<?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-7155188156684543737</id><updated>2012-02-08T14:26:12.675Z</updated><title type='text'>NÓS e a Poesia de Amor</title><subtitle type='html'>*Nanda Costa e José Manuel Brazão*</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>291</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-1349982631016167213</id><published>2012-02-08T14:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-08T14:26:12.680Z</updated><title type='text'>Aprendiz da Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.melyda.mex.tl/imagesnew/4/8/0/0/9/mar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" src="http://www.melyda.mex.tl/imagesnew/4/8/0/0/9/mar.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Amanheci com o Sol invadindo meu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;e aconchegando meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;sempre caloroso e pronto para a Vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vida que vivi e ansioso por um amanhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;de aprendizado e evolução&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;que ajude o Homem sedento do Bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;e se reflicta nas minhas palavras em Poesia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Serei assim nesta Vida e para além do azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;que espero serenamente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-1349982631016167213?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1349982631016167213/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/02/aprendiz-da-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/1349982631016167213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/1349982631016167213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/02/aprendiz-da-vida.html' title='Aprendiz da Vida'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-5426891738015462476</id><published>2012-02-06T13:04:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-02-06T18:25:59.008Z</updated><title type='text'>Honra de ser Poeta e Português!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nesta altura da Vida muito se passou na minha vida de Homem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Na Poesia vivo repleto de acontecimentos, que enriquecem minha Alma e todos sorrindo para mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O acontecimento mais recente foi ter sido distinguido como Membro Honorário do site literário “ Casa da Poesia “ fundado e sediado em São Paulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pelas informações que me chegaram na vida contemporânea sou o único Poeta Português com tal distinção no panorama cultural Luso-Brasileiro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Que mais posso pedir à Vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nada. Apenas prosseguir na minha carreira de Escritor com a honestidade, frontalidade, dedicação e Amor que dou a tudo aquilo, que me proponho realizar. Assim habituei os meus distintos Colegas Poetas e os meus queridos e fieis Leitores!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Toda a minha Poesia foi criada com simplicidade, verdade e sobretudo muito amor que sai do meu coração e escorre pelas mãos para as palavras!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F-dvJbp6MVY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F-dvJbp6MVY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8JSvczHfWt0/TBaMkpLS9eI/AAAAAAAAAdk/HW-vAJy9ISs/s1600/rosa+branca.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8JSvczHfWt0/TBaMkpLS9eI/AAAAAAAAAdk/HW-vAJy9ISs/s200/rosa+branca.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-5426891738015462476?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5426891738015462476/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/02/honra-de-ser-poeta-e-portugues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/5426891738015462476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/5426891738015462476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/02/honra-de-ser-poeta-e-portugues.html' title='Honra de ser Poeta e Português!'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tai9VOknJzg/Tuk4a08vO4I/AAAAAAAAWKk/rkobauxTVaU/s72-c/DiplomaMHJManuel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-4890388264080012406</id><published>2012-01-15T21:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-15T21:51:00.378Z</updated><title type='text'>Laços de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/StZyZR0_q_I/AAAAAAAAG9o/E5c6v-CjxPU/s400/La%C3%A7os+de+Amor.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/StZyZR0_q_I/AAAAAAAAG9o/E5c6v-CjxPU/s320/La%C3%A7os+de+Amor.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zWfXpFkX2-k/TW5M9SqKBiI/AAAAAAAASJw/DwJn-owYp7E/s400/minirosa.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zWfXpFkX2-k/TW5M9SqKBiI/AAAAAAAASJw/DwJn-owYp7E/s400/minirosa.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Um&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;amor sem hesitação&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;que nasceu no&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Lago da Paixão&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;com a&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Lua a contemplar&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amor crescente&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;em que&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;acreditamos&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;e&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;seguimos sempre juntos&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lindo sonho&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sonho real&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;amanheceu dentro de mim&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amor por ti&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;amor da minha vida&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;em que&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;a Lua apenas te sorri&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;mas&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;o amor não será vadio&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Acreditas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e já tens&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;saudades do futuro&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;com&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;o teu sorriso&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;para&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;o poeta e as rosas&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;dizes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;eu sou tua e tu és meu&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um poema baseado em títulos de poemas de Nanda Costa e meus!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-4890388264080012406?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4890388264080012406/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/lacos-de-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/4890388264080012406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/4890388264080012406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/lacos-de-amor.html' title='Laços de amor'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/StZyZR0_q_I/AAAAAAAAG9o/E5c6v-CjxPU/s72-c/La%C3%A7os+de+Amor.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-4758240251128528951</id><published>2011-12-20T12:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-20T12:29:07.612Z</updated><title type='text'>A Poeta eterniza-se!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bmFB7-orYik/TvB6woMpeBI/AAAAAAAAWNk/VATJYj0CwXo/s1600/A+Poeta+eterniza-se.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bmFB7-orYik/TvB6woMpeBI/AAAAAAAAWNk/VATJYj0CwXo/s320/A+Poeta+eterniza-se.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Num teu poema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;que li e reli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;senti a presença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;dum grande talento!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cruzámo-nos na Vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;e daí partimos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;de mãos dadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;por ela e pela Poesia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Grande talento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;tem as suas obrigações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;diante dos seus leitores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;que esperam as suas palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;vestidas de amores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;e alegrarem os seus corações!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A Poeta não pára,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;nunca desiste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;nem acaba,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;a Poeta eterniza-se!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dedico às Poetas que conheci na minha Vida!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mundoencantado.info/natal/flores_de_natal_9.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="171" src="http://mundoencantado.info/natal/flores_de_natal_9.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LyQ0ISLJh_U&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LyQ0ISLJh_U&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-4758240251128528951?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4758240251128528951/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/poeta-eterniza-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/4758240251128528951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/4758240251128528951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/poeta-eterniza-se.html' title='A Poeta eterniza-se!'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bmFB7-orYik/TvB6woMpeBI/AAAAAAAAWNk/VATJYj0CwXo/s72-c/A+Poeta+eterniza-se.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-2903006494996341678</id><published>2011-12-12T19:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-12T19:32:40.361Z</updated><title type='text'>Um amor além da Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bVzwdrDyFJo/TonsPvoXbGI/AAAAAAAAVfg/zgNMm4xu4hA/s400/Sonh%25C3%25A1mos+com+este+momento.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bVzwdrDyFJo/TonsPvoXbGI/AAAAAAAAVfg/zgNMm4xu4hA/s320/Sonh%25C3%25A1mos+com+este+momento.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Um homem&lt;br /&gt;Uma mulher&lt;br /&gt;Unidos por um mesmo querer&lt;br /&gt;Por uma mesma vontade&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de amar intensamente&lt;br /&gt;Amar de verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duas vidas distintas&lt;br /&gt;Dois caminhos diferentes&lt;br /&gt;Que unidos foram pelo destino&lt;br /&gt;Que se apaixonaram loucamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amor incomum&lt;br /&gt;Que vence qualquer distância&lt;br /&gt;Amor de alma&lt;br /&gt;Amor distante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor grande&lt;br /&gt;Gigante&lt;br /&gt;Que cresce a cada instante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambos desejam amar&lt;br /&gt;Se entregar completamente&lt;br /&gt;Matar a vontade&lt;br /&gt;Tirar do peito a agonia&lt;br /&gt;Arrancar do peito a saudade&lt;br /&gt;Saudades que sentem&lt;br /&gt;Saudade sofrida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um homem&lt;br /&gt;Uma mulher&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo&lt;br /&gt;Um amor além da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nanda Costa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[...]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Amo-te&lt;br /&gt;como nunca amei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa&lt;br /&gt;e no meu silêncio&lt;br /&gt;amo a tua voz,&lt;br /&gt;o teu pensamento,&lt;br /&gt;o teu querer,&lt;br /&gt;a tua paixão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos&lt;br /&gt;este amor ardente,&lt;br /&gt;com admiração&lt;br /&gt;um pelo outro,&lt;br /&gt;com o desejo&lt;br /&gt;de que o tempo pare&lt;br /&gt;para nós saborearmos&lt;br /&gt;este amor doce,&lt;br /&gt;generoso&lt;br /&gt;e carinhoso;&lt;br /&gt;este amor único!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguiremos&lt;br /&gt;nossos caminhos,&lt;br /&gt;sempre unidos,&lt;br /&gt;queridos,&lt;br /&gt;como amantes&lt;br /&gt;de uma só vida,&lt;br /&gt;que nos uniu,&lt;br /&gt;sorriu&lt;br /&gt;e nos levará&lt;br /&gt;até sempre,&lt;br /&gt;ao pensamento&lt;br /&gt;do meu e teu poema,&lt;br /&gt;da nossa Vida&lt;br /&gt;hoje aqui...&lt;br /&gt;... amanhã&lt;br /&gt;no além...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-2903006494996341678?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2903006494996341678/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/um-amor-alem-da-vida.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/2903006494996341678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/2903006494996341678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/um-amor-alem-da-vida.html' title='Um amor além da Vida'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bVzwdrDyFJo/TonsPvoXbGI/AAAAAAAAVfg/zgNMm4xu4hA/s72-c/Sonh%25C3%25A1mos+com+este+momento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-4488184373793446231</id><published>2011-10-24T13:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T13:17:09.607+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nas mãos do Poeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EDyrzwdVjK8/TqMce3ln-QI/AAAAAAAAVo0/tj2WqorM-Is/s320/Nas+m%25C3%25A3os+do+Poeta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EDyrzwdVjK8/TqMce3ln-QI/AAAAAAAAVo0/tj2WqorM-Is/s320/Nas+m%25C3%25A3os+do+Poeta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nas mãos do poeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;existe a voz do coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mãos com vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;que choram, riem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;levam amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;ao coração da Mulher,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;com versos floridos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;de rosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;amarelas, vermelhas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;são rosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;do jardim do encanto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;junto do lago da paixão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E nesta missão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;sua alma se eleva,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;outras acalma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;por ser mensageiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;de amor nos versos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;do seu coração poeta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-4488184373793446231?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4488184373793446231/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/10/nas-maos-do-poeta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/4488184373793446231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/4488184373793446231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/10/nas-maos-do-poeta.html' title='Nas mãos do Poeta'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EDyrzwdVjK8/TqMce3ln-QI/AAAAAAAAVo0/tj2WqorM-Is/s72-c/Nas+m%25C3%25A3os+do+Poeta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-8236667667343341857</id><published>2011-08-12T16:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T16:39:10.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TAjgo_9pilI/AAAAAAAANtE/3xVmiiuCQ_E/s400/Borboleta+na+minha+vida.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TAjgo_9pilI/AAAAAAAANtE/3xVmiiuCQ_E/s320/Borboleta+na+minha+vida.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;Que carrega nas asas&lt;br /&gt;seus dias&lt;br /&gt;suas noites&lt;br /&gt;seus amores&lt;br /&gt;suas dores&lt;br /&gt;suas sombras&lt;br /&gt;seu mundo&lt;br /&gt;seus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;seus medos&lt;br /&gt;seus anseios..desejos.&lt;br /&gt;Borboleta que chora&lt;br /&gt;por achar o fardo pesado demais&lt;br /&gt;mas sempre acreditando no que dizem&lt;br /&gt;que nos é dado aquilo que pudemos suportar.&lt;br /&gt;Me sinto assim&lt;br /&gt;Uma pequena e frágil borboleta&lt;br /&gt;diante de tudo que carrego&lt;br /&gt;e suporto&lt;br /&gt;calada&lt;br /&gt;sozinha&lt;br /&gt;assustada.&lt;br /&gt;Mas mesmo assim insisto voar&lt;br /&gt;tentando sempre levar adiante meu destino.&lt;br /&gt;vou com elas.&lt;br /&gt;Duas.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre duas&lt;br /&gt;Sempre companheiras&lt;br /&gt;Asas..&lt;br /&gt;Não são elas os maiores convites a voar?&lt;br /&gt;A pensar? A sonhar?&lt;br /&gt;Se elas me foram dadas&lt;br /&gt;é um desperdício não voar e arriscar.&lt;br /&gt;Sou assim uma criatura alada das alturas&lt;br /&gt;uma doce criatura liberada.&lt;br /&gt;que se permite todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;mergulhar no precipício da imaginação&lt;br /&gt;sempre acreditando&lt;br /&gt;que por ser o que sou&lt;br /&gt;alcançarei os mais altos céus&lt;br /&gt;ouvindo sempre&lt;br /&gt;a doce voz que tem meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nanda Costa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[...]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há muito&lt;br /&gt;que voas por mim,&lt;br /&gt;em mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voas, voas,&lt;br /&gt;sem descanso,&lt;br /&gt;vais&lt;br /&gt;para onde vou;&lt;br /&gt;na manhã de cada dia,&lt;br /&gt;páras junto a mim&lt;br /&gt;e no teu frenesim,&lt;br /&gt;acordas-me,&lt;br /&gt;mostras-me o Sol,&lt;br /&gt;que nos ilumina&lt;br /&gt;e começas&lt;br /&gt;os teus movimentos&lt;br /&gt;de carinho,&lt;br /&gt;preocupação&lt;br /&gt;e dedicação por mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso,&lt;br /&gt;penso muito,&lt;br /&gt;donde veio ela&lt;br /&gt;e porque se dedicou a mim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma borboleta assim,&lt;br /&gt;terá amor?&lt;br /&gt;Amor por um homem&lt;br /&gt;que lhe dá atenção,&lt;br /&gt;dá o coração&lt;br /&gt;para quem o acarinha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chamo-lhe Butterfly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou por aí,&lt;br /&gt;pelas ruas da cidade&lt;br /&gt;com ela no meu ombro,&lt;br /&gt;todos nos olham,&lt;br /&gt;de espanto,&lt;br /&gt;de admiração&lt;br /&gt;sorrindo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como uma borboleta&lt;br /&gt;com tanta liberdade,&lt;br /&gt;se priva dela,&lt;br /&gt;para não me abandonar&lt;br /&gt;e viver comigo,&lt;br /&gt;para todo o sempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Este mexeu bastante comigo, tanto pelas palavras de dois que admiro, quer pela música que invade e abana.&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns aos dois por este soberbo momento.&lt;br /&gt;bj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eduarda&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-8236667667343341857?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8236667667343341857/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/08/butterfly.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/8236667667343341857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/8236667667343341857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/08/butterfly.html' title='Butterfly'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TAjgo_9pilI/AAAAAAAANtE/3xVmiiuCQ_E/s72-c/Borboleta+na+minha+vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-6126627110621724555</id><published>2011-08-07T13:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T13:22:57.331+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Recordando a parceria: NANDA e ZÉ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TSJckfJl0yI/AAAAAAAARHI/B2UDIN7vh8I/s400/Que+Vida+++Fez-se+Luz.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TSJckfJl0yI/AAAAAAAARHI/B2UDIN7vh8I/s400/Que+Vida+++Fez-se+Luz.png" width="307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Que vida...? ... e fez-se Luz!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vida que vivi&lt;br /&gt;e não desejava!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida&lt;br /&gt;no tempo disfarçando,&lt;br /&gt;como se tudo estivesse bem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No silêncio&lt;br /&gt;vivendo a verdade,&lt;br /&gt;amarga,&lt;br /&gt;muito amarga,&lt;br /&gt;mas resignando&lt;br /&gt;às desventuras,&lt;br /&gt;pensando no sofrimento,&lt;br /&gt;muito sofrimento,&lt;br /&gt;de outros…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cansado, penso que o caminho&lt;br /&gt;se desviou de mim&lt;br /&gt;e não tenho a quem perguntar:&lt;br /&gt;para onde vou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei&lt;br /&gt;quantas pedras desviei,&lt;br /&gt;sei&lt;br /&gt;quantas lutas travei,&lt;br /&gt;mas não sei,&lt;br /&gt;porque o amor se esconde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem vergonha de mim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso que não!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terei dado&lt;br /&gt;a quem não merecia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez!&lt;br /&gt;Mas não me arrependo,&lt;br /&gt;porque o amor dá-se&lt;br /&gt;e não se retira!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor reacendeu&lt;br /&gt;no meu coração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apareceste como um Anjo&lt;br /&gt;que procurava!&lt;br /&gt;Fez-se Luz…&lt;br /&gt;Minha Vida te sorri…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tudo nasceu em 12 de Março de 2009 entre Vitoria (ES-Brasil) e Lisboa (Portugal)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com este poema conheci a minha mais antiga parceira na poesia de amor NANDA COSTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um poema que marca no tempo duas Vidas para sempre!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Você é um amigo que quero que seja mais chegado que um irmão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Um amigo mais que especial pra mim.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nanda Costa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k9AwYoDtLis/TIVPmhLvRDI/AAAAAAAAAm0/W4tCJtifT-c/s1600/barrinha+neartescroche.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="51" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k9AwYoDtLis/TIVPmhLvRDI/AAAAAAAAAm0/W4tCJtifT-c/s320/barrinha+neartescroche.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As palavras que escrevemos!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quantas palavras foram ditas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Muitas frases de amor foram escritas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Inúmeros anseios em uma simples folha de papel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Belas palavras,que me levaram por muitas vezes a visitar o céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Um poeta e uma poetiza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Deixando registrado no tempo,todo amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Toda saudade,toda dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Poemas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Poesias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pensamentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sentimentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Lindas palavras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Jogadas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Atiradas ao vento....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nanda Costa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[....]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Foram tantos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;e tantos poemas,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;poemas de amor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;que te fiz!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tu e eu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;nascemos para a Poesia,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;para encantar os outros,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;alimentando as suas almas!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quantas vezes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sofríamos nas nossas Vidas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;e a inspiração,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;superava tudo isso!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Os poemas que te fiz,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sentidos pela voz do coração,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;derramaram amor,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;muito amor,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;que te comoveram&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;e davam forças&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;para sair de ti&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um outro poema,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;suave,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;expressivo,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;emocionante,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;iluminando&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;quem o lesse!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dos poemas que te fiz,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ficam os sentimentos,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;nas palavras&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;que o Poeta não renega&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;e guarda em seu coração!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k9AwYoDtLis/TIVPmhLvRDI/AAAAAAAAAm0/W4tCJtifT-c/s1600/barrinha+neartescroche.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="51" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k9AwYoDtLis/TIVPmhLvRDI/AAAAAAAAAm0/W4tCJtifT-c/s320/barrinha+neartescroche.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-6126627110621724555?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6126627110621724555/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/08/recordando-parceria-nanda-e-ze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/6126627110621724555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/6126627110621724555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/08/recordando-parceria-nanda-e-ze.html' title='Recordando a parceria: NANDA e ZÉ'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TSJckfJl0yI/AAAAAAAARHI/B2UDIN7vh8I/s72-c/Que+Vida+++Fez-se+Luz.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-5182276404449791692</id><published>2011-07-25T21:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T21:20:36.395+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/SqqhpEEw54I/AAAAAAAAGFs/ybOC2n-F95Y/s320/Amar+voc%C3%AA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/SqqhpEEw54I/AAAAAAAAGFs/ybOC2n-F95Y/s320/Amar+voc%C3%AA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sinto-me como se estivesse a sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Quando me vejo na luz do teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Ao teu lado desejo sempre estar&lt;br /&gt;O teu sorriso me fascina&lt;br /&gt;tornando-me assim refém dos lábios teus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando a noite fria chega&lt;br /&gt;O teu amor aquece o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Desvendando no breu de uma noite triste e escura&lt;br /&gt;Uma linda e iluminada constelação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu és a luz que faltava em minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Minha paz&lt;br /&gt;Minha dádiva&lt;br /&gt;Eterna alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar-te é assim&lt;br /&gt;Estar sempre juntos&lt;br /&gt;De mãos dadas&lt;br /&gt;Parceiros no mundo&lt;br /&gt;Se querer todo segundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar você é assim&lt;br /&gt;A melhor coisa do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nanda Costa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[....]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensar em ti&lt;br /&gt;é voar por aí.&lt;br /&gt;Libertar a tristeza&lt;br /&gt;conquistar a alegria,&lt;br /&gt;não me sentir só!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensar em ti&lt;br /&gt;é sonhar&lt;br /&gt;com a mulher cautelosa,&lt;br /&gt;sensível, gentil,&lt;br /&gt;generosa,&lt;br /&gt;muito subtil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensar em ti,&lt;br /&gt;é amar&lt;br /&gt;a mulher generosa,&lt;br /&gt;por um amor crescente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-5182276404449791692?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5182276404449791692/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/07/amar-voce.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/5182276404449791692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/5182276404449791692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="color: #660000; line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TTXXXVem6dI/AAAAAAAARSo/CX6gWI9Rv5o/s1600/Marcas%2Bda%2Bpaix%25C3%25A3o.jpg" style="color: #940f04; font-family: 'Josefin Slab'; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563589710588602834" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TTXXXVem6dI/AAAAAAAARSo/CX6gWI9Rv5o/s400/Marcas%2Bda%2Bpaix%25C3%25A3o.jpg" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(204, 0, 0); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(204, 0, 0); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(204, 0, 0); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 332px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center; width: 392px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Inevitável é&lt;br /&gt;ter no corpo as marcas&lt;br /&gt;de uma intensa paixão&lt;br /&gt;marcas profundas&lt;br /&gt;seladas no coração&lt;br /&gt;como não senti-las na alma?&lt;br /&gt;profundas,amargas&lt;br /&gt;que queimam no peito&lt;br /&gt;trazendo descontentamento&lt;br /&gt;mas ao mesmo tempo&lt;br /&gt;felicidade em tê-la tão doída por dentro&lt;br /&gt;paixão tatuada em mim&lt;br /&gt;por um anjo lindo&lt;br /&gt;querubim&lt;br /&gt;que marcou com teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;meus dias e noites sem fim&lt;br /&gt;marcando meu futuro&lt;br /&gt;roubando meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;me tirando o chão&lt;br /&gt;marcas no corpo e na alma&lt;br /&gt;na mente e coração&lt;br /&gt;marcas&lt;br /&gt;de uma linda&lt;br /&gt;e mágica paixão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nanda Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[....]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu mulher de paixão&lt;br /&gt;eu suando amor,&lt;br /&gt;deu um grande amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos este amor&lt;br /&gt;em nossos silêncios,&lt;br /&gt;com sofrimentos,&lt;br /&gt;com lutas interiores,&lt;br /&gt;mas com corações&lt;br /&gt;entregues a este amor,&lt;br /&gt;arrebatador,&lt;br /&gt;lindo e profundo&lt;br /&gt;que nasceu&lt;br /&gt;de uma linda&lt;br /&gt;e mágica paixão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lws_0"&gt;&lt;div class="linkwithin_outer" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="linkwithin_inner" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 358px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TTXXXVem6dI/AAAAAAAARSo/CX6gWI9Rv5o/s72-c/Marcas%2Bda%2Bpaix%25C3%25A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-1554939399548895831</id><published>2011-06-05T16:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T16:20:15.807+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem é você?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rOVVEqZxsjI/TeuenpxDe5I/AAAAAAAAT-U/YlvQUVmyTVw/s1600/Quem+%25C3%25A9+voc%25C3%25AA++-++dupla.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rOVVEqZxsjI/TeuenpxDe5I/AAAAAAAAT-U/YlvQUVmyTVw/s320/Quem+%25C3%25A9+voc%25C3%25AA++-++dupla.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #800040; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #800040; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Quem é você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #800040; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #800040; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Que tira meu sono sem saber, que me atiça..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #800040; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #800040; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Me assanha, me devora..é por você que minha alma chama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #800040; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #800040; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Quem é você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #800040; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #800040; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Que nunca vi o rosto, mais a minha boca juro..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #800040; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #800040; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Sente seu gosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #800040; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #800040; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Quem é você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #800040; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #800040; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Revele-se a mim..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #800040; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #800040; line-height: 20px;"&gt;És um anjo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #800040; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #800040; line-height: 20px;"&gt;És um homem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #800040; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #800040; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Ou és a vida que vive em mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #800040; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #800040; line-height: 20px;"&gt;QUEM É VOCÊ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #800040; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #800040; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #800040; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nanda Costa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #800040; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #800040; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #800040; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[....]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #800040; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #800040; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sou&lt;br /&gt;o que a vida me permitiu,&lt;br /&gt;sou&lt;br /&gt;o que na vida me sorriu,&lt;br /&gt;me entristeceu,&lt;br /&gt;me enlutou…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou&lt;br /&gt;um amigo da paz,&lt;br /&gt;da tolerância&lt;br /&gt;e do Amor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou&lt;br /&gt;um amigo fiel,&lt;br /&gt;sempre ao lado&lt;br /&gt;dos fracos,&lt;br /&gt;dos aflitos,&lt;br /&gt;dos carentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou&lt;br /&gt;um homem&lt;br /&gt;que defende&lt;br /&gt;a dignidade,&lt;br /&gt;a honra&lt;br /&gt;e a verdade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou&lt;br /&gt;o que outros pensarem,&lt;br /&gt;mas, sou quem sou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;osé Manuel Brazão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-1554939399548895831?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1554939399548895831/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/06/quem-e-voce.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-4164947264007310399</id><published>2011-06-05T16:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T16:08:02.507+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-abcw--RkvvU/TeubVZOTrVI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/ZHC40f_gLDQ/s1600/QUANDO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-abcw--RkvvU/TeubVZOTrVI/AAAAAAAAT-Q/ZHC40f_gLDQ/s320/QUANDO.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;Quando eu não mais existir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;Procure-me nas flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;Eu serei o doce perfume que delas emana suave aroma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;Quando eu não mais existir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;Procure-me na chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;Eu serei a água&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;Que molha seu corpo para te refrescar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;Quando eu não mais existir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;Procure-me em você mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;Eu serei a doce lembrança de um lindo e verdadeiro amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;Quando eu não mais existir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;Procure-me na lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;Eu serei aquela que te ilumina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;e fascina em noites de solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;Quando eu não mais existir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;Procure-me nas ondas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;Eu serei aquela que vem bater na areia para dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;Sempre estarei contigo porque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;Ainda Te Amo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;Nanda Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[....]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" 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0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 28px;"&gt;Me escondo em teu peito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;Nas tuas suaves mãos, tenho proteção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;Nos teus olhos vejo nossos desejos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;Nos teus doces lábios minha imensidão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;No teu sorriso.. Meu porto seguro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;No teu corpo..Minha tentação,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;Nas nossas palavras encontro abrigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;Contra todo e qualquer perigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;És o meu escape,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;Meu presente destino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;Luz na escuridão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;Nos teus braços amor..Meu refúgio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;No teu colo...Infinita paixão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nanda Costa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-382895678926953000?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/382895678926953000/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/04/refugio.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/382895678926953000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/382895678926953000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/04/refugio.html' title='Refúgio'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lqUeo8HJIA8/TbdKZsGK7lI/AAAAAAAATT0/CgcYzOm-6qY/s72-c/Ref%25C3%25BAgio.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-4717281802663379885</id><published>2011-04-21T00:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T00:46:06.224+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As palavras que escrevemos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ai-UoGErk2E/Ta9v_N5Q27I/AAAAAAAATHk/pUP5NUizCPo/s1600/As+palavras+que+te+deixo%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ai-UoGErk2E/Ta9v_N5Q27I/AAAAAAAATHk/pUP5NUizCPo/s320/As+palavras+que+te+deixo%2521.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quantas palavras foram ditas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Muitas frases de amor foram escritas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Inúmeros anseios em uma simples folha de papel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Belas palavras,que me levaram por muitas vezes a visitar o céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Um poeta e uma poetiza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Deixando registrado no tempo,todo amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Toda saudade,toda dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Poemas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Poesias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pensamentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sentimentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Lindas palavras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Jogadas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Atiradas ao vento....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nanda Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;[....]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Foram tantos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;e tantos poemas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;poemas de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;que te fiz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tu e eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;nascemos para a Poesia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;para encantar os outros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;alimentando as suas almas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quantas vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;sofríamos nas nossas Vidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;e a inspiração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;superava tudo isso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Os poemas que te fiz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;sentidos pela voz do coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;derramaram amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;muito amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;que te comoveram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;e davam forças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;para sair de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Um outro poema,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;suave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;expressivo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;emocionante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;iluminando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;quem o lesse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dos poemas que te fiz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;ficam os sentimentos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;nas palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;que o Poeta não renega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;e guarda em seu coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-4717281802663379885?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4717281802663379885/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/04/as-palavras-que-escrevemos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/4717281802663379885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/4717281802663379885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/04/as-palavras-que-escrevemos.html' title='As palavras que escrevemos!'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ai-UoGErk2E/Ta9v_N5Q27I/AAAAAAAATHk/pUP5NUizCPo/s72-c/As+palavras+que+te+deixo%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-8515383526323859585</id><published>2011-04-15T16:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T16:53:40.027+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinto saudades do futuro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SKy5VamPYLM/TahklpW0nkI/AAAAAAAATAQ/MWkLEfSg1Nk/s1600/Sinto%2Bsaudades%2Bdo%2Bfuturo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SKy5VamPYLM/TahklpW0nkI/AAAAAAAATAQ/MWkLEfSg1Nk/s400/Sinto%2Bsaudades%2Bdo%2Bfuturo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595833134927355458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;Saudades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;palavra tão intensa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;que viveu sempre comigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;quer por um amigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;quer pela família imensa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Saudades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;da vida que escolhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;e nem sempre vivi ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;Saudades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;da vida com alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;que vivia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Saudades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;do amor ao próximo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;da tolerância,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;da humildade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;do perdão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;Batendo o meu coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;como um homem de Fé,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;sinto saudades da Esperança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;sinto saudades do Futuro ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-8515383526323859585?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8515383526323859585/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/04/sinto-saudades-do-futuro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/8515383526323859585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/8515383526323859585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/04/sinto-saudades-do-futuro.html' title='Sinto saudades do futuro!'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SKy5VamPYLM/TahklpW0nkI/AAAAAAAATAQ/MWkLEfSg1Nk/s72-c/Sinto%2Bsaudades%2Bdo%2Bfuturo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-6117922981618636322</id><published>2011-03-28T17:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T17:44:30.724+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A tua gratidão!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aU9aUrxdg0M/TY_TXuCVRFI/AAAAAAAASnw/TjgRrYA6L6Q/s1600/A%2Btua%2Bgratid%25C3%25A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aU9aUrxdg0M/TY_TXuCVRFI/AAAAAAAASnw/TjgRrYA6L6Q/s400/A%2Btua%2Bgratid%25C3%25A3o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588918067038340178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como existe em ti&lt;br /&gt;o belo sentimento &lt;br /&gt;da gratidão,&lt;br /&gt;a tua gratidão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei-te&lt;br /&gt;nas cinzas da vida,&lt;br /&gt;desfeita,&lt;br /&gt;ultrajada,&lt;br /&gt;consumida,&lt;br /&gt;desorientada,&lt;br /&gt;sem um rumo&lt;br /&gt;para o teu caminho de vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viveste&lt;br /&gt;muitos sofrimentos,&lt;br /&gt;silêncios, angústias,&lt;br /&gt;tristezas, &lt;br /&gt;incertezas,&lt;br /&gt;dores de Alma,&lt;br /&gt;Quase destruída!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajudei-te &lt;br /&gt;com as minhas forças,&lt;br /&gt;retirei-te das cinzas,&lt;br /&gt;sarei feridas,&lt;br /&gt;retirei medos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renasceu&lt;br /&gt;em ti, outra mulher,&lt;br /&gt;que sentiu Luz,&lt;br /&gt;não mais se sentiu só!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendeste&lt;br /&gt;o rumo para caminhar,&lt;br /&gt;passaste a acreditar,&lt;br /&gt;em ti e na vida,&lt;br /&gt;e que um dia&lt;br /&gt;a Luz voltaria, para ficar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enriqueceste&lt;br /&gt;a generosidade,&lt;br /&gt;a bondade,&lt;br /&gt;o carinho e o perdão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu e Eu&lt;br /&gt;sempre unidos,&lt;br /&gt;ganhámos afeição,&lt;br /&gt;amor,&lt;br /&gt;muito amor,&lt;br /&gt;que ambos carecíamos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amor sem limites,&lt;br /&gt;sem nada pedirmos&lt;br /&gt;e tudo darmos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amor lindo,&lt;br /&gt;que só nós entendemos&lt;br /&gt;e Deus…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sabemos o Destino,&lt;br /&gt;mas ajudámo-nos muito:&lt;br /&gt;um completa o outro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não esqueças a gratidão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De mim,&lt;br /&gt;Aqui ou Além… no Infinito,&lt;br /&gt;ouvirás o eco das minhas palavras:&lt;br /&gt;“Oi, amor!”&lt;br /&gt;e sentirás a minha presença,&lt;br /&gt;para tua serenidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-6117922981618636322?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6117922981618636322/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/03/tua-gratidao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/6117922981618636322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/6117922981618636322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/03/tua-gratidao.html' title='A tua gratidão!'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aU9aUrxdg0M/TY_TXuCVRFI/AAAAAAAASnw/TjgRrYA6L6Q/s72-c/A%2Btua%2Bgratid%25C3%25A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-1989343838760841609</id><published>2011-03-28T15:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T15:53:05.398+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Crianças em mim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bl4DSJZkZCY/TZCedUZioII/AAAAAAAASoY/oL08vL0Adxg/s1600/Crian%25C3%25A7as%2Bem%2Bmim%2B%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bl4DSJZkZCY/TZCedUZioII/AAAAAAAASoY/oL08vL0Adxg/s400/Crian%25C3%25A7as%2Bem%2Bmim%2B%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589141364096016514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu anjo&lt;br /&gt;seres criança&lt;br /&gt;é um raio de esperança&lt;br /&gt;Que guardo em mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seres criança&lt;br /&gt;e o meu anjo&lt;br /&gt;no meu corpo e alma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seres criança&lt;br /&gt;e teres amor por mim&lt;br /&gt;me deixa sem jeito&lt;br /&gt;me deixa&lt;br /&gt;eternamente em ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Vejo nas crianças pétalas de amor duma flor especial VIDA.&lt;br /&gt;Com isto renasce em mim a esperança e já com saudades do futuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A todas as crianças da minha Vida; em especial aos meus Netos João Afonso e Catarina  e ainda Zac, Evinha, Belinha, Léo e Rafa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-1989343838760841609?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1989343838760841609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/03/criancas-em-mim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/1989343838760841609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/1989343838760841609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/03/criancas-em-mim.html' title='Crianças em mim!'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bl4DSJZkZCY/TZCedUZioII/AAAAAAAASoY/oL08vL0Adxg/s72-c/Crian%25C3%25A7as%2Bem%2Bmim%2B%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-6834775444634748557</id><published>2011-03-17T23:41:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-17T23:41:34.174Z</updated><title type='text'>Coração de Mulher - Poemas de amor - Poemas e Frases - Luso-Poemas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JcAkm2S3hok/TYKY5tgGbQI/AAAAAAAASdg/FmH5Zc_i29Q/s1600/Cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2Bde%2BMulher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5npKlYdU--Y/TXYkJJc5AKI/AAAAAAAASQo/dEpQdtOG5pc/s400/Mulheres%2Bda%2Bminha%2BVida.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581688527746826402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.luso-poemas.net/modules/news/article.php?storyid=178545&amp;amp;sms_ss=blogger&amp;amp;at_xt=4d7623e7ca79f539%2C0"&gt;Mulheres da minha Vida (o valor de uma Mulher) - Dia internacional da mulher - Poemas e Frases - Luso-Poemas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-7740778645194252817?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7740778645194252817/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/03/mulheres-da-minha-vida-o-valor-de-uma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/7740778645194252817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/7740778645194252817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/03/mulheres-da-minha-vida-o-valor-de-uma.html' title='Mulheres da minha Vida (o valor de uma Mulher) - Dia internacional da mulher - Poemas e Frases - Luso-Poemas'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5npKlYdU--Y/TXYkJJc5AKI/AAAAAAAASQo/dEpQdtOG5pc/s72-c/Mulheres%2Bda%2Bminha%2BVida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-4680830736772241614</id><published>2011-02-25T00:13:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-02-25T00:42:43.883Z</updated><title type='text'>Sintonia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MJEjdOtD4Dk/TWb6-IQLhMI/AAAAAAAASAI/cWq0utnrYWw/s1600/Sintonia%2B-%2BNanda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MJEjdOtD4Dk/TWb6-IQLhMI/AAAAAAAASAI/cWq0utnrYWw/s400/Sintonia%2B-%2BNanda.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577421133819118786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sorriso que ris &lt;br /&gt;ri para mim &lt;br /&gt;teus quentes lábios &lt;br /&gt;que me contagiam &lt;br /&gt;candentes risos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O olhar com que me olhas&lt;br /&gt;olha para mim &lt;br /&gt;teu olhar mais fundo&lt;br /&gt;profundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O abraço que me dás&lt;br /&gt;abraça em mim &lt;br /&gt;teus braços envolventes&lt;br /&gt;amantes cálidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ficamos assim, &lt;br /&gt;ridentes &lt;br /&gt;olhantes &lt;br /&gt;abraçantes&lt;br /&gt;Doce e risonhos enamorados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;anda Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-4680830736772241614?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4680830736772241614/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/02/sintonia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/4680830736772241614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/4680830736772241614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/02/sintonia.html' title='Sintonia'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MJEjdOtD4Dk/TWb6-IQLhMI/AAAAAAAASAI/cWq0utnrYWw/s72-c/Sintonia%2B-%2BNanda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-8925483185165599834</id><published>2011-02-09T18:05:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-02-09T18:16:13.336Z</updated><title type='text'>O Poeta e as rosas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TVLZKYj8enI/AAAAAAAARqs/BSxoKpED4rw/s1600/O%2Bpoeta%2Be%2Bas%2Brosas%2B-%2BNanda-Z%25C3%25A9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TVLZKYj8enI/AAAAAAAARqs/BSxoKpED4rw/s400/O%2Bpoeta%2Be%2Bas%2Brosas%2B-%2BNanda-Z%25C3%25A9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571754461425859186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Lindo pomar de rosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Que te dedicas a cuidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Cuidas da terra com todo carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Com todo amor que em teu peito há.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ah se estas mesmas rosas pudessem falar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Diriam que por vezes choras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ao contemplar o sol se ausentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Segredariam entre si as lágrimas que derramas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Revelariam a todos o nome da mulher que amas…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mas as rosas não falam e tampouco sabem poetar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;As rosas somente exalam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Suas tristezas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Suas alegrias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Exalam sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Por todo o lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;O imenso e solitário amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Que tentas ocultar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Não seriam estas mesmas rosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh poeta, a sua mais linda e singela inspiração?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Rosas geradas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Cultivadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Com a mais bela poesia que injectas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No pomar do teu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nanda Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[....]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;No jardim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;do meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;vejo as rosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;que exalam amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Cuido delas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;como se fossem crianças,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;donzelas ou mulheres!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Logo pela manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;sorriem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;para cuidar delas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ficarão viçosas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;generosas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;sedutoras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;e carinhosas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;para o poeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mais uma vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;se inspirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;na paixão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;no amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;no romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;e no sonho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mais tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;e na vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;terei alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;por praticarem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;o que lhes ensinei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;no jardim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;do meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;e expresso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;através da Poesia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-8925483185165599834?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8925483185165599834/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-poeta-e-as-rosas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/8925483185165599834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/8925483185165599834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-poeta-e-as-rosas.html' title='O Poeta e as rosas'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TVLZKYj8enI/AAAAAAAARqs/BSxoKpED4rw/s72-c/O%2Bpoeta%2Be%2Bas%2Brosas%2B-%2BNanda-Z%25C3%25A9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-5783240493160221010</id><published>2011-02-07T14:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-07T14:18:02.622Z</updated><title type='text'>Entre o céu e o mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TU_-LRCxEfI/AAAAAAAARo8/7SVPC2C_nSk/s1600/Entre%2Bo%2Bc%25C3%25A9u%2Be%2Bo%2Bmar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 349px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TU_-LRCxEfI/AAAAAAAARo8/7SVPC2C_nSk/s400/Entre%2Bo%2Bc%25C3%25A9u%2Be%2Bo%2Bmar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570950733587616242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre o céu e o mar&lt;br /&gt;Feitos um para o outro&lt;br /&gt;Encaixe perfeito de uma linda história de amor&lt;br /&gt;Unidos tornam-se um só&lt;br /&gt;Um só corpo&lt;br /&gt;Um só sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Um só querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão diferentes e tão iguais&lt;br /&gt;Espécies diferentes&lt;br /&gt;Gostos diferentes&lt;br /&gt;Mas lá dentro do peito&lt;br /&gt;Só existe um contentamento&lt;br /&gt;De estarem abraçados&lt;br /&gt;Juntos&lt;br /&gt;Ligados&lt;br /&gt;Para sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É enorme o amor que sentem&lt;br /&gt;Imenso o desejo de estarem juntos&lt;br /&gt;Entre o céu e o mar&lt;br /&gt;Entre diferenças e crenças&lt;br /&gt;Vidas enamoradas&lt;br /&gt;Ligadas pelo querer&lt;br /&gt;Um pertence ao outro&lt;br /&gt;Um depende do outro para sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Sorriso de alma&lt;br /&gt;Amor que alimenta o desejo&lt;br /&gt;Que acende a paixão&lt;br /&gt;Fogo que aquece o coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nanda Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[....]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela manhã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com um sol radioso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a invandir meu espaço,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;olho a tua imagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorrindo para mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com encantamento,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que preenche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meu corpo e alma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrego-me a ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neste caminhar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que nos levará&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;até à porta da Felicidade!&lt;br /&gt;E aí te entregarei&lt;br /&gt;ao Futuro...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-5783240493160221010?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5783240493160221010/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/02/entre-o-ceu-e-o-mar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/5783240493160221010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/5783240493160221010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/02/entre-o-ceu-e-o-mar.html' title='Entre o céu e o mar'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TU_-LRCxEfI/AAAAAAAARo8/7SVPC2C_nSk/s72-c/Entre%2Bo%2Bc%25C3%25A9u%2Be%2Bo%2Bmar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-6214271015328461435</id><published>2011-02-04T14:55:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-02-07T13:54:02.861Z</updated><title type='text'>Lindo sonho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TUwTtcyEs6I/AAAAAAAARkM/2GDrcWzs_84/s1600/Lindo%2Bsonho%2B%2B%2B--------.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TUwTtcyEs6I/AAAAAAAARkM/2GDrcWzs_84/s400/Lindo%2Bsonho%2B%2B%2B--------.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569848510691718050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não&lt;br /&gt;Não desejo acordar&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me assim perto de ti&lt;br /&gt;És tão real aqui&lt;br /&gt;Que até tua fragrância posso sentir&lt;br /&gt;Peço-te amor&lt;br /&gt;Não desperte meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me aqui ficar&lt;br /&gt;Só assim junto á ti minha alma em paz pode ficar&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentir cada toque teu&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo-me arrepiar&lt;br /&gt;Sentir os teus dedos suavemente&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo dedilhar&lt;br /&gt;Sentir em minha boca o doce beijo&lt;br /&gt;Que estas a me presentear&lt;br /&gt;Sentir de verdade o que é o amor&lt;br /&gt;E como é bom te amar&lt;br /&gt;Não quero acordar&lt;br /&gt;Pois só nos meus sonhos podes habitar&lt;br /&gt;Anseio esta noite eternizar&lt;br /&gt;Desejando assim deste lindo sonho&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais despertar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nanda Costa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[....]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando existe amor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não tem barreiras,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;limites ou distâncias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este amor existe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entre duas almas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que vivem cada dia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cada noite,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com esta chama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de amor vivo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ardente e convicto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este amor continuará,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pela nossa força,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confiança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e esperança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de um amor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de um grande amor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em que ela diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serei sempre tua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-6214271015328461435?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6214271015328461435/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/02/nao-nao-desejo-acordar-deixe-me-assim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/6214271015328461435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/6214271015328461435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/02/nao-nao-desejo-acordar-deixe-me-assim.html' title='Lindo sonho'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TUwTtcyEs6I/AAAAAAAARkM/2GDrcWzs_84/s72-c/Lindo%2Bsonho%2B%2B%2B--------.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-5009368923704306744</id><published>2011-01-30T14:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-30T14:51:08.219Z</updated><title type='text'>Zé amamos muito você. - Poemas de dedicatória - Poemas e Frases - Luso-Poemas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TUV60pHafxI/AAAAAAAAReU/FahRWWWUPbo/s1600/Z%25C3%2589%2B-%2BLuso-Poemas%2BAmigos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TUV60pHafxI/AAAAAAAAReU/FahRWWWUPbo/s400/Z%25C3%2589%2B-%2BLuso-Poemas%2BAmigos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567991559122222866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.luso-poemas.net/modules/news/article.php?storyid=172898&amp;amp;sms_ss=blogger&amp;amp;at_xt=4d457aa9a95a4eb3%2C0"&gt;Zé amamos muito você. - Poemas de dedicatória - Poemas e Frases - Luso-Poemas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-5009368923704306744?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.luso-poemas.net/modules/news/article.php?storyid=172898&amp;sms_ss=blogger&amp;at_xt=4d457aa9a95a4eb3%2C0' title='Zé amamos muito você. - Poemas de dedicatória - Poemas e Frases - Luso-Poemas'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5009368923704306744/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/01/ze-amamos-muito-voce-poemas-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/5009368923704306744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/5009368923704306744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/01/ze-amamos-muito-voce-poemas-de.html' title='Zé amamos muito você. - Poemas de dedicatória - Poemas e Frases - Luso-Poemas'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TUV60pHafxI/AAAAAAAAReU/FahRWWWUPbo/s72-c/Z%25C3%2589%2B-%2BLuso-Poemas%2BAmigos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-5215811701209554414</id><published>2011-01-18T18:06:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-18T18:09:45.103Z</updated><title type='text'>Marcas da paixão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TTXXXVem6dI/AAAAAAAARSo/CX6gWI9Rv5o/s1600/Marcas%2Bda%2Bpaix%25C3%25A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 392px; height: 332px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TTXXXVem6dI/AAAAAAAARSo/CX6gWI9Rv5o/s400/Marcas%2Bda%2Bpaix%25C3%25A3o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563589710588602834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inevitável é&lt;br /&gt;ter no corpo as marcas&lt;br /&gt;de uma intensa paixão&lt;br /&gt;marcas profundas&lt;br /&gt;seladas no coração&lt;br /&gt;como não senti-las na alma?&lt;br /&gt;profundas,amargas&lt;br /&gt;que queimam no peito&lt;br /&gt;trazendo descontentamento&lt;br /&gt;mas ao mesmo tempo&lt;br /&gt;felicidade em tê-la tão doída por dentro&lt;br /&gt;paixão tatuada em mim&lt;br /&gt;por um anjo lindo&lt;br /&gt;querubim&lt;br /&gt;que marcou com teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;meus dias e noites sem fim&lt;br /&gt;marcando meu futuro&lt;br /&gt;roubando meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;me tirando o chão&lt;br /&gt;marcas no corpo e na alma&lt;br /&gt;na mente e coração&lt;br /&gt;marcas&lt;br /&gt;de uma linda&lt;br /&gt;e mágica paixão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nanda Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[....]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu mulher de paixão&lt;br /&gt;eu suando amor,&lt;br /&gt;deu um grande amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos este amor&lt;br /&gt;em nossos silêncios,&lt;br /&gt;com sofrimentos,&lt;br /&gt;com lutas interiores,&lt;br /&gt;mas com corações&lt;br /&gt;entregues a este amor,&lt;br /&gt;arrebatador,&lt;br /&gt;lindo e profundo&lt;br /&gt;que nasceu&lt;br /&gt;de uma linda&lt;br /&gt;e mágica paixão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-5215811701209554414?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5215811701209554414/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/01/marcas-da-paixao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/5215811701209554414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/5215811701209554414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/01/marcas-da-paixao.html' title='Marcas da paixão'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TTXXXVem6dI/AAAAAAAARSo/CX6gWI9Rv5o/s72-c/Marcas%2Bda%2Bpaix%25C3%25A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-3235710231780850700</id><published>2011-01-17T23:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-17T23:20:22.243Z</updated><title type='text'>Esta saudade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TTTNrp0L8sI/AAAAAAAARSQ/rUpT9Zm1bRI/s1600/Esta%2Bsaudade....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TTTNrp0L8sI/AAAAAAAARSQ/rUpT9Zm1bRI/s400/Esta%2Bsaudade....jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563297589552214722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Esta saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de ti, longe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me enlouquece,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas o amor fortalece!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esta saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de ti, me aproxima,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quando te ouço:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;te amo…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me serena,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas fica saudade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esta saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não vai embora,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nem a paixão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nem este amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ardente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de chama viva,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que nos ilumina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;neste amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nosso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;muito nosso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mesmo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;com esta saudade…!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-3235710231780850700?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3235710231780850700/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/01/esta-saudade.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/3235710231780850700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/3235710231780850700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/01/esta-saudade.html' title='Esta saudade...'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TTTNrp0L8sI/AAAAAAAARSQ/rUpT9Zm1bRI/s72-c/Esta%2Bsaudade....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-2625418980824631904</id><published>2011-01-16T16:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-16T16:26:18.006Z</updated><title type='text'>Esperando por mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TTMbvcaIjbI/AAAAAAAARRY/EQSG-n7wU4k/s1600/Esperando%2Bpor%2Bmim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TTMbvcaIjbI/AAAAAAAARRY/EQSG-n7wU4k/s400/Esperando%2Bpor%2Bmim.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562820466626301362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;És a mulher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que me compreende,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tolera, serena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e pacifica minha alma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No teu canto do silêncio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;preocupas-te comigo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;confortando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;os meus anseios,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;os meus desejos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de te amar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas por vezes perdidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e agora reencontrados!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;És a mulher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que me perdoa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o desencontro com a vida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seduzido por paixões&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;umas vezes levianas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de puro prazer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e nada mais!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;És a mulher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enfim;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que me deseja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no teu canto do silêncio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vagueando pelo passado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tão recente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que eu ia perdendo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;se não fosses um anjo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o anjo que um dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me apareceu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;em nome da Paz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e ficou pacientemente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esperando por mim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De braços alongados,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;envolveste meu corpo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e disseste:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o amor da tua vida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;confiante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e esperando por ti!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); "&gt;esperou... e hoje acompanhamo-nos sempre, mas em caminhos paralelos. Valeu a pena!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Manuel Brazão &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-2625418980824631904?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2625418980824631904/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/01/esperando-por-mim.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/2625418980824631904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/2625418980824631904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/01/esperando-por-mim.html' title='Esperando por mim'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TTMbvcaIjbI/AAAAAAAARRY/EQSG-n7wU4k/s72-c/Esperando%2Bpor%2Bmim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-4057174659648153487</id><published>2011-01-11T22:14:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-11T22:16:14.198Z</updated><title type='text'>O tempo não apagará!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TSzWpLr6IxI/AAAAAAAAROo/Kt5g3ssC9JY/s1600/O%2Btempo%2Bn%25C3%25A3o%2Bapagar%25C3%25A1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TSzWpLr6IxI/AAAAAAAAROo/Kt5g3ssC9JY/s400/O%2Btempo%2Bn%25C3%25A3o%2Bapagar%25C3%25A1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561055642895655698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós, &lt;br /&gt;que tantos poemas&lt;br /&gt;escrevemos, contando&lt;br /&gt;uma linda história,&lt;br /&gt;de paixão e amor,&lt;br /&gt;de encantamento,&lt;br /&gt;por aquilo&lt;br /&gt;que nossos corações&lt;br /&gt;brotavam de emoções,&lt;br /&gt;sentimentos fortes,&lt;br /&gt;arrebatadores&lt;br /&gt;que nós &lt;br /&gt;de amor carecíamos,&lt;br /&gt;como o Sol de cada dia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momentos inesquecíveis&lt;br /&gt;dessas emoções,&lt;br /&gt;que reflectimos em Poesia,&lt;br /&gt;que agitaram corações&lt;br /&gt;em cada um&lt;br /&gt;que nos leram,&lt;br /&gt;nos acarinharam&lt;br /&gt;e deixaram&lt;br /&gt;em nós&lt;br /&gt;Poetas do Amor,&lt;br /&gt;um vazio,&lt;br /&gt;um silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;uma saudade,&lt;br /&gt;mas estas duas Almas&lt;br /&gt;o tempo não apagará!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-4057174659648153487?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4057174659648153487/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-tempo-nao-apagara.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/4057174659648153487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/4057174659648153487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-tempo-nao-apagara.html' title='O tempo não apagará!'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TSzWpLr6IxI/AAAAAAAAROo/Kt5g3ssC9JY/s72-c/O%2Btempo%2Bn%25C3%25A3o%2Bapagar%25C3%25A1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-6717681343105610951</id><published>2011-01-10T22:43:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-10T22:43:42.201Z</updated><title type='text'>Como uma ponte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/THWjaMz0LGI/AAAAAAAAPq8/mnFUMz4gGs0/s1600/Como+uma+ponte....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/THWjaMz0LGI/AAAAAAAAPq8/mnFUMz4gGs0/s400/Como+uma+ponte....jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509489389668150370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos tudo&lt;br /&gt; o que havia em nós,&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que sentimos,&lt;br /&gt;a paixão, o amor,&lt;br /&gt;a ajuda solidária,&lt;br /&gt;que precisámos&lt;br /&gt;e nos completou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos&lt;br /&gt;momentos felizes,&lt;br /&gt;vendo as rosinhas florescer,&lt;br /&gt;cuidando delas com amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essas imagens de Vida&lt;br /&gt;que rolam sem fantasias,&lt;br /&gt;mas com a verdade&lt;br /&gt;que demos um ao outro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sereno&lt;br /&gt;da vida que te dei,&lt;br /&gt;vejo-te feliz,&lt;br /&gt;por chegares&lt;br /&gt;ao ponto de encontro&lt;br /&gt;do teu caminho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim&lt;br /&gt;me senti&lt;br /&gt;como uma ponte&lt;br /&gt;entre o passado e o futuro&lt;br /&gt;que te ajudou &lt;br /&gt;a encontrar o que merecias:&lt;br /&gt;uma plena felicidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em caminhos paralelos,&lt;br /&gt;nunca nos perderemos &lt;br /&gt;de vista&lt;br /&gt;e nos preocuparemos&lt;br /&gt;com o futuro de cada um!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu aí&lt;br /&gt;e eu aqui,&lt;br /&gt;como sempre de braços abertos&lt;br /&gt;pedindo &lt;br /&gt;a nossa protecção divina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;você é um amigo que quero que seja mais chegado que um irmão.&lt;br /&gt; Um amigo mais que especial pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nanda Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ingrid&lt;/span&gt; disse...&lt;br /&gt;Quando somos ponte de amor, Deus abençoa sempre. Não importa o caminho trilhado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Um dos poemas que mais amei criar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão tranquilo e sereno por contribuir para a felicidade de alguém: tudo dar e nada pedir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A AMIZADE É A FORMA MAIS PURA DE AMAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Beijos e Abraços do ZÉ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo especial para a Nanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/THalEbNbelI/AAAAAAAAPrs/CsDTnEHdN-8/s1600/recado-flores-orkut029.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/THalEbNbelI/AAAAAAAAPrs/CsDTnEHdN-8/s400/recado-flores-orkut029.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509772689576524370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-6717681343105610951?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6717681343105610951/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/01/como-uma-ponte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/6717681343105610951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/6717681343105610951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/01/como-uma-ponte.html' title='Como uma ponte'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/THWjaMz0LGI/AAAAAAAAPq8/mnFUMz4gGs0/s72-c/Como+uma+ponte....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-550968572740266400</id><published>2011-01-05T15:41:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-05T16:22:12.710Z</updated><title type='text'>Um pouco de mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TSSR17a_q_I/AAAAAAAARJA/QcQ-dH2gWFI/s1600/Um%2Bpouco%2Bde%2Bmim....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TSSR17a_q_I/AAAAAAAARJA/QcQ-dH2gWFI/s400/Um%2Bpouco%2Bde%2Bmim....jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558728195752045554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela Vida&lt;br /&gt;um pouco de mim&lt;br /&gt;iria viver contigo&lt;br /&gt;nesse ser que esperavas,&lt;br /&gt;já amavas&lt;br /&gt;e eu em comunhão&lt;br /&gt;já o trazia no meu coração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os braços não cairão&lt;br /&gt;por uma desilusão,&lt;br /&gt;que é apenas&lt;br /&gt;um caminho, um destino!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outros dias virão&lt;br /&gt;para fortalecer a resignação&lt;br /&gt;de uma Mãe, de um Pai&lt;br /&gt;e de mim, que vos amo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TSSZwk_mpxI/AAAAAAAARJI/Xp1nDwVKNAU/s1600/Um%2Bpouco%2Bde%2Bmim%2BRosa%2Bbranca%2B-%2BNanda-Z%25C3%25A9.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 144px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TSSZwk_mpxI/AAAAAAAARJI/Xp1nDwVKNAU/s400/Um%2Bpouco%2Bde%2Bmim%2BRosa%2Bbranca%2B-%2BNanda-Z%25C3%25A9.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558736899925255954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;* O meu pensamento nos meus queridos Amigos:  Nanda Costa e Flavio *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-550968572740266400?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/550968572740266400/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/01/um-pouco-de-mim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/550968572740266400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/550968572740266400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/01/um-pouco-de-mim.html' title='Um pouco de mim...'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TSSR17a_q_I/AAAAAAAARJA/QcQ-dH2gWFI/s72-c/Um%2Bpouco%2Bde%2Bmim....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-1926122262447306736</id><published>2011-01-03T23:34:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-04T00:12:57.210Z</updated><title type='text'>Que vida...? ... e fez-se Luz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TSJckfJl0yI/AAAAAAAARHI/B2UDIN7vh8I/s1600/Que%2BVida%2B%2B%2BFez-se%2BLuz.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TSJckfJl0yI/AAAAAAAARHI/B2UDIN7vh8I/s400/Que%2BVida%2B%2B%2BFez-se%2BLuz.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558106672035386146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida que vivi&lt;br /&gt;e não desejava!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida&lt;br /&gt;no tempo disfarçando,&lt;br /&gt;como se tudo estivesse bem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No silêncio&lt;br /&gt;vivendo a verdade,&lt;br /&gt;amarga,&lt;br /&gt;muito amarga,&lt;br /&gt;mas resignando&lt;br /&gt;às desventuras,&lt;br /&gt;pensando no sofrimento,&lt;br /&gt;muito sofrimento,&lt;br /&gt;de outros…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cansado, penso que o caminho&lt;br /&gt;se desviou de mim&lt;br /&gt;e não tenho a quem perguntar:&lt;br /&gt;para onde vou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei&lt;br /&gt;quantas pedras desviei,&lt;br /&gt;sei&lt;br /&gt;quantas lutas travei,&lt;br /&gt;mas não sei,&lt;br /&gt;porque o amor se esconde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem vergonha de mim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso que não!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terei dado&lt;br /&gt;a quem não merecia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez!&lt;br /&gt;Mas não me arrependo,&lt;br /&gt;porque o amor dá-se&lt;br /&gt;e não se retira!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor reacendeu&lt;br /&gt;no meu coração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apareceste como um Anjo&lt;br /&gt;que procurava!&lt;br /&gt;Fez-se Luz…&lt;br /&gt;Minha Vida te sorri…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*Tudo nasceu em 12 de Março de 2009 entre Vitoria (ES-Brasil) e Lisboa (Portugal)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com este poema conheci a minha mais antiga parceira na poesia de amor NANDA COSTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um poema que marca no tempo duas Vidas para sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Você é um amigo que quero que seja mais chegado que um irmão.&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo mais que especial pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;Nanda Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-1926122262447306736?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1926122262447306736/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/01/que-vida-e-fez-se-luz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/1926122262447306736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/1926122262447306736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/01/que-vida-e-fez-se-luz.html' title='Que vida...? ... e fez-se Luz!'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TSJckfJl0yI/AAAAAAAARHI/B2UDIN7vh8I/s72-c/Que%2BVida%2B%2B%2BFez-se%2BLuz.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-2632099069518214895</id><published>2011-01-02T21:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-02T21:21:17.188Z</updated><title type='text'>Nunca morri, apenas adormeci perante a vida! - Poemas de amor - Poemas e Frases - Luso-Poemas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TSDsQzTxRRI/AAAAAAAARF4/hOEuCdLh8YU/s1600/N%25C3%25A3o%2Bmorri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TRu1PjNCH8I/AAAAAAAARAw/WIk4lqmiIPY/s400/lagrimas%2B-%2Bnanda%2Bz%25C3%25A9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556233844044210114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto em meu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Uma lágrima rolar&lt;br /&gt;Como gota de orvalho&lt;br /&gt;Minha face molhar&lt;br /&gt;Gotas amargas&lt;br /&gt;Encharcadas de dor&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-as em minha face rolar&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas que outrora&lt;br /&gt;Foram de alegria&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas de amor&lt;br /&gt;De sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Fantasias&lt;br /&gt;Hoje tornaram-se melancólicas&lt;br /&gt;Vadias&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas de agonia&lt;br /&gt;Agora regam meu dorido coração&lt;br /&gt;Que não sei por que razão&lt;br /&gt;Teima em bater&lt;br /&gt;Pulsar&lt;br /&gt;Viver&lt;br /&gt;Talvez este ferido coração&lt;br /&gt;Ainda tenha esperança&lt;br /&gt;De ser novamente regado&lt;br /&gt;Por cristalinas e verdadeiras&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas da mais pura paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nanda Costa &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[....]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando penso&lt;br /&gt;e penso em ti,&lt;br /&gt;vem a lágrima,&lt;br /&gt;lágrima teimosa,&lt;br /&gt;por seres generosa,&lt;br /&gt;uma pedra preciosa&lt;br /&gt;a decorar o meu coração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando penso &lt;br /&gt;e penso em ti,&lt;br /&gt;vem o sonho duma paixão,&lt;br /&gt;sonhada, mas por viver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando penso &lt;br /&gt;e penso em ti,&lt;br /&gt;vem a lágrima, &lt;br /&gt;lágrima teimosa, &lt;br /&gt;por ver&lt;br /&gt;não estares ao pé de mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas sonho&lt;br /&gt;e vem a lágrima…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-2890103733711592443?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2890103733711592443/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/12/lagrimas-dupla-especial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/2890103733711592443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/2890103733711592443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/12/lagrimas-dupla-especial.html' title='Lágrimas ( Dupla especial)'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TRu1PjNCH8I/AAAAAAAARAw/WIk4lqmiIPY/s72-c/lagrimas%2B-%2Bnanda%2Bz%25C3%25A9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-7480183153014665050</id><published>2010-12-28T21:26:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-12-29T20:05:52.535Z</updated><title type='text'>Vai...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TRuUFIZxS4I/AAAAAAAARAo/adqhqHkTVUk/s1600/Vai....gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TRuUFIZxS4I/AAAAAAAARAo/adqhqHkTVUk/s400/Vai....gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556197381167467394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O caminho&lt;br /&gt;já o descobriste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai…&lt;br /&gt;não hesites,&lt;br /&gt;percorre-o&lt;br /&gt;sem olhar para trás!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai…&lt;br /&gt;acredita,&lt;br /&gt;nós&lt;br /&gt;que te amamos,&lt;br /&gt;em ti confiamos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai…&lt;br /&gt;o Sol sorri-te,&lt;br /&gt;a Lua confia-te&lt;br /&gt;amor,&lt;br /&gt;muito amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai…&lt;br /&gt;tu mereces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dedicado à minha querida Amiga Nanda Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4 de Julho de 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TRt6cDqaVvI/AAAAAAAARAg/T8c0xN7_4xA/s1600/FLORES-NANDA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TRt6cDqaVvI/AAAAAAAARAg/T8c0xN7_4xA/s400/FLORES-NANDA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556169187729757938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-7480183153014665050?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7480183153014665050/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/12/vai.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/7480183153014665050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/7480183153014665050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/12/vai.html' title='Vai...'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TRuUFIZxS4I/AAAAAAAARAo/adqhqHkTVUk/s72-c/Vai....gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-7955200573771567914</id><published>2010-12-28T01:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-28T01:19:15.798Z</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TRk7Db-rGVI/AAAAAAAAQ_g/nl5hhVAWESc/s1600/Butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 365px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TRk7Db-rGVI/AAAAAAAAQ_g/nl5hhVAWESc/s400/Butterfly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555536545574492498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;Que carrega nas asas&lt;br /&gt;seus dias&lt;br /&gt;suas noites&lt;br /&gt;seus amores&lt;br /&gt;suas dores&lt;br /&gt;suas sombras&lt;br /&gt;seu mundo&lt;br /&gt;seus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;seus medos&lt;br /&gt;seus anseios..desejos.&lt;br /&gt;Borboleta que chora &lt;br /&gt;por achar o fardo pesado demais&lt;br /&gt;mas sempre acreditando no que dizem&lt;br /&gt;que nos é dado aquilo que pudemos suportar.&lt;br /&gt;Me sinto assim&lt;br /&gt;Uma pequena e frágil borboleta&lt;br /&gt;diante de tudo que carrego&lt;br /&gt;e suporto&lt;br /&gt;calada&lt;br /&gt;sozinha&lt;br /&gt;assustada.&lt;br /&gt;Mas mesmo assim insisto voar&lt;br /&gt;tentando sempre levar adiante meu destino.&lt;br /&gt;vou com elas.&lt;br /&gt;Duas.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre duas&lt;br /&gt;Sempre companheiras&lt;br /&gt;Asas..&lt;br /&gt;Não são elas os maiores convites a voar?&lt;br /&gt;A pensar? A sonhar?&lt;br /&gt;Se elas me foram dadas&lt;br /&gt;é um desperdício não voar e arriscar.&lt;br /&gt;Sou assim uma criatura alada das alturas&lt;br /&gt;uma doce criatura liberada.&lt;br /&gt;que se permite todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;mergulhar no precipício da imaginação&lt;br /&gt;sempre acreditando&lt;br /&gt;que por ser o que sou&lt;br /&gt;alcançarei os mais altos céus&lt;br /&gt;ouvindo sempre&lt;br /&gt;a doce voz que tem meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nanda Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há muito&lt;br /&gt;que voas por mim,&lt;br /&gt;em mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voas, voas,&lt;br /&gt;sem descanso,&lt;br /&gt;vais &lt;br /&gt;para onde vou;&lt;br /&gt;na manhã de cada dia,&lt;br /&gt;páras junto a mim&lt;br /&gt;e no teu frenesim,&lt;br /&gt;acordas-me,&lt;br /&gt;mostras-me o Sol,&lt;br /&gt;que nos ilumina&lt;br /&gt;e começas&lt;br /&gt;os teus movimentos&lt;br /&gt;de carinho,&lt;br /&gt;preocupação&lt;br /&gt;e dedicação por mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso,&lt;br /&gt;penso muito,&lt;br /&gt;donde veio ela&lt;br /&gt;e porque se dedicou a mim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma borboleta assim,&lt;br /&gt;terá amor?&lt;br /&gt;Amor por um homem&lt;br /&gt;que lhe dá atenção,&lt;br /&gt;dá o coração&lt;br /&gt;para quem o acarinha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chamo-lhe Butterfly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou por aí,&lt;br /&gt;pelas ruas da cidade&lt;br /&gt;com ela no meu ombro,&lt;br /&gt;todos nos olham,&lt;br /&gt;de espanto,&lt;br /&gt;de admiração&lt;br /&gt;sorrindo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como uma borboleta&lt;br /&gt;com tanta liberdade,&lt;br /&gt;se priva dela,&lt;br /&gt;para não me abandonar&lt;br /&gt;e viver comigo,&lt;br /&gt;para todo o sempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-7955200573771567914?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7955200573771567914/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/12/butterfly.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/7955200573771567914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/7955200573771567914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/12/butterfly.html' title='Butterfly'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TRk7Db-rGVI/AAAAAAAAQ_g/nl5hhVAWESc/s72-c/Butterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-1564983837098181651</id><published>2010-11-21T16:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-21T19:05:12.612Z</updated><title type='text'>Coração poeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://api.ning.com/files/J4PzIIVmwnUzk0U9FGdKqsDu*wZXyu6MFcQm51ozGQBvkCqobmZKHozr*P3wMPv0DS*62NF65XEO8HCXldZOlwK-o1oZYuBJ/Cpraopoeta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vives, escreves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;usas as palavras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;sempre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;sempre com o coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mulher de paixão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;sonhas a vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;com magia, alegria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;sempre com o coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Amas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;o som dos pássaros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;amas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;o som do mar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;envolves-te com as ondas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;abraça-las com amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Amas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;o horizonte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;as pessoas …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Acaba o sonho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vem a ilusão …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Viverás sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;com o coração;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Um coração poeta …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Para ti Nanda Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Zé,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Que lindooooo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O coração de poeta é como o seu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Um coração sonhador e realizador,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Um coração lindo e enorme!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TOltAvwWKkI/AAAAAAAAQgE/Ays-2AwLJgE/s1600/Rosas+-Nanda.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TOltAvwWKkI/AAAAAAAAQgE/Ays-2AwLJgE/s200/Rosas+-Nanda.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-1564983837098181651?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1564983837098181651/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/11/coracao-poeta.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/1564983837098181651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/1564983837098181651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/11/coracao-poeta.html' title='Coração poeta'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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/&gt;Corpos colados&lt;br /&gt;Fêmea e macho no cio&lt;br /&gt;Ouvem-se gemidos&lt;br /&gt;Mãos se tocando&lt;br /&gt;Almas se amando&lt;br /&gt;Ambos querendo&lt;br /&gt;Desejando&lt;br /&gt;Para os dois não há embaraços&lt;br /&gt;Nem empecilhos&lt;br /&gt;Nem tempo&lt;br /&gt;Nem cansaço&lt;br /&gt;Um ao outro devorando&lt;br /&gt;Acariciando&lt;br /&gt;Um amor para todos os meses do ano&lt;br /&gt;Assim&lt;br /&gt;Eu&lt;br /&gt;Tu&lt;br /&gt;Em uma só vontade&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de estar para sempre juntos&lt;br /&gt;Vontade&lt;br /&gt;De nos amarmos de verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu, tu, nós&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nanda Costa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viste a minha imagem,&lt;br /&gt;que te pareceu;&lt;br /&gt;a luz da tua vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu Sol raiou&lt;br /&gt;e saíste da noite &lt;br /&gt;de solidão sem fim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dias&lt;br /&gt;e mais dias viriam,&lt;br /&gt;sem entenderes,&lt;br /&gt;que eu não era o Sol,&lt;br /&gt;a luz, a esperança,&lt;br /&gt;mas um homem,&lt;br /&gt;apenas um homem&lt;br /&gt;nesta Vida,&lt;br /&gt;que valorizou a Mulher&lt;br /&gt;generosa&lt;br /&gt;carente de compreensão,&lt;br /&gt;harmonia e amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso te dei&lt;br /&gt;e foste a Mulher&lt;br /&gt;que muito amei&lt;br /&gt;para conquistares&lt;br /&gt;a vida sonhada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo me deste&lt;br /&gt;em gratidão,&lt;br /&gt;paixão e amor,&lt;br /&gt;numa entrega&lt;br /&gt;dum completar o outro!&lt;br /&gt;..................&lt;br /&gt;..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passou tempo ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... e hoje existe&lt;br /&gt;o amanhecer de cada dia,&lt;br /&gt;dentro de ti e de mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguiremos sempre juntos,&lt;br /&gt;com uma amizade de coração,&lt;br /&gt;mas com destinos diferentes,&lt;br /&gt;sempre com fé e esperança&lt;br /&gt;que dias melhores virão&lt;br /&gt;e que nos reencontraremos&lt;br /&gt;num amor para além da Vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;osé Manuel Brazão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Para ti, para nós o  nosso futuro e destino por caminhos paralelos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ZÉ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Você é um amigo que quero que seja mais chegado que um irmão.&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo mais que especial pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Feliz aniversário Nanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TI-4E7Jdk-I/AAAAAAAAQAg/EvsbTg5XgOw/s1600/ROSAS+-+NANDA.png"&gt;&lt;img 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-6581575682601832507</id><published>2010-09-03T18:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T18:56:58.366+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras ao vento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/S2mLbN3yqvI/AAAAAAAALLk/5JdysPEemmg/s1600-h/folhas_ao_vento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/S2mLbN3yqvI/AAAAAAAALLk/5JdysPEemmg/s400/folhas_ao_vento.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434027725095611122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas palavras foram ditas&lt;br /&gt;Muitas frases de amor foram escritas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inúmeros anseios em uma simples folha de papel&lt;br /&gt;Belas palavras,que me levaram por muitas vezes a visitar o céu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um poeta e uma poetiza&lt;br /&gt;Deixando registrado no tempo,todo amor&lt;br /&gt;Toda saudade,toda dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poemas...&lt;br /&gt;Poesias...&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos...&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindas palavras...&lt;br /&gt;Jogadas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atiradas ao vento....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nanda Costa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Palavras que atiras ao vento espalhando amor que anda tão perdido e maltratado! Os Poetas têm como missão avivar o Amor para contribuir no relacionamento em paz e harmonia! Poema maravilhoso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos do &lt;strong&gt;ZÉ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-6581575682601832507?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6581575682601832507/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/09/palavras-ao-vento.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/6581575682601832507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/6581575682601832507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/09/palavras-ao-vento.html' title='Palavras ao vento'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/S2mLbN3yqvI/AAAAAAAALLk/5JdysPEemmg/s72-c/folhas_ao_vento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-276101529585117290</id><published>2010-08-30T12:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T12:46:48.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Estarás em mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TE1zO-2tcsI/AAAAAAAAPDs/z5WDXt276m4/s1600/Estar%C3%A1s+em+mim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TE1zO-2tcsI/AAAAAAAAPDs/z5WDXt276m4/s400/Estar%C3%A1s+em+mim.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498177421317075650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pela manhã&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;com um sol radioso&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;a invandir meu espaço,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;olho a tua imagem&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;sorrindo para mim&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;com encantamento,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;que preenche&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;meu corpo e alma!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Entrego-me a ti&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;neste caminhar,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;que nos levará&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;até à porta da Felicidade!&lt;br /&gt;E aí te entregarei&lt;br /&gt;ao Futuro...!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:";"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;“Quando Deus tira algo de você Ele não está punindo-o, mas apenas abrindo suas mãos para receber algo melhor'.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:";"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt; ChicoXavier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-276101529585117290?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/276101529585117290/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TE1zO-2tcsI/AAAAAAAAPDs/z5WDXt276m4/s72-c/Estar%C3%A1s+em+mim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-7609263964228290948</id><published>2010-08-28T14:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T16:27:08.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero apenas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/THkR1PGZSjI/AAAAAAAAPtU/Q5RXOhUu9R8/s1600/Quero+apenas....gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/THkR1PGZSjI/AAAAAAAAPtU/Q5RXOhUu9R8/s400/Quero+apenas....gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510455225348606514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero apenas&lt;br /&gt;teu pensamento em mim&lt;br /&gt;hoje e sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero apenas&lt;br /&gt;a tua generosidade&lt;br /&gt;para minha serenidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero apenas&lt;br /&gt;a tua fraternidade&lt;br /&gt;neste mundo avesso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero apenas viver&lt;br /&gt;e não apenas existir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-7609263964228290948?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7609263964228290948/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/quero-apenas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/7609263964228290948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/7609263964228290948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/quero-apenas.html' title='Quero apenas...'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/THkR1PGZSjI/AAAAAAAAPtU/Q5RXOhUu9R8/s72-c/Quero+apenas....gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-3953087941154647748</id><published>2010-08-25T00:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T00:27:06.570+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Os poemas que te fiz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://api.ning.com/files/mg7QxNjmLqiVP4vEuHW4DLnUjn6a-VJjFvWitpd7bumvwxfUuJAamzu-Is5CDUrexNxWwQ2REO6SuS-bnn1iU9boa7fdNm1X/Ospoemasquetefiz.gif" alt=""/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram tantos&lt;br /&gt;e tantos poemas,&lt;br /&gt;poemas de amor&lt;br /&gt;que te fiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu e eu&lt;br /&gt;nascemos para a Poesia,&lt;br /&gt;para encantar os outros,&lt;br /&gt;alimentando as suas almas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes&lt;br /&gt;sofríamos nas nossas Vidas&lt;br /&gt;e a inspiração,&lt;br /&gt;superava tudo isso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os poemas que te fiz,&lt;br /&gt;sentidos pela voz do coração,&lt;br /&gt;derramaram amor,&lt;br /&gt;muito amor,&lt;br /&gt;que te comoveram&lt;br /&gt;e davam forças&lt;br /&gt;para sair de ti&lt;br /&gt;Um outro poema,&lt;br /&gt;suave,&lt;br /&gt;expressivo,&lt;br /&gt;emocionante,&lt;br /&gt;iluminando&lt;br /&gt;quem o lesse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos poemas que te fiz,&lt;br /&gt;ficam os sentimentos,&lt;br /&gt;nas palavras&lt;br /&gt;que o Poeta não renega&lt;br /&gt;e guarda em seu coração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dedicado à minha Amiga e Poeta Nanda Costa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zé.&lt;br /&gt;Lindo poema!&lt;br /&gt;Com certeza há coisas que nos inspiram &lt;br /&gt;muito..e a nossa amizade é &lt;br /&gt;assim muito inspiradora né? rrsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;(você com certeza me ajudou muito &lt;br /&gt;com teu imenso carinho)&lt;br /&gt;muito obrigada viu?&lt;br /&gt;bjôs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nanda&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div 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alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478515386211720994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordas&lt;br /&gt;e o Sol entra,&lt;br /&gt;poisa no teu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;e sentes&lt;br /&gt;teu coração quente,&lt;br /&gt;num amor ardente,&lt;br /&gt;como sonharas&lt;br /&gt;e Ele te trouxe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viste em mim,&lt;br /&gt;que sou o teu amanhecer,&lt;br /&gt;e tu e eu renasceremos&lt;br /&gt;para a Vida,&lt;br /&gt;rumando ao futuro,&lt;br /&gt;esquecendo o passado,&lt;br /&gt;vivendo o presente&lt;br /&gt;e ansiando pelo futuro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou o teu amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;e viveremos&lt;br /&gt;novas primaveras&lt;br /&gt;de harmonia, paz&lt;br /&gt;e amor iluminados!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-6056291208322025318?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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/&gt;dum completar o outro!&lt;br /&gt;..................&lt;br /&gt;..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passou tempo ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... e hoje existe&lt;br /&gt;o amanhecer de cada dia,&lt;br /&gt;dentro de ti e de mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguiremos sempre juntos,&lt;br /&gt;com uma amizade de coração,&lt;br /&gt;mas com destinos diferentes,&lt;br /&gt;sempre com fé e esperança&lt;br /&gt;que dias melhores virão&lt;br /&gt;e que nos reencontraremos&lt;br /&gt;num amor para além da Vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;* Para ti, para nós o poema do nosso futuro e destino *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-6148773703818372863</id><published>2010-08-18T14:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T14:32:10.613+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Seguimos sempre juntos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/SsXqclBSq3I/AAAAAAAAGko/N_iYJ0qqi1Y/s1600-h/Seguimos+sempre+juntos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/SsXqclBSq3I/AAAAAAAAGko/N_iYJ0qqi1Y/s400/Seguimos+sempre+juntos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387970305913432946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguimos juntos&lt;br /&gt;Na mesma direção&lt;br /&gt;Sempre juntos&lt;br /&gt;De mãos dadas &lt;br /&gt;Corações abertos pelo caminho da felicidade e do amor&lt;br /&gt;Seguimos juntos &lt;br /&gt;Esta linda jornada&lt;br /&gt;Apenas nossos passos marcam nosso caminho&lt;br /&gt;O futuro o que nos reserva?&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não sabemos o certo&lt;br /&gt;Mas usamos a lupa do coração&lt;br /&gt;Para entrarmos pela alma á dentro&lt;br /&gt;Para descobrirmos enfim&lt;br /&gt;Quem rege nossa linda caminhada&lt;br /&gt;Um sentimento lindo&lt;br /&gt;Forte e doce chamado&lt;br /&gt;Amor &lt;br /&gt;Então chegamos à conclusão exata &lt;br /&gt;De que nunca nos permitiremos partir&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu viverei eternamente em ti&lt;br /&gt;Assim como vives em mim&lt;br /&gt;De mãos dadas&lt;br /&gt;Apenas&lt;br /&gt;Eu &lt;br /&gt;Você&lt;br /&gt;E mais nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nanda Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-6148773703818372863?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TD8877ZBtvI/AAAAAAAAOwM/SkUf3eAYW48/s400/A+luz+do+luar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494177070667904754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto teu toque &lt;br /&gt;E sussurro de amor&lt;br /&gt;Sussurros repetitivos &lt;br /&gt;Gemidos&lt;br /&gt;Corpos quentes&lt;br /&gt;Iluminados pela luz da lua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lua nos observa&lt;br /&gt;Encantada com tamanha entrega&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto seus dedos dedilham meu corpo nu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A luz do luar é nossa testemunha ocular&lt;br /&gt;De todo amor que em nosso peito há&lt;br /&gt;Não há como fugir do encanto&lt;br /&gt;Da magia&lt;br /&gt;A lua nos ilumina&lt;br /&gt;Aquece&lt;br /&gt;Hipnotiza&lt;br /&gt;É ela a lua que nos ensina&lt;br /&gt;A verdadeira forma de amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sobre a luz do luar hipnotizante&lt;br /&gt;Iluminados amantes&lt;br /&gt;Entregam-se ao querer&lt;br /&gt;Um querer de alma&lt;br /&gt;Poder que acalma&lt;br /&gt;Total prazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E no ápice do amor&lt;br /&gt;Esquecemos a dor da distância&lt;br /&gt;Somos meninos&lt;br /&gt;Crianças&lt;br /&gt;Dançando a mais doce ciranda&lt;br /&gt;De um amor que iluminado foi&lt;br /&gt;Pela luz da lua&lt;br /&gt;Lua cheia do nosso amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nanda Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TG62FXA9IHI/AAAAAAAAPlc/-S20-mzVYT4/s1600/Rosas+-+Nanda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TG62FXA9IHI/AAAAAAAAPlc/-S20-mzVYT4/s400/Rosas+-+Nanda.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507539597514317938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nanda&lt;br /&gt;O teu Amigo de coração estará sempre na tua caminhada. Não olhes para trás...&lt;br /&gt;Vai e caminha ao encontro da felicidade. Quando a encontrares sê feliz e eu também serei!&lt;br /&gt;Beijo com carinho do &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ZÉ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-4553761866116935648?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4553761866116935648/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/confessa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/4553761866116935648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/4553761866116935648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/confessa.html' title='A Luz do luar'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TD8877ZBtvI/AAAAAAAAOwM/SkUf3eAYW48/s72-c/A+luz+do+luar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-1516879173295022923</id><published>2010-08-14T15:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T15:52:35.521+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Com a Poesia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TGamKqyrQwI/AAAAAAAAPa4/mG5lAK-rNaY/s1600/Com+a+poesia+....bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TGamKqyrQwI/AAAAAAAAPa4/mG5lAK-rNaY/s400/Com+a+poesia+....bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505270296722752258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a poesia,&lt;br /&gt;sinto alegria;&lt;br /&gt;repousam os dilemas,&lt;br /&gt;nascem os poemas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a poesia,&lt;br /&gt;param as angústias,&lt;br /&gt;as tristezas,&lt;br /&gt;as desilusões.&lt;br /&gt;Com a poesia&lt;br /&gt;nascem emoções,&lt;br /&gt;mensagens de paz,&lt;br /&gt;harmonia e amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a poesia&lt;br /&gt;nasce a esperança&lt;br /&gt;de viver&lt;br /&gt;e de conhecer amigos,&lt;br /&gt;amigos de verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Com a poesia,&lt;br /&gt;nasce a libertação,&lt;br /&gt;a conversão&lt;br /&gt;aos valores humanos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a poesia&lt;br /&gt;nasce um estilo,&lt;br /&gt;uma forma de vida,&lt;br /&gt;uma visão do mundo,&lt;br /&gt;que leva o poeta&lt;br /&gt;à descoberta:&lt;br /&gt;da verdade,&lt;br /&gt;da realidade,&lt;br /&gt;sem palavra encoberta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a poesia,&lt;br /&gt;nasce a minha poesia…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TGasSwxGaTI/AAAAAAAAPbY/c8xzVTK9xbE/s1600/Rosa+-+com+a+poesia.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TGasSwxGaTI/AAAAAAAAPbY/c8xzVTK9xbE/s400/Rosa+-+com+a+poesia.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505277032835475762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-1516879173295022923?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1516879173295022923/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/com-poesia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/1516879173295022923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/1516879173295022923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/com-poesia.html' title='Com a Poesia...'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TGamKqyrQwI/AAAAAAAAPa4/mG5lAK-rNaY/s72-c/Com+a+poesia+....bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-1442072452418239390</id><published>2010-08-06T20:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T20:20:07.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Encontros meu caminho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TFxSUmG7aJI/AAAAAAAAPTQ/9Cyw0rCtSZs/s1600/Encontros+no+meu+caminho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 386px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TFxSUmG7aJI/AAAAAAAAPTQ/9Cyw0rCtSZs/s400/Encontros+no+meu+caminho.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502363358520371346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflectindo sobre a minha Vida e nesta última fase vejo encontros que me estavam pre-destinados!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguns se assemelham tanto, que vieram parar a mim sem os procurar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tempo e momento certos enfrentei o passado de duas mulheres, que foi violento,vividos e sofridos com marcas, que me inpressionaram e me fez estender a minha mão amiga e solidária!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofri o que passaram, por vezes, ao ponto de imaginar como teria sido e envolvendo-me muito com elas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é fácil renovar a estrutura emocional duma mulher vitima de passado violento; ela vive um silêncio como sua própria “defesa” e há que lhe inspirar confiança para que aceitem partilhar o que existe dentro delas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consegui que tudo isso acontecesse e vissem em mim, em primeiro lugar o homem para as ajudar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante este tempo os laços afectivos vão se aproximando e começam indícios de que já temos necessidade de nos sentir, isto é, que o distante se torna próximo e convivemos como se estivéssemos na mesma casa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para isto haverá total sintonia ao ponto de quase se saber o que outro vai dizer ou quer fazer. Também haverá um total entendimento, que facilitará a vivência diária de cada um!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estes dois casos que marcam a minha Vida parecem contos de fadas, mas são Vida. Uma realidade de amor incondicional, que leva cada uma das pessoas envolvidas a sentir gratidão, porque deixaram de existir, mas passaram a viver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;E como disse Vinicius de Moraes: "A vida é a arte do encontro, embora haja tantos desencontros pela vida". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada uma como Mulheres livres de pensamento e de acção seguiram na busca do seu caminho e eu continuo no meu até ao sorriso final!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TFxYcEb5jMI/AAAAAAAAPTg/IqknyjOGnfU/s1600/duas+rosas.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TFxYcEb5jMI/AAAAAAAAPTg/IqknyjOGnfU/s400/duas+rosas.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502370083990244546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-1442072452418239390?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1442072452418239390/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/encontros-meu-caminho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/1442072452418239390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/1442072452418239390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/encontros-meu-caminho.html' title='Encontros meu caminho...'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TFxSUmG7aJI/AAAAAAAAPTQ/9Cyw0rCtSZs/s72-c/Encontros+no+meu+caminho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-5931320830691220004</id><published>2010-08-03T14:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T14:40:52.424+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/SqqhpEEw54I/AAAAAAAAGFs/ybOC2n-F95Y/s1600-h/Amar+voc%C3%AA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/SqqhpEEw54I/AAAAAAAAGFs/ybOC2n-F95Y/s400/Amar+voc%C3%AA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380290431687911298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me como se estivesse a sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Quando me vejo na luz do teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Ao teu lado desejo sempre estar&lt;br /&gt;O teu sorriso me fascina&lt;br /&gt;tornando-me assim refém dos lábios teus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando a noite fria chega&lt;br /&gt;O teu amor aquece o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Desvendando no breu de uma noite triste e escura&lt;br /&gt;Uma linda e iluminada constelação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu és a luz que faltava em minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Minha paz &lt;br /&gt;Minha dádiva&lt;br /&gt;Eterna alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar-te é assim&lt;br /&gt;Estar sempre juntos&lt;br /&gt;De mãos dadas&lt;br /&gt;Parceiros no mundo&lt;br /&gt;Se querer todo segundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar você é assim&lt;br /&gt;A melhor coisa do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nanda Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[....]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensar em ti&lt;br /&gt;é voar por aí.&lt;br /&gt;Libertar a tristeza&lt;br /&gt;conquistar a alegria,&lt;br /&gt;não me sentir só!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensar em ti&lt;br /&gt;é sonhar&lt;br /&gt;com a mulher cautelosa,&lt;br /&gt;sensível, gentil,&lt;br /&gt;generosa,&lt;br /&gt;muito subtil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensar em ti,&lt;br /&gt;é amar&lt;br /&gt;a mulher generosa,&lt;br /&gt;por um amor crescente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-5931320830691220004?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5931320830691220004/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/amar-voce.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/5931320830691220004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/5931320830691220004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/amar-voce.html' title='Amar você'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/SqqhpEEw54I/AAAAAAAAGFs/ybOC2n-F95Y/s72-c/Amar+voc%C3%AA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-4137475962238828275</id><published>2010-08-01T12:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T12:39:26.061+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu Tu Nós</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/S2YAVwQP1AI/AAAAAAAALEE/PNl2Vv_yezg/s1600-h/Eu+Tu+N%C3%B3s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433030374199383042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/S2YAVwQP1AI/AAAAAAAALEE/PNl2Vv_yezg/s400/Eu+Tu+N%C3%B3s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhos nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Mil instintos&lt;br /&gt;Corpos colados&lt;br /&gt;Fêmea e macho no cio&lt;br /&gt;Ouvem-se gemidos&lt;br /&gt;Mãos se tocando&lt;br /&gt;Almas se amando&lt;br /&gt;Ambos querendo&lt;br /&gt;Desejando&lt;br /&gt;Para os dois não há embaraços&lt;br /&gt;Nem empecilhos&lt;br /&gt;Nem tempo&lt;br /&gt;Nem cansaço&lt;br /&gt;Um ao outro devorando&lt;br /&gt;Acariciando&lt;br /&gt;Um amor para todos os meses do ano&lt;br /&gt;Assim&lt;br /&gt;Eu&lt;br /&gt;Tu&lt;br /&gt;Em uma só vontade&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de estar para sempre juntos&lt;br /&gt;Vontade&lt;br /&gt;De nos amarmos de verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu, tu, nós&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nanda Costa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-4137475962238828275?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4137475962238828275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/eu-tu-nos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/4137475962238828275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/4137475962238828275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/eu-tu-nos.html' title='Eu Tu Nós'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/S2YAVwQP1AI/AAAAAAAALEE/PNl2Vv_yezg/s72-c/Eu+Tu+N%C3%B3s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-2223265026570965871</id><published>2010-07-29T17:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T17:15:23.894+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo o tempo para te amar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/SxcoDOZA3pI/AAAAAAAAIsA/drfSAv9nZAU/s1600-h/Todo+o+tempo+de+amar-te.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/SxcoDOZA3pI/AAAAAAAAIsA/drfSAv9nZAU/s400/Todo+o+tempo+de+amar-te.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410837513176669842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo o tempo&lt;br /&gt;é tempo de amar-te!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo&lt;br /&gt;passa por nós&lt;br /&gt;e neste amor fascinante,&lt;br /&gt;não damos por ele!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só nos lembramos&lt;br /&gt;desta paixão ardente,&lt;br /&gt;que nos une&lt;br /&gt;num silêncio alucinante,&lt;br /&gt;de loucura&lt;br /&gt;por tanto amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo o tempo&lt;br /&gt;é tempo de amar-te!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrego-te &lt;br /&gt;o meu corpo, a minha alma&lt;br /&gt;enquanto a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;for tempo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-2223265026570965871?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2223265026570965871/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/todo-o-tempo-para-te-amar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/2223265026570965871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/2223265026570965871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/todo-o-tempo-para-te-amar.html' title='Todo o tempo para te amar!'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/SxcoDOZA3pI/AAAAAAAAIsA/drfSAv9nZAU/s72-c/Todo+o+tempo+de+amar-te.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-3959414366418259881</id><published>2010-07-22T03:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T03:34:50.134+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A busca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/Sp7lqIX66qI/AAAAAAAAF3Q/ZwTcwBoBIsc/s1600-h/A+busca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 385px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/Sp7lqIX66qI/AAAAAAAAF3Q/ZwTcwBoBIsc/s400/A+busca.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376987517092031138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasgo a noite em busca de ti,&lt;br /&gt;Do acalento das tuas palavras e dos teus abraços em sólida cumplicidade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasgo a noite, porque sei onde fica a tua janela.&lt;br /&gt;Quero falar de amor, de futuro, de belas certezas e embriagar-me de beleza.&lt;br /&gt;Cantar a beleza... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avivo o entusiasmo, desembrulho os desejos,&lt;br /&gt;Absorvo as excentricidades e faço delas, parte do meu mistério. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo fundir o sonho à realidade e que tudo acabe por se agigantar em uma possível realização.&lt;br /&gt;Quero deslizar no teu cheiro e beijar-te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijar-te muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasgo a noite em busca de ti, com esta vontade de vencer os receios de menina que deseja germinar novas sensações &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que acredita em grandes e vulcânicas paixões. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nanda Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-3959414366418259881?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3959414366418259881/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/busca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/3959414366418259881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/3959414366418259881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/busca.html' title='A busca'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/Sp7lqIX66qI/AAAAAAAAF3Q/ZwTcwBoBIsc/s72-c/A+busca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-2827441668626824729</id><published>2010-07-21T22:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T22:30:36.765+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Por tua causa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TEdcG5oVRSI/AAAAAAAAO7c/dCgfCbR0RCQ/s1600/Blog+-+Amor.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TEdcG5oVRSI/AAAAAAAAO7c/dCgfCbR0RCQ/s400/Blog+-+Amor.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496463143847937314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por tua causa &lt;br /&gt;a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;nunca mais foi a mesma;&lt;br /&gt;tudo se alterou&lt;br /&gt;na rotina, no descanso,&lt;br /&gt;mas em mim&lt;br /&gt;- o Homem -&lt;br /&gt;houve a conquista&lt;br /&gt;de valores adormecidos&lt;br /&gt;e hoje fortalecidos,&lt;br /&gt;que fazem do poeta&lt;br /&gt;um homem com outra visão,&lt;br /&gt;Com horizontes sem limites &lt;br /&gt;no espaço e no tempo,&lt;br /&gt;numa entrega desmedida&lt;br /&gt;àqueles que me seguem,&lt;br /&gt;acarinham e valorizam,&lt;br /&gt;tornando o meu sentir e acreditar&lt;br /&gt;em verdadeira sintonia,&lt;br /&gt;que recuando no tempo,&lt;br /&gt;sonhava, pretendia,&lt;br /&gt;mas não sabia &lt;br /&gt;se qonquistaria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje&lt;br /&gt;por tua causa&lt;br /&gt;estou reflectindo em palavras&lt;br /&gt;e apenas por tua causa,&lt;br /&gt;escrevendo&lt;br /&gt;poesia da paz,&lt;br /&gt;da harmonia e do amor...&lt;br /&gt;... a minha poesia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-2827441668626824729?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2827441668626824729/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/por-tua-causa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/2827441668626824729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/2827441668626824729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/por-tua-causa.html' title='Por tua causa!'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TEdcG5oVRSI/AAAAAAAAO7c/dCgfCbR0RCQ/s72-c/Blog+-+Amor.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-4613115303726885078</id><published>2010-07-21T12:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T12:42:33.283+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TAjgo_9pilI/AAAAAAAANtE/3xVmiiuCQ_E/s1600/Borboleta+na+minha+vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TAjgo_9pilI/AAAAAAAANtE/3xVmiiuCQ_E/s400/Borboleta+na+minha+vida.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478875941665606226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;Que carrega nas asas&lt;br /&gt;seus dias&lt;br /&gt;suas noites&lt;br /&gt;seus amores&lt;br /&gt;suas dores&lt;br /&gt;suas sombras&lt;br /&gt;seu mundo&lt;br /&gt;seus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;seus medos&lt;br /&gt;seus anseios..desejos.&lt;br /&gt;Borboleta que chora &lt;br /&gt;por achar o fardo pesado demais&lt;br /&gt;mas sempre acreditando no que dizem&lt;br /&gt;que nos é dado aquilo que pudemos suportar.&lt;br /&gt;Me sinto assim&lt;br /&gt;Uma pequena e frágil borboleta&lt;br /&gt;diante de tudo que carrego&lt;br /&gt;e suporto&lt;br /&gt;calada&lt;br /&gt;sozinha&lt;br /&gt;assustada.&lt;br /&gt;Mas mesmo assim insisto voar&lt;br /&gt;tentando sempre levar adiante meu destino.&lt;br /&gt;vou com elas.&lt;br /&gt;Duas.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre duas&lt;br /&gt;Sempre companheiras&lt;br /&gt;Asas..&lt;br /&gt;Não são elas os maiores convites a voar?&lt;br /&gt;A pensar? A sonhar?&lt;br /&gt;Se elas me foram dadas&lt;br /&gt;é um desperdício não voar e arriscar.&lt;br /&gt;Sou assim uma criatura alada das alturas&lt;br /&gt;uma doce criatura liberada.&lt;br /&gt;que se permite todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;mergulhar no precipício da imaginação&lt;br /&gt;sempre acreditando&lt;br /&gt;que por ser o que sou&lt;br /&gt;alcançarei os mais altos céus&lt;br /&gt;ouvindo sempre&lt;br /&gt;a doce voz que tem meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nanda Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[...]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há muito&lt;br /&gt;que voas por mim,&lt;br /&gt;em mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voas, voas,&lt;br /&gt;sem descanso,&lt;br /&gt;vais &lt;br /&gt;para onde vou;&lt;br /&gt;na manhã de cada dia,&lt;br /&gt;páras junto a mim&lt;br /&gt;e no teu frenesim,&lt;br /&gt;acordas-me,&lt;br /&gt;mostras-me o Sol,&lt;br /&gt;que nos ilumina&lt;br /&gt;e começas&lt;br /&gt;os teus movimentos&lt;br /&gt;de carinho,&lt;br /&gt;preocupação&lt;br /&gt;e dedicação por mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso,&lt;br /&gt;penso muito,&lt;br /&gt;donde veio ela&lt;br /&gt;e porque se dedicou a mim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma borboleta assim,&lt;br /&gt;terá amor?&lt;br /&gt;Amor por um homem&lt;br /&gt;que lhe dá atenção,&lt;br /&gt;dá o coração&lt;br /&gt;para quem o acarinha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chamo-lhe Butterfly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou por aí,&lt;br /&gt;pelas ruas da cidade&lt;br /&gt;com ela no meu ombro,&lt;br /&gt;todos nos olham,&lt;br /&gt;de espanto,&lt;br /&gt;de admiração&lt;br /&gt;sorrindo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como uma borboleta&lt;br /&gt;com tanta liberdade,&lt;br /&gt;se priva dela,&lt;br /&gt;para não me abandonar&lt;br /&gt;e viver comigo,&lt;br /&gt;para todo o sempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Este mexeu bastante comigo, tanto pelas palavras de dois que admiro, quer pela música que invade e abana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns aos dois por este soberbo momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eduarda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-4613115303726885078?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4613115303726885078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/butterfly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/4613115303726885078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Vejo-te distante!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TEXfzSgcEFI/AAAAAAAAO58/QRUczZOLymY/s1600/partida.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TEXfzSgcEFI/AAAAAAAAO58/QRUczZOLymY/s400/partida.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496044992509775954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão perto já estivemos,&lt;br /&gt;mas vejo-te distante,&lt;br /&gt;não sei,&lt;br /&gt;mas sinto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dou-te&lt;br /&gt;o amor que posso,&lt;br /&gt;sem pedir nada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas&lt;br /&gt;que sejas generosa,&lt;br /&gt;que me acompanhes&lt;br /&gt;nesta vida ruinosa,&lt;br /&gt;em que o ar que respiro&lt;br /&gt;é o que me resta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas&lt;br /&gt;que compreendas&lt;br /&gt;um homem de amor,&lt;br /&gt;que te vê&lt;br /&gt;para além do desejo&lt;br /&gt;e do prazer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas&lt;br /&gt;vejo-te distante …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-5172186980684489258?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5172186980684489258/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/vejo-te-distante.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/5172186980684489258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Pomba que desejo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TEWK7WShJ_I/AAAAAAAAO5E/jbiNoKDmqaI/s1600/A+pomba+que+desejo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TEWK7WShJ_I/AAAAAAAAO5E/jbiNoKDmqaI/s400/A+pomba+que+desejo.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495951672475723762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voas,&lt;br /&gt;voas por aí,&lt;br /&gt;sem descanso&lt;br /&gt;na busca constante&lt;br /&gt;e em cada instante,&lt;br /&gt;de paz, harmonia&lt;br /&gt;e amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cansada,&lt;br /&gt;mas não desistes;&lt;br /&gt;sentes em mim&lt;br /&gt;a tua força interior&lt;br /&gt;e caminhamos sempre&lt;br /&gt;com mensagens,&lt;br /&gt;de poesia com Luz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste pensamento&lt;br /&gt;que nos pertence,&lt;br /&gt;só tu&lt;br /&gt;és a pomba que desejo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-4492677188160068185?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4492677188160068185/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/pomba-que-desejo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/4492677188160068185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/4492677188160068185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/pomba-que-desejo.html' title='Pomba que desejo!'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TEWK7WShJ_I/AAAAAAAAO5E/jbiNoKDmqaI/s72-c/A+pomba+que+desejo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-68965200411913150</id><published>2010-07-19T22:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T22:03:28.964+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Visto-te</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/S3QCsnHdhoI/AAAAAAAALZs/K-xc_ePUTDI/s1600-h/Visto-te+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/S3QCsnHdhoI/AAAAAAAALZs/K-xc_ePUTDI/s400/Visto-te+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436973615580808834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visto-te&lt;br /&gt;de rosas vermelhas&lt;br /&gt;para sentires o seu aroma,&lt;br /&gt;o nosso perfume!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visto-te&lt;br /&gt;de rosas vermelhas&lt;br /&gt;quando digas:&lt;br /&gt;“precisava tanto”...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visto-te&lt;br /&gt;de rosas vermelhas&lt;br /&gt;quando uses “Para ti”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visto-te&lt;br /&gt;de rosas vermelhas&lt;br /&gt;quando pensares&lt;br /&gt;na minha voz,&lt;br /&gt;nas minhas palavras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visto-te&lt;br /&gt;de rosas vermelhas&lt;br /&gt;quando não me vires,&lt;br /&gt;mas pressentires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visto-te&lt;br /&gt;de rosas vermelhas &lt;br /&gt;enquanto houver amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Manuel Brazão &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-68965200411913150?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/68965200411913150/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/visto-te.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/68965200411913150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/68965200411913150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/visto-te.html' title='Visto-te'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/S3QCsnHdhoI/AAAAAAAALZs/K-xc_ePUTDI/s72-c/Visto-te+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-138494549514937554</id><published>2010-07-18T17:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T21:24:44.531+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nunca morri, apenas adormeci perante a vida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TEMGoVfpRyI/AAAAAAAAO1c/-tOiyx-XgGY/s1600/N%C3%A3o+morri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TEMGoVfpRyI/AAAAAAAAO1c/-tOiyx-XgGY/s400/N%C3%A3o+morri.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495243260356544290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não,nunca morri,&lt;br /&gt;apenas adormeci&lt;br /&gt;perante a Vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando acordei&lt;br /&gt;questionei&lt;br /&gt;os sonhos havidos,&lt;br /&gt;a sua razão,&lt;br /&gt;o meu optimismo,&lt;br /&gt;a minha esperança,&lt;br /&gt;a minha doação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixei&lt;br /&gt;o tempo correr;&lt;br /&gt;em cada instante&lt;br /&gt;oportunidades perdidas,&lt;br /&gt;mas valeu a pena&lt;br /&gt;este percurso de Vida,&lt;br /&gt;porque acordei a tempo&lt;br /&gt;de recuperar&lt;br /&gt;o tempo adormecido&lt;br /&gt;e ter-te conhecido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*Ao ler o texto “Você é a razão” de Graciele Gessner gostei tanto da frase final, que dei título a este poema*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-138494549514937554?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/138494549514937554/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/nunca-morri-apenas-adormeci-perante.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/138494549514937554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/138494549514937554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/nunca-morri-apenas-adormeci-perante.html' title='Nunca morri, apenas adormeci perante a vida!'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TEMGoVfpRyI/AAAAAAAAO1c/-tOiyx-XgGY/s72-c/N%C3%A3o+morri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-3452453122926870389</id><published>2010-07-16T19:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T20:00:25.942+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade do teu olhar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TECsPMTZ7QI/AAAAAAAAOzc/4uvPnwLP-rw/s1600/Saudade+do+teu+olhar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TECsPMTZ7QI/AAAAAAAAOzc/4uvPnwLP-rw/s400/Saudade+do+teu+olhar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494580922392636674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;levou-me à paixão.&lt;br /&gt;depois ao amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um amor sem limites,&lt;br /&gt;sem hesitação,&lt;br /&gt;bebendo as tuas palavras,&lt;br /&gt;a tua dedicação,&lt;br /&gt;o teu amor em silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;por vezes escondido,&lt;br /&gt;outras vezes assumido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém roubará &lt;br /&gt;este amor que corre,&lt;br /&gt;que se alimenta em nós!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não chega&lt;br /&gt;a saudade do teu olhar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor&lt;br /&gt;pede&lt;br /&gt;o teu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;a tua alma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-3452453122926870389?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3452453122926870389/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/saudade-do-teu-olhar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/3452453122926870389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/3452453122926870389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/saudade-do-teu-olhar.html' title='Saudade do teu olhar!'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TECsPMTZ7QI/AAAAAAAAOzc/4uvPnwLP-rw/s72-c/Saudade+do+teu+olhar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-7177465873223058484</id><published>2010-07-16T12:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T17:17:24.592+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem ti!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TCYNigKGvuI/AAAAAAAAOYE/2qxCSOkqoBI/s1600/Sem+ti.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TCYNigKGvuI/AAAAAAAAOYE/2qxCSOkqoBI/s400/Sem+ti.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487088082396561122" name="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487088082396561122"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha vida&lt;br /&gt;sem ti&lt;br /&gt;não faz sentido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te&lt;br /&gt;como nunca amei,&lt;br /&gt;está em mim&lt;br /&gt;como parte da minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amas&lt;br /&gt;e vives esta paixão&lt;br /&gt;sofrendo,&lt;br /&gt;cada hora, cada dia,&lt;br /&gt;como se houvesse&lt;br /&gt;apenas presente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;é uma rosa viçosa,&lt;br /&gt;Cuidada em cada dia,&lt;br /&gt;e só morrerá,&lt;br /&gt;quando nós também!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uma Mulher e um Homem que viveram uma linda história de amor!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;indo poema...&lt;br /&gt;Há momentos que parecem não fazer sentido.&lt;br /&gt;A falta se faz presente e nosso coração chora e grita, pela falta do sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E... ahhh...Adorei a Imagem!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARABÉNS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Arthur Gameiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-7177465873223058484?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7177465873223058484/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/sem-ti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/7177465873223058484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/7177465873223058484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/sem-ti.html' title='Sem ti!'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TCYNigKGvuI/AAAAAAAAOYE/2qxCSOkqoBI/s72-c/Sem+ti.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-7864139251188661719</id><published>2010-07-15T17:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T17:18:57.911+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor por ti!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/S2GRBM3Jg4I/AAAAAAAAK6M/MZ4WsEZ8fvE/s1600-h/Voc%C3%AA+e+o+vento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431782075403961218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/S2GRBM3Jg4I/AAAAAAAAK6M/MZ4WsEZ8fvE/s400/Voc%C3%AA+e+o+vento.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao fechar meus olhos posso te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Na brisa suave do vento que agora está a me tocar&lt;br /&gt;Vejo teu rosto amado meu&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-o bem juntinho ao meu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tocas-me como o vento trazendo alegria&lt;br /&gt;Muita paz e calmaria&lt;br /&gt;Teu amor é minha companhia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que delicia é sentir o teu tocar&lt;br /&gt;Tu és o próprio vento&lt;br /&gt;Vento que toca minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Vento que me faz amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NANDACosta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[....]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te&lt;br /&gt;e sempre te amarei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos&lt;br /&gt;um para o outro!&lt;br /&gt;Tu mulher de paixão&lt;br /&gt;eu suando amor,&lt;br /&gt;dá um grande amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos este amor&lt;br /&gt;em nossos silêncios,&lt;br /&gt;com sofrimentos,&lt;br /&gt;com lutas interiores,&lt;br /&gt;mas com corações&lt;br /&gt;entregues a este amor,&lt;br /&gt;arrebatador,&lt;br /&gt;lindo e profundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofres muito&lt;br /&gt;por mim!&lt;br /&gt;Vês duas pombas a voar&lt;br /&gt;e acenas para a favorita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A da Paz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já poisou&lt;br /&gt;muitas vezes no teu ombro&lt;br /&gt;e tu choras&lt;br /&gt;por tanto carinho&lt;br /&gt;e por não a levares contigo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes&lt;br /&gt;que ela voltará&lt;br /&gt;todos os dias,&lt;br /&gt;à mesma hora&lt;br /&gt;e aparece a tua alegria&lt;br /&gt;dum amor vivido,&lt;br /&gt;conquistado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuamos&lt;br /&gt;os nossos silêncios,&lt;br /&gt;sempre com saudade,&lt;br /&gt;até ao momento&lt;br /&gt;em que este amor,&lt;br /&gt;será amor eterno …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-7864139251188661719?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7864139251188661719/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/amor-por-ti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/7864139251188661719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/7864139251188661719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/amor-por-ti.html' title='Amor por ti!'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/S2GRBM3Jg4I/AAAAAAAAK6M/MZ4WsEZ8fvE/s72-c/Voc%C3%AA+e+o+vento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-1475064211935038476</id><published>2010-07-15T16:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T16:40:13.252+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pérola poética</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TD5EFO6Z0AI/AAAAAAAAOvE/TnGNfUhPq8w/s1600/P%C3%A9rola+po%C3%A9tica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TD5EFO6Z0AI/AAAAAAAAOvE/TnGNfUhPq8w/s400/P%C3%A9rola+po%C3%A9tica.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493903452131676162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrevi palavras,&lt;br /&gt;muitas palavras,&lt;br /&gt;com pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;e sentimentos,&lt;br /&gt;que fizeram de mim&lt;br /&gt;um homem&lt;br /&gt;com momentos&lt;br /&gt;de beleza e tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;de encanto e amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo o que sinto&lt;br /&gt;na minha poesia...&lt;br /&gt;Poesia &lt;br /&gt;que se revejam nela&lt;br /&gt;como um reflexo da Vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflexo&lt;br /&gt;do que observo,&lt;br /&gt;sinto ou desejo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para uns&lt;br /&gt;são pérolas poéticas,&lt;br /&gt;para mim&lt;br /&gt;apenas as minhas pérolas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dedico à minha querida Amiga e Poeta Marilandia Marques Rollo a quem devo o título do poema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-1475064211935038476?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1475064211935038476/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/perola-poetica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/1475064211935038476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/1475064211935038476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/perola-poetica.html' title='Pérola poética'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TD5EFO6Z0AI/AAAAAAAAOvE/TnGNfUhPq8w/s72-c/P%C3%A9rola+po%C3%A9tica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-8017879440018909676</id><published>2010-07-12T15:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T15:32:26.080+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembra de mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TDsmBaXZa-I/AAAAAAAAOqs/_ffVSxd0tfk/s1600/Lembra+de+mim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TDsmBaXZa-I/AAAAAAAAOqs/_ffVSxd0tfk/s400/Lembra+de+mim.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493025976207633378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembra de mim&lt;br /&gt;mulher da minha Vida,&lt;br /&gt;dos momentos felizes,&lt;br /&gt;dos momentos de glória,&lt;br /&gt;dos momentos&lt;br /&gt;de paixão e amor,&lt;br /&gt;dos viveres&lt;br /&gt;de alegria e tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;dos sentires&lt;br /&gt;de paz, harmonia&lt;br /&gt;e amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-8017879440018909676?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8017879440018909676/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/lembra-de-mim.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/8017879440018909676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/8017879440018909676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/lembra-de-mim.html' title='Lembra de mim'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TDsmBaXZa-I/AAAAAAAAOqs/_ffVSxd0tfk/s72-c/Lembra+de+mim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-3291665762739498028</id><published>2010-07-11T15:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T15:34:36.740+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas me vejo a mim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TDiNFvFdPvI/AAAAAAAAOn4/tlM07WF966I/s1600/Para+ti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 148px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TDiNFvFdPvI/AAAAAAAAOn4/tlM07WF966I/s400/Para+ti.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492294875256536818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saio por aí&lt;br /&gt;sem destino&lt;br /&gt;olhando, pensando&lt;br /&gt;e sentindo aquilo &lt;br /&gt;que não sei explicar,&lt;br /&gt;mas que sinto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida que escolhi&lt;br /&gt;ficou por aí&lt;br /&gt;e abandonei-me&lt;br /&gt;para me preocupar&lt;br /&gt;com os outros &lt;br /&gt;que precisassem de mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saio por aí&lt;br /&gt;e não encontro os outros,&lt;br /&gt;apenas me vejo a mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-3291665762739498028?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3291665762739498028/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/apenas-me-vejo-mim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/3291665762739498028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/3291665762739498028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/apenas-me-vejo-mim.html' title='Apenas me vejo a mim!'/><author><name>José Manuel 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10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TCoOUVHDyFI/AAAAAAAAOcc/m9RI-v_wlHM/s400/Uma+vida+com+estrelas+sem+c%C3%A9u.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488214838331295826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quis parar neste tempo,&lt;br /&gt;olhar pela sua memória&lt;br /&gt;e recordar tempos de outrora,&lt;br /&gt;de passado recente,&lt;br /&gt;tempos de agora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi muitas estrelas na vida,&lt;br /&gt;que brilhavam &lt;br /&gt;iluminando meu corpo e alma&lt;br /&gt;e outras apenas meu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi um desfile constante&lt;br /&gt;em muitas noites de luar,&lt;br /&gt;mas algumas &lt;br /&gt;Não brilhavam como outras!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passou tempo...&lt;br /&gt;E hoje entendo&lt;br /&gt;que já não brilhavam,&lt;br /&gt;porque se escondiam&lt;br /&gt;com vergonha&lt;br /&gt;do mal que me fizeram...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal&lt;br /&gt;eram estrelas sem céu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-7186276051646888593?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7186276051646888593/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/uma-vida-com-estrelas-sem-ceu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/7186276051646888593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/7186276051646888593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/uma-vida-com-estrelas-sem-ceu.html' title='Uma Vida com estrelas sem Céu'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TCoOUVHDyFI/AAAAAAAAOcc/m9RI-v_wlHM/s72-c/Uma+vida+com+estrelas+sem+c%C3%A9u.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-853958138534057560</id><published>2010-07-05T17:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T17:02:57.438+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Instantes  (Vida) ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TDD1vh-IHLI/AAAAAAAAOjI/AsRtsUP-ZY0/s1600/Eu+e+Luciana.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TDD1vh-IHLI/AAAAAAAAOjI/AsRtsUP-ZY0/s400/Eu+e+Luciana.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490158142686239922" name="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490158142686239922"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida&lt;br /&gt;correu veloz,&lt;br /&gt;tão depressa&lt;br /&gt;que o passado&lt;br /&gt;saltou para o presente&lt;br /&gt;quase não me deixando&lt;br /&gt;reflectir o que se passou&lt;br /&gt;e permitir&lt;br /&gt;que erros fossem corrigidos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sentindo a vida&lt;br /&gt;como instantes,&lt;br /&gt;parei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... e vi que o caminho&lt;br /&gt;era curto, tudo parecia fácil,&lt;br /&gt;mas não...&lt;br /&gt;Eu teria o meu rumo previsto&lt;br /&gt;que não permitia desvios...&lt;br /&gt;Aí a minha Vida não teria jeito,&lt;br /&gt;mais se complicaria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apareceu uma luz, a Luz (tu)&lt;br /&gt;que me estendeu a mão&lt;br /&gt;e me levou pelo caminho&lt;br /&gt;que ela em tempos buscava...&lt;br /&gt;Vimos uma claridade,&lt;br /&gt;que nos transportou&lt;br /&gt;para caminhos&lt;br /&gt;nunca antes vistos&lt;br /&gt;ou sequer maginados!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminhos&lt;br /&gt;que sabíamos o seu nome:&lt;br /&gt;Caminhos de Luz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E chegados aí,&lt;br /&gt;aprendemos tudo&lt;br /&gt;o que poderá&lt;br /&gt;uma Mulher e um Homem&lt;br /&gt;aprender da Vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que somos,&lt;br /&gt;quem somos&lt;br /&gt;e para o que viémos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Após a criação do poema a Luz desapareceu e eu tive de renascer e recaminhar até ao sorriso final!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ao ler o seu poema, não ficou o eco apenas, ficou a LUZ que senti vir de Jesus e num abraço profundo, vi o seu sorriso bem profundo na luz que aquece o mundo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amei ler o seu poema feito de verdade e sentimento, repleto de sensibilidade...&lt;br /&gt;Viajei na luz!&lt;br /&gt;Deixo um rasto de luz e um sorriso!&lt;br /&gt;Abraço de paz e muita luz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Alice Barros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-853958138534057560?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/853958138534057560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TDD1vh-IHLI/AAAAAAAAOjI/AsRtsUP-ZY0/s72-c/Eu+e+Luciana.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-5372289599449280814</id><published>2010-07-04T16:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T16:03:57.930+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Por ti daria a Vida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://api.ning.com/files/UQY0W8IURAf*5j8KeJhCrByG2KfZtzsJMOYGCESuz-hQNciVeFQJZOnOYtuIbDdYBk48Ym6H9mZTTBHx-S3E88Mtk4AnX6lp/Porqu.jpg" alt=""/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No amor tudo pode acontecer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paixões incontroladas,&lt;br /&gt;loucos amores,&lt;br /&gt;arrebatadores,&lt;br /&gt;de desejos permanentes,&lt;br /&gt;de prazeres sem fim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amores&lt;br /&gt;que se perpetuam&lt;br /&gt;em que ele lhe diz:&lt;br /&gt;por ti daria a vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela sorri!&lt;br /&gt;Ele olha e pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;porque estás assim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volta a sorrir&lt;br /&gt;e diz:&lt;br /&gt;amor,&lt;br /&gt;tu és a minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Marta Vasil&lt;/span&gt; disse...&lt;br /&gt;"Dar a vida... tu és a minha vida"... duas premissas na cumplicidade do amor, desse amor que bonito que costuma residir nos teus poemas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-5372289599449280814?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5372289599449280814/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-3417064818732657690</id><published>2010-07-03T14:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T14:59:58.201+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ternura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/SseH_l9Pl7I/AAAAAAAAGmo/EV_VZBQtHt8/s1600-h/Amor+ferido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/SseH_l9Pl7I/AAAAAAAAGmo/EV_VZBQtHt8/s400/Amor+ferido.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388425005762582450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando te ouço,&lt;br /&gt;sinto a doçura&lt;br /&gt;das tuas palavras,&lt;br /&gt;a ternura&lt;br /&gt;dos teus gestos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meiga, generosa,&lt;br /&gt;afável.&lt;br /&gt;Chegas e tratas-me &lt;br /&gt;com amor;&lt;br /&gt;Olho para os teus carinhos&lt;br /&gt;e vejo a vida com esplendor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partes,&lt;br /&gt;acenas-me,&lt;br /&gt;começa a saudade,&lt;br /&gt;até à próxima vez…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Uma declaração que é uma oração de amor!&lt;br /&gt;Abraço!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Augusto Cola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-3417064818732657690?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3417064818732657690/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/SseH_l9Pl7I/AAAAAAAAGmo/EV_VZBQtHt8/s72-c/Amor+ferido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-8654971248029818895</id><published>2010-06-28T21:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T21:36:18.330+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou o teu amanhecer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TAeYt6OpXyI/AAAAAAAANsE/KRdxlf69nr0/s1600/Sou+o+teu+amanhecer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 343px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TAeYt6OpXyI/AAAAAAAANsE/KRdxlf69nr0/s400/Sou+o+teu+amanhecer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478515386211720994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordas&lt;br /&gt;e o Sol entra,&lt;br /&gt;poisa no teu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;e sentes&lt;br /&gt;teu coração quente,&lt;br /&gt;num amor ardente,&lt;br /&gt;como sonharas&lt;br /&gt;e Ele te trouxe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viste em mim,&lt;br /&gt;que sou o teu amanhecer,&lt;br /&gt;e tu e eu renasceremos&lt;br /&gt;para a Vida,&lt;br /&gt;rumando ao futuro,&lt;br /&gt;esquecendo o passado,&lt;br /&gt;vivendo o presente&lt;br /&gt;e ansiando pelo futuro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou o teu amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;e viveremos&lt;br /&gt;novas primaveras&lt;br /&gt;de harmonia, paz&lt;br /&gt;e amor iluminados!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para ti, por ti.&lt;br /&gt;Mulher que mantém comigo raízes de amor;&lt;br /&gt;um amor para além da Vida!&lt;br /&gt;Beijo do ZÉ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-8654971248029818895?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TAeYt6OpXyI/AAAAAAAANsE/KRdxlf69nr0/s72-c/Sou+o+teu+amanhecer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-805085641162404610</id><published>2010-06-27T01:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T01:37:27.283+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Percurso de Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TCacWdKBrFI/AAAAAAAAOZM/SVzKEo2zHmo/s1600/estrelas_07.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 155px; height: 143px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TCacWdKBrFI/AAAAAAAAOZM/SVzKEo2zHmo/s400/estrelas_07.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487245105595264082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/S3KlQZ6ldAI/AAAAAAAALYs/QsrcRdIDDQI/s1600-h/percurso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/S3KlQZ6ldAI/AAAAAAAALYs/QsrcRdIDDQI/s400/percurso.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436589401442710530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminho longo&lt;br /&gt;percorrido&lt;br /&gt;com obstáculos&lt;br /&gt;que superei,&lt;br /&gt;uns por mim&lt;br /&gt;e outros ajudado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por quem?&lt;br /&gt;Alguém!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No caminho longo&lt;br /&gt;encontrei de tudo,&lt;br /&gt;coisas boas e más.&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas &lt;br /&gt;que me davam a mão,&lt;br /&gt;pessoas&lt;br /&gt;que me traziam no coração,&lt;br /&gt;mas ele era artificial!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uns&lt;br /&gt;ficaram para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Outros&lt;br /&gt; ficaram pelo caminho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu&lt;br /&gt;continuo o percurso,&lt;br /&gt;caminho longo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TiChA&lt;/strong&gt; disse... &lt;br /&gt;Nunca estamos sozinhos na caminhada da nossa vida... Acredito que existe alguém que não vemos, mas que nos guia... &lt;br /&gt;É bom quando temos alguém que tem a capacidade de nos ajudar a superar os obstáculos que encontramos na caminhada da vida... &lt;br /&gt;É bom levar os verdadeiros amigos connosco no percurso da vida... E deixar para tras aqueles que só estão connosco por interesse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O criador nos deu o livre árbitrio pra isso!para escolhermos nossos próprios caminhos.&lt;br /&gt;Cada um segue o seu conforme a sua própria escolha,o seu caminho zé é florido!&lt;br /&gt;pq você é uma pessoa muito iluminada e que faz o bem a todos!&lt;br /&gt;Sei que há momentos ruins pra vc,assim como há momentos ruins pra todos nós.&lt;br /&gt;Mais tenha certeza que,Deus e seus Amigos sempre estarão contigo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjô&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nanda Costa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-805085641162404610?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/805085641162404610/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/percurso-de-vida.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/805085641162404610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/805085641162404610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/percurso-de-vida.html' title='Percurso de Vida'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TCacWdKBrFI/AAAAAAAAOZM/SVzKEo2zHmo/s72-c/estrelas_07.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-5161596670472874550</id><published>2010-06-26T00:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T00:21:40.978+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Encanto, muito encanto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TCU5rotFuII/AAAAAAAAOXU/vf7igQUfCTc/s1600/ima2louca-vi.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TCU5rotFuII/AAAAAAAAOXU/vf7igQUfCTc/s400/ima2louca-vi.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486855142844512386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encanto,&lt;br /&gt;muito encanto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando vejo&lt;br /&gt;o teu sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;sorriso radioso,&lt;br /&gt;vem vestido de branco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhas-me&lt;br /&gt;e sorris&lt;br /&gt;generosa comigo,&lt;br /&gt;como se há muito&lt;br /&gt;fosse teu amigo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encanto,&lt;br /&gt;muito encanto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já penso,&lt;br /&gt;que ficará saudade,&lt;br /&gt;quando partirmos,&lt;br /&gt;seguindo nossos caminhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficará a amizade &lt;br /&gt;a ternura, com:&lt;br /&gt;encanto,&lt;br /&gt;muito encanto…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-5161596670472874550?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5161596670472874550/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/encanto-muito-encanto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/5161596670472874550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/5161596670472874550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/encanto-muito-encanto.html' title='Encanto, muito encanto!'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TCU5rotFuII/AAAAAAAAOXU/vf7igQUfCTc/s72-c/ima2louca-vi.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-5614840129211713346</id><published>2010-06-25T20:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T20:12:19.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Estás em mim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/S1D1vDlYH_I/AAAAAAAAKOk/OnFs0a7t0MU/s1600-h/Est%C3%A1s+em+mim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/S1D1vDlYH_I/AAAAAAAAKOk/OnFs0a7t0MU/s400/Est%C3%A1s+em+mim.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427107739746181106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia&lt;br /&gt;o sol brilha &lt;br /&gt;a Lua ilumina&lt;br /&gt;tua imagem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estás em mim,&lt;br /&gt;sempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;mostram tua alma&lt;br /&gt;e dizem-me:&lt;br /&gt;Somos os dois&lt;br /&gt;apenas um!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraço-te,&lt;br /&gt;olhamo-nos&lt;br /&gt;e segredamos:&lt;br /&gt;como precisamos&lt;br /&gt; um do outro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou em ti,&lt;br /&gt;estás em mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-5614840129211713346?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5614840129211713346/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/estas-em-mim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/5614840129211713346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/5614840129211713346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/estas-em-mim.html' title='Estás em mim!'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/S1D1vDlYH_I/AAAAAAAAKOk/OnFs0a7t0MU/s72-c/Est%C3%A1s+em+mim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-6422670756476419231</id><published>2010-06-24T13:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T13:27:39.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando penso em ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/S75ppKz25xI/AAAAAAAAMuU/yBudlG_erNs/s1600/Quando+penso+en+ti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/S75ppKz25xI/AAAAAAAAMuU/yBudlG_erNs/s400/Quando+penso+en+ti.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457915954417035026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando penso em ti&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me navegar&lt;br /&gt;Em um imenso mar de paixão&lt;br /&gt;Solto minhas asas&lt;br /&gt;Vôo na imensidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando penso em ti&lt;br /&gt;Penso também em mim&lt;br /&gt;Pois a tua sombra em mim habita&lt;br /&gt;E coabita com os sonhos meus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando paro &lt;br /&gt;Para pensar na minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Vejo a tua vida também &lt;br /&gt;Na minha refletida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teus passos&lt;br /&gt;Teus gestos&lt;br /&gt;Teus desejos&lt;br /&gt;Tudo vejo&lt;br /&gt;Quando penso em ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se em algum dia eu vier a me esquecer de ti&lt;br /&gt;Podes ter a certeza que também me esqueci de mim&lt;br /&gt;Porque minha vida pertence a ti&lt;br /&gt;E a sua vida a mim pertence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim como o luar pertence ao imenso mar&lt;br /&gt;Assim como a flor pertence a terra que lhe alimenta&lt;br /&gt;Pertenço a ti&lt;br /&gt;E em ti me reinvento&lt;br /&gt;Renasço&lt;br /&gt;Nas tuas forças me sustento&lt;br /&gt;Repouso em tuas asas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nanda Costa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-6422670756476419231?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6422670756476419231/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/quando-penso-em-ti_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/6422670756476419231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/6422670756476419231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/quando-penso-em-ti_24.html' title='Quando penso em ti'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/S75ppKz25xI/AAAAAAAAMuU/yBudlG_erNs/s72-c/Quando+penso+en+ti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-634251466772869734</id><published>2010-06-23T14:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T14:15:27.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor além da Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TApCaMs8ThI/AAAAAAAANu4/AcdYkoAAUSM/s1600/Amor+al%C3%A9m+da+vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TApCaMs8ThI/AAAAAAAANu4/AcdYkoAAUSM/s400/Amor+al%C3%A9m+da+vida.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479264914503388690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um homem&lt;br /&gt;Uma mulher&lt;br /&gt;Unidos por um mesmo querer&lt;br /&gt;Por uma mesma vontade&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de amar intensamente&lt;br /&gt;Amar de verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duas vidas distintas&lt;br /&gt;Dois caminhos diferentes&lt;br /&gt;Que unidos foram pelo destino&lt;br /&gt;Que se apaixonaram loucamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amor incomum&lt;br /&gt;Que vence qualquer distância&lt;br /&gt;Amor de alma&lt;br /&gt;Amor distante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor grande&lt;br /&gt;Gigante&lt;br /&gt;Que cresce a cada instante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambos desejam amar&lt;br /&gt;Se entregar completamente&lt;br /&gt;Matar a vontade&lt;br /&gt;Tirar do peito a agonia&lt;br /&gt;Arrancar do peito a saudade&lt;br /&gt;Saudades que sentem&lt;br /&gt;Saudade sofrida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um homem&lt;br /&gt;Uma mulher&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo&lt;br /&gt;Um amor além da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nanda Costa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[...]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te&lt;br /&gt;como nunca amei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa&lt;br /&gt;e no meu silêncio&lt;br /&gt;amo a tua voz,&lt;br /&gt;o teu pensamento,&lt;br /&gt;o teu querer,&lt;br /&gt;a tua paixão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos &lt;br /&gt;este amor ardente,&lt;br /&gt;com admiração&lt;br /&gt;um pelo outro,&lt;br /&gt;com o desejo&lt;br /&gt;de que o tempo pare&lt;br /&gt;para nós saborearmos&lt;br /&gt;este amor doce,&lt;br /&gt;generoso&lt;br /&gt;e carinhoso;&lt;br /&gt;este amor único!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguiremos&lt;br /&gt;nossos caminhos,&lt;br /&gt;sempre unidos,&lt;br /&gt;queridos,&lt;br /&gt;como amantes&lt;br /&gt;de uma só vida, &lt;br /&gt;que nos uniu,&lt;br /&gt;sorriu&lt;br /&gt;e nos levará &lt;br /&gt;até sempre,&lt;br /&gt;ao pensamento&lt;br /&gt;do meu e teu poema,&lt;br /&gt;da nossa Vida&lt;br /&gt;hoje aqui...&lt;br /&gt;... amanhã &lt;br /&gt;no além...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando se ama de verdade, o mesmo irá além fronteiras, aquém de todos os tempos. E como escreveu Elisabeth Browning...e se Deus o quiser ainda mais te amarei depois da morte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns a dois "monstros" da poesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eduarda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TApHizfijlI/AAAAAAAANvI/cl8lh7fzDII/s1600/Blog-No+caminho.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 341px; height: 159px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TApHizfijlI/AAAAAAAANvI/cl8lh7fzDII/s400/Blog-No+caminho.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479270559913250386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-634251466772869734?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/634251466772869734/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/amor-alem-da-vida_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/634251466772869734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/634251466772869734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/amor-alem-da-vida_23.html' title='Amor além da Vida'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TApCaMs8ThI/AAAAAAAANu4/AcdYkoAAUSM/s72-c/Amor+al%C3%A9m+da+vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-4028116517496060193</id><published>2010-06-23T02:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T03:02:12.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhamos o Céu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TCFqxnd0JaI/AAAAAAAAOT8/7x5dBUDzx4Y/s1600/erre.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TCFqxnd0JaI/AAAAAAAAOT8/7x5dBUDzx4Y/s400/erre.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485783221754144162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhamos o Céu&lt;br /&gt;e agradecemos A Luz&lt;br /&gt;que te trouxe até mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegaste,&lt;br /&gt;sorriste,&lt;br /&gt;estendi a mão,&lt;br /&gt;o amor na minha mão&lt;br /&gt;e disseste:&lt;br /&gt;encontrei&lt;br /&gt;a minha Paz,&lt;br /&gt;a minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;sou feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também sorri,&lt;br /&gt;de novo olhei o Céu&lt;br /&gt;e agradeci este amor,&lt;br /&gt;que nasceu,&lt;br /&gt;floresceu&lt;br /&gt;e dará pétalas de amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhamos o Céu&lt;br /&gt;que nos envia&lt;br /&gt;muitas pétalas,&lt;br /&gt;pétalas de amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Manuel Brazão &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-4028116517496060193?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4028116517496060193/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/olhamos-o-ceu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/4028116517496060193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/4028116517496060193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/olhamos-o-ceu.html' title='Olhamos o Céu!'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TCFqxnd0JaI/AAAAAAAAOT8/7x5dBUDzx4Y/s72-c/erre.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-7876101316457134754</id><published>2010-06-22T10:49:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T20:38:21.224+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Crianças em mim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TCCDGyht4MI/AAAAAAAAOSc/UboTfjhFTkA/s1600/anjo_da_guarda.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TCCDGyht4MI/AAAAAAAAOSc/UboTfjhFTkA/s400/anjo_da_guarda.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485528498802909378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TCCFWyvq2hI/AAAAAAAAOSs/Stc98kev-i8/s1600/Foto+Z%C3%89+edi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 345px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TCCFWyvq2hI/AAAAAAAAOSs/Stc98kev-i8/s400/Foto+Z%C3%89+edi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485530972762593810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu anjo &lt;br /&gt;seres criança&lt;br /&gt;é um raio de esperança&lt;br /&gt;Que guardo em mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seres criança&lt;br /&gt;e o meu anjo &lt;br /&gt;no meu corpo e alma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seres criança&lt;br /&gt;e teres amor por mim&lt;br /&gt;me deixa sem jeito&lt;br /&gt;me deixa &lt;br /&gt;eternamente em ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vejo nas crianças pétalas de amor duma flor especial VIDA.&lt;br /&gt;Com isto renasce em mim a esperança e já com saudades do futuro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;A todas as crianças da minha Vida; em especial aos meus Netos e ainda Evinha, Isa e Rafa!&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TCCHqzkbqzI/AAAAAAAAOS0/NNCCPd8VP_Q/s1600/p%C3%A9talas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TCCHqzkbqzI/AAAAAAAAOS0/NNCCPd8VP_Q/s400/p%C3%A9talas.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485533515604536114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-7876101316457134754?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7876101316457134754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/criancas-em-mim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/7876101316457134754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/7876101316457134754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/criancas-em-mim.html' title='Crianças em mim!'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TCCDGyht4MI/AAAAAAAAOSc/UboTfjhFTkA/s72-c/anjo_da_guarda.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-4879372639401356085</id><published>2010-06-21T20:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:13:19.511+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Singela poesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TAv7DWi3zpI/AAAAAAAANys/TA3IEAbYieY/s1600/Singela+poesia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TAv7DWi3zpI/AAAAAAAANys/TA3IEAbYieY/s400/Singela+poesia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479749406636363410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da flor és o perfume&lt;br /&gt;Dos pensamentos és as asas&lt;br /&gt;No deserto dos sonhos és o refúgio&lt;br /&gt;Fonte de inspiração que nunca acaba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vive em mim singela poesia&lt;br /&gt;Vive na música&lt;br /&gt;Melodia&lt;br /&gt;Nos acordes da mais bela canção&lt;br /&gt;Vive no doce pulsar do coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas no sorriso de uma criança&lt;br /&gt;És esperança&lt;br /&gt;Da alma és alimento&lt;br /&gt;Alento nas horas de sofreguidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farol no mar de incertezas&lt;br /&gt;És beleza&lt;br /&gt;Luz na escuridão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do amor és o pintor&lt;br /&gt;Retratando-o com perfeição&lt;br /&gt;Estas em tudo no mundo&lt;br /&gt;Singela poesia do meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nanda Costa &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-4879372639401356085?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4879372639401356085/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/singela-poesia_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/4879372639401356085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/4879372639401356085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/singela-poesia_21.html' title='Singela poesia'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TAv7DWi3zpI/AAAAAAAANys/TA3IEAbYieY/s72-c/Singela+poesia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-4334325277547842146</id><published>2010-06-21T19:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T19:49:40.081+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não queres...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TB-0CEo0kVI/AAAAAAAAORc/A48kvWr0D_0/s1600/n%C3%A3o+ser+capaz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TB-0CEo0kVI/AAAAAAAAORc/A48kvWr0D_0/s400/n%C3%A3o+ser+capaz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485300818858250578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não queres…&lt;br /&gt;e a esperança&lt;br /&gt;ficou ferida,&lt;br /&gt;a mente abalada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração&lt;br /&gt;estremeceu,&lt;br /&gt;fez-se escuridão&lt;br /&gt;em mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto amor,&lt;br /&gt;que dei,&lt;br /&gt;dou e darei&lt;br /&gt;por ti&lt;br /&gt;que não queres…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco da Vida&lt;br /&gt;Estilhaçou,&lt;br /&gt;mas apanharei &lt;br /&gt;esses bocados&lt;br /&gt;para misturar&lt;br /&gt;a momentos bons&lt;br /&gt;que a vida nos deu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não queres…&lt;br /&gt;eu continuo a querer&lt;br /&gt;e a amar-te!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-4334325277547842146?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4334325277547842146/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/nao-queres.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/4334325277547842146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/4334325277547842146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/nao-queres.html' title='Não queres...'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TB-0CEo0kVI/AAAAAAAAORc/A48kvWr0D_0/s72-c/n%C3%A3o+ser+capaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-7144192571700537374</id><published>2010-06-21T12:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T12:11:08.297+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Folha do pensamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/Swfh7ZTxchI/AAAAAAAAILg/V1Ojd5pvMkI/s1600/Folha+do+pensamento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 341px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/Swfh7ZTxchI/AAAAAAAAILg/V1Ojd5pvMkI/s400/Folha+do+pensamento.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406538288203919890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na tua mão&lt;br /&gt;uma folha de árvore;&lt;br /&gt;sentas-te à sua sombra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acaricias a folha,&lt;br /&gt;fixas o teu olhar,&lt;br /&gt;corres a vida:&lt;br /&gt;sorris, choras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com coisas belas&lt;br /&gt;e sonhos perdidos&lt;br /&gt;nessa corrida pela vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhas para diante&lt;br /&gt;e vês a sombra de alguém,&lt;br /&gt;mas quem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daquele&lt;br /&gt;que segue o teu caminho,&lt;br /&gt;que te avisa e aconselha,&lt;br /&gt;daquele&lt;br /&gt;que não te quer sem destino:&lt;br /&gt;onde estou, para onde vou…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A estrada em que estamos,&lt;br /&gt;leva-te à que procuramos:&lt;br /&gt;a estrada da Vida …&lt;br /&gt;Sorris para mim,&lt;br /&gt;beijas a folha e partes …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depois dos poemas "Pombo com ternura e fome" e "Lágrima" este é o poema mais lido!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E quantas vezes nos sentamos sem pensar. A Vida é demasiado bela para nos perdermos com coisas mínimas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma trilogia mais que perfeita.&lt;br /&gt;bj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eduarda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Às vezes há momentos em que entramos dentro de nós e é quando reconhecemos os caminhos, porventura os rectificamos e constatamos que a grandeza está nas coisas simples. Estará aí o erro (incapacidade)do homem dito moderno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;antonius&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-7144192571700537374?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7144192571700537374/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/folha-do-pensamento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/7144192571700537374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/7144192571700537374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/folha-do-pensamento.html' title='Folha do pensamento'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/Swfh7ZTxchI/AAAAAAAAILg/V1Ojd5pvMkI/s72-c/Folha+do+pensamento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-7478205386951120616</id><published>2010-06-20T20:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T20:54:34.568+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Só com um amor assim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/SqeJH80q0lI/AAAAAAAAGCk/VK-PMVKzkD8/s1600-h/S%C3%B3+um+amor+assim...!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 386px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/SqeJH80q0lI/AAAAAAAAGCk/VK-PMVKzkD8/s400/S%C3%B3+um+amor+assim...!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379419049596473938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amor com convicção,&lt;br /&gt;vivendo com intensidade,&lt;br /&gt;na procura da felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;tem no coração,&lt;br /&gt;o gesto e a atitude&lt;br /&gt;que as nossas mentes&lt;br /&gt;julgam ser a plenitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos um amor,&lt;br /&gt;sem limites,&lt;br /&gt;vozes ou barreiras,&lt;br /&gt;que impeçam&lt;br /&gt;os momentos para viver,&lt;br /&gt;que esqueçam&lt;br /&gt;nossos passados vividos,&lt;br /&gt;tristes e sofridos!&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;Lutaremos&lt;br /&gt;e viveremos&lt;br /&gt;Como &lt;br /&gt;um só corpo e alma;&lt;br /&gt;de mãos dadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avançaremos&lt;br /&gt;e venceremos,&lt;br /&gt;apenas e&lt;br /&gt;só com um amor assim…!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-7478205386951120616?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7478205386951120616/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-com-um-amor-assim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/7478205386951120616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/7478205386951120616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-com-um-amor-assim.html' title='Só com um amor assim!'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/SqeJH80q0lI/AAAAAAAAGCk/VK-PMVKzkD8/s72-c/S%C3%B3+um+amor+assim...!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-7652308228522234212</id><published>2010-06-19T23:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T23:53:29.844+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquele beijo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/S3wmXJk16HI/AAAAAAAALpM/-kq_eQt7PR0/s1600-h/aquele+beijo....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/S3wmXJk16HI/AAAAAAAALpM/-kq_eQt7PR0/s400/aquele+beijo....jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439264629106010226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Aquele beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;penso em ti,&lt;br /&gt;como se estivesses aqui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anseio&lt;br /&gt;por este amor&lt;br /&gt;um amor em palavras,&lt;br /&gt;como se fossem&lt;br /&gt;cartas de amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia&lt;br /&gt;neste convívio lindo,&lt;br /&gt;beijámo-nos,&lt;br /&gt;muito…&lt;br /&gt;…sentimos prazer,&lt;br /&gt;olhámos fixamente &lt;br /&gt;e sem palavras&lt;br /&gt;mas com um olhar&lt;br /&gt;de mil palavras!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele beijo&lt;br /&gt;será sempre&lt;br /&gt;aquele beijo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-7652308228522234212?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7652308228522234212/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/aquele-beijo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/7652308228522234212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/7652308228522234212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/aquele-beijo.html' title='Aquele beijo...'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/S3wmXJk16HI/AAAAAAAALpM/-kq_eQt7PR0/s72-c/aquele+beijo....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-4426740814669422490</id><published>2010-06-19T22:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T22:40:56.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sereia do amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TB022ZUYvvI/AAAAAAAAOPI/Ymqa6MrV4Zg/s1600/Sereia+do+amor+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 373px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TB022ZUYvvI/AAAAAAAAOPI/Ymqa6MrV4Zg/s400/Sereia+do+amor+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484600229344362226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo o mar,&lt;br /&gt;contemplo o horizonte,&lt;br /&gt;penso na natureza,&lt;br /&gt;como é bela a criação&lt;br /&gt;de tudo o que vemos,&lt;br /&gt;sentimos,&lt;br /&gt;damos&lt;br /&gt;e recebemos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo o mar&lt;br /&gt;contemplo o seu vai-vem,&lt;br /&gt;sinto o seu cheiro&lt;br /&gt;que Inspira o poeta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo o mar&lt;br /&gt;e penso na minha poesia;&lt;br /&gt;encontro nesse mar&lt;br /&gt;o motivo para um poema,&lt;br /&gt;que me leva àquela mulher,&lt;br /&gt;que será&lt;br /&gt;como sereia do mar,&lt;br /&gt;uma sereia do amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-4426740814669422490?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4426740814669422490/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/sereia-do-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/4426740814669422490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/4426740814669422490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/sereia-do-amor.html' title='Sereia do amor'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TB022ZUYvvI/AAAAAAAAOPI/Ymqa6MrV4Zg/s72-c/Sereia+do+amor+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-1608962272602417403</id><published>2010-06-19T13:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T13:12:59.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Entre o céu e o mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/S2Ntclk0eiI/AAAAAAAAK-E/ei9O80sZEQo/s1600-h/Entre+o+c%C3%A9u+e+o+mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/S2Ntclk0eiI/AAAAAAAAK-E/ei9O80sZEQo/s400/Entre+o+c%C3%A9u+e+o+mar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432305913429260834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre o céu e o mar&lt;br /&gt;Feitos um para o outro&lt;br /&gt;Encaixe perfeito de uma linda história de amor&lt;br /&gt;Unidos tornam-se um só&lt;br /&gt;Um só corpo&lt;br /&gt;Um só sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Um só querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão diferentes e tão iguais&lt;br /&gt;Espécies diferentes&lt;br /&gt;Gostos diferentes&lt;br /&gt;Mas lá dentro do peito&lt;br /&gt;Só existe um contentamento&lt;br /&gt;De estarem abraçados&lt;br /&gt;Juntos&lt;br /&gt;Ligados&lt;br /&gt;Para sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É enorme o amor que sentem&lt;br /&gt;Imenso o desejo de estarem juntos&lt;br /&gt;Entre o céu e o mar&lt;br /&gt;Entre diferenças e crenças&lt;br /&gt;Vidas enamoradas&lt;br /&gt;Ligadas pelo querer&lt;br /&gt;Um pertence ao outro&lt;br /&gt;Um depende do outro para sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Sorriso de alma&lt;br /&gt;Amor que alimenta o desejo&lt;br /&gt;Que acende a paixão&lt;br /&gt;Fogo que aquece o coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nanda Costa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-1608962272602417403?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1608962272602417403/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/entre-o-ceu-e-o-mar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/1608962272602417403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/1608962272602417403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/entre-o-ceu-e-o-mar.html' title='Entre o céu e o mar'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/S2Ntclk0eiI/AAAAAAAAK-E/ei9O80sZEQo/s72-c/Entre+o+c%C3%A9u+e+o+mar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-3878212791665324376</id><published>2010-06-18T21:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T21:06:26.831+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A pomba que desejo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TBvB5fx_ZQI/AAAAAAAAOLw/zZq6Z4W1Az8/s1600/5075505_Ju6dB.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 361px; height: 324px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TBvB5fx_ZQI/AAAAAAAAOLw/zZq6Z4W1Az8/s400/5075505_Ju6dB.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484190164781589762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voas,&lt;br /&gt;voas por aí,&lt;br /&gt;sem descanso&lt;br /&gt;na busca constante&lt;br /&gt;e em cada instante,&lt;br /&gt;de paz, harmonia&lt;br /&gt;e amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cansada,&lt;br /&gt;mas não desistes;&lt;br /&gt;sentes em mim&lt;br /&gt;a tua força interior&lt;br /&gt;e caminhamos&lt;br /&gt;sempre&lt;br /&gt;com mensagens,&lt;br /&gt;e imagens&lt;br /&gt;de poesia com Luz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste pensamento&lt;br /&gt;que nos pertence,&lt;br /&gt;só tu&lt;br /&gt;és a pomba que desejo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-3878212791665324376?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3878212791665324376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/pomba-que-desejo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/3878212791665324376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/3878212791665324376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/pomba-que-desejo.html' title='A pomba que desejo!'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TBvB5fx_ZQI/AAAAAAAAOLw/zZq6Z4W1Az8/s72-c/5075505_Ju6dB.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-1895673648724743699</id><published>2010-06-17T17:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T14:29:55.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosas da minha Vida (Crianças)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TBpSEfBM0wI/AAAAAAAAOIA/JgtgaBXEKHM/s1600/Rosas+da+minha+vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 362px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TBpSEfBM0wI/AAAAAAAAOIA/JgtgaBXEKHM/s400/Rosas+da+minha+vida.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483785733276488450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As minhas rosinhas,&lt;br /&gt;rosas da minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;crescem viçosas,&lt;br /&gt;viradas para o Sol,&lt;br /&gt;que as aquece&lt;br /&gt;dando-lhes amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São tratadas,&lt;br /&gt;com carinho&lt;br /&gt;para sorrirem&lt;br /&gt;num futuro azul,&lt;br /&gt;como o céu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serão preparadas,&lt;br /&gt;para repartir amor,&lt;br /&gt;exalar paixão,&lt;br /&gt;por quem &lt;br /&gt;lhes estenda a mão&lt;br /&gt;nesta magia &lt;br /&gt;onde haja amor&lt;br /&gt;e compaixão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas rosas, &lt;br /&gt;rosas da minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;olhando,&lt;br /&gt;vejo-as como Anjos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A todas as crianças da minha Vida; em especial aos meus Netos e ainda Evinha, Isa e Rafa!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-1895673648724743699?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1895673648724743699/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/rosas-da-minha-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/1895673648724743699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/1895673648724743699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/rosas-da-minha-vida.html' title='Rosas da minha Vida (Crianças)'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TBpSEfBM0wI/AAAAAAAAOIA/JgtgaBXEKHM/s72-c/Rosas+da+minha+vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-3911430692932205654</id><published>2010-06-16T14:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T14:02:26.472+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Teu corpo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TBgmseeLQsI/AAAAAAAAOEQ/N8CdPfxm2LE/s1600/Corpo+de+mulher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TBgmseeLQsI/AAAAAAAAOEQ/N8CdPfxm2LE/s400/Corpo+de+mulher.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483175091859309250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda.&lt;br /&gt;muito linda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;lindo, esbelto,&lt;br /&gt;deixa&lt;br /&gt;por onde passas,&lt;br /&gt;um rasto de sol,&lt;br /&gt;um perfume,&lt;br /&gt;um desejo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigo-te&lt;br /&gt;com o olhar&lt;br /&gt;e fico a pensar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beleza&lt;br /&gt;do teu corpo, &lt;br /&gt;não nego!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E da tua alma?&lt;br /&gt;Certamente que sim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-3911430692932205654?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3911430692932205654/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/teu-corpo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/3911430692932205654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/3911430692932205654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/teu-corpo.html' title='Teu corpo!'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TBgmseeLQsI/AAAAAAAAOEQ/N8CdPfxm2LE/s72-c/Corpo+de+mulher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-1783390192484675127</id><published>2010-06-15T02:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T20:52:29.990+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Te deste...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TAJBdB0Bx3I/AAAAAAAANnk/1zstFQufwKs/s1600/463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TAJBdB0Bx3I/AAAAAAAANnk/1zstFQufwKs/s400/463.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477012063794612082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pareço sonhar&lt;br /&gt;mas existes&lt;br /&gt;no tempo que vivo.&lt;br /&gt;Te desejo&lt;br /&gt;no meu constante&lt;br /&gt;pensamento&lt;br /&gt;e tu negas&lt;br /&gt;sem convicção&lt;br /&gt;o querer, o desejar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes&lt;br /&gt;que o teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;me aproximará&lt;br /&gt;e esse momento,&lt;br /&gt;momento de amor&lt;br /&gt;não recuará...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... sorriste&lt;br /&gt;e despojada de receios&lt;br /&gt;te deste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;pediu o meu percorrer&lt;br /&gt;e senti tua pele sedosa,&lt;br /&gt;húmida, Brilhando&lt;br /&gt;Como o Sol reflecte no mar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minhas mãos e meus lábios&lt;br /&gt;sentiste,&lt;br /&gt;tuas ancas dançaram&lt;br /&gt;teus braços&lt;br /&gt;me envolveram&lt;br /&gt;nossos corpos&lt;br /&gt;não mais pararam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te deste,&lt;br /&gt;sentiste&lt;br /&gt;e amaste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O prazer aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;e teus olhos disseram:&lt;br /&gt;jamais esquecerás&lt;br /&gt;esse momento&lt;br /&gt;da nossa entrega&lt;br /&gt;na hora de amor&lt;br /&gt;salgado&lt;br /&gt;bem temperado&lt;br /&gt;como convém...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-1783390192484675127?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1783390192484675127/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/te-deste_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/1783390192484675127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/1783390192484675127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/te-deste_15.html' title='Te deste...'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TAJBdB0Bx3I/AAAAAAAANnk/1zstFQufwKs/s72-c/463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-8739868513272443693</id><published>2010-06-12T22:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T22:45:17.122+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu, por amor chego...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TBP5hLltPwI/AAAAAAAAN80/65VwGVifiAg/s1600/Eu,+por+amor+chego....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TBP5hLltPwI/AAAAAAAAN80/65VwGVifiAg/s400/Eu,+por+amor+chego....jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481999519881969410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por amor,&lt;br /&gt;por tanto amor,&lt;br /&gt;perco-me na Vida,&lt;br /&gt;não sei quem sou,&lt;br /&gt;não sei já&lt;br /&gt;o que faço!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por amor&lt;br /&gt;dou-me todo:&lt;br /&gt;sofro,&lt;br /&gt;choro,&lt;br /&gt;peço perdão,&lt;br /&gt;Perdoo&lt;br /&gt;e esqueço o mal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por amor&lt;br /&gt;vivo e respiro&lt;br /&gt;quem amo,&lt;br /&gt;como nunca amei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destino?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, destino intenso,&lt;br /&gt;com pedras no caminho,&lt;br /&gt;mas o amor&lt;br /&gt;é assim:&lt;br /&gt;não aparece &lt;br /&gt;como um presente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conquista-se…!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-8739868513272443693?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8739868513272443693/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/eu-por-amor-chego.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/8739868513272443693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/8739868513272443693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/eu-por-amor-chego.html' title='Eu, por amor chego...'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TBP5hLltPwI/AAAAAAAAN80/65VwGVifiAg/s72-c/Eu,+por+amor+chego....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-5800249549287242202</id><published>2010-06-10T15:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T15:29:55.007+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonho lindo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TA-eVPafY-I/AAAAAAAAN2U/vD7e_QHVMM0/s1600/Sonho+lindo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TA-eVPafY-I/AAAAAAAAN2U/vD7e_QHVMM0/s400/Sonho+lindo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480773359285265378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não desejo acordar&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me assim perto de ti&lt;br /&gt;És tão real aqui&lt;br /&gt;Que até tua fragrância posso sentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço-te amor&lt;br /&gt;Não desperte meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me aqui ficar&lt;br /&gt;Só assim junto á ti minha alma em paz pode ficar&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentir cada toque teu&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo-me arrepiar&lt;br /&gt;Sentir os teus dedos suavemente&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo dedilhar&lt;br /&gt;Sentir em minha boca o doce beijo&lt;br /&gt;Que estas a me presentear&lt;br /&gt;Sentir de verdade o que é o amor&lt;br /&gt;E como é bom te amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero acordar&lt;br /&gt;Pois só nos meus sonhos podes habitar&lt;br /&gt;Anseio esta noite eternizar&lt;br /&gt;Desejando assim deste lindo sonho&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais despertar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nanda Costa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rosa-branca &lt;/strong&gt;disse... &lt;br /&gt;Lindo poema de sonho e saudade. Beijo meu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-5800249549287242202?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5800249549287242202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/sonho-lindo_10.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/5800249549287242202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/5800249549287242202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/sonho-lindo_10.html' title='Sonho lindo'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TA-eVPafY-I/AAAAAAAAN2U/vD7e_QHVMM0/s72-c/Sonho+lindo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-9072273703892474879</id><published>2010-06-10T01:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T15:25:06.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas me vejo a mim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TBDNA4Qgu8I/AAAAAAAAN3E/7EcHRAEPmxw/s1600/perd%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TBDNA4Qgu8I/AAAAAAAAN3E/7EcHRAEPmxw/s400/perd%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481106161495227330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saio por aí&lt;br /&gt;sem destino&lt;br /&gt;olhando, pensando&lt;br /&gt;e sentindo aquilo &lt;br /&gt;que não sei explicar,&lt;br /&gt;mas que sinto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida que escolhi&lt;br /&gt;ficou por aí&lt;br /&gt;e abandonei-me&lt;br /&gt;para me preocupar&lt;br /&gt;com os outros &lt;br /&gt;que precisassem de mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saio por aí&lt;br /&gt;e não encontro os outros,&lt;br /&gt;apenas me vejo a mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SolBarreto&lt;/strong&gt; disse... &lt;br /&gt;Se Dedicar às pessoas e procurar ajudá-las é muito bom, muito bonito e caridoso...mas temos que nos amar primeiro, nos ajudar primeiro, e acima de tudo nos entender primeiro...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TBDz8tl25BI/AAAAAAAAN3c/TipXBzE8cO8/s1600/Poema-presente+MaosDadasComFlor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TBDz8tl25BI/AAAAAAAAN3c/TipXBzE8cO8/s400/Poema-presente+MaosDadasComFlor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481148970865976338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-9072273703892474879?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/9072273703892474879/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/apenas-me-vejo-mim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/9072273703892474879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/9072273703892474879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/apenas-me-vejo-mim.html' title='Apenas me vejo a mim!'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TBDNA4Qgu8I/AAAAAAAAN3E/7EcHRAEPmxw/s72-c/perd%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-9043169285686931741</id><published>2010-06-07T14:11:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T21:29:21.525+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O amor dos amores!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TAzuVeDg9sI/AAAAAAAANzE/QLQvcUIC-jY/s1600/0amor%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 377px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TAzuVeDg9sI/AAAAAAAANzE/QLQvcUIC-jY/s400/0amor%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480016899215521474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amores &lt;br /&gt;que entraram &lt;br /&gt;e ficaram em mim&lt;br /&gt;como se fossem eternos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivi cada um&lt;br /&gt;me dando de corpo e alma&lt;br /&gt;esquecendo a vida,&lt;br /&gt;a minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;sonhando&lt;br /&gt;e vivendo esses amores,&lt;br /&gt;como se fossem os únicos,&lt;br /&gt;os mais belos&lt;br /&gt;com entrega,romantismo,&lt;br /&gt;beleza e emoção...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos guardados&lt;br /&gt;em mim&lt;br /&gt;neste coração infinito&lt;br /&gt;que não abandona&lt;br /&gt;quem amou&lt;br /&gt;e ama&lt;br /&gt;e levará consigo&lt;br /&gt;após o sorriso final,&lt;br /&gt;O amor&lt;br /&gt;Desses amores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dedicado às Mulheres que amei na minha Vida!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Correia publicou algo no teu mural e escreveu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zé!deixe-me que o trate assim!Obrigado por me ter aceite, para fazer parte,do seu grupo de amigos aqui do face.Já algum tempo que venho a ler a sua Poesia num dos seus blog, quando ando por aqui.Mas deste vez voltei a encontra-lo e tomei a ousadia de lhe pedir para ser sua amiga.Obrigado pela sensibilidade que pois nas sua palavras ao escrever,obrigado pelos poemas que dedica as Mulheres,estou certa que todas nós Mulheres que no fim de um dia de trabalho e que ainda arranjamos  um pouquinho de tempo para dar um olhinho pelos blogs, não ficamos insensiveis a sua escrita.                  Um Bem Haja emilia"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TAz5JvZmJsI/AAAAAAAANzM/n0pFaansTfY/s1600/Flor_1396517762_090_flores.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TAz5JvZmJsI/AAAAAAAANzM/n0pFaansTfY/s400/Flor_1396517762_090_flores.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480028792341014210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-9043169285686931741?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/9043169285686931741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-amor-dos-amores.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/9043169285686931741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/9043169285686931741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-amor-dos-amores.html' title='O amor dos amores!'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TAzuVeDg9sI/AAAAAAAANzE/QLQvcUIC-jY/s72-c/0amor%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-8288272247760363052</id><published>2010-06-06T20:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T23:39:53.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vem Luz, vem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TAvE7TW3o_I/AAAAAAAANyE/Ue4-lpQbIBg/s1600/Vem+Luz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TAvE7TW3o_I/AAAAAAAANyE/Ue4-lpQbIBg/s400/Vem+Luz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479689894713861106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem Luz,&lt;br /&gt;vem até mim&lt;br /&gt;me ajuda&lt;br /&gt;no resto do caminho;&lt;br /&gt;por aqui andei,&lt;br /&gt;muitas pedras desviei&lt;br /&gt;e servem-me de apoio&lt;br /&gt;nas reflexões da Vida,&lt;br /&gt;da minha Vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho vagamente&lt;br /&gt;para a natureza&lt;br /&gt;sem fim...&lt;br /&gt;me perco neste horizonte&lt;br /&gt;e recordo de tudo&lt;br /&gt;num desfile de imagens&lt;br /&gt;umas a preto e branco,&lt;br /&gt;outras&lt;br /&gt;com cores bonitas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades do que vivi&lt;br /&gt;e vontade do que gostaria de viver,&lt;br /&gt;mas a Vida é mesmo assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem Luz,&lt;br /&gt;vem até mim&lt;br /&gt;já falta tão pouco&lt;br /&gt;para o resto do caminho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Páro e penso:&lt;br /&gt;Seria este?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo com dor, encontramos aqui um caminho cheio de luz e esperança.&lt;br /&gt;É notável a tua capacidade de ver e sentir o mundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por este momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eduarda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-8288272247760363052?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8288272247760363052/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/vem-luz-vem_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/8288272247760363052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/8288272247760363052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/vem-luz-vem_06.html' title='Vem Luz, vem...'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TAvE7TW3o_I/AAAAAAAANyE/Ue4-lpQbIBg/s72-c/Vem+Luz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-4315769125198000429</id><published>2010-06-06T15:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T15:25:36.541+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Apogeu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/S5_ilq82CyI/AAAAAAAAMUs/0brqokr1iog/s1600-h/Apogeu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/S5_ilq82CyI/AAAAAAAAMUs/0brqokr1iog/s400/Apogeu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449323210954115874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carinhos e afagos encontro&lt;br /&gt;No apogeu dos teus braços&lt;br /&gt;Vou além do céu&lt;br /&gt;Muito além do mar&lt;br /&gt;Percorro o universo&lt;br /&gt;Na intensidade de amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deleito-me em teus braços&lt;br /&gt;Faço deles minha morada&lt;br /&gt;Meu porto seguro&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que me protege&lt;br /&gt;Meu muro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha rocha &lt;br /&gt;Meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;Fujo de tudo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No apogeu dos teus braços&lt;br /&gt;Me perco&lt;br /&gt;E me acho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nanda Costa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-4315769125198000429?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4315769125198000429/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/apogeu_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/4315769125198000429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/4315769125198000429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/apogeu_06.html' title='Apogeu'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/S5_ilq82CyI/AAAAAAAAMUs/0brqokr1iog/s72-c/Apogeu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-6297735808414218060</id><published>2010-06-05T23:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T23:43:17.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Folhas e sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TAjvMh2X9UI/AAAAAAAANtU/iztgjSliiLQ/s1600/Folhas+e+sonhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TAjvMh2X9UI/AAAAAAAANtU/iztgjSliiLQ/s400/Folhas+e+sonhos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478891945220109634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas folhas secas do outono&lt;br /&gt;Deixo os dias meus&lt;br /&gt;Deixo também aqueles sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Meu e teu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo o vento que passa &lt;br /&gt;Carregando as folhas secas e os sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Corro atrás do vento&lt;br /&gt;E com as mãos tento alcançar cada folha que o vento insiste levar&lt;br /&gt;Seria loucura deixá-los voar?&lt;br /&gt;Voando os sonhos se eternizam&lt;br /&gt;Como as folhas que o vento leva sem direção&lt;br /&gt;Eternizados estão desde então&lt;br /&gt;Em meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voem sonhos meus&lt;br /&gt;Dancem através do vento&lt;br /&gt;Levem consigo&lt;br /&gt;Um enorme amor&lt;br /&gt;Um amor que ultrapassa anos &lt;br /&gt;Tempos&lt;br /&gt;Amor eternizado &lt;br /&gt;Pelos sonhos cultivados&lt;br /&gt;Como aquelas secas folhas &lt;br /&gt;Dançantes ao vento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nanda Costa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-6297735808414218060?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6297735808414218060/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/folhas-e-sonhos_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/6297735808414218060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/6297735808414218060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/folhas-e-sonhos_05.html' title='Folhas e sonhos'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TAjvMh2X9UI/AAAAAAAANtU/iztgjSliiLQ/s72-c/Folhas+e+sonhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-8359202248151227098</id><published>2010-06-04T23:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T21:53:38.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexo de mim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/S_Qo7_ZXlpI/AAAAAAAANdM/tatePkzpyRU/s1600/Reflexo+de+mim!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/S_Qo7_ZXlpI/AAAAAAAANdM/tatePkzpyRU/s400/Reflexo+de+mim!.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473044458257225362" name="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473044458257225362"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pressinto e sinto&lt;br /&gt;que ainda existe&lt;br /&gt;em mim&lt;br /&gt;muito amor para eu dar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca desistirei,&lt;br /&gt;nunca,&lt;br /&gt;até ao sorriso final&lt;br /&gt;de ser um reflexo de mim&lt;br /&gt;perante os que me amam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-8359202248151227098?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8359202248151227098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-tu-e-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/8359202248151227098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/8359202248151227098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-tu-e-eu.html' title='Reflexo de mim!'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/S_Qo7_ZXlpI/AAAAAAAANdM/tatePkzpyRU/s72-c/Reflexo+de+mim!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-8267025836253881462</id><published>2010-06-04T16:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T18:34:42.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou o teu amanhecer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TAeYt6OpXyI/AAAAAAAANsE/KRdxlf69nr0/s1600/Sou+o+teu+amanhecer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 343px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TAeYt6OpXyI/AAAAAAAANsE/KRdxlf69nr0/s400/Sou+o+teu+amanhecer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478515386211720994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordas&lt;br /&gt;e o Sol entra,&lt;br /&gt;poisa no teu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;e sentes&lt;br /&gt;teu coração quente,&lt;br /&gt;num amor ardente,&lt;br /&gt;como sonharas&lt;br /&gt;e Ele te trouxe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viste em mim,&lt;br /&gt;que sou o teu amanhecer,&lt;br /&gt;e tu e eu renasceremos&lt;br /&gt;para a Vida,&lt;br /&gt;rumando ao futuro,&lt;br /&gt;esquecendo o passado,&lt;br /&gt;vivendo o presente&lt;br /&gt;e ansiando pelo futuro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou o teu amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;e viveremos&lt;br /&gt;novas primaveras&lt;br /&gt;de harmonia, paz&lt;br /&gt;e amor iluminados!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para ti, por ti.&lt;br /&gt;Mulher que mantém comigo raízes de amor;&lt;br /&gt;um amor para além da Vida!&lt;br /&gt;Beijo do ZÉ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-8267025836253881462?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8267025836253881462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/sou-o-teu-amanhecer_04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/8267025836253881462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/8267025836253881462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/sou-o-teu-amanhecer_04.html' title='Sou o teu amanhecer!'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/TAeYt6OpXyI/AAAAAAAANsE/KRdxlf69nr0/s72-c/Sou+o+teu+amanhecer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155188156684543737.post-2186115197176795136</id><published>2010-06-04T13:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T13:11:42.371+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nossas asas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/S_PoB-VnfnI/AAAAAAAANcc/LQ__TlF4A8M/s1600/Nossas+asas!.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/S_PoB-VnfnI/AAAAAAAANcc/LQ__TlF4A8M/s400/Nossas+asas!.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472973092796464754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voamos&lt;br /&gt;por esses céus sem fim,&lt;br /&gt;passeando o nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;sem destino...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voamos&lt;br /&gt;com a alegria que vivemos&lt;br /&gt;por tu seres minha&lt;br /&gt;e eu ser teu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voamos&lt;br /&gt;com estas asas&lt;br /&gt;feitas de amor,&lt;br /&gt;que exalarão&lt;br /&gt;o que vai em nosso coração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu sorris&lt;br /&gt;a felicidade conquistada&lt;br /&gt;e eu &lt;br /&gt;guardo em mim&lt;br /&gt;mais um anjo do amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Manuel Brazão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7155188156684543737-2186115197176795136?l=tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2186115197176795136/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/nossas-asas_04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/2186115197176795136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7155188156684543737/posts/default/2186115197176795136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tueeuemocoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/nossas-asas_04.html' title='Nossas asas!'/><author><name>José Manuel Brazão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722849953795682368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5LkREkGwio/TvUJoG9J48I/AAAAAAAAWQU/8Vr2lGodgeY/s220/ZeMH%2B-%2BCASA%2BDA%2BPOESIA%2B-%2BMOLDURA%2B11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/S_PoB-VnfnI/AAAAAAAANcc/LQ__TlF4A8M/s72-c/Nossas+asas!.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
