<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953651374359976624</id><updated>2010-01-01T01:34:45.949Z</updated><title type='text'>Mar de Sonhos</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Luis F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293156837472292934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>357</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953651374359976624.post-2771242023390177509</id><published>2009-12-29T09:58:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-29T13:05:31.341Z</updated><title type='text'>Esperança</title><content type='html'>Hoje tive um sonho,&lt;br /&gt;O tempo findou entre os vendavais do esquecimento,&lt;br /&gt;A cinza cobriu e arrastou os desejos no vento&lt;br /&gt;Rasgando a esperança em cor&lt;br /&gt;Julgando-me perdido de sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Sou…&lt;br /&gt;Um pobre de um louco…,&lt;br /&gt;Acredito no amor de toda a gente&lt;br /&gt;Incorrigível sentimental…&lt;br /&gt;Um momento… que plana além do monte&lt;br /&gt;Asas que ficam, que passam, que se sentem&lt;br /&gt;Numa esperança vã ainda maior.&lt;br /&gt;Já escrevi,&lt;br /&gt;Tantas palavras ricas em versos desenhados&lt;br /&gt;Retalhos de uma manta maior…&lt;br /&gt;Sílabas de enganos profundos em tantos dizeres despidos&lt;br /&gt;Que se erguiam em voos&lt;br /&gt;Rasgando o azul infinito dos céus.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei… que bocas ardentes se beijavam,&lt;br /&gt;Piedade de sangrentos beijos vestidos, se sentiam…&lt;br /&gt;Neste mundo que gira sem intervalo&lt;br /&gt;Entre as horas cruas que o vestem&lt;br /&gt;Onde, amanhã o sol se ergue de novo!&lt;br /&gt;Que importa se amanhece como ontem,&lt;br /&gt;Se…&lt;br /&gt;A noite engole o sorriso&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas frias continuam a secar o leito dos rios&lt;br /&gt;A névoa de um mísero pedinte continua a persistir&lt;br /&gt;A rosa esconde-se envergonhada entre os espinhos&lt;br /&gt;Embriagando-se do veneno do ódio e da mentira,&lt;br /&gt;Prostituindo-se numa esquina qualquer.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje no meu sonho,&lt;br /&gt;Pintou de cores um ideal…&lt;br /&gt;Crenças numa fé inabalável&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo se transforma,&lt;br /&gt;Quimera ilusão soluçou este doido coração&lt;br /&gt;De tanto querer um mundo melhor&lt;br /&gt;De tanto acreditar, que tal é possível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SznTKe8M30I/AAAAAAAABIs/huqVlrNNIjQ/s1600-h/ano-novo_801304727_anonovo028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420595803574820674" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 385px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SznTKe8M30I/AAAAAAAABIs/huqVlrNNIjQ/s400/ano-novo_801304727_anonovo028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Para todos os meus amigos e leitores do Mar de Sonhos, os meus votos de um Grande 2010&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953651374359976624-2771242023390177509?l=marsonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2771242023390177509/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6953651374359976624&amp;postID=2771242023390177509&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/2771242023390177509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/2771242023390177509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/2009/12/esperanca.html' title='Esperança'/><author><name>Luis F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293156837472292934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10482419636648981255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SznTKe8M30I/AAAAAAAABIs/huqVlrNNIjQ/s72-c/ano-novo_801304727_anonovo028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953651374359976624.post-1430501080886778646</id><published>2009-12-21T16:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-21T16:10:21.951Z</updated><title type='text'>FELIZ NATAL</title><content type='html'>A todos os meus amigos, familiares e Leitores do Mar de Sonhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os meus votos de umas Festas Felizes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--INICIO DO CODIGO --&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.belasmensagens.com.br"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.belasmensagens.com.br/gifs/imagens/natal/12.gif" alt ="GOSTOU DESTE GIF? No site Belas Mensagens tem centenas! CLIQUE AQUI E CONFIRA" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--FIM DO CODIGO --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953651374359976624-1430501080886778646?l=marsonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/1430501080886778646/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6953651374359976624&amp;postID=1430501080886778646&amp;isPopup=true' title='45 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/1430501080886778646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/1430501080886778646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/2009/12/feliz-natal_21.html' title='FELIZ NATAL'/><author><name>Luis F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293156837472292934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10482419636648981255'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>45</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953651374359976624.post-5114111038662897940</id><published>2009-12-17T13:30:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-17T13:33:49.299Z</updated><title type='text'>Espírito de Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Entre luzes coloridas&lt;br /&gt;Bolas de magia&lt;br /&gt;Presépios com o menino Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Há um buraco no tempo perdido&lt;br /&gt;Onde caem lágrimas de sombra&lt;br /&gt;Numa miserável cegueira&lt;br /&gt;Que todos sabem que existe e ninguém a crê.&lt;br /&gt;Cantos proibidos&lt;br /&gt;Rostos cansados, gélidos de emoções&lt;br /&gt;Esperando um Natal qualquer&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que não existe&lt;br /&gt;Esquecido pelas vestes da fantasia&lt;br /&gt;Vendendo-se apenas nas palavras,&lt;br /&gt;Palavras cruas e despidas&lt;br /&gt;Porque Natal é todos os dias!!!&lt;br /&gt;Verdade na mentira&lt;br /&gt;Vejo os que andam e não amam,&lt;br /&gt;Pobres despidos das guerras,&lt;br /&gt;Famílias famintas sem pão,&lt;br /&gt;Os que dormem nas ruas desertas,&lt;br /&gt;Os que choram a saudade da terra,&lt;br /&gt;As crianças que crescem e não brincam,&lt;br /&gt;E tantas outros… outros sentimentos saltam&lt;br /&gt;Gélidos como o Inverno que assombra.&lt;br /&gt;Ano após ano,&lt;br /&gt;Grito - Malfadada vida…&lt;br /&gt;A história é igual,&lt;br /&gt;Repete-se a ladainha&lt;br /&gt;Brinde-se e consuma-se o que não se tem&lt;br /&gt;Pois afinal…&lt;br /&gt;Existe a esperança na vida&lt;br /&gt;Que ainda existe… o espírito de Natal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/Syoy-OYbNUI/AAAAAAAABIk/Q08joLLLbpE/s1600-h/nÃ£o+digo+50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416197546460263746" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/Syoy-OYbNUI/AAAAAAAABIk/Q08joLLLbpE/s400/n%C3%A3o+digo+50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fotografia - Benjamim Vieira (tema - Não digo 50)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953651374359976624-5114111038662897940?l=marsonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/5114111038662897940/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6953651374359976624&amp;postID=5114111038662897940&amp;isPopup=true' title='36 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/5114111038662897940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/5114111038662897940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/2009/12/espirito-de-natal.html' title='Espírito de Natal'/><author><name>Luis F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293156837472292934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10482419636648981255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/Syoy-OYbNUI/AAAAAAAABIk/Q08joLLLbpE/s72-c/n%C3%A3o+digo+50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953651374359976624.post-2694834974146518487</id><published>2009-12-14T17:24:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-14T17:47:33.095Z</updated><title type='text'>O que oferecer neste NATAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SyZ1HIxVnUI/AAAAAAAABIU/f9NiASLzt08/s1600-h/aspecto_livro3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415144367433555266" style="WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SyZ1HIxVnUI/AAAAAAAABIU/f9NiASLzt08/s400/aspecto_livro3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Caros amigos, leitores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproxima-se a época de Natal. Este ano vou promover a venda do meu livro, (desculpem o abuso).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu livro “Momentos”, pode ser uma boa prenda de Natal (deixo a sugestão)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lista de livrarias onde o mesmo pode ser adquirido é: (visitem o site e cliquem na zona da vossa região)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.temas-originais.pt/livrarias.htm"&gt;http://www.temas-originais.pt/livrarias.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradecendo toda a vossa atenção e gentileza,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com amizade&lt;br /&gt;Luis Ferreira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953651374359976624-2694834974146518487?l=marsonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2694834974146518487/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6953651374359976624&amp;postID=2694834974146518487&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/2694834974146518487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/2694834974146518487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-que-oferecer-neste-natal.html' title='O que oferecer neste NATAL'/><author><name>Luis F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293156837472292934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10482419636648981255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SyZ1HIxVnUI/AAAAAAAABIU/f9NiASLzt08/s72-c/aspecto_livro3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953651374359976624.post-2704830960844956486</id><published>2009-12-09T14:25:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-09T14:35:31.161Z</updated><title type='text'>Um tempo vazio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;No meu silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Falta a palavra&lt;br /&gt;A colonização do meu espaço&lt;br /&gt;O abraço que acende a manhã fria&lt;br /&gt;A cor de uma aguarela viva&lt;br /&gt;O risco feito ao acaso&lt;br /&gt;A imaginação que preenche a hora morta&lt;br /&gt;O sol que acende a minha noite.&lt;br /&gt;Falta-me,&lt;br /&gt;O arpão que me acerta no peito&lt;br /&gt;Um corpo que me tapa o nu&lt;br /&gt;A flor de um sorriso que me embriaga&lt;br /&gt;O ardor do sussurro no vácuo&lt;br /&gt;A lágrima que me desliza no leito&lt;br /&gt;O poema sem verso na folha&lt;br /&gt;Vulcão que explode num beijo.&lt;br /&gt;Um coração deserto&lt;br /&gt;A morte da minha razão&lt;br /&gt;O rumor da desordem&lt;br /&gt;A loucura que me transforma&lt;br /&gt;Na infelicidade da saudade&lt;br /&gt;A Chaga do peito&lt;br /&gt;A longa espera do regresso.&lt;br /&gt;Falta-me realmente tudo&lt;br /&gt;Falta-me a rocha, o pilar,&lt;br /&gt;As horas que falecem no relógio&lt;br /&gt;Falta-me quem me complementa&lt;br /&gt;Nós dois sempre…&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando não estás&lt;br /&gt;E depois&lt;br /&gt;Faltas-me tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/Sx-1fBpQRFI/AAAAAAAABII/H06Jw3daWmA/s1600-h/such+great+heights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413244821744665682" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/Sx-1fBpQRFI/AAAAAAAABII/H06Jw3daWmA/s400/such+great+heights.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fotografia - Daniel Camacho (tema - such great heights)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953651374359976624-2704830960844956486?l=marsonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2704830960844956486/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6953651374359976624&amp;postID=2704830960844956486&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/2704830960844956486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/2704830960844956486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/2009/12/um-tempo-vazio.html' title='Um tempo vazio'/><author><name>Luis F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293156837472292934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10482419636648981255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/Sx-1fBpQRFI/AAAAAAAABII/H06Jw3daWmA/s72-c/such+great+heights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953651374359976624.post-511917624476930314</id><published>2009-12-05T12:16:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-05T12:18:26.141Z</updated><title type='text'>Breve Nota</title><content type='html'>Caros amigos e leitores,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Mar aparece com uma nova imagem, assim como algumas alterações. Espero que as mesmas sejam do vosso agrado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço à minha Irmã Susana, a concepção do novo Banner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luís Ferreira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953651374359976624-511917624476930314?l=marsonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/511917624476930314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6953651374359976624&amp;postID=511917624476930314&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/511917624476930314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/511917624476930314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/2009/12/breve-nota.html' title='Breve Nota'/><author><name>Luis F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293156837472292934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10482419636648981255'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953651374359976624.post-194757926202858582</id><published>2009-12-03T15:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-03T15:40:13.099Z</updated><title type='text'>Sinopse do poeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Semeiam seara nua&lt;br /&gt;Entre palavras e vírgulas&lt;br /&gt;O luar que inspira&lt;br /&gt;Nos sentimentos que embriagam.&lt;br /&gt;Benditos imortais&lt;br /&gt;Épicos tempos conhecidos&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas sem terra nem beira&lt;br /&gt;Vestem-se de sonhos&lt;br /&gt;De textos e emoções&lt;br /&gt;Numa arte erguida pelas próprias mãos.&lt;br /&gt;Falam sem falar&lt;br /&gt;No silêncio que só nós podemos ter&lt;br /&gt;Espaço umbigo de um canto perdido&lt;br /&gt;Um tempo que passa&lt;br /&gt;A passar… lentamente&lt;br /&gt;Onde morrem e ressuscitam!&lt;br /&gt;Famintos da escrita&lt;br /&gt;Criam sem pudor&lt;br /&gt;Deslizam tinta em folha crua&lt;br /&gt;Malditos que sufocam&lt;br /&gt;Cantam, choram, gritam&lt;br /&gt;Encantam a peça da vida&lt;br /&gt;Presos aos olhares que os devoram.&lt;br /&gt;A obra singela corre nas sílabas de um verso&lt;br /&gt;Sedutor, maléfico…&lt;br /&gt;Numa fé que molda o sonho&lt;br /&gt;Afaga a face e o corpo&lt;br /&gt;De quem escreve&lt;br /&gt;De quem assim sente,&lt;br /&gt;Como eu… como eu.&lt;br /&gt;Lábios que denunciam o meu voo&lt;br /&gt;Escavando no profundo ser&lt;br /&gt;No princípio, fica o poema&lt;br /&gt;O átrio de uma estrofe sem medo&lt;br /&gt;Para ti que és Poeta!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SxfbsO_a68I/AAAAAAAABHw/uSINbxe5Z68/s1600-h/casulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411035030293769154" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SxfbsO_a68I/AAAAAAAABHw/uSINbxe5Z68/s400/casulo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fotografia - Aline (tema - Casulo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953651374359976624-194757926202858582?l=marsonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/194757926202858582/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6953651374359976624&amp;postID=194757926202858582&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/194757926202858582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/194757926202858582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/2009/12/sinopse-do-poeta.html' title='Sinopse do poeta'/><author><name>Luis F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293156837472292934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10482419636648981255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SxfbsO_a68I/AAAAAAAABHw/uSINbxe5Z68/s72-c/casulo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953651374359976624.post-7175864352874499431</id><published>2009-11-27T13:25:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-27T13:30:23.442Z</updated><title type='text'>Um gesto, um pequeno passo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Caros amigos e leitores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desta vez não escrevo um poema, mas um apelo e uma divulgação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passem por este blog: http://carmenpine.blogspot.com/ e se puderem ajudem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado&lt;br /&gt;Luis&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/Sw_UDMackgI/AAAAAAAABHo/zeoSekovzpA/s1600/Carmen+Jn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408774828832100866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/Sw_UDMackgI/AAAAAAAABHo/zeoSekovzpA/s400/Carmen+Jn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953651374359976624-7175864352874499431?l=marsonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/7175864352874499431/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6953651374359976624&amp;postID=7175864352874499431&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/7175864352874499431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/7175864352874499431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/2009/11/um-gesto-um-pequeno-passo.html' title='Um gesto, um pequeno passo'/><author><name>Luis F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293156837472292934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10482419636648981255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/Sw_UDMackgI/AAAAAAAABHo/zeoSekovzpA/s72-c/Carmen+Jn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953651374359976624.post-133736094630910269</id><published>2009-11-24T15:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-24T15:10:03.289Z</updated><title type='text'>Ab aeterno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Preciso de ti&lt;br /&gt;Para te adorar como verbo&lt;br /&gt;Como a palavra que soletro no silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Como a estrofe que dá sabor á vida&lt;br /&gt;Para te sentir correndo em mim&lt;br /&gt;No licor vermelho das minhas veias.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o doce sabor dos teus lábios&lt;br /&gt;O encontro… o beijo...&lt;br /&gt;E em mim,&lt;br /&gt;Cresce o sentimento que embalas com o teu riso&lt;br /&gt;A tua voz cristalina,&lt;br /&gt;Celestial momento, direi um anjo&lt;br /&gt;Ter-te em todo o lado&lt;br /&gt;Sentir-te em todo o toque&lt;br /&gt;Em todo o momento que me preenche.&lt;br /&gt;És mulher, esposa, amante&lt;br /&gt;O meu sonho completo, o meu desejo&lt;br /&gt;Uno em duo&lt;br /&gt;Onde preenches o meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;Varrendo o ócio que me seca&lt;br /&gt;Dando cor e sabor ao brilho&lt;br /&gt;Que emancipa o nosso amor.&lt;br /&gt;O momento, as comunhões acesas dos actos&lt;br /&gt;Encontro de galáxias sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Volúpias que desfrutamos&lt;br /&gt;Vendavais que despertamos&lt;br /&gt;Onde flutuo em vagas puras&lt;br /&gt;E deixo-me levar&lt;br /&gt;Para amar-te… mais e mais&lt;br /&gt;Como ninguém pode amar, jamais assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/Swv3DISQkoI/AAAAAAAABHg/H0K5lBEBDAg/s1600/whwn+my+arms+wrap+you+around.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407687410724147842" style="WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/Swv3DISQkoI/AAAAAAAABHg/H0K5lBEBDAg/s400/whwn+my+arms+wrap+you+around.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fotografia - negateven (tema - When My Arms Wrap You Around)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953651374359976624-133736094630910269?l=marsonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/133736094630910269/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6953651374359976624&amp;postID=133736094630910269&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/133736094630910269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/133736094630910269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/2009/11/ab-aeterno.html' title='Ab aeterno'/><author><name>Luis F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293156837472292934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10482419636648981255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/Swv3DISQkoI/AAAAAAAABHg/H0K5lBEBDAg/s72-c/whwn+my+arms+wrap+you+around.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953651374359976624.post-2006699036797647693</id><published>2009-11-19T14:04:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-19T14:08:39.654Z</updated><title type='text'>Quem sou?</title><content type='html'>Sou pedra sou sonho&lt;br /&gt;A certeza e a dúvida&lt;br /&gt;Lampejo de um firmamento&lt;br /&gt;O próprio desejo,&lt;br /&gt;Sou tudo e nada sou.&lt;br /&gt;Sou a fuga e o caminho,&lt;br /&gt;O ponto e a virgula&lt;br /&gt;A frase incompleta&lt;br /&gt;A palavra suspensa&lt;br /&gt;O poeta perdido.&lt;br /&gt;Irredutível, romântico&lt;br /&gt;O caos e a calma&lt;br /&gt;Sou o tempo que passa&lt;br /&gt;Sou o vento que sopra a folhagem&lt;br /&gt;A manhã despida de Outono.&lt;br /&gt;Sou a luz e a sombra&lt;br /&gt;As mãos que deslizam&lt;br /&gt;Sou fumo…&lt;br /&gt;Andarilho sem destino&lt;br /&gt;Um traço numa tela.&lt;br /&gt;Sou a rosa e o espinho&lt;br /&gt;A onda que beija a areia&lt;br /&gt;Sou o sentimento nu&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;Sou apenas eu! &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SwVRJeNwACI/AAAAAAAABHY/z4cOcJ1KHhY/s1600/the+creator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405816150899556386" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SwVRJeNwACI/AAAAAAAABHY/z4cOcJ1KHhY/s400/the+creator.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fotografia - Luis Azevedo (Tema - The Creator)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953651374359976624-2006699036797647693?l=marsonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2006699036797647693/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6953651374359976624&amp;postID=2006699036797647693&amp;isPopup=true' title='42 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/2006699036797647693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/2006699036797647693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/2009/11/quem-sou.html' title='Quem sou?'/><author><name>Luis F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293156837472292934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10482419636648981255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SwVRJeNwACI/AAAAAAAABHY/z4cOcJ1KHhY/s72-c/the+creator.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953651374359976624.post-8314020146137875796</id><published>2009-11-17T13:13:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-11-17T13:29:18.335Z</updated><title type='text'>Existe poesia em ti</title><content type='html'>Orgulho-me de ti&lt;br /&gt;No refúgio do teu mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Onde correm veios de água&lt;br /&gt;Libertas versos de ternura.&lt;br /&gt;Conheces todas as ruas desertas&lt;br /&gt;Pintando as palavras com um olhar&lt;br /&gt;De sorriso meigo no rosto&lt;br /&gt;Enches jardins em teus gestos,&lt;br /&gt;Vencendo a tua deficiência.&lt;br /&gt;Não conheces a minha morada,&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu conheço o teu canto&lt;br /&gt;O perfume da tua inocência,&lt;br /&gt;O doce som da tua voz&lt;br /&gt;O poema da vida que há em ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Poema distinguido no passado sábado com menção honrosa, no XIV Concurso de Poesia da APPACDM de Setúbal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SwKjT8hXNLI/AAAAAAAABHQ/LfVzIb1IxjU/s1600/APPACDM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405062065856918706" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SwKjT8hXNLI/AAAAAAAABHQ/LfVzIb1IxjU/s400/APPACDM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ilustração da APPACDM - Fundão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"A APPACDM de Setúbal é uma Instituição Particular de Solidariedade Social vocacionada, primordialmente, para a área da deficiência mental. A Instituição intervém com mais de 400 cidadãos, de diversas idades e graus de deficiência e suas famílias, nas oito valências em funcionamento e nas múltiplas dinâmicas e projectos por si dinamizadas." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Texto Julia Carvalho públicado em O Distrito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953651374359976624-8314020146137875796?l=marsonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8314020146137875796/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6953651374359976624&amp;postID=8314020146137875796&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/8314020146137875796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/8314020146137875796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/2009/11/existe-poesia-em-ti.html' title='Existe poesia em ti'/><author><name>Luis F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293156837472292934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10482419636648981255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SwKjT8hXNLI/AAAAAAAABHQ/LfVzIb1IxjU/s72-c/APPACDM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953651374359976624.post-6397029782810872428</id><published>2009-11-11T17:31:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:35:15.487Z</updated><title type='text'>DIA 21 - Ateneu no Porto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Depois da Anadia, &lt;strong&gt;dia 21 pelas 16h estarei no Ateneu Comercial do Porto&lt;/strong&gt;, para apresentar o meu 3º livro - Momentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conto mais uma vez com a presença de todos os amigos e leitores do meu espaço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigado por tudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com amizade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luis Ferreira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/Svr1b2PXAnI/AAAAAAAABHI/8YJXk8Hcusw/s1600-h/convite_luis_ferreira_porto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402900561749541490" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/Svr1b2PXAnI/AAAAAAAABHI/8YJXk8Hcusw/s400/convite_luis_ferreira_porto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953651374359976624-6397029782810872428?l=marsonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/6397029782810872428/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6953651374359976624&amp;postID=6397029782810872428&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/6397029782810872428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/6397029782810872428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/2009/11/dia-21-ateneu-no-porto.html' title='DIA 21 - Ateneu no Porto'/><author><name>Luis F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293156837472292934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10482419636648981255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/Svr1b2PXAnI/AAAAAAAABHI/8YJXk8Hcusw/s72-c/convite_luis_ferreira_porto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953651374359976624.post-2632288119135703132</id><published>2009-11-09T12:44:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-09T12:51:29.218Z</updated><title type='text'>Pedaços X</title><content type='html'>Seta disparada,&lt;br /&gt;Cupido que acerta&lt;br /&gt;Germina eternos momentos&lt;br /&gt;Amam-se os amantes,&lt;br /&gt;Fantasias completas,&lt;br /&gt;Alianças perpetuas.&lt;br /&gt;Dorsos nus&lt;br /&gt;Paisagens despidas,&lt;br /&gt;Erupções sentidas&lt;br /&gt;Rasgos de cometa.&lt;br /&gt;Pedaços de loucura sã&lt;br /&gt;Gemidos alucinados,&lt;br /&gt;Êxtase perfumado&lt;br /&gt;Quando o amor desperta. &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SvgQDOAchZI/AAAAAAAABHA/DulrQqJJ8V0/s1600-h/3185835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402085400516527506" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SvgQDOAchZI/AAAAAAAABHA/DulrQqJJ8V0/s400/3185835.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fotografia - Karina Bertoncini (tema - .)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953651374359976624-2632288119135703132?l=marsonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2632288119135703132/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6953651374359976624&amp;postID=2632288119135703132&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/2632288119135703132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/2632288119135703132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/2009/11/pedacos-x.html' title='Pedaços X'/><author><name>Luis F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293156837472292934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10482419636648981255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SvgQDOAchZI/AAAAAAAABHA/DulrQqJJ8V0/s72-c/3185835.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953651374359976624.post-901235612928290572</id><published>2009-11-06T13:39:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-06T13:41:56.471Z</updated><title type='text'>Pedaços IX</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;O tempo adormece&lt;br /&gt;Relógios sem horas,&lt;br /&gt;Fragrância de silêncios&lt;br /&gt;Pedaços de medo,&lt;br /&gt;Fantasmas despertos.&lt;br /&gt;Espectros que voam&lt;br /&gt;Gente sem rosto,&lt;br /&gt;Destinos traçados&lt;br /&gt;Crus e falseados&lt;br /&gt;Em verdades moribundas.&lt;br /&gt;Espinhos de sangue,&lt;br /&gt;Rosa negra&lt;br /&gt;Caminhos de barro&lt;br /&gt;Que percorres sem ver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SvQnbTRkzUI/AAAAAAAABG4/T87FQT0dIKw/s1600-h/vulto.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400985203108007234" style="WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SvQnbTRkzUI/AAAAAAAABG4/T87FQT0dIKw/s400/vulto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fotografia - Nuno Sampaio (Tema - Um vulto no caminho - parte IV - )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953651374359976624-901235612928290572?l=marsonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/901235612928290572/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6953651374359976624&amp;postID=901235612928290572&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/901235612928290572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/901235612928290572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/2009/11/pedacos-ix.html' title='Pedaços IX'/><author><name>Luis F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293156837472292934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10482419636648981255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SvQnbTRkzUI/AAAAAAAABG4/T87FQT0dIKw/s72-c/vulto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953651374359976624.post-6430359921027644322</id><published>2009-11-03T15:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-03T15:22:06.741Z</updated><title type='text'>Pedaços VIII</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Mãos calejadas&lt;br /&gt;Velho que olha,&lt;br /&gt;Um horizonte afogado&lt;br /&gt;Em livros de histórias.&lt;br /&gt;A memória do tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Traços despertos&lt;br /&gt;Rugas vividas,&lt;br /&gt;Marcam o princípio&lt;br /&gt;Do fim das vidas.&lt;br /&gt;Memórias presentes&lt;br /&gt;Passados distantes,&lt;br /&gt;Pedaços marcantes&lt;br /&gt;De tantas coisas sentidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SvBKWCFTIII/AAAAAAAABGw/HfzRzerpPcM/s1600-h/o+tempo+e+a+vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399897695593898114" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SvBKWCFTIII/AAAAAAAABGw/HfzRzerpPcM/s400/o+tempo+e+a+vida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fotografia - Themeron (tema - O tempo e a vida)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953651374359976624-6430359921027644322?l=marsonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/6430359921027644322/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6953651374359976624&amp;postID=6430359921027644322&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/6430359921027644322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/6430359921027644322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/2009/11/pedacos-viii.html' title='Pedaços VIII'/><author><name>Luis F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293156837472292934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10482419636648981255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SvBKWCFTIII/AAAAAAAABGw/HfzRzerpPcM/s72-c/o+tempo+e+a+vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953651374359976624.post-2969820007751627312</id><published>2009-11-02T12:26:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:29:46.930Z</updated><title type='text'>Momentos - ANADIA 7 de Novembro</title><content type='html'>Bom dia amigos e Leitores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia 7 (sábado) estarei na Anadia para apresentar o meu 3º livro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero poder contar com a presença de alguns de vocês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com amizade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/Su7QQtGnWCI/AAAAAAAABGo/amk1wYNkq-4/s1600-h/convite_luis_ferreira_anadia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399481988667627554" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/Su7QQtGnWCI/AAAAAAAABGo/amk1wYNkq-4/s400/convite_luis_ferreira_anadia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953651374359976624-2969820007751627312?l=marsonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2969820007751627312/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6953651374359976624&amp;postID=2969820007751627312&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/2969820007751627312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/2969820007751627312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/2009/11/momentos-anadia-7-de-novembro.html' title='Momentos - ANADIA 7 de Novembro'/><author><name>Luis F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293156837472292934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10482419636648981255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/Su7QQtGnWCI/AAAAAAAABGo/amk1wYNkq-4/s72-c/convite_luis_ferreira_anadia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953651374359976624.post-7228201603447808277</id><published>2009-10-29T14:21:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-10-29T14:24:59.481Z</updated><title type='text'>Pedaços VII</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Fogos acesos&lt;br /&gt;O pastor que parte,&lt;br /&gt;Um pasto num deserto&lt;br /&gt;A flor que nasce.&lt;br /&gt;Lágrima despida,&lt;br /&gt;Casas sem tecto&lt;br /&gt;Pedaços de pão caídos&lt;br /&gt;Em gritos de silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida falecida&lt;br /&gt;Numa foice que varre,&lt;br /&gt;Alegria extinta&lt;br /&gt;Um rosto cansado.&lt;br /&gt;Caixão de cartão&lt;br /&gt;Morada erguida&lt;br /&gt;Roupas sujas no chão,&lt;br /&gt;Esperanças perdidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SumlbCmaccI/AAAAAAAABGg/2OnrOAUxLN0/s1600-h/3167740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398027512353288642" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SumlbCmaccI/AAAAAAAABGg/2OnrOAUxLN0/s400/3167740.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fotografia - Marta Victorino (tema - ....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953651374359976624-7228201603447808277?l=marsonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/7228201603447808277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6953651374359976624&amp;postID=7228201603447808277&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/7228201603447808277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/7228201603447808277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/2009/10/pedacos-vii.html' title='Pedaços VII'/><author><name>Luis F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293156837472292934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10482419636648981255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SumlbCmaccI/AAAAAAAABGg/2OnrOAUxLN0/s72-c/3167740.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953651374359976624.post-4273549842101863349</id><published>2009-10-26T11:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-26T11:56:49.880Z</updated><title type='text'>Pedaços VI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Rasgo um pedaço de céu&lt;br /&gt;Uma estrela perdida,&lt;br /&gt;A voz do poeta&lt;br /&gt;A pauta despida.&lt;br /&gt;Um eterno adeus,&lt;br /&gt;Barcos ancorados&lt;br /&gt;Uma mulher que chora&lt;br /&gt;Ferida que se abre.&lt;br /&gt;Um olhar vazio&lt;br /&gt;A vela que se apaga,&lt;br /&gt;Uma ponte sem saída&lt;br /&gt;Um dia que parte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SuWOPGQ7UYI/AAAAAAAABGY/wCdgpOwLV08/s1600-h/.....momentos.....jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396876118504198530" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SuWOPGQ7UYI/AAAAAAAABGY/wCdgpOwLV08/s400/.....momentos.....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fotografia - Jorge Nelson alves (tema - ......momentos.......)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953651374359976624-4273549842101863349?l=marsonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4273549842101863349/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6953651374359976624&amp;postID=4273549842101863349&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/4273549842101863349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/4273549842101863349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/2009/10/pedacos-vi.html' title='Pedaços VI'/><author><name>Luis F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293156837472292934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10482419636648981255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SuWOPGQ7UYI/AAAAAAAABGY/wCdgpOwLV08/s72-c/.....momentos.....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953651374359976624.post-8641043616053467769</id><published>2009-10-23T13:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T13:09:43.509+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedaços V</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Corre o rio&lt;br /&gt;A mansidão gere volúpias&lt;br /&gt;Entre as correntes dos íntimos recantos&lt;br /&gt;Dos corpos que se tocam.&lt;br /&gt;Abraço dos amantes&lt;br /&gt;Tudo fica,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo acontece&lt;br /&gt;Magia, encanto,&lt;br /&gt;Deslizam as águas em louco ritmo&lt;br /&gt;A foz ali tão perto.&lt;br /&gt;Gemidos&lt;br /&gt;Quebram o silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Saboreando a carícia&lt;br /&gt;O gesto,&lt;br /&gt;O beijo,&lt;br /&gt;Dois corpos que jazem&lt;br /&gt;Em pedaços de amor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SuGc0qG8HsI/AAAAAAAABGQ/E-ehhuZelYk/s1600-h/fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395766257037090498" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 389px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SuGc0qG8HsI/AAAAAAAABGQ/E-ehhuZelYk/s400/fire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fotografia - Carlos L. (tema - fire!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953651374359976624-8641043616053467769?l=marsonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8641043616053467769/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6953651374359976624&amp;postID=8641043616053467769&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/8641043616053467769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/8641043616053467769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/2009/10/pedacos-v.html' title='Pedaços V'/><author><name>Luis F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293156837472292934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10482419636648981255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SuGc0qG8HsI/AAAAAAAABGQ/E-ehhuZelYk/s72-c/fire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953651374359976624.post-4012676547430517417</id><published>2009-10-20T18:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T18:49:58.222+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedaços IV</title><content type='html'>Desejo,&lt;br /&gt;Ínfimo pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Que me faz vaguear&lt;br /&gt;Em pedaços no puzzle da vida&lt;br /&gt;Numa vida cheia de pedaços.&lt;br /&gt;Voei além do meu sonho&lt;br /&gt;Onde a palavra&lt;br /&gt;Marcou a diferença&lt;br /&gt;Ser e não ser,&lt;br /&gt;Deambulei afinal&lt;br /&gt;No atrevimento de uma escrita&lt;br /&gt;Sem letras para o fazer. &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/St34CfSt7KI/AAAAAAAABGI/syzIFN7sjYM/s1600-h/silencio+obrigatorio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394740650303155362" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/St34CfSt7KI/AAAAAAAABGI/syzIFN7sjYM/s400/silencio+obrigatorio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fotografia - Luis Sarmento (tema - Silêncio Obrigatório...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953651374359976624-4012676547430517417?l=marsonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4012676547430517417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6953651374359976624&amp;postID=4012676547430517417&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/4012676547430517417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/4012676547430517417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/2009/10/pedacos-iv.html' title='Pedaços IV'/><author><name>Luis F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293156837472292934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10482419636648981255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/St34CfSt7KI/AAAAAAAABGI/syzIFN7sjYM/s72-c/silencio+obrigatorio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953651374359976624.post-2483796009984647234</id><published>2009-10-19T13:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T13:19:32.301+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedaços III</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;O corpo despido&lt;br /&gt;Nu,&lt;br /&gt;Incrédulo,&lt;br /&gt;Onde apagaram beatas&lt;br /&gt;Cicatrizes de uma infância&lt;br /&gt;Marcas de um passado.&lt;br /&gt;Malvados,&lt;br /&gt;Assassinos,&lt;br /&gt;Assim coseu-se no silêncio&lt;br /&gt;O sorriso&lt;br /&gt;De uma criança&lt;br /&gt;Que não soube o ser.&lt;br /&gt;Pedaços de nada,&lt;br /&gt;Onde alguém enforcou a inocência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/StxY-ifivFI/AAAAAAAABGA/R-Bwd-yTWZE/s1600-h/National+Guetto+Graphic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394284285117250642" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/StxY-ifivFI/AAAAAAAABGA/R-Bwd-yTWZE/s400/National+Guetto+Graphic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fotografia - Jose Ferreira (tema - National Guetto Graphic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953651374359976624-2483796009984647234?l=marsonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2483796009984647234/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6953651374359976624&amp;postID=2483796009984647234&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/2483796009984647234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/2483796009984647234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/2009/10/pedacos-iii.html' title='Pedaços III'/><author><name>Luis F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293156837472292934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10482419636648981255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/StxY-ifivFI/AAAAAAAABGA/R-Bwd-yTWZE/s72-c/National+Guetto+Graphic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953651374359976624.post-5139868572547809778</id><published>2009-10-16T13:34:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T13:38:09.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedaços II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Principio&lt;br /&gt;Sempre há um começo&lt;br /&gt;Imagens que passam&lt;br /&gt;Como o sopro do vento&lt;br /&gt;Numa seara vazia.&lt;br /&gt;Movimento,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto, sensação que gera vida&lt;br /&gt;Ondula na minha face&lt;br /&gt;Auréola do poeta&lt;br /&gt;Balançando a caneta&lt;br /&gt;Na folha vazia,&lt;br /&gt;Germina um pedaço de poema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SthouQlDqhI/AAAAAAAABF4/aKiq7_mI078/s1600-h/3149026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393175697709836818" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SthouQlDqhI/AAAAAAAABF4/aKiq7_mI078/s400/3149026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fotografia - Marques Tavares Carlos (tema - ...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953651374359976624-5139868572547809778?l=marsonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/5139868572547809778/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6953651374359976624&amp;postID=5139868572547809778&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/5139868572547809778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/5139868572547809778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/2009/10/pedacos-ii.html' title='Pedaços II'/><author><name>Luis F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293156837472292934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10482419636648981255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SthouQlDqhI/AAAAAAAABF4/aKiq7_mI078/s72-c/3149026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953651374359976624.post-2917203990622585363</id><published>2009-10-15T17:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T18:18:27.252+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedaços</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sequência de pedaços de alma...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ao longo dos próximos dias, irei abranger uma nova forma de escrita em diversos "pedaços". Esta sequência será interrompida pela divulgação dos diversos eventos do meu 3º livro - "Momentos...".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Espero que estes pedaços sejam do vosso agrado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obrigado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luis Ferreira&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Pedaço I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No recorte do tempo,&lt;br /&gt;As palavras bailam&lt;br /&gt;Pedaços de nada&lt;br /&gt;Que projectam sentidos.&lt;br /&gt;O corpo dança,&lt;br /&gt;O luar que o abraça&lt;br /&gt;Silhueta encantada&lt;br /&gt;Destemida,&lt;br /&gt;Procurando o sabor&lt;br /&gt;Do beijo.&lt;br /&gt;Mordo a maçã&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o sumo salivar em meus lábios&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro pecado&lt;br /&gt;Fruto amaldiçoado&lt;br /&gt;Origem do amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/StdTCI7dAlI/AAAAAAAABFw/h-MX5vzzLxc/s1600-h/love+is....jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392870375021150802" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/StdTCI7dAlI/AAAAAAAABFw/h-MX5vzzLxc/s400/love+is....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fotografia - Cláudia (tema - Love is...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953651374359976624-2917203990622585363?l=marsonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2917203990622585363/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6953651374359976624&amp;postID=2917203990622585363&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/2917203990622585363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/2917203990622585363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/2009/10/pedacos.html' title='Pedaços'/><author><name>Luis F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293156837472292934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10482419636648981255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/StdTCI7dAlI/AAAAAAAABFw/h-MX5vzzLxc/s72-c/love+is....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953651374359976624.post-5186353106690252548</id><published>2009-10-13T17:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T17:14:00.332+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anjo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Alguém acordou&lt;br /&gt;Quem era? Perguntou uma voz&lt;br /&gt;Não interessa por agora&lt;br /&gt;Apenas digo… era alguém nesta história,&lt;br /&gt;Escrita nos cardeais do tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Vestia um manto azul&lt;br /&gt;Um mar que rasgava o dorso da costa,&lt;br /&gt;Pintado com linhas profundas,&lt;br /&gt;Desenhadas por mestria de alto a baixo&lt;br /&gt;Aqui e ali manchas coloridas&lt;br /&gt;Onde se formavam pequenas ilhas&lt;br /&gt;Esvoaçando nelas aves migratórias.&lt;br /&gt;O vento deslocava aquele ardor…&lt;br /&gt;A fragrância perdida de uma adega esquecida&lt;br /&gt;Onde os barris jazem entre o pó do chão&lt;br /&gt;Velhos, perdidos, seu conteúdo de rico sabor&lt;br /&gt;Licor dos deuses que estimula os sentidos.&lt;br /&gt;Os seus olhos brilham como estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Iluminando assim o rosto já de si escuro como a noite&lt;br /&gt;De profundo sorriso, cativante, território sereno&lt;br /&gt;Ascendendo por vezes melodias de silêncio&lt;br /&gt;No doce cantar da sua voz.&lt;br /&gt;Fui ao seu encontro,&lt;br /&gt;Uma personagem cativante&lt;br /&gt;Alegrava quem via, o aroma de baunilha&lt;br /&gt;Arco-íris maravilha&lt;br /&gt;Que as pegadas deixavam&lt;br /&gt;No seu rasto na areia.&lt;br /&gt;Marcado pelos seus braços fortes,&lt;br /&gt;Um caminho seguro, sólido como um rochedo&lt;br /&gt;Que acendem no abraço fogueiras de mescla de sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Germinando raízes de arvores verdejantes&lt;br /&gt;Com rubis verdes, de uma verde esperança&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes esquecida nas memórias dos segredos.&lt;br /&gt;Do silvo dos seus lábios,&lt;br /&gt;O sopro que fez ondular pequenas ondas em rios,&lt;br /&gt;Onde navegaram barcos perdidos&lt;br /&gt;De velas destemidas&lt;br /&gt;Tantas e tantas vezes, ancorados ao cais.&lt;br /&gt;Esse alguém passou por mim,&lt;br /&gt;Acenou-me e seguiu o seu percurso&lt;br /&gt;Sem olhar para trás…&lt;br /&gt;Quem era? Perguntaram outras vozes&lt;br /&gt;Não interessa… disse eu&lt;br /&gt;Aliás digo, apenas é uma pessoa, ponto.&lt;br /&gt;Sorri e pensei&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto declamava esta história&lt;br /&gt;Alguém na realidade é&lt;br /&gt;Que transforma os teus, os meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Outros talvez dirão – um ANJO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/StSnEt61jhI/AAAAAAAABFo/f72n8iOW6Ts/s1600-h/Kiss+of+life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392118353357016594" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/StSnEt61jhI/AAAAAAAABFo/f72n8iOW6Ts/s400/Kiss+of+life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fotografia - Paulo Franco (tema - Kiss of Life)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953651374359976624-5186353106690252548?l=marsonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/5186353106690252548/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6953651374359976624&amp;postID=5186353106690252548&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/5186353106690252548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/5186353106690252548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/2009/10/anjo.html' title='Anjo'/><author><name>Luis F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293156837472292934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10482419636648981255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/StSnEt61jhI/AAAAAAAABFo/f72n8iOW6Ts/s72-c/Kiss+of+life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953651374359976624.post-5153045378447425593</id><published>2009-10-08T14:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T14:19:43.049+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentos - 3 apresentações</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Caros amigos e leitores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O meu 3º livro - "Momentos..." vai ter 3 novas apresentações, circulando assim por 3 locais em Portugal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O primeiro é já dia 31 em Lisboa, o 2º na Anadia dia 7 de Novembro, o 3º no Porto no dia 21 de Novembro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou dando noticias acerca destas apresentações.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Junto o convite e as informações para dia 31&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luis Ferreira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/Ss3mumIyi_I/AAAAAAAABFg/XR4WUt1N2NI/s1600-h/convite_luis_ferreira_lx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390218017218137074" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/Ss3mumIyi_I/AAAAAAAABFg/XR4WUt1N2NI/s400/convite_luis_ferreira_lx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953651374359976624-5153045378447425593?l=marsonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/5153045378447425593/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6953651374359976624&amp;postID=5153045378447425593&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/5153045378447425593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953651374359976624/posts/default/5153045378447425593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsonhos.blogspot.com/2009/10/momentos-3-apresentacoes.html' title='Momentos - 3 apresentações'/><author><name>Luis F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293156837472292934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10482419636648981255'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/Ss3mumIyi_I/AAAAAAAABFg/XR4WUt1N2NI/s72-c/convite_luis_ferreira_lx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>18</thr:total></entry></feed>