<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977978048550346930</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 24 Dec 2009 03:55:30 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Manhã de Inverno</title><description></description><link>http://manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>ricardoreis24@gmail.com (Só Eu (Ricardo))</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977978048550346930.post-7366217177481221572</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 08:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-23T09:09:24.793Z</atom:updated><title>Maré</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SwpRPF5LLBI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Rwbk9XYBxBs/s1600/mar%C3%A9s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407223622333574162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SwpRPF5LLBI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Rwbk9XYBxBs/s400/mar%C3%A9s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desfraldei as velas dum sonho feito barco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E sulquei oceanos espalhados no teu corpo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Descobri praias douradas nos teus cabelos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E dunas nas vagas que chegavam ao teu peito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recolhi os ventos para os soltar das minhas mãos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E bebi o sal das águas que brotavam dos teus olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lancei amarras como quem grita horizontes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E aportei para além do mar, para além do fim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chegado, parto de novo, nesta maré que és tu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977978048550346930-7366217177481221572?l=manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com/2009/11/mare.html</link><author>ricardoreis24@gmail.com (Só Eu (Ricardo))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SwpRPF5LLBI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Rwbk9XYBxBs/s72-c/mar%C3%A9s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977978048550346930.post-6435563328576822017</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 18:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-19T19:01:34.867Z</atom:updated><title>Fiz-me Gaivota</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SwWVyqkuwRI/AAAAAAAAAZc/G9qA0zd3kh4/s1600/gaivotaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405891625382494482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SwWVyqkuwRI/AAAAAAAAAZc/G9qA0zd3kh4/s400/gaivotaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiz-me gaivota de versos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para cantar marés e cais de abrigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tanto mar, tanto azul, tanta imensidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tanto amor sobrevoado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiz-me gaivota de brisas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para voar eternamente no teu céu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977978048550346930-6435563328576822017?l=manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com/2009/11/fiz-me-gaivota.html</link><author>ricardoreis24@gmail.com (Só Eu (Ricardo))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SwWVyqkuwRI/AAAAAAAAAZc/G9qA0zd3kh4/s72-c/gaivotaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977978048550346930.post-4296110411232859288</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 10:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-09T10:57:55.942Z</atom:updated><title>Loucura de Amor</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/Svf1qSlUS2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/W1lQEm2TuII/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402056384945867618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/Svf1qSlUS2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/W1lQEm2TuII/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da janela do meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Vejo a luz do teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;É com ela que me deito&lt;br /&gt;E com ela quero acordar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessa luz fiz um farol&lt;br /&gt;A que os teus olhos dão cor&lt;br /&gt;Neste frio és o meu sol&lt;br /&gt;Que me oferece este calor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contigo quero seguir&lt;br /&gt;Nesta rota feita mar&lt;br /&gt;E toda a vida sentir&lt;br /&gt;A loucura de te amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977978048550346930-4296110411232859288?l=manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com/2009/11/loucura-de-amor.html</link><author>ricardoreis24@gmail.com (Só Eu (Ricardo))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/Svf1qSlUS2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/W1lQEm2TuII/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977978048550346930.post-218193607245596177</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 09:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-26T10:20:32.185Z</atom:updated><title>Um dia, estes versos também farão parte do meu "Projecto Ibérico"</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SuV12pwDvhI/AAAAAAAAAY0/sVGQ-XeiH-o/s1600-h/P8010017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396849310254218770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SuV12pwDvhI/AAAAAAAAAY0/sVGQ-XeiH-o/s400/P8010017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hola Miguel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Érase una vez...Um mar. Sabes del mar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entonces... yo te voy a contar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un día, de aquellos en que el sol parece besar el cielo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cansado, me extendí en un sueño, y miré en tus ojos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brillaban. Soltaban olas de luz que giraban en caricias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y, del fundo de la belleza del tu mirada de niño, salgan brisas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qué juntaba, una a una, hasta hacer un viento que halagase tu cabello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Del azul de tus ojos, coloreé las lágrimas que dejo correr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De la emoción de tenerte, de la pasión de cogerte al regazo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De tu olor a vida nueva mezclada en este amor antiguo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y así hice un mar, y le di un nombre y uno lugar;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miguel, en una playa inmensa del tamaño de mi amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5977978048550346930-218193607245596177?l=manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com/2009/10/hola-miguel.html</link><author>ricardoreis24@gmail.com (Só Eu (Ricardo))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SuV12pwDvhI/AAAAAAAAAY0/sVGQ-XeiH-o/s72-c/P8010017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977978048550346930.post-7558760440980445089</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2009 10:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-06T11:56:15.658+01:00</atom:updated><title>E se de repente...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SssiN_fJt_I/AAAAAAAAAYs/5C5Xsdh122Q/s1600-h/loneliness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389439002854668274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SssiN_fJt_I/AAAAAAAAAYs/5C5Xsdh122Q/s400/loneliness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E se de repente…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do vento se soltassem dedos,&lt;br /&gt;Da noite se iluminassem sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;Das brisas caíssem palavras…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se de repente…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos dedos escorressem versos,&lt;br /&gt;Dos sonhos se acordassem luas,&lt;br /&gt;Das palavras se gritassem musicas…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu serias uma brisa feita vento numa noite de paixão. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977978048550346930-7558760440980445089?l=manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-se-de-repente.html</link><author>ricardoreis24@gmail.com (Só Eu (Ricardo))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SssiN_fJt_I/AAAAAAAAAYs/5C5Xsdh122Q/s72-c/loneliness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977978048550346930.post-4206940740042641311</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 14:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-29T15:31:14.048+01:00</atom:updated><title>Eis-me (de novo...)</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SsIaJsmi9-I/AAAAAAAAAYk/V8bQ6GKCm1I/s1600-h/Capa-Site.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386896858182514658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SsIaJsmi9-I/AAAAAAAAAYk/V8bQ6GKCm1I/s400/Capa-Site.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Das horas conto os minutos eivados de saudades. Tanto tempo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que doce é retornar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pairei sobre o Ateneu (qual gaivota embriagada de tanto mar) para ouvir as ondas que dos teus dedos brotaram encapeladas pela ternura. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quis ser praia onde se enrolaram, abertas, as tuas mãos. Quis ser brisa onde se inebriaram, soltos, os acordes dos teus versos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quis ser, claro que quis. Mas não fui. A lonjura também existe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parabéns Luísa por quereres que a ternura se explicasse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um beijo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ricardo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5977978048550346930-4206940740042641311?l=manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com/2009/09/eis-me-de-novo.html</link><author>ricardoreis24@gmail.com (Só Eu (Ricardo))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SsIaJsmi9-I/AAAAAAAAAYk/V8bQ6GKCm1I/s72-c/Capa-Site.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977978048550346930.post-3330180498678908743</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Aug 2009 21:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-14T23:21:29.508+01:00</atom:updated><title>De regresso (para logo, logo, partir de novo...)</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SoXis_KRpxI/AAAAAAAAAYc/8HoN5p6cMiM/s1600-h/P8040029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369947393205839634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SoXis_KRpxI/AAAAAAAAAYc/8HoN5p6cMiM/s400/P8040029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SoXiSapspBI/AAAAAAAAAYU/hZJxYJ6CAzo/s1600-h/P8040029.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje só me apetece partilhar estas palavras:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escribir, por ejemplo: "La noche está estrellada,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;En las noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¡La besé tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ella me quiso, a veces yo también la quería.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¡Como no haber amado sus grandes ojos fijos!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oír la noche inmensa, más inmensa sin ella.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocío.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qué importa que mi amor no pudiera guardarla.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La noche está estrellada y ella no está conmigo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mi corazón la busca, y ella no está conmigo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos árboles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero cuánto la quise!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su oído.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De otro. Será de otro. Como antes de mis besos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque en noches como ésta, la tuve entre mis brazos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aunque éste sea el último dolor que ella me causa,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y éstos sean los últimos versos que yo le escribo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ricardo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Eliecer &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Basoalto (Nome verdadeiro dum Poeta que assinava &lt;strong&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clica na imagem e deixa-te inundar por esta torrente de Poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8YFxgEp2O6c"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369944343921971538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SoXf7fsWUVI/AAAAAAAAAYM/-BD74mjlkqw/s200/pablo-neruda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5977978048550346930-3330180498678908743?l=manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com/2009/08/de-regresso-para-logo-logo-partirde.html</link><author>ricardoreis24@gmail.com (Só Eu (Ricardo))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SoXis_KRpxI/AAAAAAAAAYc/8HoN5p6cMiM/s72-c/P8040029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977978048550346930.post-2190047425478627272</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 08:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-28T13:09:45.498+01:00</atom:updated><title>Mais um Mar...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/Sm65FGo-TrI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tsPGC_bQ8rs/s1600-h/mar_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363427703577792178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/Sm65FGo-TrI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tsPGC_bQ8rs/s400/mar_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto nos dedos pedaços de versos&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que te escrevo na pele&lt;br /&gt;Palavras feitas ondas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma após outra, incessantemente,&lt;br /&gt;Como se brotassem duma maré-cheia,&lt;br /&gt;Ao banhar-te, se espumassem em mil salpicos&lt;br /&gt;E formassem um poema que eu nunca soube inventar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde estão as palavras,&lt;br /&gt;As marés de tantas ondas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de mais um mar&lt;br /&gt;Para me inundar de ti!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977978048550346930-2190047425478627272?l=manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com/2009/07/mais-um-mar.html</link><author>ricardoreis24@gmail.com (Só Eu (Ricardo))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/Sm65FGo-TrI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tsPGC_bQ8rs/s72-c/mar_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977978048550346930.post-121090030944082931</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 09:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-20T11:19:00.082+01:00</atom:updated><title>Marinheiro</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SmRETjdsTSI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4WeMuc_up_c/s1600-h/cordas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360484559205715234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SmRETjdsTSI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4WeMuc_up_c/s400/cordas.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou do vento, sou do mar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou da praia por inteiro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou da brisa para te dar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O meu coração marinheiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou cantigas, sou palavras,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou da noite o teu luzeiro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou abraço, sou amarras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do meu olhar marinheiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5977978048550346930-121090030944082931?l=manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com/2009/07/marinheiro.html</link><author>ricardoreis24@gmail.com (Só Eu (Ricardo))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SmRETjdsTSI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4WeMuc_up_c/s72-c/cordas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977978048550346930.post-8496283437824503928</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Jul 2009 12:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-01T13:34:30.350+01:00</atom:updated><title>Rimas...</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SktXLiDKIxI/AAAAAAAAAWw/EH_i6Z_80PY/s1600-h/pedro2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353468437690196754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SktXLiDKIxI/AAAAAAAAAWw/EH_i6Z_80PY/s400/pedro2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Foto excelente de Pedro Pissarro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiz-me onda neste mar&lt;br /&gt;Imaginando-te cais&lt;br /&gt;Onde eu quero aportar&lt;br /&gt;Para não sair nunca mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos teus olhos fiz farol&lt;br /&gt;Do teu peito fiz baía&lt;br /&gt;Já nem preciso do sol&lt;br /&gt;Para me alumiar o dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marinheiro hei-de morrer&lt;br /&gt;Nos teus lábios naufragar&lt;br /&gt;Porque vivo por te ter&lt;br /&gt;Nesta onda feita mar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977978048550346930-8496283437824503928?l=manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com/2009/07/rimas.html</link><author>ricardoreis24@gmail.com (Só Eu (Ricardo))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SktXLiDKIxI/AAAAAAAAAWw/EH_i6Z_80PY/s72-c/pedro2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>21</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977978048550346930.post-8858409208283420696</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Jun 2009 08:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-29T09:39:22.699+01:00</atom:updated><title>Não sei...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/Skh9d1dYH5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/E9NneX6NsDQ/s1600-h/beijo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352666108649807762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 382px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/Skh9d1dYH5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/E9NneX6NsDQ/s400/beijo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei qual o tamanho das palavras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que dos meus dedos irão florir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria que fossem enormes, do tamanho dum largo mar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que fossem azuis, sim azuis como uma rosa azul...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois gostava que falassem com voz de musica feita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que embalassem os ventos que se soltam da minha paixão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei o tamanho dos meus versos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei sequer se são versos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só sei que este amor não me cabe nas palavras...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&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/5977978048550346930-8858409208283420696?l=manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com/2009/06/nao-sei.html</link><author>ricardoreis24@gmail.com (Só Eu (Ricardo))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/Skh9d1dYH5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/E9NneX6NsDQ/s72-c/beijo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977978048550346930.post-1826564450024112460</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Jun 2009 19:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-21T21:00:28.378+01:00</atom:updated><title>In-Finitos Sentires</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/Sj6QlWeJxOI/AAAAAAAAAWI/PB2vmF_sUcs/s1600-h/k_is_cm_final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349872378724336866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/Sj6QlWeJxOI/AAAAAAAAAWI/PB2vmF_sUcs/s400/k_is_cm_final.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No próximo Sábado (às 16 horas, na Biblioteca de Valongo) a poesia fica mais rica. Vai ser apresentado e lançado o primeiro livro de Poemas da Carla Marques &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://palavrasemdesalinho.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Palavras em Desalinho).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Porque sentir é algo tão profundo que pode percorrer um caminho que vai dum finito &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;instantâneo&lt;/span&gt; até a um infinito que a nossa imaginação e o nosso querer proporcionam".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estas são palavras da autora que abrem caminho a uma vontade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sôfrega&lt;/span&gt; de sorver os seus versos e neles permanecer infinitamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Parabéns&lt;/span&gt; Carla. O primeiro já cá está. Aguardo os muitos que se seguirão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ricardo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977978048550346930-1826564450024112460?l=manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-finitos-sentires.html</link><author>ricardoreis24@gmail.com (Só Eu (Ricardo))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/Sj6QlWeJxOI/AAAAAAAAAWI/PB2vmF_sUcs/s72-c/k_is_cm_final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977978048550346930.post-5837925800336575161</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2009 08:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-29T10:08:07.556+01:00</atom:updated><title>32</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/Sh-l6r5DroI/AAAAAAAAAVw/fts_Ss_-TXk/s1600-h/porta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341170110717734530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/Sh-l6r5DroI/AAAAAAAAAVw/fts_Ss_-TXk/s400/porta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"...E lembro-me desse 28 de Maio, quando te abri a porta, como se fosse hoje...Mal eu sabia que te estava a abrir a porta da minha vida..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu entrei nesse mar de tranquilidade onde, ao afogar-me, renasci no azul dos teus olhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um beijo também para ti&lt;/div&gt;&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/5977978048550346930-5837925800336575161?l=manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com/2009/05/32.html</link><author>ricardoreis24@gmail.com (Só Eu (Ricardo))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/Sh-l6r5DroI/AAAAAAAAAVw/fts_Ss_-TXk/s72-c/porta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>21</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977978048550346930.post-6474588649302107015</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 May 2009 13:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-19T22:10:31.057+01:00</atom:updated><title>365 Dias</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/ShK414gVevI/AAAAAAAAAU4/yY6LCie1iAg/s1600-h/toque[1]..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337531744228047602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/ShK414gVevI/AAAAAAAAAU4/yY6LCie1iAg/s400/toque%5B1%5D..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faz hoje um ano que as minhas mãos se abriram deixando que dos meus dedos brotassem brisas dum mar que foi berço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toquei ao de leve novas brisas, alimentei novos ventos, dormi no horizonte que os meus olhos inventaram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As minhas mãos continuam abertas a novos sonhos, os meus lábios a novas melodias e o meu olhar a novas praias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Permanece esta Manhã de Inverno para além dos dias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigado a todos os que manifestam bondade ao me lerem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977978048550346930-6474588649302107015?l=manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com/2009/05/365-dias.html</link><author>ricardoreis24@gmail.com (Só Eu (Ricardo))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/ShK414gVevI/AAAAAAAAAU4/yY6LCie1iAg/s72-c/toque%5B1%5D..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>43</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977978048550346930.post-3962145549393619861</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 May 2009 21:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-12T08:54:21.601+01:00</atom:updated><title>Saudade</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SgiXR15iIUI/AAAAAAAAAUw/zgSvz18v31k/s1600-h/desenhoprr.Verajpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334680091402314050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SgiXR15iIUI/AAAAAAAAAUw/zgSvz18v31k/s400/desenhoprr.Verajpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O talento da &lt;a href="http://humildesvaidades.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HumildeVaidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a ilustrar os meus versos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Deixei que dos teus olhos se soltassem mares de palavras enfeitados.&lt;br /&gt;Os teus cabelos soltam praias perfumadas com as brisas do teu cheiro.&lt;br /&gt;Nos teus lábios, um sabor a madrugadas de beijos acordados ao luar.&lt;br /&gt;No teu peito crescem dunas alisadas pelos ventos da tua ausência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero abraçar-te a alma qual naufrago sobre as ondas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inundas-me de desejos a escorrerem saudades!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977978048550346930-3962145549393619861?l=manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com/2009/05/saudade.html</link><author>ricardoreis24@gmail.com (Só Eu (Ricardo))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SgiXR15iIUI/AAAAAAAAAUw/zgSvz18v31k/s72-c/desenhoprr.Verajpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>27</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977978048550346930.post-4848342326913364125</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Apr 2009 08:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-18T23:41:05.682+01:00</atom:updated><title>Escorrem beijos...</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/Semtzv8UKuI/AAAAAAAAAUc/RkEYWFz--bE/s1600-h/Vaidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325979138896702178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/Semtzv8UKuI/AAAAAAAAAUc/RkEYWFz--bE/s400/Vaidade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Imagem dum talento enorme da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://humildesvaidades.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HumildeVaidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasmado, perdi-me na noite dos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Afagando-te os cabelos cor de ameixas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da janela aberta para a madrugada que sonhavas,&lt;br /&gt;Nem o negrume do céu te apaga o riso que os teus lábios adivinham...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim, sentada na memória duma noite prometida, do teu corpo, qual cetim,&lt;br /&gt;Sedento de mil luas, escorrem beijos que flutuam no meu olhar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977978048550346930-4848342326913364125?l=manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com/2009/04/imagem-dum-ralento-enorme-da.html</link><author>ricardoreis24@gmail.com (Só Eu (Ricardo))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/Semtzv8UKuI/AAAAAAAAAUc/RkEYWFz--bE/s72-c/Vaidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977978048550346930.post-4144256203031579209</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Apr 2009 20:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-13T10:24:26.158+01:00</atom:updated><title>Fez-se noite...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SeJXdNYF6gI/AAAAAAAAAUU/EFI3hFRCNJg/s1600-h/barco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323913868823882242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SeJXdNYF6gI/AAAAAAAAAUU/EFI3hFRCNJg/s400/barco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esmaga-me este negrume que a noite teima em derramar.&lt;br /&gt;Percorro o silêncio que impus aos meus versos na esperança que calem&lt;br /&gt;A revolta de ver sofrida a certeza de te amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fecho a janela da madrugada porque não quero que amanheça&lt;br /&gt;Sem que a luz pinte de claridade a convicção dum novo cheiro a dia novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais ouvir a rebentação das ondas de encontro aos meus sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se acorde ou se me deixe dormir na calada desta duvida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vou continuar. Fico-me por aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Faz-se noite e eu quero dormir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977978048550346930-4144256203031579209?l=manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com/2009/04/fez-se-noite.html</link><author>ricardoreis24@gmail.com (Só Eu (Ricardo))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SeJXdNYF6gI/AAAAAAAAAUU/EFI3hFRCNJg/s72-c/barco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977978048550346930.post-8016095331863781156</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Mar 2009 18:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-23T18:41:11.151Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>De volta</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>noite</category><title>De volta nesta noite...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/ScfXdl5EVnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/3F2F1tkvdFM/s1600-h/mulher6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316454788521809522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/ScfXdl5EVnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/3F2F1tkvdFM/s400/mulher6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Senti-te para alem do vazio que existe no escuro da noite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toquei-te, percorri cada baía que o teu corpo oferecia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guiado por um farol que teimava em ser estrela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do céu soavam melodias que lembravam antigos mares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em tantas rotas inventadas pelo brilho do teu sorriso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Senti-te para além do espaço que nos une,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que nos prende em amarras feitas com os raios dum luar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que ilumina o teu rosto nesta noite tão perfeita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&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/5977978048550346930-8016095331863781156?l=manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com/2009/03/de-volta-nesta-noite.html</link><author>ricardoreis24@gmail.com (Só Eu (Ricardo))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/ScfXdl5EVnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/3F2F1tkvdFM/s72-c/mulher6.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>21</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977978048550346930.post-3769017403719377701</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Mar 2009 10:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-09T10:35:54.790Z</atom:updated><title>Serena é a Noite</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SbTvwK-oEMI/AAAAAAAAAUE/WEQlIYRx6uo/s1600-h/Carlatrab237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311133471436443842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SbTvwK-oEMI/AAAAAAAAAUE/WEQlIYRx6uo/s400/Carlatrab237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fotografia de autoria, e belissimamente trabalhada pelo talento enorme, da &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://palavrasemdesalinho.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carla &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; do Palavras em Desalinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria pegar na noite e deitá-la no meu leito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afagar-lhe os sonhos, descobrir-lhe os sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Cantar-lhe uma canção de seda e mel&lt;br /&gt;Para gravar nas estrelas enquanto brilham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria abraçar a noite e beijar-lhe os cabelos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acender-lhe as paixões, abrir-lhe o peito&lt;br /&gt;Pintar-lhe uma nuvem carregada de palavras&lt;br /&gt;Que falassem dum céu aonde só tu morasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria amar a noite na serenidade do teu sorriso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977978048550346930-3769017403719377701?l=manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com/2009/03/serena-e-noite.html</link><author>ricardoreis24@gmail.com (Só Eu (Ricardo))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SbTvwK-oEMI/AAAAAAAAAUE/WEQlIYRx6uo/s72-c/Carlatrab237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>33</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977978048550346930.post-4641988706297663230</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Mar 2009 09:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-02T14:41:13.082Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>noite</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>paixão</category><title>Tão pequena a noite...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SaurGUvVrII/AAAAAAAAAT8/xlW4T4TDX2w/s1600-h/noiteee.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308524710921088130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SaurGUvVrII/AAAAAAAAAT8/xlW4T4TDX2w/s400/noiteee.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acordei a noite num espreguiçar da lua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ao som dos beijos caídos das estrelas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aconcheguei-te o corpo nos meus braços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Numa fusão de tremuras e desejos à deriva. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trocamos nos nossos olhos imagens de luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reflectidas nas paixões que quisemos inventar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É tão pequena a noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para este amor tão grande...&lt;/div&gt;&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/5977978048550346930-4641988706297663230?l=manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com/2009/03/tao-pequena-noite.html</link><author>ricardoreis24@gmail.com (Só Eu (Ricardo))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SaurGUvVrII/AAAAAAAAAT8/xlW4T4TDX2w/s72-c/noiteee.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>22</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977978048550346930.post-1130025558202891551</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Feb 2009 09:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-06T10:06:49.320Z</atom:updated><title>Ana</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SYwLsVW_uCI/AAAAAAAAATs/oFDzYLRh6Rk/s1600-h/amote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299623717783975970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SYwLsVW_uCI/AAAAAAAAATs/oFDzYLRh6Rk/s400/amote.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No silêncio, só o som das palavras que teimam em calar o desejo.&lt;br /&gt;Neste frio, neste Inverno já adulto, a chuva beija-me os versos.&lt;br /&gt;Nesta noite, neste espaço de cumplicidades, a minha mão procura-te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis-me aqui, perante a serenidade desta noite, com o coração aceso,&lt;br /&gt;A soletrar em timbres de sabores antigos, Amo-te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te até às raízes dum coração marinheiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977978048550346930-1130025558202891551?l=manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com/2009/02/ana.html</link><author>ricardoreis24@gmail.com (Só Eu (Ricardo))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SYwLsVW_uCI/AAAAAAAAATs/oFDzYLRh6Rk/s72-c/amote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>29</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977978048550346930.post-7384602011876226997</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2009 16:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-28T16:34:29.212Z</atom:updated><title>Poema Estendido</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SYCJCyASSPI/AAAAAAAAATk/KNwFSKideYs/s1600-h/paixao1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296383842663418098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SYCJCyASSPI/AAAAAAAAATk/KNwFSKideYs/s400/paixao1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É de noite que te entranhas nos meus poros,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que me lês na pele versos de desejo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que te alongas nos meus olhos em desvario,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que me abraças o sonho aceso na paixão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É de noite que ficas e me acaricias as palavras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que estendes num poema a falar de amor... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977978048550346930-7384602011876226997?l=manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com/2009/01/poema-estendido.html</link><author>ricardoreis24@gmail.com (Só Eu (Ricardo))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SYCJCyASSPI/AAAAAAAAATk/KNwFSKideYs/s72-c/paixao1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>21</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977978048550346930.post-2789603316448456136</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Jan 2009 16:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-26T21:57:29.852Z</atom:updated><title>Metamorfose</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SXyb_5gTuMI/AAAAAAAAATc/f7r_CYV-A1M/s1600-h/metamorfose.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295278783951255746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SXyb_5gTuMI/AAAAAAAAATc/f7r_CYV-A1M/s400/metamorfose.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SXyaetlCiSI/AAAAAAAAATU/_zZCv2njwUE/s1600-h/gaivotass.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Encontrei-te grávida de saudades, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perdida de sonhos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cansada de esperanças,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caída de ilusões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trouxe-te nas brisas o som das ondas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E da saudade nascem carícias,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dos sonhos mares de beijos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da esperança horizontes de rotas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E da ilusão praias de marés novas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5977978048550346930-2789603316448456136?l=manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com/2009/01/encontrei-te-grvida-de-saudades-perdida.html</link><author>ricardoreis24@gmail.com (Só Eu (Ricardo))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SXyb_5gTuMI/AAAAAAAAATc/f7r_CYV-A1M/s72-c/metamorfose.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977978048550346930.post-549197472584110495</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2009 21:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-22T21:41:02.468Z</atom:updated><title>E Pronto!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SXjn3-OBrAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/rhS4HSdFcOE/s1600-h/P1010022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294236310754667522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SXjn3-OBrAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/rhS4HSdFcOE/s400/P1010022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Das palavras nasceram rios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que se foram enchendo doutros rios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E assim, tão cheios de emoções, correram até à foz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para uma fusão de amor com um mar que se aquietou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E se deixou embalar pelas ondas feitas versos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Palavras. Unicamente versos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(como se diz gratidão em palavras?... Como se sentem emoções em versos?)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sei! Eu vivi esta fusão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(ainda estou a juntar pedaços dos meus dedos...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero beijar a Luísa, a minha mulher, os meus filhos, o meu neto, os meus genros, os meus irmãos, os meus cunhados, os meus sobrinhos, o Ernesto, o Pedro e todos os meus amigos que fizeram com que os meus dedos fossem versos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5977978048550346930-549197472584110495?l=manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com/2009/01/e-pronto.html</link><author>ricardoreis24@gmail.com (Só Eu (Ricardo))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SXjn3-OBrAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/rhS4HSdFcOE/s72-c/P1010022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977978048550346930.post-1440130556234758817</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Jan 2009 09:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-08T09:45:18.886Z</atom:updated><title>Lançamento</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SWXLJYYd9SI/AAAAAAAAARI/6QIA5F9IuH8/s1600-h/Sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288856699440854306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SWXLJYYd9SI/AAAAAAAAARI/6QIA5F9IuH8/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/5977978048550346930-1440130556234758817?l=manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://manhasdeinverno.blogspot.com/2009/01/lanamento.html</link><author>ricardoreis24@gmail.com (Só Eu (Ricardo))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnPrX8y8Ncw/SWXLJYYd9SI/AAAAAAAAARI/6QIA5F9IuH8/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>28</thr:total></item></channel></rss>