<?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-17690749</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:15:54.991+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Murmúrios da Lua</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Utopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09553299336290869542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics-59.hi5.com/userpics/759/190/190057759.img.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17690749.post-115334478872804146</id><published>2006-07-19T22:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T02:27:07.383+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/1600/Lisboa-%20belle%20&amp;%20Sebastian%20086.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="184" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/400/Lisboa-%20belle%20%26%20Sebastian%20086.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you said it...&lt;br /&gt;Out loud to my soul&lt;br /&gt;But completely deaf to every other mortal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then time stopped...&lt;br /&gt;My smile exploded,&lt;br /&gt;Though to everyone else, my lips never moved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the car kept on going&lt;br /&gt;And the images flew rapidly through the window&lt;br /&gt;And my heart kept on speeding&lt;br /&gt;And our memories passed through your eyes like shadows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They showed me what my heart already knew and my soul had just heard... &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;You're the one! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17690749-115334478872804146?l=murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/115334478872804146/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17690749&amp;postID=115334478872804146&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/115334478872804146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/115334478872804146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/2006/07/youre-one.html' title='You&apos;re the one'/><author><name>Utopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09553299336290869542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics-59.hi5.com/userpics/759/190/190057759.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17690749.post-115098286327476897</id><published>2006-06-22T14:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T14:15:34.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning</title><content type='html'>In the Beginning there was light&lt;br /&gt;A tickling, funny and bright light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was love&lt;br /&gt;A warmth, fuzzy and tight feeling above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there were colours&lt;br /&gt;Happy, glowing and many, all made ours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning there was hope&lt;br /&gt;Unconditional, undoubtedly and eternal hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it here. Let’s never go into the middle!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17690749-115098286327476897?l=murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/115098286327476897/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17690749&amp;postID=115098286327476897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/115098286327476897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/115098286327476897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/2006/06/beginning.html' title='The Beginning'/><author><name>Utopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09553299336290869542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics-59.hi5.com/userpics/759/190/190057759.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17690749.post-115098186008511552</id><published>2006-06-22T14:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T14:40:23.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/1600/beginning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/320/beginning.jpg" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Miss you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Miss you in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;Miss your every part&lt;br /&gt;Clear and out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you absence in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Miss your inexistence in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Miss the one they say it's blind&lt;br /&gt;Miss you more then 7th art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you to hold me&lt;br /&gt;I need you to call me&lt;br /&gt;I need you to need me&lt;br /&gt;Or else to vanish, just leave me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From my body&lt;br /&gt;My heart, my spirit and mind&lt;br /&gt;My soul, my life! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take all you want with you,&lt;br /&gt;(don't care)&lt;br /&gt;But go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just go! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/17690749-115098186008511552?l=murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/115098186008511552/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17690749&amp;postID=115098186008511552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/115098186008511552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/115098186008511552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/2006/06/missing-you.html' title='Missing you...'/><author><name>Utopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09553299336290869542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics-59.hi5.com/userpics/759/190/190057759.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17690749.post-115022370771692893</id><published>2006-06-13T19:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T20:10:37.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Just" to You, my "also" :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/1600/1-%20unhas.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/200/1-%20unhas.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/1600/wonderful.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the early morning I wonder&lt;br /&gt;Late at night I wonder&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and I wonder&lt;br /&gt;I open my eyes and I wonder&lt;br /&gt;I'm full of wonder&lt;br /&gt;And that wonderful is you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17690749-115022370771692893?l=murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/115022370771692893/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17690749&amp;postID=115022370771692893&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/115022370771692893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/115022370771692893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-to-you-my-also.html' title='&quot;Just&quot; to You, my &quot;also&quot; :)'/><author><name>Utopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09553299336290869542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics-59.hi5.com/userpics/759/190/190057759.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17690749.post-114166269567197416</id><published>2006-03-06T16:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-06T16:39:36.686Z</updated><title type='text'>E se um estranho te toca e diz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com/galeriasprivadas/browse.php?user_id=10225&amp;amp;id=10299"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sweetcharade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;vamos fugir pelo mundo fora... vamos conquistar um espaço nosso, pedaços desses sonhos de outrora..."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que fazes?! Que sentes?! Que pensas?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Acreditas e segues a magia do momento, ou suspeitas e foges da hipótese de mais um lamento?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17690749-114166269567197416?l=murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/114166269567197416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17690749&amp;postID=114166269567197416&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/114166269567197416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/114166269567197416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/2006/03/e-se-um-estranho-te-toca-e-diz.html' title='E se um estranho te toca e diz'/><author><name>Utopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09553299336290869542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics-59.hi5.com/userpics/759/190/190057759.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17690749.post-114045682534188846</id><published>2006-02-20T14:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-20T17:41:38.800Z</updated><title type='text'>Pela estrada fora (parte 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/1600/1-%20estrada%20banco%20adeus.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/400/1-%20estrada%20banco%20adeus.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com/o_canto_do_adeus/foto12657.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.olhares.com/o_canto_do_adeus/foto12657.html&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Porque reconheço nela o reflexo de um olhar perdido,&lt;br /&gt;Por entre sorrisos antigos, de um amanhecer tardio.&lt;br /&gt;Porque quero e sei poder resgatar esse brilho esquecido,&lt;br /&gt;Por entre palavras outrora ditas num espaço nosso, agora vazio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque desejo sempre caminhar na ousadia do amor,&lt;br /&gt;Traçando os trilhos árduos de um viver apaixonado.&lt;br /&gt;Porque insisto nesse sorriso desmedido de um sentir maior,&lt;br /&gt;Travando batalhas eternas desse EU jamais abandonado. (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque acredito nessa chama que me povoa de sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;Que me incendeia o peito, alimenta a alma&lt;br /&gt;E indica o caminho para alcançá-los,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Por tudo isto e mais,&lt;br /&gt;Vou levantar-me e seguir a estrada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A que hei-de sempre construir&lt;br /&gt;E desistir jamais,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Rumo ao horizonte delineado,&lt;br /&gt;Contigo, lado a lado…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque caminhar depende de nós! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17690749-114045682534188846?l=murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/114045682534188846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17690749&amp;postID=114045682534188846&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/114045682534188846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/114045682534188846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/2006/02/pela-estrada-fora-parte-2.html' title='Pela estrada fora (parte 2)'/><author><name>Utopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09553299336290869542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics-59.hi5.com/userpics/759/190/190057759.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17690749.post-113985906173406489</id><published>2006-02-13T18:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-13T20:01:50.616Z</updated><title type='text'>Desafio aceite!</title><content type='html'>(parcialmente! Porque as respostas serão curtas e breves e eu normalmente gosto de desenvolver... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quatro empregos que já tive na vida:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca tive emprego a sério. Apenas alguns trabalhos pontuais.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho sim experiências de estágios (curriculares e não só) e voluntariado em diferentes contextos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quatro filmes que posso ver vezes sem conta:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eternal sunshine of the Spotless mind&lt;br /&gt;2. Elizabeth Town&lt;br /&gt;3. La vitta e bella&lt;br /&gt;4. The last Samurai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quatro sítios onde vivi:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mudei de casa, por isso,&lt;br /&gt;1. Porto&lt;br /&gt;2. Porto&lt;br /&gt;3. Porto&lt;br /&gt;4. Porto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quatro séries televisivas que não perco: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;2. Pretender&lt;br /&gt;3. CSI&lt;br /&gt;4. X-files&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quatro sítios onde estive de férias:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Portugal sempre&lt;br /&gt;2. Galicia e Asturias&lt;br /&gt;3. Polónia&lt;br /&gt;4. Hungria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quatro dos meus pratos preferidos:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Creme de alho francês&lt;br /&gt;2. Lasanha vegetariana&lt;br /&gt;3. Filetes de tamboril com arroz do mesmo&lt;br /&gt;4. Courgette recheada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quatro Websites que visito diariamente:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.google.pt"&gt;www.google.pt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.hotmail.com/"&gt;http://www.hotmail.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com/"&gt;http://www.olhares.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://lazer.publico.clix.pt/"&gt;http://lazer.publico.clix.pt/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quatro sítios onde gostaria de estar agora:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a andar de patins na Foz&lt;br /&gt;2. a passear pelo Gerês&lt;br /&gt;3. a curtir moto4 no monte&lt;br /&gt;4. a preparar o jantar em frente à lareira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quatro bloggers a quem convido a fazer este questionário:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dreamer &lt;a href="http://fugiremos.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://fugiremos.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. João &lt;a href="http://emotionseeker.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://emotionseeker.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Walter &lt;a href="http://waltergarcia.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://waltergarcia.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Abílio &lt;a href="http://poemas2.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://poemas2.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;O desafio está lançado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17690749-113985906173406489?l=murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/113985906173406489/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17690749&amp;postID=113985906173406489&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/113985906173406489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/113985906173406489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/2006/02/desafio-aceite.html' title='Desafio aceite!'/><author><name>Utopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09553299336290869542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics-59.hi5.com/userpics/759/190/190057759.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17690749.post-113822756975491369</id><published>2006-01-25T21:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-25T22:26:30.703Z</updated><title type='text'>No meu sonho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/1600/1-%20voo%20nu.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px" height="348" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/320/1-%20voo%20nu.1.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/1600/1-%20voo%20nu.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No meu sonho,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agarras-me determinado,&lt;br /&gt;Entregas-te sem medo,&lt;br /&gt;Possuis-me apaixonado,&lt;br /&gt;Amas-me em segredo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No meu sonho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;o teu espaço é o meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;o teu tempo é o meu pulsar&lt;br /&gt;o teu alimento é o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;o teu descanso é o meu respirar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No meu sonho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;há sol, mas não amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;há estrelas, mas não anoitecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;porque &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tu és a minha luz e o meu calor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tudo o resto é um nada sem valor!&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/17690749-113822756975491369?l=murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/113822756975491369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17690749&amp;postID=113822756975491369&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/113822756975491369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/113822756975491369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/2006/01/no-meu-sonho.html' title='No meu sonho'/><author><name>Utopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09553299336290869542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics-59.hi5.com/userpics/759/190/190057759.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17690749.post-113380649702790245</id><published>2005-12-05T18:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-05T18:22:41.850Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/1600/Tour??m"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 570px" height="369" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/320/Tour%3F%3Fm%2027%20Nov%202005%20%2814%29.0.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/1600/1-%20lenha.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/1600/Tour??m"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outrora imponentes, agora cortadas&lt;br /&gt;À chuva largadas, dormentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como doces palavras em tempos trocadas&lt;br /&gt;Agora esquecidas por corações doentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo na vida passa,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo no mundo parece ter fim,&lt;br /&gt;Só a escuridão da noite não é escassa&lt;br /&gt;Quando preciso que a aurora do teu amor raie em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a lenha arde&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo molhada arde&lt;br /&gt;O coração bate&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo magoado bate&lt;br /&gt;E a chuva cai&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem chover, cai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São lágrimas amor&lt;br /&gt;Por te ver chorar&lt;br /&gt;Por te sentir em dor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17690749-113380649702790245?l=murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/113380649702790245/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17690749&amp;postID=113380649702790245&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/113380649702790245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/113380649702790245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/2005/12/outrora-imponentes-agora-cortadas_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Utopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09553299336290869542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics-59.hi5.com/userpics/759/190/190057759.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17690749.post-113326355605136594</id><published>2005-11-29T11:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-29T11:32:41.046Z</updated><title type='text'>Força Cósmica</title><content type='html'>Hoje vi um filme.&lt;br /&gt;uma comédia romântica igual a tantas outras. Nada de especial, diria por certo e, no entanto, fez-me pensar. Será que vou encontrar a minha força cósmica? Será que já a conheço? Será que és tu o meu cometa halley?&lt;br /&gt;Sigo rumo a casa, desnorteada pelos pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;Confronto-os com esta pergunta, esta busca, ânsia colectiva, mas distinta em cada um de nós! Desconversam. Volto a perguntar. Ela responde um sim outorgado. Ele responde um não irónico. Nenhum afirma ou nega simplesmente. Recolho-me ao lugar traseiro, ou talvez demasiado dianteiro perante quem parece ter desistido de questionar, de querer mais, de sonhar. Limito-me a esse espaço físico, mas não cedo a prisões e fujo. Deixo-me ir até onde o olhar me consegue levar e busco no brilho das estrelas a força que preciso para seguir em frente e lutar. Choro. Não sei porquê, mas choro. Ou até sei, mas rejeito. O carro pára. Chegamos a casa. Limpo o rosto. Apago as lágrimas escritas a lápis, num conhecido chorar calado. Abro a garagem. Estaciono o carro e também o sal e a água derramados. Subo as escadas pesada. Entro no quarto triste. Páro o tempo e despeço-me do mundo lá fora. Fecho a porta. Olho à volta e sorrio. Dispo-me. Cubro-me de azul e verde e adormeço embalada pelo violeta que sempre me abraça. Até amanhã!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17690749-113326355605136594?l=murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/113326355605136594/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17690749&amp;postID=113326355605136594&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/113326355605136594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/113326355605136594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/2005/11/fora-csmica.html' title='Força Cósmica'/><author><name>Utopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09553299336290869542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics-59.hi5.com/userpics/759/190/190057759.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17690749.post-113256645240317436</id><published>2005-11-21T08:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-21T10:00:28.196Z</updated><title type='text'>Dôr, negra dôr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Acordei cansada pelo que não dormi&lt;br /&gt;Adormeci esgotada por tudo o que vi e senti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei vestida só de dôr e lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Regressei despida de esperanças válidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deitei-me esmagada de cruéis palavras&lt;br /&gt;Levantei-me sufocada de imagens vis e bravas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedi e tentei com a razão reanimar&lt;br /&gt;Mas entre eles já nada há para conciliar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora choro, desespero e (quase) desisto&lt;br /&gt;E amanhã luto de novo, assim espero e persisto&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/17690749-113256645240317436?l=murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/113256645240317436/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17690749&amp;postID=113256645240317436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/113256645240317436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/113256645240317436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/2005/11/dr-negra-dr.html' title='Dôr, negra dôr'/><author><name>Utopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09553299336290869542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics-59.hi5.com/userpics/759/190/190057759.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17690749.post-113199211653491974</id><published>2005-11-14T17:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-14T19:18:24.480Z</updated><title type='text'>Não me perguntes... beija-me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/1600/beija-me1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" height="273" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/320/beija-me1.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perguntas se te amo&lt;br /&gt;Perguntas-me se desejo, se te quero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/1600/beija-me2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Digo que te sinto,&lt;br /&gt;Respondo-te que anseio, que te espero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/1600/beija-me%20sentado.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" height="318" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/320/beija-me%20sentado.0.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perguntas-me por que não amanhã como hoje&lt;br /&gt;Por que não o sempre, em vez do &lt;em&gt;talvez&lt;/em&gt; presente… esse &lt;em&gt;quase nunca&lt;/em&gt;, como lhe chamas!&lt;br /&gt;Digo-te que isso não importa, que o amanhã virá quando se extinguir o ontem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/1600/beija-me2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" height="263" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/320/beija-me2.0.jpg" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perguntas se te amo&lt;br /&gt;Perguntas-me se desejo, se te quero.&lt;br /&gt;Repito que te sinto,&lt;br /&gt;Explico-te o que anseio, o que espero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/1600/beija-me1.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" height="307" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/320/beija-me1.1.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-te que o amar é presente e eu quero sempre vivê-lo hoje.&lt;br /&gt;Se fizermos dele &lt;em&gt;agora&lt;/em&gt;, teremos sempre o &lt;em&gt;depois&lt;/em&gt; nas mãos, como queremos.&lt;br /&gt;Se nos afligirmos com o amanhã, então fugir-nos-á do corpo para longe,&lt;br /&gt;Eclipsar-se-á do espírito e morrerá no tempo que não nos demos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/1600/beija-me%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" height="314" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/320/beija-me%203.jpg" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perguntas-me novamente…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shhhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me perguntes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não desperdices um beijo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com/utilizadores/detalhes.php?id=4400"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.olhares.com/utilizadores/detalhes.php?id=4400&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17690749-113199211653491974?l=murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/113199211653491974/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17690749&amp;postID=113199211653491974&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/113199211653491974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/113199211653491974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/2005/11/no-me-perguntes-beija-me.html' title='Não me perguntes... beija-me!'/><author><name>Utopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09553299336290869542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics-59.hi5.com/userpics/759/190/190057759.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17690749.post-113153271403164277</id><published>2005-11-09T10:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-10T02:03:30.756Z</updated><title type='text'>Visões</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/1600/1-%20janela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/400/1-%20janela.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com/for_my_fallen_angel/foto376682.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.olhares.com/for_my_fallen_angel/foto376682.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da minha janela vejo as árvores,&lt;br /&gt;ouço conversas de pardais&lt;br /&gt;e rodeio-me de natureza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da minha cama vejo o espelho,&lt;br /&gt;leio o que me vai na alma&lt;br /&gt;e liberto fantasias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do meu quarto vejo o céu,&lt;br /&gt;sinto desejos vendavais&lt;br /&gt;e perco-me com certeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do meu mundo vejo o universo,&lt;br /&gt;pinto-me nele com calma&lt;br /&gt;e saboreio sinfonias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De todo o lado te vejo. Em toda a parte te sinto.&lt;br /&gt;És tu nas minhas visões.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17690749-113153271403164277?l=murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/113153271403164277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17690749&amp;postID=113153271403164277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/113153271403164277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/113153271403164277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/2005/11/vises.html' title='Visões'/><author><name>Utopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09553299336290869542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics-59.hi5.com/userpics/759/190/190057759.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17690749.post-113113103976293630</id><published>2005-11-04T18:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-04T19:16:45.376Z</updated><title type='text'>Pela estrada fora</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/1600/1%20pela%20estrada%20fora-%20erik%20reis%202005.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/400/1%20pela%20estrada%20fora-%20erik%20reis%202005.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Erik Reis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque caminhar depende de nós,&lt;br /&gt;Porque a estrada existe sempre, se a quisermos percorrer&lt;br /&gt;Porque o horizonte está ao nosso alcance, mesmo no nevoeiro dos sentimentos, no fumo dos pensamentos. Se ousarmos agarrá-lo, ele sorri-nos por entre as dúvidas e medos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E uma luz ganha força&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e conseguimos segui-la, descobrir a sua origem…&lt;br /&gt;A esperança de um coração que bate por amor... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em nós! &lt;/em&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/17690749-113113103976293630?l=murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/113113103976293630/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17690749&amp;postID=113113103976293630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/113113103976293630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/113113103976293630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/2005/11/pela-estrada-fora.html' title='Pela estrada fora'/><author><name>Utopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09553299336290869542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics-59.hi5.com/userpics/759/190/190057759.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17690749.post-113095455849836991</id><published>2005-11-02T17:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-02T19:12:22.086Z</updated><title type='text'>Saudades minhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/1600/1-douro.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="256" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/400/1-douro.0.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;autor desconhecido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Como queima esse sentir que despoletas&lt;br /&gt;Como me oxigena esse teu abraço viciante&lt;br /&gt;Como me ilumina essa tua luz que libertas&lt;br /&gt;Como me veste teu toque, esse teu beijo inebriante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque não te consigo eu deixar partir?&lt;br /&gt;Porque adormeço a sonhar com o teu abraço?&lt;br /&gt;Porque acordo eu sempre a recordar o teu sorrir?&lt;br /&gt;Porque continuo assim, como que perdida no espaço?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tu, onde estás? Como estás?&lt;br /&gt;Saberás tu o que são saudades?&lt;br /&gt;Serei eu também doce nostalgia?&lt;br /&gt;Terás tu saudades minhas?&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/17690749-113095455849836991?l=murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/113095455849836991/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17690749&amp;postID=113095455849836991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/113095455849836991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/113095455849836991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/2005/11/saudades-minhas.html' title='Saudades minhas'/><author><name>Utopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09553299336290869542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics-59.hi5.com/userpics/759/190/190057759.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17690749.post-113052402300122357</id><published>2005-10-28T19:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T14:17:19.766Z</updated><title type='text'>Deixa-me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/1600/1%20chuva.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/400/1%20chuva.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com/sampa/foto128119.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.olhares.com/sampa/foto128119.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Não...&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me!&lt;br /&gt;Não me negues a chuva.&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-a correr pelo meu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;Lembrar-me cada recanto dele, cada sensação que pilhaste.&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-a levar as lágrimas secas em que esvaio o vazio que trago dentro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Não…&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me!&lt;br /&gt;Não me abrigues da chuva.&lt;br /&gt;Essa água traz vida, traz alma celestial, sentida.&lt;br /&gt;A que tive, a que te dei, a que perdi como numa dívida&lt;br /&gt;Porque amar é jogar e eu em tempos te amei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Não…&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me!&lt;br /&gt;Não me raptes da chuva.&lt;br /&gt;É ela que me abraça, que me beija, que me liberta&lt;br /&gt;De ti, de mim, desse sonho acabado sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Não...&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me…&lt;br /&gt;Leva o que quiseres, mas sai de mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Deixa-me…&lt;br /&gt;Não te quero mais&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me… por favor, deixa-me… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17690749-113052402300122357?l=murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/113052402300122357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17690749&amp;postID=113052402300122357&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/113052402300122357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/113052402300122357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/2005/10/deixa-me.html' title='Deixa-me...'/><author><name>Utopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09553299336290869542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics-59.hi5.com/userpics/759/190/190057759.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17690749.post-112990025786316004</id><published>2005-10-21T14:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T00:54:10.460Z</updated><title type='text'>Sacerdotisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3644/1513/1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3644/1513/400/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com/sinais_do_corpo/foto21872.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.olhares.com/sinais_do_corpo/foto21872.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruzo as pernas,&lt;br /&gt;Abro os braços.&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Liberto a alma.&lt;br /&gt;Sorrio com o corpo,&lt;br /&gt;Convido com o espírito.&lt;br /&gt;Entrego-me a ti Amor.&lt;br /&gt;Sou tua sacerdotisa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Usa-me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dissemina a tua luz pelos demais.&lt;br /&gt;Povoa o mundo do sentir arrebatado que te celebra.&lt;br /&gt;Inunda de fé o coração cravado de dor, fechado sobre si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Liberta-o. Rouba-lhe o medo. Oferece-lhe o sentir, a pele das emoções&lt;br /&gt;O batimento do viver, o único e sublime viver … o teu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17690749-112990025786316004?l=murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/112990025786316004/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17690749&amp;postID=112990025786316004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/112990025786316004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/112990025786316004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/2005/10/sacerdotisa.html' title='Sacerdotisa'/><author><name>Utopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09553299336290869542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics-59.hi5.com/userpics/759/190/190057759.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17690749.post-112981688271932538</id><published>2005-10-20T14:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T15:01:22.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um novo ser... colorido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/1600/1-pintos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/400/1-pintos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se até os pintainhos são pintados de mil cores porque continuo monocromática?&lt;br /&gt;Porque arrasto o cinzento no coração, órgão defunto, esquecido na escuridão,&lt;br /&gt;Nas trevas pintadas pelo teu sorriso ausente, pelo teu olhar longínquo, pelo teu toque inexistente, pelo teu amar retraído…&lt;br /&gt;A mim os corantes, a mim os aditivos coloridos, a mim a luz que sorveste, num acto egoísta, repetido ao expoente narcísico em que vives, esgotado ao limite da minha dádiva, na totalidade da minha entrega &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lua fala às nuvens, interpela o sol,&lt;br /&gt;Marca um encontro, faz nascer o arco-íris&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me lá entrar pelo brilho da tua mão&lt;br /&gt;Único sustento de um pulsar fraco.&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me colorir a tua luz prateada&lt;br /&gt;Renascer de novo e abraçar o mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Amar de Novo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17690749-112981688271932538?l=murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/112981688271932538/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17690749&amp;postID=112981688271932538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/112981688271932538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/112981688271932538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/2005/10/um-novo-ser-colorido.html' title='Um novo ser... colorido'/><author><name>Utopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09553299336290869542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics-59.hi5.com/userpics/759/190/190057759.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17690749.post-112938245341089173</id><published>2005-10-15T13:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T02:05:44.400+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Murmúrios da Lua... 5!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liviaalessandrini.com/media/ricercamedia.asp?ricerca=Time"&gt;http://www.liviaalessandrini.com/media/ricercamedia.asp?ricerca=Time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/1600/1-%20sr%20do%20tempo%20I2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px" height="246" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/200/1-%20sr%20do%20tempo%20I2.jpg" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Somos o tempo encarnado, a sua conjugação nos diferentes modos verbais.&lt;br /&gt;Somos o que fomos e o que deixamos de ser ontem para ser o que somos hoje e o que poderemos ser amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;Somos o Passado, o Presente e o Futuro. O momento vivido e o que deixamos por viver, presente não agarrado, mas que se cola a nós tanto ou mais do que o experimentado, que por vezes perde o sabor, ao prová-lo; perde o significado, ao desvendá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ah, mas é tão mais bom descobrir, torná-lo presente, mesmo quando não também futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Falo de momentos, da força do ímpeto, da coragem de seguir o instinto, o nosso íntimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é a agilidade contorcida de circunstâncias, de instantes materializados em nós, que potenciamos, ou diminuímos e o tempo é relativo e rebelde. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/1600/1-%20sr%20do%20tempo%20II1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px" height="295" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/320/1-%20sr%20do%20tempo%20II.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Demora-se quando o queremos ver fugir e corre quando o desejamos dividir em milésimos, vivendo cada um deles como horas, prolongando o prazer que flui, que nem sempre volta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;e então ansiamos o regresso, revivemos o que ainda se prolonga, o que ainda nos povoa, se contorce em nós, por vezes vorazmente, consumindo até ao mais profundo do nosso ser e não há palavras, sons, gestos que expiem esse martírio visceral que se adensa a cada fôlego de resistência bélica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi um momento que me fez criar um novo recanto para mim, neste espaço onde o silêncio tem sons de clics e bacs, onde os sorrisos são reflexos imaginados e o toque alcança "logo" a nossa alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim surgiu o Murmúrios da Lua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/1600/1-%20murmurios%20lua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" height="218" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/320/1-%20murmurios%20lua.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Murmúrios porque são ditos no silêncio do mundo, na melodia da alma; porque são mistérios segredados ao ouvido de quem escuta mudo, de quem também se confessa à Lua, de quem também se perde no seu brilho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui me revelo e me descubro nas imagens, nas palavras e nas viagens.&lt;br /&gt;Viagens que um diálogo prateado abençoou.&lt;br /&gt;Entre conversas de astros e registos terrenos, pouco depois do primeiro murmúrio, decidi navegar em não mais do que uma mão de clics. Eis os destinos dessas jornadas &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fugiremos.blogspot.com"&gt;http://fugiremos.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://euviumgato.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://euviumgato.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://waltergarcia.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://waltergarcia.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://joaninhavoavoa.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;http://joaninhavoavoa.blogs.sapo.pt/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insideoutme.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.insideoutme.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ainda não "falei" com todos, mas fá-lo-ei pouco a pouco para contar o acaso, para comentar as partilhas, para descobrir um pouco mais desses mundos. Em todo caso, já adicionei os seus endereços neste espaço porque afinal são (para mim) um murmúrio da Lua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17690749-112938245341089173?l=murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/112938245341089173/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17690749&amp;postID=112938245341089173&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/112938245341089173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/112938245341089173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/2005/10/murmrios-da-lua-5.html' title='Murmúrios da Lua... 5!'/><author><name>Utopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09553299336290869542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics-59.hi5.com/userpics/759/190/190057759.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17690749.post-112930160587586009</id><published>2005-10-14T15:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T16:00:35.553+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Falso despertar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/1600/2-mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="264" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/400/2-mar.jpg" width="486" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com/naufragio_dori_sao_miguel_acores/foto62038.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.olhares.com/naufragio_dori_sao_miguel_acores/foto62038.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde estou?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acordei submersa, rodeada de desconhecidos, alucinações reais de medo, de sensações que quero olvidar, levar comigo, aquela que fui e quero apagar, a que ainda te abraça, a que te estende sempre a mão, a que salta para o abismo… os teus braços, o teu mundo inseguro de sentir, retraído em dádivas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque não me deixa ela? Porque não se eclipsa? Porque não me presenteia com o conforto de um suicídio? Acto explícito, de uma irreversibilidade premente para o renascimento, para a continuidade sã de uma mente cansada, de uma alma estropiada de existir, mas que ainda pode ter, ainda pode ser, ainda quer viver, um dia de cada vez, momento a momento, reavendo um a um, cada sentido sumido, cada sonho esventrado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordei submersa, despojada de esperança, paralisada de movimentos, mas o mar é imenso e não apenas povoado de estranhos. Há amigos, há recantos, portos de abrigo e esses reconhecem o brilho que se desvanece e resgatam-me do mergulho em que me perdi, de um afogamento quase certo e de repente, sei onde me encontro, para onde rumo e num sorriso imaginado, liberto-me das amarras, atinjo a superfície e abro os olhos… acordo de verdade… adormeço mais tranquila…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17690749-112930160587586009?l=murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/112930160587586009/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17690749&amp;postID=112930160587586009&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/112930160587586009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/112930160587586009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/2005/10/falso-despertar.html' title='Falso despertar'/><author><name>Utopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09553299336290869542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics-59.hi5.com/userpics/759/190/190057759.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17690749.post-112911683175054542</id><published>2005-10-12T12:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T13:07:46.303+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Metamorfose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com/metamorphosis/foto352718.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.olhares.com/metamorphosis/foto352718.html&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/1600/2-%20borboleta1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 437px" height="452" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/400/2-%20borboleta1.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cai a noite na minha alma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;O corpo ressente-se da privação do teu toque;&lt;br /&gt;Contrai-se na inspiração do sentir que provou outrora;&lt;br /&gt;Encolhe-se a cada memória que exala e não mais resgata;&lt;br /&gt;Enrola-se sobre si mesmo, na ausência do teu existir que o devora ;&lt;br /&gt;Cancela os sentidos num suicídio do passado que o atormenta e assalta, que não mais voltará depois da mudança que opera no casulo onde se encerra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É a metamorfose&lt;/em&gt; de um sentimento futuramente alheio, de uma alma brevemente regenerada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não temo os movimentos contorcidos do presente.&lt;br /&gt;Eles darão lugar às asas imponentes que abrirei estreando uma nova brisa celestial que me insuflará de aromas, que me levitará de luz, para uma vez mais voar… amar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17690749-112911683175054542?l=murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/112911683175054542/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17690749&amp;postID=112911683175054542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/112911683175054542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/112911683175054542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/2005/10/metamorfose.html' title='Metamorfose'/><author><name>Utopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09553299336290869542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics-59.hi5.com/userpics/759/190/190057759.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17690749.post-112902632863069568</id><published>2005-10-11T11:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T11:27:09.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nas margens da vida... flutuo submersa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/1600/2-%20tuas%20flores%20no%20meu%20lago1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/400/2-%20tuas%20flores%20no%20meu%20lago1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com/galerias/detalhe_foto.php?origem=7&amp;id=298632"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.olhares.com/galerias/detalhe_foto.php?origem=7&amp;amp;id=298632&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas margens da vida, lago de emoções, de momentos levados por trilhos cavados, feitos rios, de instantes que desaguam algures em riachos de nenhures, perdidos por entre correntes de incertezas, de adeus proferidos em silêncio, assinados pela ausência imposta… jamais sequer proposta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nas margens da vida há sinais do epicentro desse sentir que instigas, nas memórias vivas de tempos passados, mas ainda presentes, resgatados em quimeras húmidas, em prazeres molhados, agora saudades vertidas em lágrimas salgadas de suspiros e soluços contidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Volta à orla do meu mundo, mergulha de novo em mim, agita as águas paradas desde a tua ausência, estagnadas por querer, por não te deixar perder, por não te querer ver desaparecer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Volta amor… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17690749-112902632863069568?l=murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/112902632863069568/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17690749&amp;postID=112902632863069568&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/112902632863069568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/112902632863069568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/2005/10/nas-margens-da-vida-flutuo-submersa.html' title='Nas margens da vida... flutuo submersa'/><author><name>Utopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09553299336290869542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics-59.hi5.com/userpics/759/190/190057759.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17690749.post-112896997698413086</id><published>2005-10-10T19:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T17:31:44.683Z</updated><title type='text'>No palco da vida... nos teus braços!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/1600/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3093/1710/400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com/burning_light/foto59303.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.olhares.com/burning_light/foto59303.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No palco da vida há luzes, há aromas, há melodias diversas, há um sem fim de sensações, há um mar de outros, mas eu, eu só me encontro na tua luz, só me sinto no sabor dos teus beijos, só ouço as tuas notas… só me quero perder em ti, nas sensações vitais do teu toque… Quero-te! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deixa-me viver.. abraça-me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17690749-112896997698413086?l=murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/112896997698413086/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17690749&amp;postID=112896997698413086&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/112896997698413086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17690749/posts/default/112896997698413086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murmuriosdalua.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-palco-da-vida-nos-teus-braos.html' title='No palco da vida... nos teus braços!'/><author><name>Utopia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09553299336290869542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics-59.hi5.com/userpics/759/190/190057759.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
