<?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-14182683</id><updated>2011-06-08T07:36:18.211+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Entre O Tudo E O nada</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112744587383247032</id><published>2006-01-03T01:09:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-10-20T10:45:15.584+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Até Breve...&lt;/span&gt;&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;O fim...&lt;br /&gt;É apenas o espaço que damos&lt;br /&gt;Ao tempo e no tempo&lt;br /&gt;Para podermos&lt;br /&gt;Começar de novo&lt;br /&gt;Não é mais&lt;br /&gt;Que o seguir em frente&lt;br /&gt;Para uma nova vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas para este espaço não existe fim&lt;br /&gt;Apenas um até breve...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei aqui sózinha&lt;br /&gt;E fui vendo crescer um cordão&lt;br /&gt;De gente bonita à minha volta&lt;br /&gt;E dia a dia fui percebendo a partilha&lt;br /&gt;E Trocamos sorrisos e abraços&lt;br /&gt;Algumas mágoas e cansaços&lt;br /&gt;Mas fomos, por isso, criando laços&lt;br /&gt;E agora que uma outra vida vou abraçar&lt;br /&gt;Vou ter que deixar um pouco este lugar&lt;br /&gt;Com a promessa de à blogosfera voltar&lt;br /&gt;E sei que contarei convosco&lt;br /&gt;No cuidar deste jardim&lt;br /&gt;Que aqui vos deixo em forma de abraço&lt;br /&gt;E onde fica plantado um pedaço de mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo e até breve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23/09/2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.sinfoniabeijaflor.com/maria_bethania_emocoes.mid" width="70" height="25" type="audio/mpeg" loop="false" autostart="true"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112744587383247032?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112744587383247032/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112744587383247032&amp;isPopup=true' title='90 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112744587383247032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112744587383247032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2006/01/voltei-minha-antiga-casa-podem.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>90</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-113592026644669505</id><published>2005-12-30T05:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-03T01:11:08.760Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOM ANO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.magiagifs.com.br/indexnatal/1172825C.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Deixo-vos 2006 beijos e os desejos de um Ano Novo repleto de coisas boas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-113592026644669505?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/113592026644669505/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=113592026644669505&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/113592026644669505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/113592026644669505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/12/bom-ano.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112733789186403340</id><published>2005-09-22T00:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T10:18:26.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Parabéns Gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O dia tinha nascido cheio de sol&lt;br /&gt;Como a anunciar-me a tua chegada&lt;br /&gt;E tu chegaste por volta das 23h20m&lt;br /&gt;Do primeiro dia de Outono&lt;br /&gt;E déste o teu primeiro grito&lt;br /&gt;Como que a dizeres-me,&lt;br /&gt;Mãe, estou aqui!&lt;br /&gt;E eu olhei os teus olhinhos&lt;br /&gt;E vi a tua primeira expressão&lt;br /&gt;Quando te deitaram sobre mim&lt;br /&gt;E essa expressão que lembro até hoje&lt;br /&gt;Ficará em mim para todo o sempre&lt;br /&gt;O mundo ficou pequeno demais&lt;br /&gt;Com a tua chegada&lt;br /&gt;Tu passaste a ser o meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo que eu vou seguindo&lt;br /&gt;E amando mais e mais há doze anos&lt;br /&gt;E vamos distribuindo sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;Lado a lado carregados de ternura&lt;br /&gt;E tu cresceste tão depressa, Gugas&lt;br /&gt;E eu lembro as noites de insónia&lt;br /&gt;Em que te embalava nos meus braços&lt;br /&gt;E te cantava as canções&lt;br /&gt;Que pedias para mim&lt;br /&gt;E emocionada lembro&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro dente, a primeira gargalhada,&lt;br /&gt;A primeira palavra e os primeiros passos&lt;br /&gt;E continuo viajar no tempo&lt;br /&gt;E lembro o primeiro dia de aulas&lt;br /&gt;E a tua mão presa à minha&lt;br /&gt;Como que a pedir-me, não me deixes aqui&lt;br /&gt;E tu ficavas a chorar por um lado&lt;br /&gt;E eu saía lavada em lágrimas pelo outro&lt;br /&gt;Como é bom este recordar passo a passo&lt;br /&gt;Por isso...&lt;br /&gt;Quero dizer-te, MEU FILHO&lt;br /&gt;Que chegaste na hora certa&lt;br /&gt;Para iluminar os meus dias&lt;br /&gt;E tu hás-de crescer ainda mais&lt;br /&gt;Num homem te irás tornar&lt;br /&gt;Ainda assim serás sempre o menino&lt;br /&gt;Que eu continuarei a embalar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo grande&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112733789186403340?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112733789186403340/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112733789186403340&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112733789186403340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112733789186403340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/09/parabns-gonalo-o-dia-tinha-nascido.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112708841475733561</id><published>2005-09-19T01:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T01:06:54.770+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tu és...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu és a seiva&lt;br /&gt;Que cresce em mim dia a dia&lt;br /&gt;E assim sigo amando-te&lt;br /&gt;Em perfeita sintonia&lt;br /&gt;Outras, deliciosa fantasia&lt;br /&gt;Num mar que ondeia em mim&lt;br /&gt;E no correr dos meus dias&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre te vejo&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre te falo&lt;br /&gt;Mas sempre te sinto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão só porque tu és&lt;br /&gt;A seiva que cresce em mim dia a dia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112708841475733561?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112708841475733561/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112708841475733561&amp;isPopup=true' title='35 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112708841475733561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112708841475733561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/09/tu-s.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112698398848587669</id><published>2005-09-17T20:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T04:35:08.320+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aromasdomar.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recordando Aromas Do Mar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hoje...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje&lt;br /&gt;Olhei-te&lt;br /&gt;Sem te olhar&lt;br /&gt;Senti-te&lt;br /&gt;Sem te tocar&lt;br /&gt;E amei-te&lt;br /&gt;Como só eu te sei amar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112698398848587669?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112698398848587669/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112698398848587669&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112698398848587669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112698398848587669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/09/recordando-aromas-do-mar-hoje.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112684402127385756</id><published>2005-09-16T05:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T14:11:23.678+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fala-me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fala-me...&lt;br /&gt;Dos vazios e tormentos&lt;br /&gt;Das noites de insónia&lt;br /&gt;Dos dias passados sem vontades&lt;br /&gt;Dos teus medos e receios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fala-me...&lt;br /&gt;Das andorinhas que só voam na primavera&lt;br /&gt;Dos melros a chilrear nos ninhos&lt;br /&gt;Do azul do céu&lt;br /&gt;E das noites de lua cheia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fala-me...&lt;br /&gt;Dos teus anseios e devaneios&lt;br /&gt;Do brilho dos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Do som da minha voz&lt;br /&gt;Do tempo que passamos juntos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou se preferires...&lt;br /&gt;Fala-me simplesmente de AMOR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112684402127385756?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112684402127385756/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112684402127385756&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112684402127385756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112684402127385756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/09/fala-me.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112675212642993668</id><published>2005-09-15T03:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T03:42:06.430+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E foi assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chamavas-me a tua Penélope&lt;br /&gt;E eu chamava-te o meu Caminhante&lt;br /&gt;E ao som de Serrat e muitos outros&lt;br /&gt;Caminhamos juntos&lt;br /&gt;Subimos montes&lt;br /&gt;Palmilhamos quilómetros de estrada&lt;br /&gt;Partilhamos beleza,&lt;br /&gt;Emoções e agruras&lt;br /&gt;Um dia...&lt;br /&gt;Subia eu a montanha&lt;br /&gt;Procurando o arco-iris&lt;br /&gt;Tu descia-la pelo outro lado&lt;br /&gt;E nunca mais nos encontramos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112675212642993668?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112675212642993668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112675212642993668&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112675212642993668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112675212642993668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/09/e-foi-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112666694764351222</id><published>2005-09-14T04:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T04:06:16.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Um adeus adiado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segue o caminho combinado&lt;br /&gt;Mas não o encontra&lt;br /&gt;Caminha cabisbaixa&lt;br /&gt;Pela baixa&lt;br /&gt;E a cidade acordada&lt;br /&gt;Adormece-lhe os sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Segue sem destino&lt;br /&gt;E encontra em cada rosto&lt;br /&gt;O sorriso que procura&lt;br /&gt;Sufoca o gemido&lt;br /&gt;Preso na garganta&lt;br /&gt;Continuando a caminhada&lt;br /&gt;E eis que atrás de si&lt;br /&gt;Ouve a voz tão esperada&lt;br /&gt;Que num murmúrio lhe diz&lt;br /&gt;_"Sempre que dizemos adeus&lt;br /&gt;Eu morro um pouco"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112666694764351222?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112666694764351222/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112666694764351222&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112666694764351222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112666694764351222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/09/um-adeus-adiado.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112657156309285486</id><published>2005-09-13T01:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T01:32:43.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A Palavra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A palavra tantas vezes repetida&lt;br /&gt;Não foi proferida no encontro&lt;br /&gt;Dos nossos olhares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A palavra tantas vezes repetida&lt;br /&gt;Não foi sentida pelo entrelaçar&lt;br /&gt;Das nossas mãos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A palavra tantas vezes repetida&lt;br /&gt;Não foi mastigada pelo unir&lt;br /&gt;Das nossas bocas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A palavra tantas vezes repetida&lt;br /&gt;Ficou caída naquela noite de nevoeiro&lt;br /&gt;Que turvou o nosso olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A palavra tantas vezes repetida&lt;br /&gt;Não foi nem será esquecida...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112657156309285486?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112657156309285486/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112657156309285486&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112657156309285486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112657156309285486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/09/palavra.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112641138112969005</id><published>2005-09-11T04:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T08:03:01.010+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Grito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim me passeio&lt;br /&gt;No meu e no teu meio&lt;br /&gt;E olho ao redor&lt;br /&gt;E não te vejo&lt;br /&gt;E grito em desespero&lt;br /&gt;E tu não me ouves&lt;br /&gt;E estendo-te a mão&lt;br /&gt;E tu não a agarras&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei que tu estás lá&lt;br /&gt;Onde eu nem sempre estou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Às vezes é no meio de tanta gente&lt;br /&gt;Que descubro afinal aquilo que sou&lt;br /&gt;Sou um grito ou sou uma pedra&lt;br /&gt;De um lugar onde não estou&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes sou também um SIM alegre&lt;br /&gt;Ou um triste NÃO&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;E troco a minha vida por um dia de ilusão...]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112641138112969005?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112622781950145354</id><published>2005-09-09T02:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T05:51:44.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria ser um pássaro&lt;br /&gt;E poder voar para ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria ser árvore&lt;br /&gt;Para te entrelaçar com os meus ramos fortemente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria ser mar&lt;br /&gt;Para te ver rebolar sobre a espuma das minhas ondas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ser Mulher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E amar-te assim nesta plenitude&lt;br /&gt;De quem quer chegar ao infinito do teu ser...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112622781950145354?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112622781950145354/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112622781950145354&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112622781950145354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112622781950145354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_09.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112606725044937926</id><published>2005-09-07T05:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T05:27:30.450+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aromasdomar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Recordando Aromas Do Mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parei na janela do tempo&lt;br /&gt;Olhei-o&lt;br /&gt;E percebi o quanto é implacável&lt;br /&gt;Caminho ao longo da praia&lt;br /&gt;Vejo uma luz ao longe&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia mais difusa&lt;br /&gt;Procuro-te e procuro-me&lt;br /&gt;Na voz que me chega&lt;br /&gt;Não encontro o som&lt;br /&gt;Outrora de languidez&lt;br /&gt;De um amor que se julgou forte&lt;br /&gt;Eu mudei&lt;br /&gt;Tu mudaste&lt;br /&gt;E ambos deixamos&lt;br /&gt;Que o tempo parasse&lt;br /&gt;O brilho dos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Já não te iluminam mais&lt;br /&gt;Neste tempo&lt;br /&gt;Que já não é sequer tempo&lt;br /&gt;Um dia quem sabe&lt;br /&gt;Talvez tu me chegues&lt;br /&gt;No tão falado cavalo branco&lt;br /&gt;Como no reino dos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;E talvez aí&lt;br /&gt;O tempo&lt;br /&gt;Passe a ser&lt;br /&gt;O nosso tempo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112606725044937926?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112606725044937926/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112606725044937926&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112606725044937926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112606725044937926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/09/recordando-aromas-do-mar-tempo_07.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112596931552938564</id><published>2005-09-06T02:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T21:21:26.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dos Setembros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faço uma pausa na minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Para trazer à memória&lt;br /&gt;Os setembros passados&lt;br /&gt;E lembro o verde que se vai transformando em ocre&lt;br /&gt;E o tanque de água fresca onde nos banhávamos&lt;br /&gt;Os cantares ao desafio&lt;br /&gt;Do acordar ao som do chilrear dos pássaros&lt;br /&gt;Das noites passadas sob a ramada&lt;br /&gt;Do aroma das uvas&lt;br /&gt;Das conversas e das desfolhadas&lt;br /&gt;Da água bebida do poço&lt;br /&gt;E do cheiro a terra molhada&lt;br /&gt;Corro o verbo, viajo no tempo&lt;br /&gt;E lembro também&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca me esqueci de ti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112596931552938564?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112596931552938564/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112596931552938564&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112596931552938564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112596931552938564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/09/dos-setembros.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112579777986170748</id><published>2005-09-04T02:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T02:36:19.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4 de Setembro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é um dia especial&lt;br /&gt;De comemorações a fazer&lt;br /&gt;Anos que passam a correr&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que ficam para sempre&lt;br /&gt;Guardadas em nós e no nosso saber&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é o teu dia especial&lt;br /&gt;Podia ser o nosso, mas é o teu&lt;br /&gt;Por isso o foste festejar&lt;br /&gt;À tua volta os amigos devem estar&lt;br /&gt;E eu deixo-te esta música&lt;br /&gt;Para a poderes saborear...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112579777986170748?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112579777986170748/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112579777986170748&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112579777986170748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112579777986170748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/09/4-de-setembro.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112570703388670166</id><published>2005-09-03T01:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T01:25:54.120+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aromasdomar.blogspo.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Recordando Aromas Do Mar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Falésia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinha a falésia toda sobre mim&lt;br /&gt;O mar batia revolto nos rochedos&lt;br /&gt;Como que a lembrar-me toda a sua imensidão&lt;br /&gt;E eu caminhava descalça&lt;br /&gt;Relembrando meus dias de menina&lt;br /&gt;Passados junto ao mar&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei as tardes ventosas&lt;br /&gt;De cabelos ao vento&lt;br /&gt;E fui ouvindo o chamamento&lt;br /&gt;Era a tua voz forte&lt;br /&gt;Que num canto suave&lt;br /&gt;Me dizia&lt;br /&gt;Vem...&lt;br /&gt;E eu fui entrando&lt;br /&gt;Naquele mar cor de prata&lt;br /&gt;À procura da voz&lt;br /&gt;Que murmurava,&lt;br /&gt;Estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;Vem...&lt;br /&gt;Os nossos olhares fixaram-se&lt;br /&gt;As nossas mãos encontraram-se&lt;br /&gt;E amamo-nos&lt;br /&gt;Sobre nuvens de espuma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112570703388670166?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112570703388670166/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112570703388670166&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112570703388670166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112570703388670166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/09/recordando-aromas-do-mar-falsia.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112553725377128273</id><published>2005-09-01T02:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T06:38:49.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sabes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje apenas queria deixar a melodia tocar&lt;br /&gt;Ela fala tanto por mim&lt;br /&gt;Que palavras se escusam&lt;br /&gt;Mas embalei na letra&lt;br /&gt;E embalo o sonho&lt;br /&gt;E fito as mãos cansadas de esperas&lt;br /&gt;E sinto que o brilho dos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Continua a iluminar-se&lt;br /&gt;A cada palavra soletrada do teu nome&lt;br /&gt;E o coração galopa galopa&lt;br /&gt;E ameaça saltar-me do peito&lt;br /&gt;E a efervescência que sinto&lt;br /&gt;É o sangue que corre nas minhas veias&lt;br /&gt;Ansiosas por se cruzarem com as tuas&lt;br /&gt;E volto a embalar na melodia&lt;br /&gt;E imagino a orquestra&lt;br /&gt;Que toca só para nós&lt;br /&gt;E páro por uns segundos&lt;br /&gt;E com um sorriso rasgado, penso&lt;br /&gt;E tão simples é o amor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112553725377128273?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112553725377128273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112553725377128273&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112553725377128273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112553725377128273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/09/sabes.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112544429914942047</id><published>2005-08-31T00:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T06:31:14.163+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sonho ao correr da pena...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava na casa com que sempre tinha sonhado,&lt;br /&gt;Sentada no varandim de madeira que sempre tinha imaginado.&lt;br /&gt;Uma alameda de árvores guiava-nos até ao rio,&lt;br /&gt;O rio dos nossos encantos.&lt;br /&gt;Ao fundo do varandim podia ver-se,&lt;br /&gt;Um cavalete com uma tela em branco.&lt;br /&gt;Olhei a tela, fitei-a durante uns largos segundos&lt;br /&gt;E reparei que a minha vida podia ser pintada ali...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segura desci a escadas,&lt;br /&gt;Percorri a rua orlada de árvores&lt;br /&gt;E fui despindo as margens serenas daquele rio.&lt;br /&gt;A Lua cheia iluminava as águas&lt;br /&gt;Tornando-as cor de prata,&lt;br /&gt;E foi nesse momento que te vi,&lt;br /&gt;Sentado no pequeno barco de madeira&lt;br /&gt;Estendeste-me as mãos e eu corri para ti.&lt;br /&gt;Navegamos aquele rio horas sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Falamos dos sonhos, dos sorrisos e dos olhares&lt;br /&gt;E amamo-nos ao som dos sons do silêncio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gaivota de sempre acordara-me&lt;br /&gt;Com o seu bico na janela.&lt;br /&gt;Quando a fui saudar&lt;br /&gt;Olhei a tela que tinha perdido a brancura&lt;br /&gt;E era agora um universo de cores&lt;br /&gt;Cuidadosamente enrolei-a&lt;br /&gt;Guardei-a num cofre de seda&lt;br /&gt;E para sempre ela será&lt;br /&gt;Testemunha do tempo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Tens que recordar que&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo ainda é um beijo&lt;br /&gt;Um suspiro é só um suspiro&lt;br /&gt;As coisas importantes aplicam-se&lt;br /&gt;À medida que o tempo passa]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112544429914942047?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112544429914942047/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112544429914942047&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112544429914942047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112544429914942047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/08/sonho-ao-correr-da-pena.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112533619498025873</id><published>2005-08-29T18:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T18:23:14.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Regresso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje quero falar de amor&lt;br /&gt;Dos campos de papoilas floridas&lt;br /&gt;Dos sorrisos e palavras que trocamos&lt;br /&gt;Das coisas simples da vida&lt;br /&gt;Das tardes de verão ensolaradas&lt;br /&gt;Dos pássaros que melodiosamente nos cantam&lt;br /&gt;E das ondas de espuma do azul do mar&lt;br /&gt;Que nos enrola&lt;br /&gt;Quero falar...&lt;br /&gt;Do tempo de ausências&lt;br /&gt;E da tarde que sem darmos por isso&lt;br /&gt;Nos chegamos um ao outro&lt;br /&gt;E trocamos juras de amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje quero só falar-te de AMOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[O amor entrou na minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Quando te encontrei&lt;br /&gt;Olhei no teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;E me apaixonei&lt;br /&gt;Foi tanta emoção&lt;br /&gt;Não deu pra segurar...]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112533619498025873?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112533619498025873/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112533619498025873&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112533619498025873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112533619498025873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/08/regresso.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112476115732400939</id><published>2005-08-23T02:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T14:07:27.613+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estrelas Cadentes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sol, a lua e as estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Que te ofereci&lt;br /&gt;Não foram suficientes&lt;br /&gt;Para te deixares ficar&lt;br /&gt;Partiste em busca&lt;br /&gt;Nem eu sei de quê&lt;br /&gt;E no mundo do TU e EU...&lt;br /&gt;Não chegamos a ser NÓS!&lt;br /&gt;E a estrela cadente que brilhava&lt;br /&gt;E nos acompanhava&lt;br /&gt;Acabou desmoronando-se&lt;br /&gt;Num qualquer mar gelado&lt;br /&gt;(O Amor por certo não acaba)&lt;br /&gt;As nuvens turvam o céu&lt;br /&gt;Matando fantasias e ilusões&lt;br /&gt;Derrubando ondas de paixão&lt;br /&gt;E as chuvas de estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Não se farão chegar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Olhei para mim&lt;br /&gt;Me vi assim&lt;br /&gt;Tão perto de chegar&lt;br /&gt;Onde você não está]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nota: Cá estarei de novo a partir do dia 29. Até lá fiquem bem! Beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112476115732400939?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112476115732400939/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112476115732400939&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112476115732400939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112476115732400939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/08/estrelas-cadentes.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112463794658816317</id><published>2005-08-21T16:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T06:30:32.426+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saudade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentada na proa do veleiro&lt;br /&gt;Olhava o mar revolto&lt;br /&gt;E na mente surgias-me tu&lt;br /&gt;A brisa que me batia no rosto&lt;br /&gt;Pareciam afagos vindos de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei quem és&lt;br /&gt;Nem como és&lt;br /&gt;Sei apenas que te sinto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conheço o som da tua voz&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sei dos teus contornos&lt;br /&gt;Nem do brilho dos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que existes&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Tal como eu existo em ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[O tempo não deixa esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Há coisas que sempre guardamos&lt;br /&gt;Nos segredos dos afectos&lt;br /&gt;Na caixinha da ilusão]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112463794658816317?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112463794658816317/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112463794658816317&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112463794658816317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112463794658816317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/08/saudade.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112389340025033633</id><published>2005-08-13T01:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T01:40:00.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boas Férias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6473/1275/1600/Lina3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6473/1275/320/Lina3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis que é chegada a hora deste pobre mortal ter o seu merecido descanso e partir para férias.&lt;br /&gt;Aos que ficam boas continuações de belissimos postes, aos que como eu vão de férias, os desejos sinceros de umas boas e descansadas férias.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia destes cá estaremos todos de novo, para juntos continuarmos a caminhada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo da Lina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota: Este gif foi descaradamente "roubado" ao &lt;a href="http://xtema.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;António San&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;e alterado e trabalhado, a meu pedido, pela sempre simpática &lt;a href="http://isabelfilipeartdesign.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Isabel Filipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;a quem deixo um grande beijo de agradecimento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112389340025033633?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112389340025033633/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112389340025033633&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112389340025033633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112389340025033633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/08/boas-frias.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112380948147657651</id><published>2005-08-12T02:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T02:18:01.486+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Coisas pequenas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje acordei com o chilrear dos passarinhos&lt;br /&gt;Olhei o sol e rasguei-lhe um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Passeei na praça e rodopiei sobre mim mesma&lt;br /&gt;Saudei o arco-iris que se aproximava&lt;br /&gt;Chutei a bola dos meninos que brincavam&lt;br /&gt;Trauteei a canção dos nossos momentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando por fim olhei para ti...corri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Coisas pequenas são, coisas pequenas&lt;br /&gt;São tudo que eu te quero dar&lt;br /&gt;E estas palavras são coisas pequenas&lt;br /&gt;Que dizem que eu te quero amar]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112380948147657651?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112380948147657651/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112380948147657651&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112380948147657651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112380948147657651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/08/coisas-pequenas.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112380691589853450</id><published>2005-08-12T01:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T00:02:44.343Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://aromasdomar.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recordando Aromas Do Mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou longe&lt;br /&gt;De ti, de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Ambos sabemos&lt;br /&gt;Que precisavamos deste espaço&lt;br /&gt;Deste cordão umbilical&lt;br /&gt;Que nos liga os sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Mas nos afasta os corpos.&lt;br /&gt;Estou longe, porém&lt;br /&gt;Com uma vontade enorme de te dizer&lt;br /&gt;Chega mais perto&lt;br /&gt;Afasta as amarras da solidão&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me a mão,&lt;br /&gt;E juntos veremos o mundo sorrir...&lt;br /&gt;Correremos pelos campos de papoilas floridas&lt;br /&gt;Cortaremos as ondas deste mar que é nosso&lt;br /&gt;Onde o tempo foi passando&lt;br /&gt;Aguçando-nos os sentidos,&lt;br /&gt;Alimentando-nos a espera&lt;br /&gt;Para um novo [re]encontro...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112380691589853450?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112380691589853450/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112380691589853450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112380691589853450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112380691589853450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/08/recordando-aromas-do-mar-estou.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112372103466821276</id><published>2005-08-11T01:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T01:56:27.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Momento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque sonhar é também acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Porque o sonho é o momento que temos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O momento é o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Que nos olhamos sem nos vermos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O momento é o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Que desbravamos caminhos entrelaçados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O momento é o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Que sorvemos odores conjugados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O momento é o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Que ditamos palavras sussurradas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O momento é o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Que no tempo do tempo&lt;br /&gt;Juntamos tempo&lt;br /&gt;Ao tempo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112372103466821276?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112372103466821276/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112372103466821276&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112372103466821276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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mãos&lt;br /&gt;Entrelaçadas em esperas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envergonhado foi saindo&lt;br /&gt;Pedindo à lua&lt;br /&gt;Que lhes viesse iluminar&lt;br /&gt;Os sentidos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Eu costumava pensar que o amor era só um conto de fadas&lt;br /&gt;Até ao primeiro olá, até esse primeiro sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Mas se tivesse que fazer tudo de novo&lt;br /&gt;Não mudaria nada, pois este amor dura para sempre]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112362895307593199?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112362895307593199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112362895307593199&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112362895307593199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112362895307593199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/08/o-sol-e-lua.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112354274997349387</id><published>2005-08-09T00:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T00:35:53.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aromasdomar.blogspot.com"&gt;Recordando Aromas Do Mar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aromasdomar.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Virar De Página...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite vai caindo&lt;br /&gt;De ti nem sinal&lt;br /&gt;Continuas naquela velha máxima&lt;br /&gt;De desapareceres por uns tempos&lt;br /&gt;Assim como criança&lt;br /&gt;Que faz birra e se esconde&lt;br /&gt;Para que corramos à sua procura.&lt;br /&gt;Mas tu já não és criança,&lt;br /&gt;E eu cansei-me&lt;br /&gt;De ter o coração&lt;br /&gt;Em batimentos acelerados&lt;br /&gt;À espera que resolvas dizer;&lt;br /&gt;“Olá tudo bem?”&lt;br /&gt;Como se nada se tivesse passado.&lt;br /&gt;Olho-te&lt;br /&gt;Procuro o teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Que se desvia&lt;br /&gt;Com as mesmas incertezas&lt;br /&gt;Em cada gesto.&lt;br /&gt;É tão triste&lt;br /&gt;Quando o olhar contradiz&lt;br /&gt;As palavras que vão saindo.&lt;br /&gt;E vais falando,&lt;br /&gt;E vais gesticulando,&lt;br /&gt;E tentas articular&lt;br /&gt;Palavras e gestos,&lt;br /&gt;E eu continuo&lt;br /&gt;Olhando a lua&lt;br /&gt;E as estrelas,&lt;br /&gt;E na minha cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Apenas uma palavra,&lt;br /&gt;Como uma estrela furiosa&lt;br /&gt;Apenas te digo&lt;br /&gt;Aqui e agora&lt;br /&gt;BASTA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Fizeste de herói&lt;br /&gt;No papel principal&lt;br /&gt;Mas representaste e mentiste tão mal]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112345750371235854</id><published>2005-08-08T00:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T00:34:13.756+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sempre Que...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que me sinto só&lt;br /&gt;Salta-me à mente&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias passados&lt;br /&gt;Em perfeita harmonia&lt;br /&gt;Em que os sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Eram certos tornarem-se realidade&lt;br /&gt;Em que os momentos eram fantasiados&lt;br /&gt;Num conjunto de palavras&lt;br /&gt;Sempre ditas e sentidas&lt;br /&gt;Em que o sonho&lt;br /&gt;Nos comandava a vida&lt;br /&gt;Num mar de amar&lt;br /&gt;Um dia eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Que virei cá enaltecer o amor&lt;br /&gt;Tal e qual ele deve ser enaltecido&lt;br /&gt;E nesse dia eu saberei&lt;br /&gt;Que renasci!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Num egoísmo louco&lt;br /&gt;Eu chego a desejar&lt;br /&gt;Que sintas o que sinto&lt;br /&gt;Quando me sinto só]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112345750371235854?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112345750371235854/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112345750371235854&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112345750371235854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112345750371235854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/08/sempre-que.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112337226192495922</id><published>2005-08-07T00:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T02:50:16.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://aromasdomar.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Recordando Aromas Do Mar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fantasia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sinto o eco das palavras&lt;br /&gt;Na minha cabeça&lt;br /&gt;“Uma coisa destas só acontece uma vez na vida”&lt;br /&gt;Oiço-as na tua voz&lt;br /&gt;Relembro-as do filme.&lt;br /&gt;Nesta viagem&lt;br /&gt;Que acordámos fazer&lt;br /&gt;De olhos vendados,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas temos o sonho&lt;br /&gt;E a fantasia por cenário.&lt;br /&gt;O mar sempre tão sereno,&lt;br /&gt;Derrubou o castelo&lt;br /&gt;Que havíamos construído&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdoa-me…&lt;br /&gt;A fantasia acabou&lt;br /&gt;Vou retirar a venda&lt;br /&gt;E cair na realidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas de Mulher…diria a Lua&lt;br /&gt;Coisas de Gente…digo Eu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Vem meu menino vadio&lt;br /&gt;Vem sem mentir pra você&lt;br /&gt;Vem mas vem sem fantasia&lt;br /&gt;Que da noite pró dia&lt;br /&gt;Você não vai crescer]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112337226192495922?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112337226192495922/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112337226192495922&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112337226192495922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112337226192495922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/08/recordando-aromas-do-mar-fantasia.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112329587445043303</id><published>2005-08-06T03:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T03:37:54.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E 60 Anos Depois Ainda...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A rosa de Hiroxima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensem nas crianças&lt;br /&gt;Mudas telepáticas&lt;br /&gt;Pensem nas meninas&lt;br /&gt;Cegas inexatas&lt;br /&gt;Pensem nas mulheres&lt;br /&gt;Rotas alteradas&lt;br /&gt;Pensem nas feridas&lt;br /&gt;Como rosas cálidas&lt;br /&gt;Mas oh não se esqueçam&lt;br /&gt;Da rosa da rosa&lt;br /&gt;Da rosa de Hiroxima&lt;br /&gt;A rosa hereditária&lt;br /&gt;A rosa radioativa&lt;br /&gt;Estúpida e inválida&lt;br /&gt;A rosa com cirrose&lt;br /&gt;A anti-rosa atômica&lt;br /&gt;Sem cor sem perfume&lt;br /&gt;Sem rosa sem nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Vinicius de Moraes)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112329587445043303?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112329587445043303/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112329587445043303&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112329587445043303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112329587445043303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/08/e-60-anos-depois-ainda.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112320984818633456</id><published>2005-08-05T03:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T04:17:40.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sonho Imperfeito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num sonho imperfeito&lt;br /&gt;O rosa transforma-se em roxo&lt;br /&gt;E fica o desespero no ar&lt;br /&gt;E num enrolar de um corpo&lt;br /&gt;Que sisma em não o continuar&lt;br /&gt;Acorda exausta e relembra;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez se continuem a amar&lt;br /&gt;Talvez fiquem ligados por laços&lt;br /&gt;E por certo não se chegarão a encontrar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Pranto de milhafres&lt;br /&gt;Nas vertentes da noite&lt;br /&gt;Saudades de um passado&lt;br /&gt;Que não veio nem há de vir&lt;br /&gt;Nas vozes que me prendem&lt;br /&gt;O destino aziago&lt;br /&gt;De amores imperfeitos&lt;br /&gt;Que não chegam a florir]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112320984818633456?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112311840269760336</id><published>2005-08-04T02:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T02:20:02.706+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No marasmo dos dias que passa&lt;br /&gt;Olha o horizonte,&lt;br /&gt;Deixando-se ficar com um olhar parado&lt;br /&gt;Para além da linha.&lt;br /&gt;Percebe quanto pode doer&lt;br /&gt;O sentido de ausência/presente,&lt;br /&gt;E percebe também&lt;br /&gt;Que os dias se tornaram iguais às noites.&lt;br /&gt;Foca de novo o horizonte&lt;br /&gt;Na esperança de ver o sol&lt;br /&gt;Que o trará por fim&lt;br /&gt;Montado nos seus raios&lt;br /&gt;Ou quiça nas asas do sonho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sou como tu da mesma luz&lt;br /&gt;Do mesmo amar&lt;br /&gt;Por isso vem&lt;br /&gt;Porque te quero consolar&lt;br /&gt;Se não estás bem&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-te andar a navegar]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112311840269760336?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112311840269760336/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112311840269760336&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112311840269760336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112311840269760336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/08/vem.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112303927374433604</id><published>2005-08-03T04:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T04:54:15.993+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No Mar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mar dos nossos encontros&lt;br /&gt;Ondas de espuma irão nos abraçar&lt;br /&gt;Golfinhos dançarão ao nosso redor&lt;br /&gt;Para nos verem conjugar o verbo AMAR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112303927374433604?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112303927374433604/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112303927374433604&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112303927374433604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112303927374433604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-mar.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112294014209469892</id><published>2005-08-02T00:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T00:50:46.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhamo-nos sem nos vermos&lt;br /&gt;Sentimo-nos sem nos tocarmos&lt;br /&gt;Falamo-nos em silêncios&lt;br /&gt;Percebemo-nos sem nos entendermos&lt;br /&gt;Ditamos tempo&lt;br /&gt;Num tempo fora do tempo&lt;br /&gt;E continuamos ligados&lt;br /&gt;Na memória dos abraços&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Deixa-te ficar na minha casa&lt;br /&gt;Ha janelas que tu não abriste]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112294014209469892?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112294014209469892/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112294014209469892&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112294014209469892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112294014209469892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/08/fica.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112284579441464734</id><published>2005-07-31T22:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T22:36:34.420+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Acaso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegaste de mansinho&lt;br /&gt;Enchendo-me a alma de carinho&lt;br /&gt;E num pressentimento de futuro&lt;br /&gt;Viramos costas&lt;br /&gt;E na ironia do acaso&lt;br /&gt;Descruzamos caminhos&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se a vida brincou&lt;br /&gt;Com o acaso que escolheu&lt;br /&gt;Se viveremos ainda horas de paixão&lt;br /&gt;Ou batemos a porta&lt;br /&gt;E aí sim&lt;br /&gt;Cruzamo-nos com a solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Não sei se o acaso quis brincar&lt;br /&gt;Ou foi a vida que escolheu&lt;br /&gt;Por ironia fez cruzar&lt;br /&gt;O teu caminho com o meu]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112284579441464734?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112284579441464734/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112284579441464734&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112284579441464734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112284579441464734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/07/acaso.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112269418996414307</id><published>2005-07-30T04:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T06:06:04.426+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Grito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei, eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Que nada dura para sempre&lt;br /&gt;Que o punhado de areia&lt;br /&gt;Que segurava na mão&lt;br /&gt;Fugiu por entre os dedos&lt;br /&gt;Deixando tatuadas na palma da mão&lt;br /&gt;A dor e a saudade&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei, eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Que nada dura para sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não me fales de solidão&lt;br /&gt;Não me fales em companhias&lt;br /&gt;Nem em dias cinzentos&lt;br /&gt;Não me fales no desespero&lt;br /&gt;De ver as horas passar&lt;br /&gt;Não me fales em segredos&lt;br /&gt;Guardados a sete chaves&lt;br /&gt;Nem de saudade, nem de medos&lt;br /&gt;Não me fales em dias preenchidos&lt;br /&gt;Por sons de sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;Nem de olhares perdidos&lt;br /&gt;Não me fales em palavras mágicas&lt;br /&gt;Substituidas por silêncios&lt;br /&gt;Não, não me fales de solidão&lt;br /&gt;Que outros me possam falar, sim!&lt;br /&gt;Mas Tu, NÃO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112269418996414307?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112269418996414307/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112269418996414307&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112269418996414307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112269418996414307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/07/grito.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112252546807877396</id><published>2005-07-29T05:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T23:40:52.585+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Samba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escolheu o vestido mais ousado&lt;br /&gt;Na sua cor de carmim&lt;br /&gt;Calçou os sapatos de sola de camurça&lt;br /&gt;Prendeu os cabelos negros&lt;br /&gt;E desceu...&lt;br /&gt;Entrou no salão pela mão do seu par&lt;br /&gt;Os holofotes começaram a brilhar&lt;br /&gt;O samba começou a tocar&lt;br /&gt;Sentiu-se tremer&lt;br /&gt;E pediu aos santos para a acalmar&lt;br /&gt;E numa noite de glória subiu ao pódium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A manhã solarenga do mês de Julho&lt;br /&gt;Ficou enublada com a noticia&lt;br /&gt;Turvando-lhe o olhar&lt;br /&gt;O seu par tinha posto termo à vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há 5 anos que Ela&lt;br /&gt;Sobe serenamente as escadas&lt;br /&gt;Abre o baú das recordações&lt;br /&gt;Onde guardou os vestidos&lt;br /&gt;Os sapatos de camurça&lt;br /&gt;As fotos de festivais gloriosos&lt;br /&gt;E nunca mais dançou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Para ti, que enquanto viveste encheste salões,&lt;br /&gt;brilhando mais que os holofotes, um beijo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apenaseu.tripod.com/GloriaePires.mp3" width="70" height="25" type="audio/mpeg" autostart="false" loop="true"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112252546807877396?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112252546807877396/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112252546807877396&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112252546807877396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112252546807877396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/07/samba.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112250589663982309</id><published>2005-07-28T00:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T00:01:06.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bolero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dois três&lt;br /&gt;Num batimento de bolero&lt;br /&gt;Em movimentos sensuais&lt;br /&gt;Conjugados na cumplicidade&lt;br /&gt;De expressões corporais e faciais&lt;br /&gt;Recorda todos os ontens&lt;br /&gt;E ao som do seu bolero&lt;br /&gt;Vai trauteando&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Já não estás mais ao meu lado coração&lt;br /&gt;E na alma só tenho a saudade]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.lgcsoftware.com/musicas/Amor.wma" width="70" height="25" loop="true" autostart="false"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112250589663982309?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112250589663982309/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112250589663982309&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112250589663982309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112250589663982309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/07/bolero.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112242337396115746</id><published>2005-07-27T01:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T05:20:48.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tango...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...Bailemos esta noite&lt;br /&gt;A promenade do sonho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tango iniciará os primeiros acordes&lt;br /&gt;Tu enlaçarás delicadamente a minha cintura&lt;br /&gt;Eu olhar-te-ei no fundo dos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;E num desnudar de almas&lt;br /&gt;Ficaremos com a certeza&lt;br /&gt;Que sempre estivemos juntos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ah...abraça-me esta noite&lt;br /&gt;Acerca-te a mim&lt;br /&gt;Abraça-me a ti por Deus&lt;br /&gt;Entrega-te nos meus braços]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apenaseu.tripod.com/passion.mp3" width="70" height="25" type="audio/mpeg" autostart="false" loop="true"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112242337396115746?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112242337396115746/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112242337396115746&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112242337396115746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112242337396115746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/07/tango.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112233957541259399</id><published>2005-07-26T01:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T23:31:31.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rumba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando os nossos&lt;br /&gt;Olhares se cruzarem&lt;br /&gt;Na rumba da vida&lt;br /&gt;Desfolharemos estios&lt;br /&gt;Papoilas irão curvar-se&lt;br /&gt;À nossa passagem&lt;br /&gt;Do céu veremos cair&lt;br /&gt;Chuvas de estrelas&lt;br /&gt;E no balancear de um passo&lt;br /&gt;De um para cá e dois para lá&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Saberemos que existe todavia&lt;br /&gt;Uma razão para ver&lt;br /&gt;A luz do dia]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://bamos1.tripod.com/eljardin.mp3" width="70" height="25" type="audio/mpeg" autostart="false" loop="true"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112233957541259399?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112233957541259399/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112233957541259399&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112233957541259399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112233957541259399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/07/rumba_26.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112226210174606361</id><published>2005-07-25T04:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T04:46:51.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Se...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tu soubesses&lt;br /&gt;Como em cada flor filtro o teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Se tu soubesses&lt;br /&gt;Como em cada onda&lt;br /&gt;Vejo o teu semblante a abraçar-me&lt;br /&gt;Se tu soubesses&lt;br /&gt;Como em cada estrela vejo um beijo teu&lt;br /&gt;Se tu soubesses&lt;br /&gt;Como em cada luar te sinto em mim&lt;br /&gt;Se tu soubesses&lt;br /&gt;Como em cada amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;Vejo a esperança dos nossos olhares se encontrarem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... Se tu soubesses...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112226210174606361?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112226210174606361/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112226210174606361&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112226210174606361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112226210174606361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/07/se.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112207948577380241</id><published>2005-07-23T01:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T02:38:29.486+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lembras-te...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembras-te do tempo que era só nosso e corriamos nele esquecendo-nos do tempo?&lt;br /&gt;Eu lembro-me!&lt;br /&gt;Lembras-te da minha pele arrepiada quando ao toque da tua mão me fazias sentir única e amada?&lt;br /&gt;Eu lembro-me!&lt;br /&gt;Lembras-te das partidas e chegadas revoltas num mar de emoções que era só nosso?&lt;br /&gt;Eu lembro-me!&lt;br /&gt;Lembras-te das noites passadas na rede dos jardins da nossa memória, quando apenas eramos nós e só nós num mundo de imaginação que nos apuráva os sentidos?&lt;br /&gt;Eu Lembro-me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembras-te daquela tarde em que o sal das lágrimas nos molhou o rosto e num aceno nos dissemos adeus?&lt;br /&gt;Eu lembro-me!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje junto o tempo, a mão que não sinto mais, o mar de emoções, a rede dos jardins e o aceno, relembro o baú que serenamente coloquei no sotão e apenas lembro, que das lembranças que trago comigo, tu és a lembrança que nunca esqueci!&lt;br /&gt;Saudade do futuro? Talvez...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112207948577380241?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112207948577380241/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112207948577380241&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112207948577380241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112207948577380241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/07/lembras-te.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112191581275933937</id><published>2005-07-21T04:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T05:20:50.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dedilho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedilho o tempo&lt;br /&gt;E perco-me em searas de trigo dourado&lt;br /&gt;Dedilho o tempo&lt;br /&gt;E tento encontrar em cada espiga esperança&lt;br /&gt;Dedilho o tempo&lt;br /&gt;E bailam-me porquês em palavras de até quando?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112191581275933937?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112191581275933937/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112191581275933937&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112191581275933937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112191581275933937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/07/dedilho.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112182554424721078</id><published>2005-07-20T03:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T03:53:02.213+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dia ficou cinzento&lt;br /&gt;Quando olhei para ti &lt;br /&gt;E te vi transfigurar-te.&lt;br /&gt;O fio das lágrimas &lt;br /&gt;Que nao pude soltar&lt;br /&gt;Deixaram-me a alma&lt;br /&gt;Empedernida de sal.&lt;br /&gt;Não, não estava preparada!&lt;br /&gt;Tentei agarrar a dor,&lt;br /&gt;Mas ela foi entrando&lt;br /&gt;Galopando-me os sentidos.&lt;br /&gt;A raiva apodera-se de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Quando percebo&lt;br /&gt;Que tu estás assim por um erro, &lt;br /&gt;Que não podia ter acontecido.&lt;br /&gt;Olho no mais fundo de ti,&lt;br /&gt;Trocamos olhares&lt;br /&gt;Que sempre foram nossos.&lt;br /&gt;Continuaremos a caminhada...&lt;br /&gt;Lado a lado,&lt;br /&gt;Unidas como sempre estivemos,&lt;br /&gt;Até podermos gritar&lt;br /&gt;Vencemos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112182554424721078?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112182554424721078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112182554424721078&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112182554424721078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112182554424721078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/07/lgrimas-o-dia-ficou-cinzento-quando.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112173953572305651</id><published>2005-07-19T03:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T10:54:09.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rodopiando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegas&lt;br /&gt;Páras&lt;br /&gt;E...,&lt;br /&gt;Olhas-me.&lt;br /&gt;Levanto-me&lt;br /&gt;Olho-te&lt;br /&gt;E...,&lt;br /&gt;Sorrio-te.&lt;br /&gt;Estendes-me&lt;br /&gt;A mão,&lt;br /&gt;Ofereço-te&lt;br /&gt;A minha...&lt;br /&gt;Compassados&lt;br /&gt;Seguimos&lt;br /&gt;A melodia,&lt;br /&gt;E o mundo&lt;br /&gt;É nosso...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112173953572305651?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112173953572305651/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112173953572305651&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112173953572305651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112173953572305651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/07/rodopiando.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112165961228213945</id><published>2005-07-18T05:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T05:30:47.363+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Laços&lt;/span&gt; De &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ternura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será sempre difícil&lt;br /&gt;Demonstrar por palavras&lt;br /&gt;O Amor que vos tenho.&lt;br /&gt;Será sempre difícil&lt;br /&gt;Demonstrar-vos algum dia&lt;br /&gt;O quanto vos sou grata.&lt;br /&gt;Será de todo impossível&lt;br /&gt;Arrancar-vos algum dia&lt;br /&gt;Do meu coração!&lt;br /&gt;E ainda que a amizade&lt;br /&gt;Não se agradeça&lt;br /&gt;Deixai que vos diga,&lt;br /&gt;OBRIGADA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;À &lt;a href="http://aromasdomar.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mar Azul&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;e ao &lt;a href="http://fiodagua.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fio D'Água&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, com um beijo gordo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112165961228213945?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112165961228213945/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112165961228213945&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112165961228213945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112165961228213945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/07/laos-de-ternura-ser-sempre-difcil.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112162905506066211</id><published>2005-07-17T20:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T03:08:16.553+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quando Se Desfez O Encanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lenta, muito lentamente desfez-se o encanto.&lt;br /&gt;(Irremessivelmente tinha que passar.)&lt;br /&gt;Não houve esgar nos lábios, não houve nos olhos pranto&lt;br /&gt;nem sequer houve um fundo desejo de chorar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vagos pressentimentos que se transformavam em verdades,&lt;br /&gt;verdades tristes, que eram, porém, já conhecidas.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tive o desalento de quem vê solidões&lt;br /&gt;que farão despertar a funda mágoa adormecida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pablo Neruda) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;No desencanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Do meu e teu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Apenas se percebe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Que permanecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Não quer dizer ficar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112162905506066211?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112162905506066211/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112162905506066211&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112162905506066211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112162905506066211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/07/quando-se-desfez-o-encanto-lenta-muito.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112138896240562228</id><published>2005-07-15T01:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T01:56:02.410+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se nem disséssemos nada,&lt;br /&gt;Se vivêssemos o Amor em toda a sua plenitude?&lt;br /&gt;E se substituíssemos palavras...&lt;br /&gt;Por olhares,&lt;br /&gt;Promessas...&lt;br /&gt;Por presenças,&lt;br /&gt;E o muito e o pouco&lt;br /&gt;Por sentidos?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112138896240562228?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112138896240562228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112138896240562228&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112138896240562228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112138896240562228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/07/e.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112118198080101213</id><published>2005-07-12T16:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T23:00:46.589+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Arco-iris...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peguei uma tela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pincelei-a com o verde da esperança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Peguei uma outra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Pincelei-a com o rosa da ternura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A seguinte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pincelei-a com o azul dos sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Na tela vermelha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pincelei o amor&lt;br /&gt;E assim explodimos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Num&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;arco-iris&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112118198080101213?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112118198080101213/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112105305591316680</id><published>2005-07-11T04:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T04:41:29.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sussurros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito, muito calmamente&lt;br /&gt;A lua desceu até mim...&lt;br /&gt;Sussurrando-me ao ouvido&lt;br /&gt;Que tu chegarias assim -&lt;br /&gt;Na boca um sorriso terno&lt;br /&gt;Nos olhos um brilho sereno&lt;br /&gt;E nas mãos um ramo de jasmim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112105305591316680?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112101005158550866/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112101005158550866&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112101005158550866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112101005158550866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/07/silncios.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112092909417785832</id><published>2005-07-09T18:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T04:23:22.757+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sombras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminhamos lado a lado...&lt;br /&gt;E entre nós&lt;br /&gt;Perpetuam-se sombras,&lt;br /&gt;Angustias passadas&lt;br /&gt;De um tempo esquecido&lt;br /&gt;Onde somos tu e eu&lt;br /&gt;Num ontem que fomos NÓS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112092909417785832?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112092909417785832/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112092909417785832&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112092909417785832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112092909417785832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/07/sombras.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112078104504630967</id><published>2005-07-08T01:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T04:21:35.548+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Atitude....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"É certo que quando estão envolvidas duas pessoas, há dois a vibrar e é raro que essas vibrações sejam correspondentes. Apesar de tudo nós somos os únicos e exclusivos criadores da nossa experiência, não é o nosso parceiro, não são os nossos pais..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Como tal, por mais difícil que isso seja de engolir, torna-se uma questão de olharmos para nós próprios, as nossas próprias reacções, a nossa própria concentração, o nosso próprio fluir de energia..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."porque enquanto continuarmos de olhos fixos noutro lado – passado ou presente – em todas as coisas de que não gostamos, não só estamos a atrair mais do mesmo, estamos também a bloquear todas as coisas boas que gostaríamos de ver em seu lugar".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... O fundamental é que o nosso parceiro, ou qualquer outra pessoa que consideremos um relacionamento, tem alguns hábitos irritantes que nos aborrecem e nós concentramos a nossa atenção nisso, tudo o que estamos a fazer é perpetuar os hábitos irritantes que gostaríamos de suprimir, porque os estamos a incluir em nós"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O espectáculo não é de mais ninguém, apenas seu, sempre o foi, sempre o será. Nunca ninguém o segurou pelas orelhas. Nunca ninguém fez com que a sua vida seguisse um curso e não outro. O espectáculo é seu desde o início, concebido pela forma como você flui a sua energia, concebido a cada momento de cada dia pela sua forma de sentir. Agora, tudo se resume àquilo que você quer fazer com o resto da sua vida e à sua vontade pôr em marcha os sentimentos necessários para o obter!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enxertos do livro &lt;br /&gt;"Desculpe, mas... a sua VIDA está à sua espera"&lt;br /&gt;Autor:Lynn Grabhorn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112078104504630967?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112078104504630967/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112078104504630967&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112078104504630967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112078104504630967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/07/atitude.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112077037763983256</id><published>2005-07-07T22:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T04:21:18.799+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Farol... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu aguardava ansiosa os sinais&lt;br /&gt;Que vinham de ti&lt;br /&gt;E cada espera era um novo raiar&lt;br /&gt;E cada olhar&lt;br /&gt;Uma vontade de te esperar...&lt;br /&gt;Perdeste-te nos faróis da vida&lt;br /&gt;E eu voei tão alto&lt;br /&gt;Onde o teu farol não me pôde alcançar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112077037763983256?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112077037763983256/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112077037763983256&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112077037763983256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112077037763983256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/2005/07/farol.html' title=''/><author><name>mar revolto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12102724803320513604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAwJGSyvFsQ/Sa_KgBfhWNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pB-zFy3BoNQ/S220/olhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14182683.post-112075666764555231</id><published>2005-07-07T18:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T04:14:41.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desilusão...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um regresso de culpa presente&lt;br /&gt;Desilusões vãs de anónimos sabores&lt;br /&gt;Num despertar de manhãs&lt;br /&gt;Pautado pela ausência&lt;br /&gt;De te ter sem te ter.&lt;br /&gt;Procuro até à exaustão toda a essência do meu ser&lt;br /&gt;Desejo que vou amainando&lt;br /&gt;Na revelação que te faço&lt;br /&gt;Entre o tudo e o nada&lt;br /&gt;Desta razão que é viver...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14182683-112075666764555231?l=entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreotudoeonada.blogspot.com/feeds/112075666764555231/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14182683&amp;postID=112075666764555231&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112075666764555231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14182683/posts/default/112075666764555231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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