<?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-66036365812787238</id><updated>2012-01-04T14:29:48.724Z</updated><title type='text'>ALMAS POÉTICAS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Verah...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MwZ1Jg2B_4c/SEGbcSISC3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/jerASRkH-4w/S220/5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-4256110581114465188</id><published>2011-12-24T02:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-24T02:58:09.945Z</updated><title type='text'>FELIZ NATAL...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nwG4ciYm1lM/TvU-JnyegDI/AAAAAAAABYg/E3kuwoQUqkY/s1600/imagesCAXDKSLS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 336px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689522039272931378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nwG4ciYm1lM/TvU-JnyegDI/AAAAAAAABYg/E3kuwoQUqkY/s400/imagesCAXDKSLS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Celebremos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É dia de Nosso Senhor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que em todos os corações&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Possa haver tudo o que ELE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nos veio trazer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A paz, a harmonia, o Amor, a alegria.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ò ...!!! Bendito seja aquele que um dia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Numa mangedoura nasceu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;para nos vir dar vida...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vida eterna...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FELIZ NATAL..FELIZ ANO NOVO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A todos vós que á muito nada sei...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;me perdoem...mas agora voltei...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bem hajam...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yMlb_f3bNGY/TvU-A-0bNRI/AAAAAAAABYQ/XeUm7MXVi8U/s1600/imagesCAAK7FT7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689521890836296978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yMlb_f3bNGY/TvU-A-0bNRI/AAAAAAAABYQ/XeUm7MXVi8U/s320/imagesCAAK7FT7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;SOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-4256110581114465188?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/4256110581114465188/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=4256110581114465188&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/4256110581114465188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/4256110581114465188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2011/12/feliz-natal.html' title='FELIZ NATAL...!!!'/><author><name>lua prateada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511663633517145684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/ST8EOhkA80I/AAAAAAAAAt0/VzO7GmUgS7U/s1600-R/lua02.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nwG4ciYm1lM/TvU-JnyegDI/AAAAAAAABYg/E3kuwoQUqkY/s72-c/imagesCAXDKSLS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-7939117868203827061</id><published>2010-01-14T13:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-14T13:13:29.851Z</updated><title type='text'>Momentos - De regresso a Alcochete</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Caros amigos e leitores,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No próximo dia 23 (sábado) pelas 16h na Biblioteca Municipal de Alcochete, irei realizar mais uma sessão de apresentação do meu 3º livro de poesia – “Momentos…” .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta iniciativa faz parte de um projecto pessoal, de levar o meu livro ao conhecimento do maior número de pessoas. Depois de Alcochete (Freeport), Lisboa, Anadia e Porto, o “Momentos…” regressa a casa, para mais uma sessão a sul do Tejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostaria de contar com a sua presença…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com amizade&lt;br /&gt;Luis Ferreira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/S08YZNCfCpI/AAAAAAAABJg/NUTXmXsu7BQ/s1600-h/convite_luis_ferreira_alcochete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426582897280617106" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/S08YZNCfCpI/AAAAAAAABJg/NUTXmXsu7BQ/s400/convite_luis_ferreira_alcochete.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-7939117868203827061?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/7939117868203827061/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=7939117868203827061&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/7939117868203827061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/7939117868203827061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2010/01/momentos-de-regresso-alcochete.html' title='Momentos - De regresso a Alcochete'/><author><name>Luis Ferreira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/TG0XRV5jd2I/AAAAAAAABTM/k8cQklqXxAA/S220/foto+pequena.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/S08YZNCfCpI/AAAAAAAABJg/NUTXmXsu7BQ/s72-c/convite_luis_ferreira_alcochete.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-5641947582814976525</id><published>2009-11-05T20:57:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-05T20:59:57.072Z</updated><title type='text'>ISSO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXSJuubzpPo/Sl0L6tLrWQI/AAAAAAAAAUM/USyQxXseeUk/s1600-h/poema_janela_aberta.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358452234829650178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXSJuubzpPo/Sl0L6tLrWQI/AAAAAAAAAUM/USyQxXseeUk/s400/poema_janela_aberta.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;É um poema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Essa trama de veias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Essa coisa de asas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;E de apelos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Um galope sem freios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Um camafeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Comovido o meu retrato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Ao meio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Do vidro partido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Me sei assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Poeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A espera de outras fomes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Cuido da espada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Atravessada ao meio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Da jugular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Assim é dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;E desespera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Mas, não sangra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Poeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Vigio o poço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Onde atiramos os desejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;E ainda persigo os sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Como ovelhas fugidias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Num pasto de estrelas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sempre à noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Quando as palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Se carregam mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;De tragicidades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;urgências.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;E, com alguma arte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;E possível ouvir-lhes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;(Das palavras)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;O som.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Isso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;É assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Um verbo no início&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Um poema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;No fim.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&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/66036365812787238-5641947582814976525?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/5641947582814976525/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=5641947582814976525&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/5641947582814976525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/5641947582814976525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2009/11/isso.html' title='ISSO'/><author><name>Sandra Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917030189870081345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fXSJuubzpPo/R7RoJpP2rlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/jUTf8SMkJKc/S220/%C3%A0ria+para+meu+verso.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXSJuubzpPo/Sl0L6tLrWQI/AAAAAAAAAUM/USyQxXseeUk/s72-c/poema_janela_aberta.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-7923608554470656969</id><published>2009-10-09T02:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T02:41:27.897+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NÃO É HORA!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/Ss6TDYK52TI/AAAAAAAABCM/2HQw8azAGjY/s1600-h/000r0018-NI.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390407490246138162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/Ss6TDYK52TI/AAAAAAAABCM/2HQw8azAGjY/s400/000r0018-NI.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nas entrelinhas de certas palavras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um arrepio ....................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que fazes...que dizes...que sentes???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde estás?...para onde foste?...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não!...não é hora de partir...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ainda não...&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que seja teu desejo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fica em paz, espera...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabes que para lá...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para junto dela irás, mas ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ainda não é tempo de partir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E quando esse dia chegar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando Deus te chamar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por ti não...não vou chorar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois ficarei feliz, porque TU ficarás enfim feliz....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/Ss6S6OYWoXI/AAAAAAAABCE/2-HVYTX_Dow/s1600-h/NURAY+ALPTRKIN-6347260-md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390407332999373170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/Ss6S6OYWoXI/AAAAAAAABCE/2-HVYTX_Dow/s320/NURAY+ALPTRKIN-6347260-md.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; SOL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-7923608554470656969?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/7923608554470656969/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=7923608554470656969&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/7923608554470656969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/7923608554470656969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2009/10/nao-e-hora.html' title='NÃO É HORA!...'/><author><name>lua prateada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511663633517145684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/ST8EOhkA80I/AAAAAAAAAt0/VzO7GmUgS7U/s1600-R/lua02.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/Ss6TDYK52TI/AAAAAAAABCM/2HQw8azAGjY/s72-c/000r0018-NI.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-2589982721374758550</id><published>2009-06-29T16:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T16:44:36.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vou sair conforme entrei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkXCOojo7fs/SkjhPO5wfbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l_ExVnRqjDA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352775808944471474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkXCOojo7fs/SkjhPO5wfbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l_ExVnRqjDA/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E mais um poeta por mim passou&lt;br /&gt;E sussurrou-me ao ouvido&lt;br /&gt;O que se passa aqui…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"São os cabelos negros,&lt;br /&gt;selvagens,&lt;br /&gt;que não se deixam desenhar,&lt;br /&gt;são os olhos que se escondem&lt;br /&gt;e sussurram tatuagens,&lt;br /&gt;beijos quentes,&lt;br /&gt;sonhados...&lt;br /&gt;São as palavras não ditas,&lt;br /&gt;são os mundos que tu sentes,&lt;br /&gt;os papeis amarrotados…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a brisa que te leva,&lt;br /&gt;é o vento que me traz…Aqui&lt;br /&gt;para te ler e apreciar,&lt;br /&gt;a musica ouvir e no ouvido levar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou sair conforme entrei&lt;br /&gt;E sussurrar ao poeta, que aqui pode entrar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-2589982721374758550?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/2589982721374758550/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=2589982721374758550&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/2589982721374758550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/2589982721374758550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2009/06/vou-sair-conforme-entrei.html' title='Vou sair conforme entrei'/><author><name>©efeneto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16396953634823951556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkXCOojo7fs/TCd_DojvzII/AAAAAAAAAGU/S6jCaAhJ0jQ/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkXCOojo7fs/SkjhPO5wfbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l_ExVnRqjDA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-3026751295987440339</id><published>2009-05-10T15:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T15:50:59.697+01:00</updated><title type='text'>POETA DE TERRA E MAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fXSJuubzpPo/Sgbpgq4VgOI/AAAAAAAAASU/AlGC6sjcT-4/s1600-h/TERRA+E+MAR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fXSJuubzpPo/Sgbpgq4VgOI/AAAAAAAAASU/AlGC6sjcT-4/s400/TERRA+E+MAR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334207556142596322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pelo fio da palavra&lt;br /&gt;Me deixo conduzir,&lt;br /&gt;Metafórico dilema&lt;br /&gt;De existir.&lt;br /&gt;Contornada desses&lt;br /&gt;Matizes mais intensos,&lt;br /&gt;Flores líricas,&lt;br /&gt;Rosas míticas&lt;br /&gt;De sangue e carmim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por dentro&lt;br /&gt;De mim,&lt;br /&gt;Cavernas dentre cavernas,&lt;br /&gt;Na lucidez de experimentar&lt;br /&gt;A própria sombra,&lt;br /&gt;E provar,&lt;br /&gt;Sem medos,&lt;br /&gt;O sabor solene&lt;br /&gt;Desse vinho,&lt;br /&gt;A  retzina dos deuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da escuridão,&lt;br /&gt;Do ser lírico,&lt;br /&gt;Emergir das dores,&lt;br /&gt;Dos risos,&lt;br /&gt;Do que sobrou dos abismos&lt;br /&gt;E dos naufrágios,&lt;br /&gt;Nesta dança de ser poeta,&lt;br /&gt;De terra e mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incerta,&lt;br /&gt;Contradição de ser&lt;br /&gt;A soberana dona&lt;br /&gt;Das palavras vãs,&lt;br /&gt;E na escravidão da mente,&lt;br /&gt;Me perder,&lt;br /&gt;E me encontrar,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas quando vergo&lt;br /&gt;O corpo, em delicado lírio,&lt;br /&gt;E beijo o chão&lt;br /&gt;Do palácio de um poema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra  Fonseca&lt;br /&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/66036365812787238-3026751295987440339?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/3026751295987440339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=3026751295987440339&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/3026751295987440339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/3026751295987440339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2009/05/poeta-de-terra-e-mar.html' title='POETA DE TERRA E MAR'/><author><name>Sandra Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917030189870081345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fXSJuubzpPo/R7RoJpP2rlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/jUTf8SMkJKc/S220/%C3%A0ria+para+meu+verso.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fXSJuubzpPo/Sgbpgq4VgOI/AAAAAAAAASU/AlGC6sjcT-4/s72-c/TERRA+E+MAR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-5024348491783326999</id><published>2009-05-07T21:04:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:56:23.714+01:00</updated><title type='text'>EXISTIR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/SgNFEcbjNgI/AAAAAAAAA4s/gDuPUyG4Pmc/s1600-h/desespero.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333182326390339074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/SgNFEcbjNgI/AAAAAAAAA4s/gDuPUyG4Pmc/s400/desespero.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Existir é um fardo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;que se tornou pesado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...muito doloroso&lt;br /&gt;É uma espécie de necessidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;muito dolorosa...&lt;br /&gt;Carrego o fardo de existir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Porque existir sem existir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;é de todo muito doloroso.&lt;br /&gt;Doloroso dia-a-dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Doloroso viver... existir... desistir...&lt;br /&gt;Carregando o peso da vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/SgNEqv6x0II/AAAAAAAAA4k/E9E2vlT1XF4/s1600-h/fleep.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333181884944994434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/SgNEqv6x0II/AAAAAAAAA4k/E9E2vlT1XF4/s320/fleep.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/SgNEqv6x0II/AAAAAAAAA4k/E9E2vlT1XF4/s1600-h/fleep.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/SgNEqv6x0II/AAAAAAAAA4k/E9E2vlT1XF4/s1600-h/fleep.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;SOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/SgNEqv6x0II/AAAAAAAAA4k/E9E2vlT1XF4/s1600-h/fleep.bmp"&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/66036365812787238-5024348491783326999?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/5024348491783326999/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=5024348491783326999&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/5024348491783326999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/5024348491783326999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2009/05/existir.html' title='EXISTIR...'/><author><name>lua prateada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511663633517145684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/ST8EOhkA80I/AAAAAAAAAt0/VzO7GmUgS7U/s1600-R/lua02.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/SgNFEcbjNgI/AAAAAAAAA4s/gDuPUyG4Pmc/s72-c/desespero.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-5190708621575674603</id><published>2009-02-15T16:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:21:08.949Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkXCOojo7fs/SZg_IMDNRpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gbTWyB2Wg5U/s1600-h/misterio1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303057971134940818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkXCOojo7fs/SZg_IMDNRpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gbTWyB2Wg5U/s400/misterio1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;link 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center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Nem a mão que repousa na esperança&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;da luz total das tuas mãos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;me devolve à plenitude da lucidez&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Há um espaço por preencher&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;no relevo da parábola&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;verbo que esventra a noite&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;quando a tua ausência é presente&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Dilacero as esquinas do granito&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;mãos ensanguentadas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;no pescoço da madrugada&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;até que o sal apazigue a angústia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;ou a bebedeira me passe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;©efeneto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-5190708621575674603?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/5190708621575674603/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=5190708621575674603&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/5190708621575674603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/5190708621575674603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2009/02/inesperada-silhueta-da-sombra-que-noite.html' title=''/><author><name>©efeneto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16396953634823951556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkXCOojo7fs/TCd_DojvzII/AAAAAAAAAGU/S6jCaAhJ0jQ/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkXCOojo7fs/SZg_IMDNRpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gbTWyB2Wg5U/s72-c/misterio1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-2908655582788284465</id><published>2009-01-02T11:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:16:00.844Z</updated><title type='text'>Rascunhos em folhas brancas</title><content type='html'>Mãos despidas,&lt;br /&gt;Pedaços de nada…&lt;br /&gt;Onde caem gestos,&lt;br /&gt;Das palavras…&lt;br /&gt;Doces… Amargas.&lt;br /&gt;Rompes a aurora,&lt;br /&gt;Rasgando o céu&lt;br /&gt;Em traços coloridos&lt;br /&gt;Nos sons&lt;br /&gt;Que dançamos ao luar.&lt;br /&gt;Na loucura sã,&lt;br /&gt;Trepei a liana da seiva,&lt;br /&gt;Alcançando a outra face,&lt;br /&gt;De onde corriam Lágrimas em pérolas&lt;br /&gt;Nos rios de prata do teu rosto.&lt;br /&gt;Sentei-me na ardósia&lt;br /&gt;Onde escrevi o teu nome,&lt;br /&gt;Esperando…&lt;br /&gt;Que no renascer&lt;br /&gt;O tempo sopre aromas&lt;br /&gt;Da beleza do teu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Assim embarquei&lt;br /&gt;No barco que moldei&lt;br /&gt;De folhas em branco…&lt;br /&gt;Onde existem sempre&lt;br /&gt;Rascunhos de sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SV3X3Luq78I/AAAAAAAAA6c/6uqJsJh7pto/s1600-h/vou+encontrar+a+resposta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286618880644149186" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SV3X3Luq78I/AAAAAAAAA6c/6uqJsJh7pto/s400/vou+encontrar+a+resposta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fotografia - Humberto Machado (tema - Vou encontrar a resposta...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-2908655582788284465?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/2908655582788284465/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=2908655582788284465&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/2908655582788284465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/2908655582788284465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2009/01/rascunhos-em-folhas-brancas.html' title='Rascunhos em folhas brancas'/><author><name>Luis Ferreira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/TG0XRV5jd2I/AAAAAAAABTM/k8cQklqXxAA/S220/foto+pequena.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SV3X3Luq78I/AAAAAAAAA6c/6uqJsJh7pto/s72-c/vou+encontrar+a+resposta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-5140463154076942630</id><published>2009-01-01T17:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:16:04.439Z</updated><title type='text'>O olhar e as mãos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/SVz6Ck-lFFI/AAAAAAAAHMg/-bEOEszhMus/s1600-h/tttt%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286374984818955346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/SVz6Ck-lFFI/AAAAAAAAHMg/-bEOEszhMus/s400/tttt%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quando as palavras&lt;br /&gt;secam na garganta&lt;br /&gt;no momento exacto de as dizer&lt;br /&gt;parecem rochas encrostadas na terra&lt;br /&gt;impossíveis de as moldar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fico na impotente ansiedade&lt;br /&gt;como náufrago, sem gritar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei como são cruéis&lt;br /&gt;e tiranas as palavras&lt;br /&gt;que se recusam a pronunciar-se&lt;br /&gt;naquele exacto momento&lt;br /&gt;em que mais são precisas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando me acontece contigo&lt;br /&gt;substituo-as pelo olhar&lt;br /&gt;e as mãos dizem o resto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;©efeneto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-5140463154076942630?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/5140463154076942630/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=5140463154076942630&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/5140463154076942630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/5140463154076942630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-olhar-e-as-mos.html' title='O olhar e as mãos'/><author><name>®efeneto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/TS7zSfkAK6I/AAAAAAAAOZg/f1GZ0aXjBUs/S220/efeneto%2Bjornalista.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/SVz6Ck-lFFI/AAAAAAAAHMg/-bEOEszhMus/s72-c/tttt%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-5145663457004307848</id><published>2008-12-21T03:51:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-21T04:02:12.364Z</updated><title type='text'>NATAL MEU JESUS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/SU2-McGqIFI/AAAAAAAAAxA/P0UlXX3yLwk/s1600-h/jesus_in_the_sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282087058887286866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/SU2-McGqIFI/AAAAAAAAAxA/P0UlXX3yLwk/s400/jesus_in_the_sky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;luz vai surgindo no céu,Iluminando todas as coisas.Tudo começa a tomar formas e cores.E as trevas da noite desaparecem,da mesma forma ocorre no lado espiritual.As trevas representam medo e morte,e a luz representa esperança e vida.Aqueles que condenam a existência da luz,não teem poder para destruí-la.Abra seus olhos e coração e descubra,que você não precisa mais viver na escuridão,Jesus é a luz do mundo,A luz que vence todas as trevas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Traga-o sempre em seu coração---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;SOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-5145663457004307848?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/5145663457004307848/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=5145663457004307848&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/5145663457004307848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/5145663457004307848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/12/natal-meu-jesus.html' title='NATAL MEU JESUS...'/><author><name>lua prateada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511663633517145684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/ST8EOhkA80I/AAAAAAAAAt0/VzO7GmUgS7U/s1600-R/lua02.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/SU2-McGqIFI/AAAAAAAAAxA/P0UlXX3yLwk/s72-c/jesus_in_the_sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-5468765325765968319</id><published>2008-12-06T22:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-06T23:01:30.969Z</updated><title type='text'>RITUAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/SQ0dz7ong6I/AAAAAAAAAzA/DGZXmvoZzfQ/s1600-h/RITUAL_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263896317484565410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/SQ0dz7ong6I/AAAAAAAAAzA/DGZXmvoZzfQ/s320/RITUAL_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RITUAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a luz da lua&lt;br /&gt;Banhar teu lugar&lt;br /&gt;Uma brisa suave teu corpo tocar&lt;br /&gt;A energia se fizer presente&lt;br /&gt;Tenha certeza que contigo estarei&lt;br /&gt;Em qualquer momento&lt;br /&gt;Sejam eles de gozo ou dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A força que expande neste momento&lt;br /&gt;Faz sentir a leveza do sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Que envolve a alma e a matéria&lt;br /&gt;Para te trazer de volta&lt;br /&gt;Um deleite ....uma satisfação&lt;br /&gt;Um ritual de esplendor&lt;br /&gt;Que a tudo supera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By Eärwen Tulcakelumë&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-5468765325765968319?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/5468765325765968319/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=5468765325765968319&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/5468765325765968319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/5468765325765968319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/11/ritual.html' title='RITUAL'/><author><name>Eärwen Tulcakelumë</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/Sj1qbnIQ1PI/AAAAAAAABM0/gwGNQ243HMI/S220/eARWEN+c%C3%B3pia2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/SQ0dz7ong6I/AAAAAAAAAzA/DGZXmvoZzfQ/s72-c/RITUAL_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-4374547900401340446</id><published>2008-10-12T01:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:18.662Z</updated><title type='text'>Quando o silêncio dorme...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkevg4E5btI/R7DOQ-esfDI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Ffpj59l1dDg/s1600-h/Quando_o_...jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165855563638930482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkevg4E5btI/R7DOQ-esfDI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Ffpj59l1dDg/s400/Quando_o_...jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quando o silêncio dorme,&lt;br /&gt;nós apagamos um pouco da nossa memória,&lt;br /&gt;esperamos deixar espaços em branco,&lt;br /&gt;rogamos que nos esvaziem memórias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o silêncio grita, clama,&lt;br /&gt;por um pouco de companhia,&lt;br /&gt;por umas poucas palavras&lt;br /&gt;que nos guiem, nos orientem, nos encaminhem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o silêncio dorme,&lt;br /&gt;vemos passar o nada, o vazio,&lt;br /&gt;a solidão que nos empurra para grandes espaços&lt;br /&gt;que nos agrilhoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o silêncio é silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;na alma do nosso corpo,&lt;br /&gt;no espaço da nossa memória&lt;br /&gt;que tudo guarda, tudo fotografa,&lt;br /&gt;tudo encaixa no nosso cérebro inconsciente de si, de nós, de todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o silêncio dorme,&lt;br /&gt;sinto-me acompanhado,&lt;br /&gt;sinto-me não só, nesta vida&lt;br /&gt;que nos quer solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o silêncio dorme,&lt;br /&gt;apago momentos de memória,&lt;br /&gt;construo outros recalcados,&lt;br /&gt;deixo-os invadir a minha não solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o silêncio se quer silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;pois para quê palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Deixo o olhar cruzar olhares,&lt;br /&gt;deixo-me ao abandono de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o silêncio dorme,&lt;br /&gt;sorrio para o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Quer dizer que estou aqui,&lt;br /&gt;que estás aqui, que me acompanhas,&lt;br /&gt;que me guias, que me falas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;(c) Joaquim Guerra&lt;br /&gt;Imagem gentilmente cedida pelo José.&lt;br /&gt;Visitem: &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nevesfotografia.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://nevesfotografia.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&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/66036365812787238-4374547900401340446?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/4374547900401340446/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=4374547900401340446&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/4374547900401340446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/4374547900401340446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/10/quando-o-silncio-dorme.html' title='Quando o silêncio dorme...'/><author><name>jguerra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488144641628311833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2150/200/eu%20agosto%202006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkevg4E5btI/R7DOQ-esfDI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Ffpj59l1dDg/s72-c/Quando_o_...jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-2402842377385452410</id><published>2008-10-04T15:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:19.081Z</updated><title type='text'>SINGELA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/SFPTzkyIiWI/AAAAAAAAAZE/NLuVXCnTD34/s1600-h/sem+t%C3%83%C2%ADtulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211742076798536034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/SFPTzkyIiWI/AAAAAAAAAZE/NLuVXCnTD34/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sou simples,singela...&lt;br /&gt;Sem geito...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não escrevo bonito...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...nem ficção...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Escrevo apenas o que sinto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O que me vai no coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando só e perdida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Faço uma oração!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nada de especial...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apenas pedindo perdão!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211744447576791090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/SFPV9knt2DI/AAAAAAAAAZM/gdfiZZsSpuQ/s200/62525.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-2402842377385452410?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/2402842377385452410/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=2402842377385452410&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/2402842377385452410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/2402842377385452410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/06/singela.html' title='SINGELA...'/><author><name>lua prateada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511663633517145684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/ST8EOhkA80I/AAAAAAAAAt0/VzO7GmUgS7U/s1600-R/lua02.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/SFPTzkyIiWI/AAAAAAAAAZE/NLuVXCnTD34/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-8926038862094626237</id><published>2008-09-16T23:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T03:57:03.332+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NOSSO RETORNO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/SM_s8-MvJUI/AAAAAAAAAww/YJAeSyuIBvc/s1600-h/roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246672623142643010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/SM_s8-MvJUI/AAAAAAAAAww/YJAeSyuIBvc/s400/roses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;AOS NOSSOS AMIGOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGRADECEMOS PELO CARINHO DEIXADO NOS COMENTÁRIOS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;DURANTE ESTA SEMANA AINDA ESTAREMOS DE VOLTA PARA ESTE CONVIVIO TÃO GRATIFICANTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COM CARINHO DEIXAMOS ESTAS ROSAS ATÉ O NOSSO RETORNO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OS AUTORES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-8926038862094626237?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/8926038862094626237/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=8926038862094626237&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/8926038862094626237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/8926038862094626237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/09/nosso-retorno.html' title='NOSSO RETORNO'/><author><name>Eärwen Tulcakelumë</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/Sj1qbnIQ1PI/AAAAAAAABM0/gwGNQ243HMI/S220/eARWEN+c%C3%B3pia2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/SM_s8-MvJUI/AAAAAAAAAww/YJAeSyuIBvc/s72-c/roses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-3519421489599216949</id><published>2008-08-23T10:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T18:46:44.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'>AOS AMIGOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/SLAF0ZdVKVI/AAAAAAAAAvY/P4qSIm5Ytts/s1600-h/Ninf%C3%A9ias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237692764377131346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/SLAF0ZdVKVI/AAAAAAAAAvY/P4qSIm5Ytts/s400/Ninf%C3%A9ias.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;AOS NOSSOS AMIGOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEDIMOS AOS AMIGOS DESCULPAS POR TÃO LONGA AUSÊNCIA, PORÉM ESTIVEMOS COM PROBLEMAS NA NET . AGORA JÁ SANADOS EM PARTE, AOS POUCOS VAMOS RETORNANDO AS POSTAGENS NORMAIS. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEIXAMOS FLORES DE AGRADECIMENTO AOS AMIGOS O CARINHO QUE SEMPRE EXPRESSAM AQUI NO ALMAS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEM HAJAM A TODOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OS AUTORES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-3519421489599216949?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/3519421489599216949/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=3519421489599216949&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/3519421489599216949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/3519421489599216949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/08/aos-nossos-amigos-pedimos-aos-amigos.html' title='AOS AMIGOS'/><author><name>Eärwen Tulcakelumë</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/Sj1qbnIQ1PI/AAAAAAAABM0/gwGNQ243HMI/S220/eARWEN+c%C3%B3pia2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/SLAF0ZdVKVI/AAAAAAAAAvY/P4qSIm5Ytts/s72-c/Ninf%C3%A9ias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-2191192872897855452</id><published>2008-07-26T21:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:19.813Z</updated><title type='text'>olhar para trás?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/SIvM-XjbMZI/AAAAAAAAAtI/WMwAGx77ISk/s1600-h/olhos+Kim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227497164340146578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="139" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/SIvM-XjbMZI/AAAAAAAAAtI/WMwAGx77ISk/s320/olhos+Kim.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/SIvLwb1EhyI/AAAAAAAAAtA/lN8gaUjKdq8/s1600-h/1bcdec147da2cb9c2e0fa2b71af763a7%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não devemos &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;olhar &lt;/span&gt;para trás para &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;enfrentar &lt;/span&gt;o futuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/SIvK7vnRosI/AAAAAAAAAs4/bLUO_Y2JLSU/s1600-h/1bcdec147da2cb9c2e0fa2b71af763a7%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/SIvK7vnRosI/AAAAAAAAAs4/bLUO_Y2JLSU/s1600-h/1bcdec147da2cb9c2e0fa2b71af763a7%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/SIvK7vnRosI/AAAAAAAAAs4/bLUO_Y2JLSU/s1600-h/1bcdec147da2cb9c2e0fa2b71af763a7%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/SIvK7vnRosI/AAAAAAAAAs4/bLUO_Y2JLSU/s1600-h/1bcdec147da2cb9c2e0fa2b71af763a7%5B1%5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;estivermos sempre pensando no&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt; passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/SIvNKo5aHnI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/d2G8ej_MFDk/s1600-h/1295_im_grande.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227497375154183794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" height="222" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/SIvNKo5aHnI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/d2G8ej_MFDk/s200/1295_im_grande.jpg" width="193" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como podemos olhar o &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;presente&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;JGuerra&lt;/span&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/66036365812787238-2191192872897855452?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/2191192872897855452/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=2191192872897855452&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/2191192872897855452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/2191192872897855452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/07/olhar-para-trs.html' title='olhar para trás?'/><author><name>jguerra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488144641628311833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2150/200/eu%20agosto%202006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/SIvM-XjbMZI/AAAAAAAAAtI/WMwAGx77ISk/s72-c/olhos+Kim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-2582656101184116985</id><published>2008-07-16T00:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:20.075Z</updated><title type='text'>DUALIDADE DE UM ANJO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/SG2AfTJWplI/AAAAAAAAAq0/Gk4hGCExUOA/s1600-h/Anjoca%3F%3Fdo%282%20%20-%202%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218968818396079698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/SG2AfTJWplI/AAAAAAAAAq0/Gk4hGCExUOA/s320/Anjoca%253F%253Fdo%25282%2520%2520-%25202%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;DUALIDADE DE UM ANJO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anjo perdido que vaga na escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Vem sou teu amigo&lt;br /&gt;Veja a luz que dou na tua mão&lt;br /&gt;Olhe para ela agora&lt;br /&gt;Solta tuas correntes, quebre as amarras&lt;br /&gt;Liberta tua alma&lt;br /&gt;Vislumbra esta luz&lt;br /&gt;Pois nela está a tua aurora&lt;br /&gt;Que busca inconsciente&lt;br /&gt;Nos teus sonhos, tua mente&lt;br /&gt;Por isso vagas perdido&lt;br /&gt;Pelo mundo sem a abrigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anjo perdido que vagas na escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Vem sou teu amigo&lt;br /&gt;Da tua mão então&lt;br /&gt;Entrega o que bom nela existe&lt;br /&gt;Será outra pessoa, renascerá&lt;br /&gt;Encontrará razão para viver&lt;br /&gt;Não vai estar mais perdido&lt;br /&gt;Você verá que há verdade&lt;br /&gt;Pois andará sempre comigo&lt;br /&gt;Anjo sou teu amigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Eärwen Tulcakelumë&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-2582656101184116985?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/2582656101184116985/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=2582656101184116985&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/2582656101184116985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/2582656101184116985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/07/dualidade-de-um-anjo.html' title='DUALIDADE DE UM ANJO'/><author><name>Eärwen Tulcakelumë</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/Sj1qbnIQ1PI/AAAAAAAABM0/gwGNQ243HMI/S220/eARWEN+c%C3%B3pia2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/SG2AfTJWplI/AAAAAAAAAq0/Gk4hGCExUOA/s72-c/Anjoca%253F%253Fdo%25282%2520%2520-%25202%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-2864974546220084158</id><published>2008-07-09T10:57:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T00:57:43.830+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um nome...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u6CcJU7jZTQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u6CcJU7jZTQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um nome já te dei&lt;br /&gt;que escrevo&lt;br /&gt;na delicada teia dos meus dias:&lt;br /&gt;Inês, a imaginária e a real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem diria que um dia&lt;br /&gt;perfumarias com os teus sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;a minha solidão de pedra;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;com a tua chegada&lt;br /&gt;abriram-se os portais do templo&lt;br /&gt;e as aves, enfim libertas,&lt;br /&gt;rumaram às estrelas;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e os rios que trouxeste nas mãos&lt;br /&gt;confluíram no meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;sem se conterem nas margens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Amar é palavra que já não chega”&lt;br /&gt;escreveste-me. Reli-te espantado&lt;br /&gt;até à percepção do seu alcance&lt;br /&gt;e percebi a oração votiva&lt;br /&gt;o sobressalto&lt;br /&gt;o tempo rasante das mudanças.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu, tão real&lt;br /&gt;que imaginária te concebo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;efeneto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-2864974546220084158?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/2864974546220084158/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=2864974546220084158&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/2864974546220084158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/2864974546220084158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/07/um-nome.html' title='Um nome...'/><author><name>®efeneto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/TS7zSfkAK6I/AAAAAAAAOZg/f1GZ0aXjBUs/S220/efeneto%2Bjornalista.png'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-801354043776126698</id><published>2008-07-02T22:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:20.226Z</updated><title type='text'>Construí um poema para ti</title><content type='html'>No silêncio, digo o que sinto,&lt;br /&gt;As palavras flutuam em mantos de néctar,&lt;br /&gt;Sabores doces que dão alegria à minha existência,&lt;br /&gt;Pigmentos que se desprendem dos meus olhos…&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que me lembro de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Na felicidade dos momentos ao teu lado,&lt;br /&gt;Partilho sonhos além do sonho…&lt;br /&gt;Encontro o sol no brilho do teu olhar,&lt;br /&gt;Que ilumina toda a minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Pronuncio o teu nome sem parar…&lt;br /&gt;E letra a letra sinto tudo o que há em ti,&lt;br /&gt;Ninfa, deusa, rainha que me conquista&lt;br /&gt;És o amor da minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;Que clamo e quero amar.&lt;br /&gt;Nos meus poemas,&lt;br /&gt;Liberto, com humildade, tudo o que sinto…&lt;br /&gt;Rasgo pedaços do tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Já não há distância, nem barreiras,&lt;br /&gt;Para estar ao pé de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos, sinto o toque da tua pele,&lt;br /&gt;Navego nas ondas do prazer,&lt;br /&gt;Entre correntes de desejo…&lt;br /&gt;Neste mar de paixão, que nasce em nós.&lt;br /&gt;Liberto sentimentos que me correm nas veias,&lt;br /&gt;Nesta magia pura que me embriaga…&lt;br /&gt;Filamentos de mel que matam a minha sede,&lt;br /&gt;Do teu amor que corre em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Beijo a tua boca, perco-me no teu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;Na alquimia do sentimento que nos invade,&lt;br /&gt;O tempo pára quando fazemos amor,&lt;br /&gt;As horas congelam e o mundo pára de girar,&lt;br /&gt;Nada importa … ficamos apenas nós dois.&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo e digo-o ao vento&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te, para sempre…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SGf_qGf21jI/AAAAAAAAAjE/2GrJBO-AxSc/s1600-h/Freiheit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217419792095827506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SGf_qGf21jI/AAAAAAAAAjE/2GrJBO-AxSc/s400/Freiheit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fotografia - Marcio Farias (tema - Freiheit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-801354043776126698?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/801354043776126698/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=801354043776126698&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/801354043776126698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/801354043776126698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/07/constru-um-poema-para-ti.html' title='Construí um poema para ti'/><author><name>Luis Ferreira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/TG0XRV5jd2I/AAAAAAAABTM/k8cQklqXxAA/S220/foto+pequena.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SGf_qGf21jI/AAAAAAAAAjE/2GrJBO-AxSc/s72-c/Freiheit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-1761973326613412226</id><published>2008-06-18T00:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:20.516Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207680016985109762" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Pibc0fT-3Y/SEVlYkxMNQI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/wwGDPwuc5eA/s200/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje acordei em tristeza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caminhei lenta na minha singeleza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Levantei meus olhos à procura do teu olhar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esqueci a vida, para num momento poder amar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabes que luto em busca do amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que quero viver um momento de louco fulgor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De partir para poder ter um sonho talvez perdido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas ser enfim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O espelho de um momento vivido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Garça Real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-1761973326613412226?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/1761973326613412226/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=1761973326613412226&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/1761973326613412226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/1761973326613412226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/06/hoje-acordei-em-tristeza-caminhei-lenta.html' title=''/><author><name>GarçaReal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Pibc0fT-3Y/SMXSE_g_EdI/AAAAAAAAAyc/bqOo1Og0NQI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Pibc0fT-3Y/SEVlYkxMNQI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/wwGDPwuc5eA/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-3332462603653422224</id><published>2008-06-11T16:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:20.623Z</updated><title type='text'>Essa Neblina...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MwZ1Jg2B_4c/SE_rjp9x9NI/AAAAAAAAAGE/lHT35Iw4Hxo/s1600-h/neblina[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210642291683882194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MwZ1Jg2B_4c/SE_rjp9x9NI/AAAAAAAAAGE/lHT35Iw4Hxo/s400/neblina%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Essa neblina que trespassa o meu coração…&lt;br /&gt;Consome a minha alma…&lt;br /&gt;Invade o meu corpo…&lt;br /&gt;Destrói a minha paz…&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixa ser feliz!&lt;br /&gt;Essa Neblina…&lt;br /&gt;…transformou-se em melancolia!&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se estes meus lábios…&lt;br /&gt;…um dia vão voltar a sorrir!&lt;br /&gt;Ou se as fechaduras do meu coração…&lt;br /&gt;…voltarão a se abrir!&lt;br /&gt;Tão pouco se o meu pensamento…&lt;br /&gt;…deixará de estar preso a ti!&lt;br /&gt;Mas…&lt;br /&gt;De uma coisa tenho certeza…&lt;br /&gt;Posso ser indiferente aos olhos alheios…&lt;br /&gt;…mas nunca o serei no meu coração!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;VeRinHaaaaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-3332462603653422224?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/3332462603653422224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=3332462603653422224&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/3332462603653422224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/3332462603653422224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/06/essa-neblina.html' title='Essa Neblina...'/><author><name>Verah...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MwZ1Jg2B_4c/SEGbcSISC3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/jerASRkH-4w/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MwZ1Jg2B_4c/SE_rjp9x9NI/AAAAAAAAAGE/lHT35Iw4Hxo/s72-c/neblina%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-2312250083900536439</id><published>2008-06-05T16:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T22:26:27.359+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; não me apetece &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;escrever&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;e mesmo não dizendo&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; nada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;estou a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;dizer. baralho minha mente, tento não &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt;pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; em nada, mas lá vem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;sempre a palavrinha, a &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;frase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;as imagens que se transformam em ditos que&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onclick="return false;" tabindex="11" href="javascript:void(0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-FAMILY: verdanafont-size:180%;" &gt;quero dizer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-2312250083900536439?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/2312250083900536439/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=2312250083900536439&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/2312250083900536439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/2312250083900536439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/06/nada.html' title='Nada'/><author><name>jguerra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488144641628311833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2150/200/eu%20agosto%202006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-810866308590698645</id><published>2008-05-31T00:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:20.713Z</updated><title type='text'>A MARCA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/SDMSCJw4HxI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Qj64mWajBqs/s1600-h/A%20MARCA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202521822733016850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/SDMSCJw4HxI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Qj64mWajBqs/s400/A%2520MARCA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; A MARCA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos em outras eras&lt;br /&gt;Em outros corpos, outros mundos&lt;br /&gt;O presente e o passado&lt;br /&gt;Mas estamos tão ligados&lt;br /&gt;Que difícil é separar&lt;br /&gt;O que foi do que hoje é&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos da alma demonstram&lt;br /&gt;Que o tempo não apagou&lt;br /&gt;O amor que outrora havia&lt;br /&gt;Apenas amenizou&lt;br /&gt;A paixão que hoje não cabia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O deserto, as caravanas&lt;br /&gt;Tantos séculos a passar&lt;br /&gt;Nos trazem a esperança&lt;br /&gt;De podermos melhorar,&lt;br /&gt;Evoluir , trabalhar&lt;br /&gt;Muitos séculos, muitas vidas&lt;br /&gt;Muitas encarnações a passar&lt;br /&gt;Porém o amor sincero, real&lt;br /&gt;É forte e resistir ao tempo irá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E com certeza vamos nos reencontrar&lt;br /&gt;Pois em nós existe a marca&lt;br /&gt;Que nenhuma encarnação apagou&lt;br /&gt;Em nós existe a marca&lt;br /&gt;Da magia que nos uniu&lt;br /&gt;Que fogo que nos juntou&lt;br /&gt;E selou nossa união&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separado hoje estamos&lt;br /&gt;Pois escolhemos nós assim&lt;br /&gt;Mas unidos pela alma estamos&lt;br /&gt;E vamos assim até o fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By Eärwen Tulcakelumë&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao Meu Anjo que me acompanha por tanto tempo, amor imortal para quem um dia vou retornar.Nossas Terras ainda estão dentro do meu coração. Com o meu eterno amor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eärwen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-810866308590698645?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/810866308590698645/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=810866308590698645&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/810866308590698645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/810866308590698645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/05/marca.html' title='A MARCA'/><author><name>Eärwen Tulcakelumë</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/Sj1qbnIQ1PI/AAAAAAAABM0/gwGNQ243HMI/S220/eARWEN+c%C3%B3pia2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/SDMSCJw4HxI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Qj64mWajBqs/s72-c/A%2520MARCA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-63150458387872919</id><published>2008-05-23T23:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:20.804Z</updated><title type='text'>Alquimia das palavras</title><content type='html'>Das letras surgem palavras,&lt;br /&gt;Sereno mundo em que me deito,&lt;br /&gt;Respiro perfumes no teu leito…&lt;br /&gt;Em linhos de magia.&lt;br /&gt;Estrelas cadentes que se acendem,&lt;br /&gt;Velas que bailam em encantos,&lt;br /&gt;Pedras fundidas num ouro que brilha,&lt;br /&gt;Histórias de alquimia,&lt;br /&gt;Beijos dos amantes.&lt;br /&gt;Voam aves no horizonte laranja,&lt;br /&gt;Quando o dia abraça a noite,&lt;br /&gt;Ardentes sereias a cantar,&lt;br /&gt;Barcos perdidos, segredos no mar,&lt;br /&gt;Em telas de fundo azul.&lt;br /&gt;Moldo o barro com encanto,&lt;br /&gt;Mãos que transformam,&lt;br /&gt;Constroem o mundo…&lt;br /&gt;Foguetes que queimam o céu,&lt;br /&gt;Cores majestosas acendem o prisma.&lt;br /&gt;Criança que brinca,&lt;br /&gt;Ao som da guitarra no fado.&lt;br /&gt;Mel que escorre da flor que nasce,&lt;br /&gt;Janela que abre para a vida,&lt;br /&gt;Truques em fórmulas de encanto,&lt;br /&gt;Dos sonhos e das conquistas.&lt;br /&gt;Máscaras, rostos pintados,&lt;br /&gt;Olhares e sinais distantes,&lt;br /&gt;Amor imortal…&lt;br /&gt;Ecoou a voz na catedral,&lt;br /&gt;No reino da fantasia.&lt;br /&gt;Roubo o tempo ao tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Dedos que escorrem em ribeiros brandos,&lt;br /&gt;Puros momentos de prazer,&lt;br /&gt;Alambique que molda o sonho,&lt;br /&gt;Fermento que lanço na seara despida,&lt;br /&gt;E das palavras nasce assim a poesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SDX802k9DRI/AAAAAAAAAhM/9iwPiRfQetQ/s1600-h/l+autre+masque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203342929430383890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SDX802k9DRI/AAAAAAAAAhM/9iwPiRfQetQ/s400/l+autre+masque.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fotografia - Gonçalves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (tema - L`autre masque)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-63150458387872919?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/63150458387872919/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=63150458387872919&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/63150458387872919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/63150458387872919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/05/alquimia-das-palavras.html' title='Alquimia das palavras'/><author><name>Luis Ferreira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/TG0XRV5jd2I/AAAAAAAABTM/k8cQklqXxAA/S220/foto+pequena.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SDX802k9DRI/AAAAAAAAAhM/9iwPiRfQetQ/s72-c/l+autre+masque.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-2630387458000661028</id><published>2008-05-10T00:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:21.187Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198011649271736738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Pibc0fT-3Y/SCMMDgUvKaI/AAAAAAAAAso/qaqh7kre_Y4/s200/book-leaf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Os meus versos&lt;br /&gt;São gotas do meu sangue ardente&lt;br /&gt;Que abrasa e queima&lt;br /&gt;São farrapos da minha alma quente&lt;br /&gt;Que teima em viver!&lt;br /&gt;São pedaços da minha carne&lt;br /&gt;A palpitar e a sofrer!&lt;br /&gt;Os meus versos&lt;br /&gt;São feridas dolorosas&lt;br /&gt;Que se abriram no meu ser,&lt;br /&gt;Cicatrizes horrorosas&lt;br /&gt;Que se rasgaram sem doer!&lt;br /&gt;Os meus versos&lt;br /&gt;São a minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;Mas não morrerão quando eu morrer!&lt;br /&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/66036365812787238-2630387458000661028?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/2630387458000661028/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=2630387458000661028&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/2630387458000661028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/2630387458000661028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/05/os-meus-versos-so-gotas-do-meu-sangue.html' title=''/><author><name>GarçaReal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Pibc0fT-3Y/SMXSE_g_EdI/AAAAAAAAAyc/bqOo1Og0NQI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Pibc0fT-3Y/SCMMDgUvKaI/AAAAAAAAAso/qaqh7kre_Y4/s72-c/book-leaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-7940245596165285311</id><published>2008-05-07T20:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:21.285Z</updated><title type='text'>“Horizonte”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwZ1Jg2B_4c/SCICTH3ZlmI/AAAAAAAAACg/pTKZq6JLZ2w/s1600-h/Amas_imagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197719447491155554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwZ1Jg2B_4c/SCICTH3ZlmI/AAAAAAAAACg/pTKZq6JLZ2w/s400/Amas_imagem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Busquei no horizonte&lt;br /&gt;Uma forma de ser feliz…&lt;br /&gt;Nada achei!&lt;br /&gt;Busquei na meia-noite&lt;br /&gt;Uma maneira suave de sonhar…&lt;br /&gt;Mas…&lt;br /&gt;Nada sonhei!&lt;br /&gt;Busquei, então…&lt;br /&gt;Onde a razão não pode alcançar…&lt;br /&gt;Fui dentro de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Bem profundo,&lt;br /&gt;e sem querer…&lt;br /&gt;Descobri-te!&lt;br /&gt;Por entre letras mágicas,&lt;br /&gt;Risos,&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas,&lt;br /&gt;Palavras…&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei-te!&lt;br /&gt;…finalmente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Butterfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-7940245596165285311?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/7940245596165285311/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=7940245596165285311&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/7940245596165285311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/7940245596165285311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/05/horizonte.html' title='“Horizonte”'/><author><name>Verah...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MwZ1Jg2B_4c/SEGbcSISC3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/jerASRkH-4w/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwZ1Jg2B_4c/SCICTH3ZlmI/AAAAAAAAACg/pTKZq6JLZ2w/s72-c/Amas_imagem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-4359679222197248419</id><published>2008-05-04T03:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:21.466Z</updated><title type='text'>DEDOS DE POETA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/SB0iyjWNRqI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4BpSUzi6kUs/s1600-h/hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196347796932609698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/SB0iyjWNRqI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4BpSUzi6kUs/s400/hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dos dedos de um poeta,saem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;palavras soltas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não vêem própriamente da mente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas dos dedos que carregam aquela caneta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;São palavras vagas... muito profundas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Carregadas de sentimentos que da boca não saem....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas com os dedos e o coração ele consegue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;transmitir aquilo que sente, lá dentro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bem fundo dagente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   SOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-4359679222197248419?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/4359679222197248419/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=4359679222197248419&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/4359679222197248419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/4359679222197248419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/05/dedos-de-poeta.html' title='DEDOS DE POETA'/><author><name>lua prateada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511663633517145684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/ST8EOhkA80I/AAAAAAAAAt0/VzO7GmUgS7U/s1600-R/lua02.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/SB0iyjWNRqI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4BpSUzi6kUs/s72-c/hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-3138986120416234552</id><published>2008-04-30T00:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:21.637Z</updated><title type='text'>prazer pequeno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkevg4E5btI/R_qjrMcIJ1I/AAAAAAAAAMU/0L0leYXNlG0/s1600-h/TICO+IMSOMNIO.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186637883339450194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkevg4E5btI/R_qjrMcIJ1I/AAAAAAAAAMU/0L0leYXNlG0/s200/TICO+IMSOMNIO.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que prazer não sentir&lt;br /&gt;nada fazer, nem ver&lt;br /&gt;que prazer apenas fica alí&lt;br /&gt;nada fazer,&lt;br /&gt;sentir apenas o lusco-fusco&lt;br /&gt;sentir somente o suave algodão&lt;br /&gt;a preguiça, o espreguiçar, o bocejar&lt;br /&gt;a almofada, os lençóis&lt;br /&gt;que prazer ficar deitado até tarde&lt;br /&gt;mesmo com muito para fazer&lt;br /&gt;ou até com pouco, mas&lt;br /&gt;ficar, deixar-se estar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-3138986120416234552?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/3138986120416234552/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=3138986120416234552&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/3138986120416234552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/3138986120416234552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/04/prazer-pequeno.html' title='prazer pequeno'/><author><name>jguerra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488144641628311833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2150/200/eu%20agosto%202006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkevg4E5btI/R_qjrMcIJ1I/AAAAAAAAAMU/0L0leYXNlG0/s72-c/TICO+IMSOMNIO.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-5107215095146844274</id><published>2008-04-26T15:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:21.883Z</updated><title type='text'>A VISÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/SBNtBNoCggI/AAAAAAAAAnE/37_6SiG6SUU/s1600-h/duplo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193614662893208066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/SBNtBNoCggI/AAAAAAAAAnE/37_6SiG6SUU/s320/duplo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; A VISÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como dizer ao tempo&lt;br /&gt;Que ele tem que parar&lt;br /&gt;Quero voltar em vida&lt;br /&gt;Nas terras em que vivi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como dizer ao tempo&lt;br /&gt;Que ele não tem sentido algum&lt;br /&gt;Se posso eu ter agora&lt;br /&gt;O que outrora eu tinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como vencer esse Senhor&lt;br /&gt;Que teima em me aprisionar&lt;br /&gt;Neste corpo que hoje tenho&lt;br /&gt;Se eu estou a te buscar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como dizer a este Senhor&lt;br /&gt;Que traz a ampulheta a girar&lt;br /&gt;Que o amor é imortal, interminável&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de nós reside desde há muito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O deserto, as piramedes, o lugar&lt;br /&gt;A esfinge , os rituais, os deuses a desfilar&lt;br /&gt;Osíris, Isis, Hóros, Rá&lt;br /&gt;Anúbis sempre em guarda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como enfrentar o Ceifador&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegar afinal&lt;br /&gt;Somente mostrando a ele&lt;br /&gt;Que nosso amor é real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vislumbro pela janela&lt;br /&gt;Ele não se detém, mas não é o mal&lt;br /&gt;A lágrima que escorre da face&lt;br /&gt;Nos dará vida afinal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By Eärwen Tulcakleumë &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada de macabro existe aqui, nem se olharmos bem a foto. Este é o nosso destino, a transformação, onde estaremos livre desse corpo, dessa forma, para sermos realmente reais, espíritos perfeitos feitos pelo Criador de Tudo, Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eärwen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-5107215095146844274?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/5107215095146844274/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=5107215095146844274&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/5107215095146844274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/5107215095146844274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/04/viso.html' title='A VISÃO'/><author><name>Eärwen Tulcakelumë</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/Sj1qbnIQ1PI/AAAAAAAABM0/gwGNQ243HMI/S220/eARWEN+c%C3%B3pia2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/SBNtBNoCggI/AAAAAAAAAnE/37_6SiG6SUU/s72-c/duplo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-7389889843388502020</id><published>2008-04-23T00:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:22.078Z</updated><title type='text'>Pontes do Infinito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/SA3qwLDLqKI/AAAAAAAADHU/d-YopkMNwDY/s1600-h/pontes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192064058748807330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/SA3qwLDLqKI/AAAAAAAADHU/d-YopkMNwDY/s400/pontes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pois é...quem pode medir a essência do infinito, ou o alcance da sua mágoa por ser tudo e não ter consciência do que é um princípio e um fim, um começo e uma paragem, uma interrogação e uma resposta...Então podemos tocar o simples e na complexidade da racionalidade achar de novo o...simples...Como formigas de ar, vemos uma ponte chamada eternidade despontar sobre nós...e por isso decompomos a fartura da imaginação criativa em pequenas pedras apenas férteis mentalmente. Assim aparecem-nos finalmente as medidas das coisas, e nós homens que vivemos na ponte da eternidade, vimo-nos cansados sobre o tropeçar das pedras dos anos, horas, minutos e segundos. Torna-se assim evidente que quanto mais pedras as nossas rugas mentais suportarem, mais sábios somos, mas no fundo ninguém ultrapassou essa ponte. Nem o fará enquanto a gula dessas pedras continuar. Há pontes que não foram feitas para se chegar de um sítio a outro, mas apenas para nos sentar-mos nelas, de pés vogando no vazio e onde os sóis da serenidade se põem para logo regressar, enquanto rios de curiosidade navegam debaixo de nós. Assim são as pontes do infinito e da Eternidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;© efeneto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-7389889843388502020?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/7389889843388502020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=7389889843388502020&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/7389889843388502020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/7389889843388502020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/04/pontes-do-infinito.html' title='Pontes do Infinito'/><author><name>®efeneto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/TS7zSfkAK6I/AAAAAAAAOZg/f1GZ0aXjBUs/S220/efeneto%2Bjornalista.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/SA3qwLDLqKI/AAAAAAAADHU/d-YopkMNwDY/s72-c/pontes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-3594561900579603347</id><published>2008-04-20T01:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:22.187Z</updated><title type='text'>A noite foi feita para amar</title><content type='html'>A noite é serena,&lt;br /&gt;Feita de encantos adormecidos,&lt;br /&gt;Onde deslizamos em algodão e linho…&lt;br /&gt;Flutuando como plumas…&lt;br /&gt;És parte de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Mantas de estrelas,&lt;br /&gt;Rasgos de magia…&lt;br /&gt;Dançamos na sombra e na luz da lua,&lt;br /&gt;Fomentamos a fantasia.&lt;br /&gt;Ardente no tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Somos tudo o que podemos ser,&lt;br /&gt;No teu olhar profundo,&lt;br /&gt;Descubro o sorriso do mar…&lt;br /&gt;Embalo em desejos paradisíacos,&lt;br /&gt;Navego no teu corpo de mulher.&lt;br /&gt;Prazer, desejos… Sonhos atrevidos,&lt;br /&gt;União em corpos perdidos,&lt;br /&gt;Voamos em beijos quentes,&lt;br /&gt;Onde matamos a sede.&lt;br /&gt;No toque suave da tua mão…&lt;br /&gt;Estremeço em paixões contidas,&lt;br /&gt;Deslizamos nos abraços derradeiros,&lt;br /&gt;Neste amor tão verdadeiro,&lt;br /&gt;Onde a noite não terá fim.&lt;br /&gt;Nas palavras sentidas,&lt;br /&gt;Entre os sons da ternura feita,&lt;br /&gt;Quebramos o silêncio em mel,&lt;br /&gt;Suor que cai em leves rios…&lt;br /&gt;Neste sentimento perpétuo e fiel.&lt;br /&gt;Leva-me a ver o mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Em viagens de cometas…&lt;br /&gt;Tão longe os sonhos foram,&lt;br /&gt;Não importa onde fomos,&lt;br /&gt;Nem se escondemos o luar…&lt;br /&gt;Pois a noite meu amor…&lt;br /&gt;A noite!!!&lt;br /&gt;Foi feita… para amar. &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SAqKaGd6LDI/AAAAAAAAAfc/H0LXJhEw1Xk/s1600-h/Sentimentos+perdidos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191113701515209778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SAqKaGd6LDI/AAAAAAAAAfc/H0LXJhEw1Xk/s400/Sentimentos+perdidos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fotografia - Marta Ferreira (Tema - Sentimentos Perdidos... (II))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-3594561900579603347?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/3594561900579603347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=3594561900579603347&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/3594561900579603347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/3594561900579603347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/04/noite-foi-feita-para-amar.html' title='A noite foi feita para amar'/><author><name>Luis Ferreira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/TG0XRV5jd2I/AAAAAAAABTM/k8cQklqXxAA/S220/foto+pequena.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/SAqKaGd6LDI/AAAAAAAAAfc/H0LXJhEw1Xk/s72-c/Sentimentos+perdidos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-3223261505046353281</id><published>2008-04-12T00:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:22.648Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183909680935045410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Pibc0fT-3Y/R_DyY6fXiSI/AAAAAAAAAqg/2I_CFr6Q8Kg/s200/2007-07-20%2B-%2Bdias%2Bde%2Bneblina%2B-%2Bfog%2Bdays.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na procura da vida esquecida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na entrega da alma empalidecida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Encontrei nas pedras do caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A permanência da tua ausência,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E na neblina, teu olhar esmaecido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Olhei entontecida em meu redor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na louca procura de um beijo perdido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No encontro de um desencontro de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que num ténue rasto de solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Abarca a alma e em sofreguidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tenta recordar um dia de explendor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em sublime pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rasgo a alma,agarro as lembranças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seguro a vida, a luz e as esperanças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E parto em paz desejada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Para habitar no longínquo firmamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Garça Real&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-3223261505046353281?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/3223261505046353281/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=3223261505046353281&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/3223261505046353281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/3223261505046353281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/04/na-procura-da-vida-esquecida-na-entrega.html' title=''/><author><name>GarçaReal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Pibc0fT-3Y/SMXSE_g_EdI/AAAAAAAAAyc/bqOo1Og0NQI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Pibc0fT-3Y/R_DyY6fXiSI/AAAAAAAAAqg/2I_CFr6Q8Kg/s72-c/2007-07-20%2B-%2Bdias%2Bde%2Bneblina%2B-%2Bfog%2Bdays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-3474487165571763363</id><published>2008-04-09T00:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:22.748Z</updated><title type='text'>Amor é...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwZ1Jg2B_4c/R_ug1KzRsUI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GN5y3hPOXpw/s1600-h/Almas+imagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186916231140192578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwZ1Jg2B_4c/R_ug1KzRsUI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GN5y3hPOXpw/s400/Almas+imagem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Querer ser mais que eu própria…&lt;br /&gt;Embriagar-me de estrelas…&lt;br /&gt;Subir ao cimo do céu,&lt;br /&gt;E querer ser tua!&lt;br /&gt;Dormir sobre o teu lençol,&lt;br /&gt;E pensar na noite que passamos!…&lt;br /&gt;Encharcar-me do teu eu….&lt;br /&gt;É ter sede de te amar…&lt;br /&gt;Loucura de te abraçar…&lt;br /&gt;Ofereço-te o céu e a lua!&lt;br /&gt;É nos meus sonhos sentir,&lt;br /&gt;O teu corpo no meu,&lt;br /&gt;Ver os teus lábios a sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir-te dizer que me amas!&lt;br /&gt;Quero queimar-te de paixão…&lt;br /&gt;É chorar sem razão…&lt;br /&gt;É o que eu sinto por ti!...&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te imenso… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Butterfly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-3474487165571763363?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/3474487165571763363/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=3474487165571763363&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/3474487165571763363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/3474487165571763363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/04/amor.html' title='Amor é...'/><author><name>Verah...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MwZ1Jg2B_4c/SEGbcSISC3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/jerASRkH-4w/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwZ1Jg2B_4c/R_ug1KzRsUI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GN5y3hPOXpw/s72-c/Almas+imagem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-9140700876385971616</id><published>2008-04-05T15:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:22.943Z</updated><title type='text'>TUA PARTIDA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/R_eNV1EvtOI/AAAAAAAAAT8/_RO3MgFO5HQ/s1600-h/despedida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185768902104167650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/R_eNV1EvtOI/AAAAAAAAAT8/_RO3MgFO5HQ/s400/despedida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Deitado em teu leito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pelo percurso da vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Levas em teu peito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O desgosto da partida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Partes para a aventura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que DEUS te proteja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E te livre de tanta amargura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mão mais chorarás...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Terras longínquas te esperam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aí teu grande amor viverás!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sê FELIZ!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                                                   SOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-9140700876385971616?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/9140700876385971616/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=9140700876385971616&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/9140700876385971616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/9140700876385971616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/04/tua-partida.html' title='TUA PARTIDA...'/><author><name>lua prateada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511663633517145684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/ST8EOhkA80I/AAAAAAAAAt0/VzO7GmUgS7U/s1600-R/lua02.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/R_eNV1EvtOI/AAAAAAAAAT8/_RO3MgFO5HQ/s72-c/despedida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-2968571589443259602</id><published>2008-04-02T00:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:23.116Z</updated><title type='text'>Sem Titulo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/R_KCnoEe-aI/AAAAAAAAC60/v4qHiI64W2w/s1600-h/beijo226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184349738339596706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/R_KCnoEe-aI/AAAAAAAAC60/v4qHiI64W2w/s400/beijo226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sentir à claridade é como morrer para nós. Não devemos ficar pelo visível. Este ofusca-nos, esconde o que nos torna gente. Sentir o sentimento do que está oculto sem olhar para aflorar o ser.&lt;br /&gt;Interiorizar a imagem, transformá-la e ter a possibilidade de criar uma obra que evoca outra imagem e assim sucessivamente. Se o acto de nomear nos lembra formas...calemo-nos e no silêncio tentemos delimitá-las. O essencial é invisível aos nossos olhos. Fechem-nos e sintam aquilo que não vêm. Em breve, terão novas formas saídas de um abstracto concreto. Algo não visitado pelo real que nos é impossível sentir à luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Faça-se tudo negro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Consultar a noite é como consultar o maravilhoso desconhecido que nos é permitido sentir,&lt;br /&gt;Fazer do abstracto forma é desafiar a arte, é tentar realizar o que nos é impossível revelar por palavras. A linguagem é pequena para isso. Formem-se conjuntos novos de letras partindo dos existentes. Associem-se ideias desconexas e criem-se elementos abstractos que remetam para aquilo que sentimos no nosso mais profundo delírio. Criem-se novas frases que exprimam a nossa imagem mesmo que para isso seja necessário romper com as normas.&lt;br /&gt;Largar o real e conseguir dar a conhecer novas paisagens.&lt;br /&gt;Dar asas ao sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Multiplicar as imagens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PS: Este poema foi escrito em tempos idos de faculdade, já lá vão pelo menos 10 anos. Encontrei-o há uns meses e fui guardando, esperando a altura de postar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by jguerra @&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-2968571589443259602?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/2968571589443259602/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=2968571589443259602&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/2968571589443259602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/2968571589443259602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/04/sem-titulo.html' title='Sem Titulo'/><author><name>®efeneto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/TS7zSfkAK6I/AAAAAAAAOZg/f1GZ0aXjBUs/S220/efeneto%2Bjornalista.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/R_KCnoEe-aI/AAAAAAAAC60/v4qHiI64W2w/s72-c/beijo226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-2336457293212931483</id><published>2008-03-22T00:00:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:23.251Z</updated><title type='text'>Primeiro Aniversário</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/R-OxZ4Ee9oI/AAAAAAAACzY/fz4WuSIBNPk/s1600-h/Imagem1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180179054512240258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/R-OxZ4Ee9oI/AAAAAAAACzY/fz4WuSIBNPk/s400/Imagem1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nunca pensamos que um dia&lt;br /&gt;Fossemos assim nos juntar&lt;br /&gt;Neste espaço onde amigos&lt;br /&gt;Reúnem-se para postar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É um espaço em comum&lt;br /&gt;Feito de almas afins&lt;br /&gt;ALMAS POETICAS que escrevem&lt;br /&gt;Desejos, sentimentos, vivências enfim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigos que sentem diferente,&lt;br /&gt;que diferentemente vivem e recriam&lt;br /&gt;espaços de memória que aqui deixam&lt;br /&gt;repletos de almas cruzadas e sentidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percursos e viagens que se entrecruzam,&lt;br /&gt;se repelem, se apegam à alma&lt;br /&gt;do leitor que os mantém vivos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para trás deixámos&lt;br /&gt;O interior de nosso passado&lt;br /&gt;Para aqui nos reunirmos&lt;br /&gt;E fazer do ALMAS um blog muito amado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim mais uma vez aqui estamos&lt;br /&gt;Agradecendo vosso carinho...&lt;br /&gt;Olhos lindos os vossos&lt;br /&gt;Que visitaram nosso cantinho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com vossas próprias almas sentiram&lt;br /&gt;Cada palavra por nós proferida&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes até!...&lt;br /&gt;Com ela ferida pela vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas palavras crescemos, nas palavras bebemos...&lt;br /&gt;Texto a texto, libertamos a nossa alma,&lt;br /&gt;Neste blog pintamos a magia,&lt;br /&gt;E em cada momento, damos asas ao nosso sentimento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De corpo, alma e de coração cheio,&lt;br /&gt;Damos de nós mesmos, a quem nos lê,&lt;br /&gt;E voamos no sonho a uma só voz,&lt;br /&gt;Porque o sonho começa em cada um de nós...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje aqui estou perante vós caros corações...almas alegres ou tristes....hoje aqui me encontro perante vós. Mistérios desconhecidos...palavras soltas...fingidas e verdadeiras como o meu coração que aqui bate.... perante vós aqui deixo cair os meus braços....deixando voar as palavras que dentro de mim tenho presas...deixo-as ir num gesto de mortalidade...não as quero para mim e não irei utilizar mais.....podem me tentar...podem contra mim praguejar...porque deixei voar as palavras para quem sem elas não consegue viver....para quem as procura sempre que calma se torna constante. Aqui perante vós...rostos tapados....escondidos na noite sem que a penumbra queiram...me ajoelho na minha humilde e mortal existência por tão boas palavras de vós receber....Encontro de palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;« Aqui, as almas repousam no silêncio da palavra...&lt;br /&gt;As palavras pronunciadas só têm significado&lt;br /&gt;No silêncio em que mergulham...»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os Autores&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-2336457293212931483?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/2336457293212931483/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=2336457293212931483&amp;isPopup=true' title='38 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/2336457293212931483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/2336457293212931483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/03/primeiro-aniversrio.html' title='Primeiro Aniversário'/><author><name>®efeneto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/TS7zSfkAK6I/AAAAAAAAOZg/f1GZ0aXjBUs/S220/efeneto%2Bjornalista.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/R-OxZ4Ee9oI/AAAAAAAACzY/fz4WuSIBNPk/s72-c/Imagem1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-5903443697942565755</id><published>2008-03-19T00:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:23.445Z</updated><title type='text'>Sou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ou…&lt;br /&gt;A verdade que corre nas gotas de água, numa lágrima,&lt;br /&gt;A mentira que corrói o aço num coração ferido,&lt;br /&gt;As palavras do poeta que partem nas asas do vento,&lt;br /&gt;O menino que existe nas lembranças do tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Sou…&lt;br /&gt;O sonho na madrugada de cristal envolta em partículas de luz,&lt;br /&gt;O sorriso da alegria partilhada nas brincadeiras vividas,&lt;br /&gt;A paixão sentida no calor de um beijo,&lt;br /&gt;A harmonia do luar de uma lua tímida ao entardecer.&lt;br /&gt;Sou…&lt;br /&gt;A tempestade das ondas que envolvem o mar,&lt;br /&gt;A força que trava a bala que te fere o corpo,&lt;br /&gt;O sopro suave da brisa que te segreda ao ouvido,&lt;br /&gt;O tempo que pára quando estou contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Sou…&lt;br /&gt;A areia molhada que regista as marcas do teu caminhar,&lt;br /&gt;As estrelas brilhantes que iluminam o teu sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;A bandeira que deflagra na esperança do amanhã,&lt;br /&gt;O corpo que te abraça e se transforma no porto de abrigo.&lt;br /&gt;Sou…&lt;br /&gt;Apenas alguém que te ama…&lt;br /&gt;Sou… apenas alguém…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/R-BVdgOqCWI/AAAAAAAAAdY/kn_HF-b1FAQ/s1600-h/hoping+love+will+last.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179233536832047458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/R-BVdgOqCWI/AAAAAAAAAdY/kn_HF-b1FAQ/s400/hoping+love+will+last.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fotografia - grENDel (tema - hoping love will last)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-5903443697942565755?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/5903443697942565755/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=5903443697942565755&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/5903443697942565755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/5903443697942565755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/03/sou.html' title='Sou...'/><author><name>Luis Ferreira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/TG0XRV5jd2I/AAAAAAAABTM/k8cQklqXxAA/S220/foto+pequena.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/R-BVdgOqCWI/AAAAAAAAAdY/kn_HF-b1FAQ/s72-c/hoping+love+will+last.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-7136394324129040854</id><published>2008-03-12T00:05:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:24.123Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Pibc0fT-3Y/R8BN5hvpRqI/AAAAAAAAAks/HcsYUzg5FN8/s1600-h/DSCF2367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170218022927419042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Pibc0fT-3Y/R8BN5hvpRqI/AAAAAAAAAks/HcsYUzg5FN8/s200/DSCF2367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não me amaste!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E em minha alma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ficaram presas as penas de perder-te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No cárcere da minha tristeza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As lágrimas chorando o teu amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rolam pelo chão como escravas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eternamente acesas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A minha alma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vive em câncro transformada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Presa a uma certeza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não me amaste!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E nem sequer suspeitas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que a dor da minha dor maior&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que na vida me traz insatisfeita,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não é sòmente a dor,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De não ter o teu amor,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas sim a dor,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De não sentir a minha dor desfeita.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garça Real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-7136394324129040854?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/7136394324129040854/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=7136394324129040854&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/7136394324129040854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/7136394324129040854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-me-amaste-e-em-minha-alma-ficaram.html' title=''/><author><name>GarçaReal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Pibc0fT-3Y/SMXSE_g_EdI/AAAAAAAAAyc/bqOo1Og0NQI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Pibc0fT-3Y/R8BN5hvpRqI/AAAAAAAAAks/HcsYUzg5FN8/s72-c/DSCF2367.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-6392109850114420807</id><published>2008-03-08T20:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:24.249Z</updated><title type='text'>Caminhos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwZ1Jg2B_4c/R9L29BrCw4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/NgGVoRdGjJQ/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175470450083545986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwZ1Jg2B_4c/R9L29BrCw4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/NgGVoRdGjJQ/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; São infinitos os caminhos do mundo!&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Encontram-se;&lt;br /&gt;- Cruzam-se;&lt;br /&gt;- Tocam-se;&lt;br /&gt;- Fundem-se;&lt;br /&gt;- Unem-se;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, nestes caminhos cruzados,&lt;br /&gt;Existem:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Histórias imortais;&lt;br /&gt;- Momentos eternos;&lt;br /&gt;- Factos inesquecíveis;&lt;br /&gt;- Vidas que não se apagam;&lt;br /&gt;- Imagens permanentes;&lt;br /&gt;- Pequenos “nadas” tão importantes;&lt;br /&gt;Há pessoas que:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Te cativam;&lt;br /&gt;- Se completam;&lt;br /&gt;- Se entregam;&lt;br /&gt;- Se partilham;&lt;br /&gt;- Se querem bem…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso para termos uma vida feliz temos de saber lidar com isto…&lt;br /&gt;E procurar o melhor caminho para tudo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-6392109850114420807?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/6392109850114420807/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=6392109850114420807&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/6392109850114420807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/6392109850114420807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/03/caminhos.html' title='Caminhos...'/><author><name>Verah...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MwZ1Jg2B_4c/SEGbcSISC3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/jerASRkH-4w/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwZ1Jg2B_4c/R9L29BrCw4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/NgGVoRdGjJQ/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-3872498756380595328</id><published>2008-03-06T13:54:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:24.515Z</updated><title type='text'>AMENDOEIRA EM FLOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/R8_5bu-aq6I/AAAAAAAAAR8/U-Ev2tNkcfs/s1600-h/CpiadeSemTtulo-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174628751733599138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/R8_5bu-aq6I/AAAAAAAAAR8/U-Ev2tNkcfs/s400/CpiadeSemTtulo-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Minha terra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como tu não hà igual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Com tuas amendoeiras em flor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que despontam com o carnaval.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nela meus olhos se deliciam &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu espíto se satisfaz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Olhando o horizonte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sinto-me cheia de paz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-3872498756380595328?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/3872498756380595328/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=3872498756380595328&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/3872498756380595328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/3872498756380595328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/03/amendoeira-em-flor.html' title='AMENDOEIRA EM FLOR'/><author><name>lua prateada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511663633517145684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/ST8EOhkA80I/AAAAAAAAAt0/VzO7GmUgS7U/s1600-R/lua02.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/R8_5bu-aq6I/AAAAAAAAAR8/U-Ev2tNkcfs/s72-c/CpiadeSemTtulo-7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-4490274870429137383</id><published>2008-03-01T15:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:24.774Z</updated><title type='text'>Agrilhoados</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/R8l06xUviQI/AAAAAAAACrw/LYwFQY6HjsQ/s1600-h/jail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172794200033298690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/R8l06xUviQI/AAAAAAAACrw/LYwFQY6HjsQ/s400/jail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; agrilhoados no espaço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;agrilhoados no tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;agrilhoados em nós&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nos vemos em nós &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laços que perduram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;laços que nos aturam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;laços que nos fecha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mem nós de nós &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e presos vamos caminhando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;presos vamos criando vínculos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;presos no tempo-espaço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;presos em nós&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(c) Joaquim Guerra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-4490274870429137383?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/4490274870429137383/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=4490274870429137383&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/4490274870429137383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/4490274870429137383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/03/agrilhoados.html' title='Agrilhoados'/><author><name>®efeneto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/TS7zSfkAK6I/AAAAAAAAOZg/f1GZ0aXjBUs/S220/efeneto%2Bjornalista.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/R8l06xUviQI/AAAAAAAACrw/LYwFQY6HjsQ/s72-c/jail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-365751211703672259</id><published>2008-02-27T02:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:24.879Z</updated><title type='text'>VULCÕES DE AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/R8Lwe9R1iBI/AAAAAAAAAik/ncXPwsv1u7k/s1600-h/anja3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170959736810866706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/R8Lwe9R1iBI/AAAAAAAAAik/ncXPwsv1u7k/s400/anja3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Vulcões de Amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos feitos da mesma essência&lt;br /&gt;Do mesmo fogo transformador&lt;br /&gt;Por isso sentimos tanto&lt;br /&gt;Da mesma forma&lt;br /&gt;Os prazeres e as dores do amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes nos parece sermos puros&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes cresce em nós uma ira sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Que explode tal qual um vulcão&lt;br /&gt;Quando alguém tenta duvidar&lt;br /&gt;Que existe em nós tamanha emoção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois vivemos pautados nos coração&lt;br /&gt;Que poderia simplesmente ser vulcão&lt;br /&gt;Que adora ser a calmaria no prazer&lt;br /&gt;Rapidamente se incandesce&lt;br /&gt;E explode, muitas vezes, nos tirando a razão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas assim como qualquer dos elementos&lt;br /&gt;Que vão do equilíbrio a insensatez&lt;br /&gt;Vamos nós doce Anjo entre o amor&lt;br /&gt;E a total embriaguez...&lt;br /&gt;E por quantas vezes nos vemos como iguais&lt;br /&gt;Criaturas variantes de um elemento acolhedor&lt;br /&gt;Instável, arrebatador&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes tão devastador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porém por que nos temer?&lt;br /&gt;Se conseguimos ao mesmo tempo ser&lt;br /&gt;amante, acolhedor, aconchegante&lt;br /&gt;Como um Anjo Libertador&lt;br /&gt;Que saindo do seio da mãe terra em brasa&lt;br /&gt;Tocando com suas asas a todos encanta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E caminhamos assim, nós, agora&lt;br /&gt;Entendendo nossa trajetória&lt;br /&gt;Que estaremos sempre ligados&lt;br /&gt;Em sentimentos e coração&lt;br /&gt;Como um vulcão se que equilibra&lt;br /&gt;Entre o dormir e a erupção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Eärwen Tulcakelumë&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-365751211703672259?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/365751211703672259/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=365751211703672259&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/365751211703672259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/365751211703672259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/02/vulces-de-amor.html' title='VULCÕES DE AMOR'/><author><name>Eärwen Tulcakelumë</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/Sj1qbnIQ1PI/AAAAAAAABM0/gwGNQ243HMI/S220/eARWEN+c%C3%B3pia2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/R8Lwe9R1iBI/AAAAAAAAAik/ncXPwsv1u7k/s72-c/anja3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-8199388633222968763</id><published>2008-02-23T00:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:25.042Z</updated><title type='text'>Pote da Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/R7BGpuCP57I/AAAAAAAACeA/5F-JgfGJ2BY/s1600-h/6046_g[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165706455140001714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/R7BGpuCP57I/AAAAAAAACeA/5F-JgfGJ2BY/s400/6046_g%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Quando a tua vida parece um caos e as 24 horas por dia parecem não chegar,&lt;br /&gt;lembra-te do pote de vidro e do café&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na sala de aula, o professor estava de pé com alguns objectos em cima da secretária. Quando a aula começou ele, calado, pegou num frasco grande de vidro vazio e começou a enchê-lo com bolas de golfe. Quando não cabiam mais, ele perguntou aos alunos se achavam que o frasco estava cheio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Todos responderam que sim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O professor então pegou num saco de feijões secos e, ao chocalhar o frasco, estes iam entrando para os buracos vazios entre as bolas de golfe. Quando não cabiam mais, ele perguntou aos alunos se achavam que o frasco estava cheio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Todos responderam que sim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Neste ponto, o professor despejou um saco de areia para dentro do frasco. Como é óbvio, a areia ocupou todo o espaço restante do frasco. Quando não cabiam mais ele perguntou aos alunos se achavam que o frasco estava cheio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Todos responderam que sim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi então que o professor agarrou em dois copos de café e os entornou lá para dentro. Agora sim, não havia mais espaço. Os alunos desataram a rir !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Agora," disse o professor enquanto as gargalhadas ainda se ouviam, "eu quero que vocês reconheçam que este frasco representa a organização da vossa vida".&lt;br /&gt;-"As bolas de golfe são as coisas mais importantes: a família; os filhos; a saúde; os amigos e tudo o que vos é mais querido, de modo a que se tudo na vida desaparecesse e só ficassem elas, a vossa vida continuava cheia!"&lt;br /&gt;"Os feijões são as outras coisas importantes da vida: o trabalho; a casa; o carro;&lt;br /&gt;-"A areia é tudo o resto das coisinhas pequeninas."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se encherem primeiro o frasco com a areia, já não há espaço para o feijão nem as bolas de golfe.&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo se passa com a vida. Se gastarem todo o tempo e a vossa energia com as pequenas coisas nunca vão ter espaço para as coisas que são verdadeiramente importantes para vocês.&lt;br /&gt;Prestem atenção às coisas que são essenciais à vossa felicidade. Brinquem com as crianças. Tirem tempo para ir ao médico, talvez fazer um check-up. Saiam para um jantar romântico. Vai haver sempre tempo para arrumar a casa, para despachar um trabalho que só falta um bocadinho. Tomem conta das vossas bolas de golfe primeiro, das coisas que têm mesmo importância. Tenham prioridades. Para o resto vai sempre haver espaço. Não encham o vosso frasco primeiro com a areia, pois as bolas de golfe não vão caber no fim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um aluno perguntou: - E o café o que é ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Ainda bem que perguntas. Eu ia agora mesmo dizer-vos.&lt;br /&gt;É que mesmo que sintam que a vossa vida está cheia, há sempre espaço para beber um café com um amigo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-8199388633222968763?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/8199388633222968763/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=8199388633222968763&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/8199388633222968763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/8199388633222968763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/02/quando-tua-vida-parece-um-caos-e-as-24.html' title='Pote da Vida'/><author><name>®efeneto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/TS7zSfkAK6I/AAAAAAAAOZg/f1GZ0aXjBUs/S220/efeneto%2Bjornalista.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/R7BGpuCP57I/AAAAAAAACeA/5F-JgfGJ2BY/s72-c/6046_g%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-6471850925828746318</id><published>2008-02-20T20:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:25.169Z</updated><title type='text'>Construí um mundo de ti</title><content type='html'>De uma lágrima tua,&lt;br /&gt;Construí um mar e nele naveguei,&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo a beleza dos teus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Embalado pela brisa do perfume do teu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;E nessa imensidão deixei-me levar,&lt;br /&gt;Como marinheiro nesse mar,&lt;br /&gt;Sentido a pureza do teu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Na noite desenhei pontos de luz no céu,&lt;br /&gt;E escrevi, com o luar, palavras em séculos de vida,&lt;br /&gt;Registadas em ardósias de sentimentos,&lt;br /&gt;Onde me perdi, onde me encontrei...&lt;br /&gt;Como velho peregrino,&lt;br /&gt;Nas viagens registadas nas linhas da tua mão.&lt;br /&gt;Embalei em melodias,&lt;br /&gt;E nelas suspirei em gritos de silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;Timbres suaves que a tua voz abraçava,&lt;br /&gt;Nas notas da partitura transformadas em encanto.&lt;br /&gt;Através do teu beijo, aqueci o sol&lt;br /&gt;E com a cor dos teus lábios pintei o meu sangue...&lt;br /&gt;Correndo vivo em minhas veias,&lt;br /&gt;Em rios de alegria e felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;De uma lágrima tua,&lt;br /&gt;Construí este mundo e nele me deitei,&lt;br /&gt;E assim fiquei em harmonia,&lt;br /&gt;Para te admirar todos os dias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/R7yIDRz53eI/AAAAAAAAAbo/enBCHZjq6UI/s1600-h/1752618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169156062216576482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/R7yIDRz53eI/AAAAAAAAAbo/enBCHZjq6UI/s400/1752618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fotografia - Francisco Garrett (Sem titulo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-6471850925828746318?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/6471850925828746318/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=6471850925828746318&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/6471850925828746318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/6471850925828746318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/02/constru-um-mundo-de-ti.html' title='Construí um mundo de ti'/><author><name>Luis Ferreira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/TG0XRV5jd2I/AAAAAAAABTM/k8cQklqXxAA/S220/foto+pequena.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/R7yIDRz53eI/AAAAAAAAAbo/enBCHZjq6UI/s72-c/1752618.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-3092690270589794067</id><published>2008-02-13T00:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:25.815Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Pibc0fT-3Y/R7A33BvpReI/AAAAAAAAAiY/U9IY0IjKCIc/s1600-h/ca_45_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165690191094564322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Pibc0fT-3Y/R7A33BvpReI/AAAAAAAAAiY/U9IY0IjKCIc/s400/ca_45_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando o meu olhar se prender nos teus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ofertando amor e ternura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que o meu carinho seja só escolhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E a minha vida um inferno de amargura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando os meus lábios unidos numa prece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beijarem a tua fronte esmaecida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que sintas a dor que meu peito estremece,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que te marquem amor para toda a vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garça Real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A todos os membros do Almas Poéticas&lt;br /&gt;O meu obrigada por me acolherem em vosso espaço&lt;br /&gt;O meu carinho a todos vós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-3092690270589794067?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/3092690270589794067/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=3092690270589794067&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/3092690270589794067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/3092690270589794067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/02/quando-o-meu-olhar-se-prender-nos-teus_13.html' title=''/><author><name>GarçaReal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Pibc0fT-3Y/SMXSE_g_EdI/AAAAAAAAAyc/bqOo1Og0NQI/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Pibc0fT-3Y/R7A33BvpReI/AAAAAAAAAiY/U9IY0IjKCIc/s72-c/ca_45_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-1215053519491424223</id><published>2008-02-09T00:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:26.033Z</updated><title type='text'>Inquietação...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTK0n3H-_qk/R6zPDdpbPgI/AAAAAAAAALo/at2DBpSFuJo/s1600-h/Imagem6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164730531092053506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTK0n3H-_qk/R6zPDdpbPgI/AAAAAAAAALo/at2DBpSFuJo/s400/Imagem6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sento-me e penso…&lt;br /&gt;Na maldita hora que não quer passar,&lt;br /&gt;Nas coisas que estão acontecer em meu redor!&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o desejo de querer ir embora,&lt;br /&gt;Ir para outro lugar,&lt;br /&gt;Não sei como…&lt;br /&gt;Estou muito longe…&lt;br /&gt;Não quero pensar no que me rodeia!&lt;br /&gt;Apenas quero estar noutro lugar!&lt;br /&gt;Quero desaparecer daqui,&lt;br /&gt;Não quero estar ao pé destas pessoas que me querem mal!...&lt;br /&gt;Não importa se ao sol se ao luar,&lt;br /&gt;Procuro apenas a tranquilidade perdida!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho um desejo enorme de inquietação…&lt;br /&gt;Quero falar e não consigo!&lt;br /&gt;Quem me escutará?&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém gosta de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Estou sozinha, sem ninguém!&lt;br /&gt;Nem ele está comigo,&lt;br /&gt;Ele que me acompanhava em tudo,&lt;br /&gt;Que estava sempre comigo…&lt;br /&gt;Nem ele quer saber de mim!&lt;br /&gt;Preciso tirar esta inquietação de dentro de mim!&lt;br /&gt;Ajudei-me… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-1215053519491424223?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/1215053519491424223/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=1215053519491424223&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/1215053519491424223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/1215053519491424223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/02/inquietao.html' title='Inquietação...'/><author><name>butterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTK0n3H-_qk/R6HkU9pbPVI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/vSe8dH8QlrE/S220/219088336.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTK0n3H-_qk/R6zPDdpbPgI/AAAAAAAAALo/at2DBpSFuJo/s72-c/Imagem6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-9216841299183261535</id><published>2008-02-06T20:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:26.335Z</updated><title type='text'>OS QUE CHORAM...SORRINDO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/R6oVLccM6vI/AAAAAAAAAQA/5hvWCGnngz4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163963209090919154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/R6oVLccM6vI/AAAAAAAAAQA/5hvWCGnngz4/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Olhar sombrio, perdido no vazio&lt;br /&gt;Relembrando o passado...vivendo a angústia do presente&lt;br /&gt;Pensando que não há mais futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Perdido na multidão...mesmo na solidão não se encontra&lt;br /&gt;Sente-se perdido no mundo...sem nada sem ninguém e&lt;br /&gt;Sente-se um miserável...porque é alguém&lt;br /&gt;Porém não se sente ninguém!&lt;br /&gt;Sente-se rejeitado pela vida...pelos seus&lt;br /&gt;Todos dizem...é parvo!e não olham dentro deles próprios...&lt;br /&gt;Porque todos eles sim!!!são parvos e...não entendem o inteligente&lt;br /&gt;Pensam que os que sofrem são os que choram&lt;br /&gt;mostrando suas lágrimas!...&lt;br /&gt;Não pensam que também sofrem os que choram sorrindo...&lt;br /&gt;E ele...contínua sua vida...que não é mais vida&lt;br /&gt;Não luta por nada!...mas todos lutam contra ele&lt;br /&gt;Apenas pede paz e...sossego para seu pobre espírito cansado&lt;br /&gt;mas nem isso tem...&lt;br /&gt;Olha ao seu redor...em cada canto existe um móvel&lt;br /&gt;ornamentando a casa mas...lugar para ele não há!...&lt;br /&gt;Sente-se um pobre diabo que nem para ornamento serve&lt;br /&gt;Todavia uma voz dentro dele lhe diz que...!&lt;br /&gt;amanhã...o sol nascerá mais rico e...estará lá para o abraçar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-9216841299183261535?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/9216841299183261535/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=9216841299183261535&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/9216841299183261535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/9216841299183261535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/02/os-que-choramsorrindo.html' title='OS QUE CHORAM...SORRINDO!!!'/><author><name>lua prateada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511663633517145684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/ST8EOhkA80I/AAAAAAAAAt0/VzO7GmUgS7U/s1600-R/lua02.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/R6oVLccM6vI/AAAAAAAAAQA/5hvWCGnngz4/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-4410716185888900411</id><published>2008-02-02T13:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:26.475Z</updated><title type='text'>Folião</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkevg4E5btI/R6R4VxNlgnI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_y36758gMnE/s1600-h/carnaval1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkevg4E5btI/R6R4VxNlgnI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_y36758gMnE/s320/carnaval1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162383388256338546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folião em nós, folia de nós&lt;br /&gt;Queremos ser todos e nenhuns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folião de ti, folia de mim&lt;br /&gt;Poderia estar aí, bem juntinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magia do luar, magia da noite&lt;br /&gt;magia do dançar, da música&lt;br /&gt;que nos deixa quentes, transpirados&lt;br /&gt;remexe em nós, em nossos sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foliões em todos, em ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Sós no mar de gente&lt;br /&gt;acompanhados de tristezas afogadas em alegrias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este tempo tudo transforma, tudo muda&lt;br /&gt;queremos ser uns, queremos ser outros&lt;br /&gt;aproveitamos para sê-lo,&lt;br /&gt;fora de nós, foliões de nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Primavera que se avizinha&lt;br /&gt;na jornada longa de 40 dias que se inicia&lt;br /&gt;levemos nossas amarguras&lt;br /&gt;perdêmo-las no meio da multidão&lt;br /&gt;sós em nós, todos em mim&lt;br /&gt;foliões de nós, folia de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Para iniciar comemorações, deixei um prémio no meu blog para o Almas. Quem pega nele?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-4410716185888900411?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/4410716185888900411/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=4410716185888900411&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/4410716185888900411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/4410716185888900411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/02/folio.html' title='Folião'/><author><name>jguerra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488144641628311833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2150/200/eu%20agosto%202006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkevg4E5btI/R6R4VxNlgnI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_y36758gMnE/s72-c/carnaval1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-3496685538289900543</id><published>2008-01-30T01:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:26.647Z</updated><title type='text'>PERGUNTANDO AO MEU ANJO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/R5_PqPaQkSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/lfmoentMO-g/s1600-h/AO_MEU_ETERNO_ANJO_GUARDI_O_MEU_AMOR--large-msg-114099171618-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161072022588002594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/R5_PqPaQkSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/lfmoentMO-g/s320/AO_MEU_ETERNO_ANJO_GUARDI_O_MEU_AMOR--large-msg-114099171618-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; PERGUNTANDO AO MEU ANJO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me pergunto por onde anda você&lt;br /&gt;Meu Anjo, minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Por onde anda você nessa horas&lt;br /&gt;Em que a dor me angustia&lt;br /&gt;Nessas horas que ela vem como um punhal&lt;br /&gt;Rasgando tudo que tento construir&lt;br /&gt;Nesse nosso mundo mortal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...meu Anjo, minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Vem depressa aplaca essa dor&lt;br /&gt;Estanca esse sangue que corre incandescente&lt;br /&gt;Abrindo as feridas a pouco fechadas&lt;br /&gt;Meu Anjo onde está sua mão&lt;br /&gt;Que busco feito louca&lt;br /&gt;Nessa escuridão passageira em que estou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... meu Anjo, minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Por que não me deram asas afinal?&lt;br /&gt;Por quê eu tive de voltar?&lt;br /&gt;Por quê eu estou a lutar por prados&lt;br /&gt;Onde nós corríamos a brincar?&lt;br /&gt;Onde fomos felizes e só sabíamos amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... minha doce Menina&lt;br /&gt;Luz do meu espírito, meu Amor&lt;br /&gt;Acaso achas que não sinto tua dor?&lt;br /&gt;Acaso achas que não te seguro&lt;br /&gt;Por onde andas, por onde fores&lt;br /&gt;Minha mão está na tua sempre&lt;br /&gt;Te guiando na passageira escuridão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha doce protegida&lt;br /&gt;Não se engane tua força existe&lt;br /&gt;Não se iluda teu alicerce é forte&lt;br /&gt;Pois construímos com o nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;Que nada neste mundo mortal poderá derrubar&lt;br /&gt;Pois foi construído em outra esfera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando por acaso a dor te visitar&lt;br /&gt;Lembra que é passageira&lt;br /&gt;Não deves te abalar&lt;br /&gt;Lembras que no final da jornada&lt;br /&gt;Estaremos juntos outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Lembra sempre que estamos unidos&lt;br /&gt;Pela alma dessa vez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By Eärwen Tulcakelumë&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-3496685538289900543?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/3496685538289900543/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=3496685538289900543&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/3496685538289900543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/3496685538289900543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/01/preguntando-ao-meu-anjo.html' title='PERGUNTANDO AO MEU ANJO'/><author><name>Eärwen Tulcakelumë</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/Sj1qbnIQ1PI/AAAAAAAABM0/gwGNQ243HMI/S220/eARWEN+c%C3%B3pia2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/R5_PqPaQkSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/lfmoentMO-g/s72-c/AO_MEU_ETERNO_ANJO_GUARDI_O_MEU_AMOR--large-msg-114099171618-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-6249074308344386762</id><published>2008-01-26T00:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:26.898Z</updated><title type='text'>Era Uma Vez...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/R5nJYScPtKI/AAAAAAAACM0/xxHsmIDaLDY/s1600-h/1559664[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159376267233965218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/R5nJYScPtKI/AAAAAAAACM0/xxHsmIDaLDY/s400/1559664%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Era uma vez um menino que tinha uns olhinhos muito escuros. Sempre muito abertos, prontos a olhar lugares mais diversos.&lt;br /&gt;Ele não tinha o nariz grande, nem tão pouco bicudo até era redondinho; mas o certo é que o menino, metia o nariz em tudo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usava uma camisola às riscas de cores diversas, vestida sempre às avessas…E as calças do menino também não eram normais; tinham fundilhos velhos, eram rotas nos joelhos e caiam-lhe demais! Os sapatos estavam gastos, muito gastos e estafados de tanto pontapé, tanta correria este menino fazia para a frente, para traz, para os lados. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele era capaz de levar uma lata a pontapé, desde o cimo da avenida até lá baixo, à beira do café! E andava de bicicleta de umas maneiras tais…com os pés no guiador e os pés nos pedais!&lt;br /&gt;Com um buraco na sacola, lá ia ele para a escola. Era quem sabia melhor a tabuada de cor! E quem fazia mais depressa as contas de cabeça! E ele fazia também os recados á mãe. Ia ao pão, ia ao arroz, à couve, ao rabanete e vinha tão depressa como se fosse um foguete. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os irmãos mais pequeninos, ele gostava de guardar; tratava-os com muito amor, e ensinava-os a brincar. Também era muito amigo das pessoas idosas e das que não viam nada, pois ele ia sempre ajuda-las a atravessar a estrada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, meus meninos, que conclusão a tirar, do que acabo de contar? Afinal, estes meninos endiabrados a valer, também sabem fazer bem, também sabem bem-querer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;efeneto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-6249074308344386762?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/6249074308344386762/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=6249074308344386762&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/6249074308344386762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/6249074308344386762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/01/era-uma-vez.html' title='Era Uma Vez...'/><author><name>®efeneto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/TS7zSfkAK6I/AAAAAAAAOZg/f1GZ0aXjBUs/S220/efeneto%2Bjornalista.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/R5nJYScPtKI/AAAAAAAACM0/xxHsmIDaLDY/s72-c/1559664%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-34451770165169379</id><published>2008-01-23T00:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:27.074Z</updated><title type='text'>Guardei um beijo teu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Paixão, palavra proibida,&lt;br /&gt;Que acende a alma…&lt;br /&gt;Seduz o meu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;Em luzes cor de mel.&lt;br /&gt;Um segredo guardado…&lt;br /&gt;Hipnotiza o ser,&lt;br /&gt;Desejo ardente,&lt;br /&gt;Em sonhos atrevidos,&lt;br /&gt;Loucuras e sedução…&lt;br /&gt;Quando penso em ti,&lt;br /&gt;A fonte do meu desejo,&lt;br /&gt;És a prosa e o meu poema…&lt;br /&gt;O princípio e o fim,&lt;br /&gt;A musa de inspiração…&lt;br /&gt;Que alimenta o sonho,&lt;br /&gt;Esperando novamente o dia,&lt;br /&gt;Em que tudo volta a acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;Nos jogos de escondidas,&lt;br /&gt;No faz de conta feito do nada,&lt;br /&gt;Em trocas das palavras sentidas…&lt;br /&gt;Abracei o teu perfume,&lt;br /&gt;Perdi-me no teu encanto…&lt;br /&gt;Entre olhares que seduzem,&lt;br /&gt;Acendem desejos escondidos…&lt;br /&gt;Loucuras e ensejos,&lt;br /&gt;E recordo sempre o momento…&lt;br /&gt;Do nosso primeiro beijo&lt;br /&gt;Quando os lábios se tocaram,&lt;br /&gt;Sabores e magia…&lt;br /&gt;Hortelã, néctar, doce… travo de canela,&lt;br /&gt;Cor e música, fantasia.&lt;br /&gt;Sons que ecoaram de prazer,&lt;br /&gt;Em vozes roucas que se perdem…&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me preso e em liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos e sinto-me a voar,&lt;br /&gt;Sou louco, eu sei…&lt;br /&gt;Mas guardo apenas em mim,&lt;br /&gt;Num bater forte do coração…&lt;br /&gt;Aquele momento único…&lt;br /&gt;Aquele beijo teu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/R5aMKfMg8DI/AAAAAAAAAZM/rV77THHiDGk/s1600-h/sem+tema.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158464535000051762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/R5aMKfMg8DI/AAAAAAAAAZM/rV77THHiDGk/s400/sem+tema.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fotografia - Nuno Manuel Baptista (sem tema)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-34451770165169379?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/34451770165169379/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=34451770165169379&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/34451770165169379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/34451770165169379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/01/guardei-um-beijo-teu.html' title='Guardei um beijo teu...'/><author><name>Luis Ferreira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/TG0XRV5jd2I/AAAAAAAABTM/k8cQklqXxAA/S220/foto+pequena.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/R5aMKfMg8DI/AAAAAAAAAZM/rV77THHiDGk/s72-c/sem+tema.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-3157456974591775688</id><published>2008-01-16T00:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:27.865Z</updated><title type='text'>DOIS GOMOS...EM TI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZUN_XBiXrI/R40Na3g3i5I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JG2dp8KJ9Jg/s1600-h/93178,1175105907,1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155791903638653842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="127" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZUN_XBiXrI/R40Na3g3i5I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JG2dp8KJ9Jg/s320/93178,1175105907,1.jpg" width="108" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZUN_XBiXrI/R40NFXg3i4I/AAAAAAAAAfI/ADzj3F96mD0/s1600-h/265487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155791534271466370" style="CURSOR: hand" height="158" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oZUN_XBiXrI/R40NFXg3i4I/AAAAAAAAAfI/ADzj3F96mD0/s320/265487.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus lábios...gomos teus&lt;br /&gt;bem sei o que sentes&lt;br /&gt;ao tomar-me rindo&lt;br /&gt;riso secreto, intrépito...&lt;br /&gt;beijando-me incessante&lt;br /&gt;neste constante trilhar&lt;br /&gt;sobre flores petrificadas...&lt;br /&gt;violetas, liláses, roseas, amarelas...&lt;br /&gt;e, tu anjo meu&lt;br /&gt;a andar seguindo nelas&lt;br /&gt;doce e persistente&lt;br /&gt;indo...vindo...&lt;br /&gt;sempre deitar, tocar, sugar&lt;br /&gt;Minha Boca...fruto, gomos&lt;br /&gt;teu néctar tropical;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alimento-te amor&lt;br /&gt;em cada beijo beijado&lt;br /&gt;sentido...em cada parte de mim&lt;br /&gt;movimentos perfeitos...divinos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo à nossa volta é silêncio&lt;br /&gt;em nós os sons...então nascendo&lt;br /&gt;gemidos, delírios, ânsias&lt;br /&gt;entorpecimento...&lt;br /&gt;Assim...faz assim...&lt;br /&gt;Homem de mim&lt;br /&gt;sussurras baixinho&lt;br /&gt;em tantos ais de me&lt;br /&gt;em tantos ais de ti &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejos vão surgindo...&lt;br /&gt;esvaindo-se em paixões... desvairados&lt;br /&gt;sugamos nossos sumos&lt;br /&gt;como a doçura&lt;br /&gt;que te enfeita a alma&lt;br /&gt;só tu me acalmas&lt;br /&gt;e me vicías...&lt;br /&gt;vem...volta...vê&lt;br /&gt;Meus lábios entreabrem-se&lt;br /&gt;procurando os teus...lábios querem&lt;br /&gt;mais beijos...&lt;br /&gt;Beija-me Amor!...Assim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZUN_XBiXrI/RiWzEEaTbjI/AAAAAAAAANo/CFsYLSEiI1Y/s1600-h/265487.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-3157456974591775688?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/3157456974591775688/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=3157456974591775688&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/3157456974591775688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/3157456974591775688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/01/dois-gomosem-ti.html' title='DOIS GOMOS...EM TI'/><author><name>*SP                      Sentimento Puro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oZUN_XBiXrI/R64oCO6jDFI/AAAAAAAAAhc/UWMPaM91AQ4/S220/Jab.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oZUN_XBiXrI/R40Na3g3i5I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JG2dp8KJ9Jg/s72-c/93178,1175105907,1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-2304576870924782781</id><published>2008-01-09T23:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:28.098Z</updated><title type='text'>A GRANDE FAMILIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje nos veio a recordação de amigos que estiveram conosco no “&lt;strong&gt;ALMAS POÉTICAS&lt;/strong&gt;”, mesmo longe estamos todos ligados nessa “família” poética , como costumamos chamar esse espaço. São eles &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Paulo Mello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Collybry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; que mesmo afastados estão para sempre no nosso coração, no coração do &lt;strong&gt;ALMAS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com carinho, deixamos aqui um pedacinho da alma desses dois amigos.que caminharam por um tempo connosco.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado aos dois por este tempo juntos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Os Autores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153618329855437842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/R4VUkOL5rBI/AAAAAAAAB48/l1bWY_UW3n8/s400/amigos+almas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* O beijo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O beijo&lt;br /&gt;Aquele longínquo de adolesceste&lt;br /&gt;Fazia corar, percorrendo o corpo&lt;br /&gt;Num arrepiar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O beijo na plenitude de amar&lt;br /&gt;Como o verso, feito poema&lt;br /&gt;Com voz de uma canção…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O beijo declamado…&lt;br /&gt;Pela boca dos poetas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O beijo é ele também&lt;br /&gt;Em saudade…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos que partem&lt;br /&gt;Das palavras não ditas,&lt;br /&gt;De repente silenciadas&lt;br /&gt;Pelo elo quebrado…&lt;br /&gt;Do físico!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O momento que se faz&lt;br /&gt;Eterno,&lt;br /&gt;Onde repousam…&lt;br /&gt;Em,&lt;br /&gt;Vida recomeçada…&lt;br /&gt;Em memória…&lt;br /&gt;No cofre da bem-aventurança!&lt;br /&gt;Guarda-o que é sagrado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ðº°˜¨¨˜°ºð ? ðº°˜¨¨˜°ºð&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*©õllyß®y&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;amigos amigos amigos amigos amigos amigos amigos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hoje eu vi você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu vi você e fiquei a me perguntar se era saudade o que sentia ao vê-la ali, frente a uma vitrine, olhando distraída para uma jóia. Fiquei pensando se seria um brinco, um colar ou uma pulseira, que estaria ocupando sua concentração. Lembrei-me do quanto você gostava de jóias e o quanto investia nelas. Lembrei-me que não era prazer o que via no seu olhar quando recebia ou adquiria uma peça em ouro, brilhante ou platina, mas sim uma avidez que às vezes me assustava. Como também nunca consegui penetrar no mistério que a envolvia quando abria o cofre e espalhava seu tesouro pela cama, ficando a admirar peça por peça. Nunca entendi essa sua preferência por jóias se quase nunca as usava. Se a vi com alguma no espaço de tempo que vivemos juntos, forçando a memória talvez não contasse nem três vezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensei em dar um toque de buzina para chamar sua atenção, mas o sinal logo abriu e eu me fui, carregando um resquício de tristeza por não ter conseguido fazê-la entender que existe um outro tesouro maior e mais precioso que se chama afeto, e que precisa apenas ser guardado num cofre chamado coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MelloPaulo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-2304576870924782781?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/2304576870924782781/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=2304576870924782781&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/2304576870924782781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/2304576870924782781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/01/grande-familia.html' title='A GRANDE FAMILIA'/><author><name>®efeneto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/TS7zSfkAK6I/AAAAAAAAOZg/f1GZ0aXjBUs/S220/efeneto%2Bjornalista.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/R4VUkOL5rBI/AAAAAAAAB48/l1bWY_UW3n8/s72-c/amigos+almas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-4813526128661626773</id><published>2008-01-05T00:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:28.299Z</updated><title type='text'>EU E TU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTK0n3H-_qk/R368OZtBsxI/AAAAAAAAAGc/_029xerSKRo/s1600-h/1666509[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151761979362358034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTK0n3H-_qk/R368OZtBsxI/AAAAAAAAAGc/_029xerSKRo/s320/1666509%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;Continua a ser teu… (acho eu!)&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de dizer que não… (será?)&lt;br /&gt;Será que o teu é meu?... (duvido!)&lt;br /&gt;Quando estamos em algum lugar,&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos nos teus vão tocar….&lt;br /&gt;Tu pareces ignorar… (finges ignorar!)&lt;br /&gt;Mas então porque é que várias vezes,&lt;br /&gt;Estás para mim a olhar?... (muitas vezes!)&lt;br /&gt;Tenho algo que…&lt;br /&gt;Atrai o teu olhar?...( Acho que sim!)&lt;br /&gt;Se te fiz sofrer,&lt;br /&gt;PERDÃO!&lt;br /&gt;E se…um dia…&lt;br /&gt;Me perdoares…&lt;br /&gt;Estarei a tua espera… (se calhar)&lt;br /&gt;Ainda te adoro… (ou melhor, amo-te)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dedicado a alguém a quem eu fiz sofrer…As minhas duvidas estragaram tudo) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-4813526128661626773?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/4813526128661626773/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=4813526128661626773&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/4813526128661626773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/4813526128661626773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/01/eu-e-tu.html' title='EU E TU'/><author><name>butterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTK0n3H-_qk/R6HkU9pbPVI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/vSe8dH8QlrE/S220/219088336.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTK0n3H-_qk/R368OZtBsxI/AAAAAAAAAGc/_029xerSKRo/s72-c/1666509%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-2466094972438171288</id><published>2008-01-01T14:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:28.467Z</updated><title type='text'>As hastes do tempo são frágeis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/R3pS-uL5p-I/AAAAAAAABv0/GkE7zswysEk/s1600-h/EFENETOÂº-foto+poema,as+hastes.....jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150520361354897378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/R3pS-uL5p-I/AAAAAAAABv0/GkE7zswysEk/s400/EFENETO%C2%BA-foto+poema,as+hastes.....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A haste do tempo&lt;br /&gt;Quebrou-se!&lt;br /&gt;As horas estão estranhas&lt;br /&gt;Os dias desarrumados&lt;br /&gt;E as madrugadas espantadas.&lt;br /&gt;À volta dos minutos&lt;br /&gt;Crescem cardos&lt;br /&gt;E o nascer do sol&lt;br /&gt;É agora meu companheiro.&lt;br /&gt;Trago no peito uma sombra&lt;br /&gt;Que me torna o andar pesado.&lt;br /&gt;Sonho com cavaleiros&lt;br /&gt;De pesadas armaduras destruídas&lt;br /&gt;E manchas negras de sangue&lt;br /&gt;Por derrotas em batalhas de séculos.&lt;br /&gt;Só tufos de ervas secam&lt;br /&gt;No infinito dos granitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As hastes do tempo são frágeis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;efeneto*&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Obrigado a todos pelas manifestações de carinho e amizade aqui expressas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Principalmente a ti &lt;a href="http://lady-phoenix.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Earwen Coamenel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-2466094972438171288?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/2466094972438171288/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=2466094972438171288&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/2466094972438171288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/2466094972438171288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2008/01/as-hastes-do-tempo-so-frgeis.html' title='As hastes do tempo são frágeis'/><author><name>®efeneto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/TS7zSfkAK6I/AAAAAAAAOZg/f1GZ0aXjBUs/S220/efeneto%2Bjornalista.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/R3pS-uL5p-I/AAAAAAAABv0/GkE7zswysEk/s72-c/EFENETO%C2%BA-foto+poema,as+hastes.....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-1277379635741596527</id><published>2007-12-28T23:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:28.666Z</updated><title type='text'>ENTRE COM  "ALMAS POÉTICAS' EM 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nos reunimos aqui, pelo laço infinito do gostar.&lt;br /&gt;Nos reunimos aqui pela grande vontade de partilhar&lt;br /&gt;Esse é um desejo das “ALMAS” que aqui estão.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, o idealizador de tudo, Efeneto, se encontra “off” desse mundo virtual, mas tenho certeza que em breve ele retorna, para cuidar junto conosco dessa criação dele.&lt;br /&gt;Então Amigo, nós colocamos aqui o post que tu idealizastes com tanto carinho para brindar aos que visitam o ALMAS POETICAS.&lt;br /&gt;Recebe nosso carinho e tenha certeza , aguardamos por ti. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aos Amigos que sempre nos brindam com a presença, agradecemos e desejamos FELI Z ANO NOVO.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os Autores&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/R3WAWfdWT9I/AAAAAAAAAfE/srvMBhsyc98/s1600-h/feliz_ano_novo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149162872858103762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/R3WAWfdWT9I/AAAAAAAAAfE/srvMBhsyc98/s400/feliz_ano_novo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/R3VwD_dWT8I/AAAAAAAAAe8/czstqBtW5Vs/s1600-h/feliz_ano_novo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bate as horas no relógio, tic-tac, abre-se o champagne,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;saltamos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;dançamos na alegria que contagia o momento...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uma pausa para sentir, que nasce um novo ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que este Novo Ano seja um período de interiorização de Si &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para se compreender mais o Outro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que este Novo Ano caia uma chuva de &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;estrelas cadentes de luz e paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite se transformando em um dia, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que trará com ele&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a esperança de um novo despertar em nossas almas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que neste Novo Ano a amizade se perpetue, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que floresça em todos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;os corações &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tal qual as flores em um belo jardim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a alegria desta noite diferente seja &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nossa companheira constante no Novo Ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano Novo, hora de recomeçar com um sentimento &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;muito melhor, a paz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejamos que o sentimento de união, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de almas tão diferentes, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que tentamos transmitir &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;durante este ano que se encerra seja &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sempre a mensagem para este Ano Novo que se inicia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/66036365812787238-1277379635741596527?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/1277379635741596527/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=1277379635741596527&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/1277379635741596527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/1277379635741596527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/12/entre-com-almas-poticas-em-2008.html' title='ENTRE COM  &quot;ALMAS POÉTICAS&apos; EM 2008'/><author><name>Eärwen Tulcakelumë</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/Sj1qbnIQ1PI/AAAAAAAABM0/gwGNQ243HMI/S220/eARWEN+c%C3%B3pia2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/R3WAWfdWT9I/AAAAAAAAAfE/srvMBhsyc98/s72-c/feliz_ano_novo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-51365067848157636</id><published>2007-12-22T13:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:28.852Z</updated><title type='text'>Mensagem das *Oito Almas*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/R1VpECrNBuI/AAAAAAAABt8/IHOY0jhtEmM/s1600-h/Imagem2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140130067871762146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/R1VpECrNBuI/AAAAAAAABt8/IHOY0jhtEmM/s400/Imagem2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natal época magia que aquece nossos corações.&lt;br /&gt;Natal tem a energia pura de um cristal.&lt;br /&gt;Natal é escutar, dar, acompanhar...&lt;br /&gt;Natal é a esperança que renasce no coração.&lt;br /&gt;Uma Palavra...um Gesto...um Sorriso...Uma Luz no horizonte...&lt;br /&gt;O Amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aos Amigos o desejo nosso de um Natal realmente Feliz!&lt;br /&gt;Os Autores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-51365067848157636?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/51365067848157636/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=51365067848157636&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/51365067848157636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/51365067848157636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/12/mensagem-das-oito-almas_04.html' title='Mensagem das *Oito Almas*'/><author><name>®efeneto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/TS7zSfkAK6I/AAAAAAAAOZg/f1GZ0aXjBUs/S220/efeneto%2Bjornalista.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/R1VpECrNBuI/AAAAAAAABt8/IHOY0jhtEmM/s72-c/Imagem2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-8898560387767497087</id><published>2007-12-16T00:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:29.015Z</updated><title type='text'>AOS AMIGOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/R2SG2fdWT0I/AAAAAAAAAd8/qJxesZaYwe0/s1600-h/amigo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144384945079603010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/R2SG2fdWT0I/AAAAAAAAAd8/qJxesZaYwe0/s400/amigo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amigos são essenciais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-8898560387767497087?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/8898560387767497087/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=8898560387767497087&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/8898560387767497087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/8898560387767497087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/12/aos-amigos.html' title='AOS AMIGOS'/><author><name>Eärwen Tulcakelumë</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/Sj1qbnIQ1PI/AAAAAAAABM0/gwGNQ243HMI/S220/eARWEN+c%C3%B3pia2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/R2SG2fdWT0I/AAAAAAAAAd8/qJxesZaYwe0/s72-c/amigo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-7224916089867030976</id><published>2007-12-08T10:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:29.218Z</updated><title type='text'>ALEM DA VIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/R1lmx3RSSwI/AAAAAAAAAds/r-eZJtw9mVE/s1600-h/Amor+AlÃ©m+da+Vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141253456456207106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/R1lmx3RSSwI/AAAAAAAAAds/r-eZJtw9mVE/s400/Amor+Al%C3%A9m+da+Vida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ALÉM DA VIDA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando amamos além da vida&lt;br /&gt;É porque nos pertencemos&lt;br /&gt;É porque estamos juntos&lt;br /&gt;É porque assim escolhemos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando amamos além da vida&lt;br /&gt;Certeza tem-se de encontrar&lt;br /&gt;De que se vai estar ao lado&lt;br /&gt;Nunca vai se abandonar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando amamos além da vida&lt;br /&gt;Nossas almas se reconhecem&lt;br /&gt;Se encontram num só toque&lt;br /&gt;Que só os que amam sentem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim vamos seguindo&lt;br /&gt;Caminhando passo a passo&lt;br /&gt;Podemos estar juntos ou separados&lt;br /&gt;Mas as almas unidas estão, sempre estarão&lt;br /&gt;Por esse amor além da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By Eärwen Tulcakelumë&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-7224916089867030976?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/7224916089867030976/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=7224916089867030976&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/7224916089867030976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/7224916089867030976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/12/alem-da-vida.html' title='ALEM DA VIDA'/><author><name>Eärwen Tulcakelumë</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/Sj1qbnIQ1PI/AAAAAAAABM0/gwGNQ243HMI/S220/eARWEN+c%C3%B3pia2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/R1lmx3RSSwI/AAAAAAAAAds/r-eZJtw9mVE/s72-c/Amor+Al%C3%A9m+da+Vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-7783533663105328599</id><published>2007-12-05T00:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:29.330Z</updated><title type='text'>Procura Deus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/R1WQz30m_oI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Kbf0IyMhpnc/s1600-h/Deus[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140173770545626754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/R1WQz30m_oI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Kbf0IyMhpnc/s400/Deus%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Confuso...confusão...&lt;br /&gt;Labirinto infernal da vida...&lt;br /&gt;Os seres já não sabem mais quem são e...&lt;br /&gt;Se despem...ficam nus de seu imaculado coração.&lt;br /&gt;Então...sós e perdidos...tal cavaleiro no deserto....&lt;br /&gt;Nem se lembram pôr-se de joelhos e...dizer uma oração!&lt;br /&gt;Olham para DEUS e dizem:"esqueceste-me!" e&lt;br /&gt;Quando já não aguentam a caminhada&lt;br /&gt;Deitam-se repentinamente ao chão...&lt;br /&gt;Levantam seus braços para DEUS...&lt;br /&gt;Com fervor lhe pedem orientação!...&lt;br /&gt;DEUS lhes dá seu testemunho&lt;br /&gt;Lhes diz para não cair na tentação&lt;br /&gt;Mas...o homem pensa ser imune e...&lt;br /&gt;de nada serve sua oração.&lt;br /&gt;Levanta-se...segue seu caminho...&lt;br /&gt;Confuso...perdido na confusão&lt;br /&gt;Continua lutando sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Numa contínua perseguição!&lt;br /&gt;Certo dia...acaba o caminho...&lt;br /&gt;E então pedem perdão e...&lt;br /&gt;Cansados de tanto caminhar só...&lt;br /&gt;A DEUS se entregarão!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;SOL&lt;br /&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/66036365812787238-7783533663105328599?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/7783533663105328599/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=7783533663105328599&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/7783533663105328599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/7783533663105328599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/12/procura-deus.html' title='Procura Deus...'/><author><name>lua prateada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511663633517145684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/ST8EOhkA80I/AAAAAAAAAt0/VzO7GmUgS7U/s1600-R/lua02.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/R1WQz30m_oI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Kbf0IyMhpnc/s72-c/Deus%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-4174777736906378599</id><published>2007-12-01T01:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:29.680Z</updated><title type='text'>Desejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkevg4E5btI/R0F6yPQxIrI/AAAAAAAAAI8/51IK5SuQWSM/s1600-h/103647735_957f2fc7d5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134520053687984818" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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Morri</title><content type='html'>Pergunto-me sem palavras,&lt;br /&gt;Persuadido em momentos findos…&lt;br /&gt;Nos poemas que escrevi,&lt;br /&gt;Envolvido em gritos de silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;Acorrentado ao passado,&lt;br /&gt;Preso a ti,&lt;br /&gt;Num desejo escondido…&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me ardente,&lt;br /&gt;Um corpo dormente,&lt;br /&gt;Sei que fazes parte de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Memórias dos tempos recentes,&lt;br /&gt;Em que matámos a sede…&lt;br /&gt;Perguntei-te apenas,&lt;br /&gt;Silêncios proibidos em febre de fogo,&lt;br /&gt;Não importa a resposta,&lt;br /&gt;Os teus lábios diziam que sim…&lt;br /&gt;E, por magia,&lt;br /&gt;O mundo se transformou…&lt;br /&gt;E da razão à loucura, foi um simples passo…&lt;br /&gt;Envolvido nos gestos, no toque…&lt;br /&gt;Numa boca que não se cansa de recordar,&lt;br /&gt;Pele macia, essência dum perfume que hipnotiza…&lt;br /&gt;Perdi-me no tempo…&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se hoje é amanhã,&lt;br /&gt;Ou se as estrelas são anjos sorrindo,&lt;br /&gt;Na memória um trago,&lt;br /&gt;Onde tudo aconteceu,&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo que me roubaste…&lt;br /&gt;Um toque na mão, um abraço,&lt;br /&gt;Ao olhar-te nos olhos não resisti…&lt;br /&gt;Beijei-te&lt;br /&gt;E morri…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/R0d9FIml5uI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Y4skEhvJHpI/s1600-h/Fragmentos+de+ti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136211427201509090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/R0d9FIml5uI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Y4skEhvJHpI/s400/Fragmentos+de+ti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fotografia - Maria José Amorim ( tema - Fragmentos de ti...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-8360650349841710552?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/8360650349841710552/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=8360650349841710552&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/8360650349841710552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/8360650349841710552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/11/beijei-e-morri.html' title='Beijei e... Morri'/><author><name>Luis Ferreira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/TG0XRV5jd2I/AAAAAAAABTM/k8cQklqXxAA/S220/foto+pequena.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/R0d9FIml5uI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Y4skEhvJHpI/s72-c/Fragmentos+de+ti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-7604710297484181192</id><published>2007-11-17T00:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:30.203Z</updated><title type='text'>AMOR DA MINHA VIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/Rz3pqtdL_II/AAAAAAAABT8/f4ikcAdyCaQ/s1600-h/25478[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133516070238026882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/Rz3pqtdL_II/AAAAAAAABT8/f4ikcAdyCaQ/s400/25478%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* Não é todo ele feito de luz&lt;br /&gt;O Amor da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;È um homem de carne e osso&lt;br /&gt;È vivo...existe!&lt;br /&gt;E me deixa assim...assim&lt;br /&gt;Quando...me canta canções&lt;br /&gt;Quando...me toca em sons&lt;br /&gt;Quando...me envolve em brisas&lt;br /&gt;Quando...me chama em versos&lt;br /&gt;Quando...vem no silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Das noites que não sonho...&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;O Amor da Minha Vida...&lt;br /&gt;Nunca vem ao encontro marcado&lt;br /&gt;Chega sempre atrasado&lt;br /&gt;No inesperado do dia&lt;br /&gt;Ou no raio de uma estrela guia&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Ele, O Amor da Minha Vida&lt;br /&gt;È assim:&lt;br /&gt;Uma presença Ausente&lt;br /&gt;Presente em mim&lt;br /&gt;Nas marcas que ficam&lt;br /&gt;Quando vem aqui&lt;br /&gt;È...um poeta do amor&lt;br /&gt;È...uma corda de uma viola&lt;br /&gt;Violino, violoncelo,violão...&lt;br /&gt;Toca meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Em rítmos sem cadência certa&lt;br /&gt;È...inconstante nas ações&lt;br /&gt;È...verdadeiro nas intenções&lt;br /&gt;È...intenso no sentir&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;O Amor da Minha Vida...&lt;br /&gt;É diferente de mim:&lt;br /&gt;Ele é de plutão&lt;br /&gt;E, não sabe bem lidar&lt;br /&gt;Com marte&lt;br /&gt;Lugar de onde vim&lt;br /&gt;Ele se cala&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu grito pro mundo&lt;br /&gt;Ele é sutíl&lt;br /&gt;Eu escancaro&lt;br /&gt;Ele é manso&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou valente&lt;br /&gt;Ele é fogo&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou vulcão&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Mas...sabemos bem lidar&lt;br /&gt;Com nossas diferenças:&lt;br /&gt;Não somos o feitiço de áquila&lt;br /&gt;Não somos as cruzadas da idade média&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;O Amor da Minha Vida...&lt;br /&gt;Não é igual a mim&lt;br /&gt;Mas...está vivo&lt;br /&gt;E, Vive em Mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-7604710297484181192?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/7604710297484181192/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=7604710297484181192&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/7604710297484181192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/7604710297484181192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/11/amor-da-minha-vida_16.html' title='AMOR DA MINHA VIDA'/><author><name>*SP                      Sentimento Puro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oZUN_XBiXrI/R64oCO6jDFI/AAAAAAAAAhc/UWMPaM91AQ4/S220/Jab.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/Rz3pqtdL_II/AAAAAAAABT8/f4ikcAdyCaQ/s72-c/25478%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-4048239995133179019</id><published>2007-11-14T00:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:30.389Z</updated><title type='text'>“TU!”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTK0n3H-_qk/Rzo0Mh6vJoI/AAAAAAAAAGI/sB-HLJnHWzM/s1600-h/1575103[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132472115209905794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTK0n3H-_qk/Rzo0Mh6vJoI/AAAAAAAAAGI/sB-HLJnHWzM/s320/1575103%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Um dia ao acordar,&lt;br /&gt;Pensei em ti!...&lt;br /&gt;Um raio de sol entrava no meu quarto…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eras tu…&lt;br /&gt;A razão do meu viver….&lt;br /&gt;Quando te vi pela primeira vez,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais quis pensar noutra coisa!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eras lindo!&lt;br /&gt;Falar, rir, cantar, dançar….&lt;br /&gt;Foi tudo o que fiz para te conquistar!...&lt;br /&gt;Mas…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal o que é o amor?&lt;br /&gt;- uma chama que nasce dentro de nós e ilumina a nossa vida?&lt;br /&gt;- ou um fantasma, uma coisa que não existe e só nos faz sentir arrepios?&lt;br /&gt;O amor não tem definição…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindo,&lt;br /&gt;Estás no meu coração…&lt;br /&gt;Vou fazer tudo para te conquistar!...&lt;br /&gt;Para um dia poder-mos olhar para trás e dizer:&lt;br /&gt;Valeu a pena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Butterfly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTK0n3H-_qk/Rzo0AR6vJnI/AAAAAAAAAGA/tpOfdlyBQcc/s1600-h/1575103[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-4048239995133179019?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/4048239995133179019/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=4048239995133179019&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/4048239995133179019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/4048239995133179019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/11/tu.html' title='“TU!”'/><author><name>butterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTK0n3H-_qk/R6HkU9pbPVI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/vSe8dH8QlrE/S220/219088336.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTK0n3H-_qk/Rzo0Mh6vJoI/AAAAAAAAAGI/sB-HLJnHWzM/s72-c/1575103%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-7733079115874367269</id><published>2007-11-10T00:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-09T23:58:45.178Z</updated><title type='text'>QUALQUER CRIANÇA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://brasil.business-opportunities.biz/wp-content/smallbaby.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://brasil.business-opportunities.biz/wp-content/smallbaby.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Já reparaste, no sorriso de uma criança?&lt;br /&gt;É esplêndido...é amoroso...&lt;br /&gt;É sincero e carinhoso...&lt;br /&gt;É puro e sem maldade...&lt;br /&gt;É maravilhoso...sem malícia.&lt;br /&gt;Abram ENTÃO as portas...&lt;br /&gt;A todas as crianças...&lt;br /&gt;Sejam elas, brancas ou negras&lt;br /&gt;Inteligentes ou débeis...&lt;br /&gt;Sejam elas bonitas ou feias...&lt;br /&gt;Abram as portas a todas as crianças!!!&lt;br /&gt;Porque no fundo, elas...sois vós mesmos!...&lt;br /&gt;Que seríamos nós sem as crianças...?&lt;br /&gt;NADA!&lt;br /&gt;Porque todos nós, fomos e continuamos sendo&lt;br /&gt;ETERNAS CRIANÇAS!!!&lt;br /&gt;AMIGO...estende-lhes a mão è o mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Que estares fazendo algo por ti próprio&lt;br /&gt;Elas...as crianças te dão tudo!&lt;br /&gt;Tudo aquilo que já esqueceste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-7733079115874367269?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/7733079115874367269/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=7733079115874367269&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/7733079115874367269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/7733079115874367269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/11/qualquer-criana_10.html' title='QUALQUER CRIANÇA'/><author><name>lua prateada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511663633517145684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/ST8EOhkA80I/AAAAAAAAAt0/VzO7GmUgS7U/s1600-R/lua02.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-7095115011830399502</id><published>2007-11-06T10:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:30.499Z</updated><title type='text'>Cavaleiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/RzA8Vr6EKMI/AAAAAAAABJ4/74lLwblSNCs/s1600-h/cavaleiro[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129666318836181186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/RzA8Vr6EKMI/AAAAAAAABJ4/74lLwblSNCs/s400/cavaleiro%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Do fundo do mar&lt;br /&gt;Do centro da floresta&lt;br /&gt;Do cimo dos céus&lt;br /&gt;Do alto das montanhas&lt;br /&gt;Clamam por ti!&lt;br /&gt;Das ruidosas vilas e cidades&lt;br /&gt;Das pacatas aldeias&lt;br /&gt;Do interior e litoral&lt;br /&gt;Do norte e do sul&lt;br /&gt;Clamam por ti&lt;br /&gt;Vem Cavaleiro Vem&lt;br /&gt;Traz-me meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Traz-nos vibração&lt;br /&gt;Levem ventos de quadrantes diferentes&lt;br /&gt;Levem pássaros de todo o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Levem raios de sol e de Lua&lt;br /&gt;Levem estrelas pelo Universo&lt;br /&gt;Levem esta mensagem&lt;br /&gt;Levem esta esperança&lt;br /&gt;Que o Cavaleiro de espada da Terra&lt;br /&gt;Que o Cavaleiro de armadura lunar&lt;br /&gt;Que o Cavaleiro das sombras renasça&lt;br /&gt;Traz meu coração!&lt;br /&gt;Traz minha esperança!&lt;br /&gt;Traz meu sentir, meu fluir, meu devir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;©Joaquim Guerra&lt;br /&gt;1 de Fevereiro de 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-7095115011830399502?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/7095115011830399502/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=7095115011830399502&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/7095115011830399502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/7095115011830399502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/11/cavaleiro.html' title='Cavaleiro'/><author><name>®efeneto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/TS7zSfkAK6I/AAAAAAAAOZg/f1GZ0aXjBUs/S220/efeneto%2Bjornalista.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/RzA8Vr6EKMI/AAAAAAAABJ4/74lLwblSNCs/s72-c/cavaleiro%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-5922295840301796554</id><published>2007-10-31T03:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:30.703Z</updated><title type='text'>BARDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/Ryfw_28g1mI/AAAAAAAAAbU/vT9b2pyMjYQ/s1600-h/Guerreira+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/Ryfw_28g1mI/AAAAAAAAAbU/vT9b2pyMjYQ/s400/Guerreira+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127331680656348770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BARDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que Feiticeira sou eu?&lt;br /&gt;Que magia escondo ainda?&lt;br /&gt;Se me vi em luta com meu lado obscuro&lt;br /&gt;E quase me deixei levar ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como posso eu deixar&lt;br /&gt;Tal sensação me pegar&lt;br /&gt;Se apossar do meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Querer então me comandar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas que Barda sou eu?&lt;br /&gt;Procuro no meu Mentor a base&lt;br /&gt;Procuro no Criador à força&lt;br /&gt;Obtenho deles o amor, a certeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Guardião da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;O Sentinela da minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Que nesta vida esta a velar&lt;br /&gt;Por esta criança que aqui está&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que me faz tentar estabilizar&lt;br /&gt;Voltar acreditar, no que sou&lt;br /&gt;São Eles a força da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;A força do ser humano afinal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By Eärwen Tulcakelumë&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-5922295840301796554?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/5922295840301796554/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=5922295840301796554&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/5922295840301796554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/5922295840301796554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/10/barda.html' title='BARDA'/><author><name>Eärwen Tulcakelumë</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/Sj1qbnIQ1PI/AAAAAAAABM0/gwGNQ243HMI/S220/eARWEN+c%C3%B3pia2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/Ryfw_28g1mI/AAAAAAAAAbU/vT9b2pyMjYQ/s72-c/Guerreira+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-312895313601418016</id><published>2007-10-27T20:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:30.951Z</updated><title type='text'>ALMAS GÉMEAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/RyOfN_9Ks2I/AAAAAAAABAk/egGZcoEqzbA/s1600-h/ALMAS...foto+para+texto+almas+gemeas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126115863732859746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/RyOfN_9Ks2I/AAAAAAAABAk/egGZcoEqzbA/s320/ALMAS...foto+para+texto+almas+gemeas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ninguém jamais conseguiu explicar como foram criadas as Almas Gémeas, mas eu ainda me lembro bem da história... Estavam lá no céu, todas as almas... Umas eram somente Razão... Outras somente Emoção... Duas filas distintas... Finalmente chegou a minha vez de ser colocado numa das filas. Olhei para ambas, identifiquei-me com a da Razão... Acontece que, quando te avistei na fila da Emoção, os meus olhos brilharam... Foi como se fosse um imã a puxar-me! Aproximei-me do criador e disse-lhe: - Eu gostaria de ficar na fila da Emoção, pode ser? É que lá existe uma doce alma, que me encantou! - Está bem, disse-me... Você até poderá escolher o seu lugar, mas antes quero explicar-lhe algo, depois então você poderá fazer a sua opção... – Existem Almas que são Gémeas... Nelas, tudo é igual! A única diferença que eu coloquei foi a Razão e a Emoção justamente para que elas possam completar-se! É como se fosse um encaixe... Possuo uma grande percepção para distinguir as Almas Gémeas e por isso entendi que aquela que se encontra ali na fila da Emoção é a sua, daí querer-te colocar na da Razão... Caso vocês fiquem juntos, o encanto das Almas Gémeas acaba... Ao passo que se ficarem separados, ela permanecerá! No entanto vou-lhe contar algo... As Almas Gémeas nem sempre se encontram, porém vivem sempre unidas pelo coração e por elas próprias... Por outro lado quando se encontram, jamais se separam, nem mesmo eu consigo executar esse afastamento! Entendi naquele momento que a Razão não sobrevive sem a Emoção! E a Emoção por sua vez, precisa da Razão para viver! Nesse instante fiz a minha escolha: - Prefiro a fila da Razão! Encaminhei-me para o meu lugar... Posicionei-me e nesse mesmo instante, você que até então, não tinha percebido a minha presença, olhou-me e sorriu! Hoje, eu sou a Razão... Você a Emoção... Eu dou-te o chão e você leva-me à lua! Hoje eu entendo o que o Criador me quis dizer com: É COMO SE FOSSE UM ENCAIXE... Hoje, eu sou a Razão correndo atrás da Emoção! E você a Emoção pedindo aos céus para que eu possa pertencer á mesma fila que você! Mas o que você não sabe é que fui eu quem escolheu o meu lugar... Só para ser a sua Alma Gémea! O que você não sabe é que, em qualquer uma das filas... Eu já te amei! Quando voltarmos para o lado de lá, você há de entender tudo isso e se eu puder escolher uma das filas novamente... Eu ainda vou querer ficar separado de você! A única diferença é que escolherei a fila da Emoção, para sonhar como você sonhou! E que você fique na da Razão, para entender o quanto eu sofri! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-312895313601418016?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/312895313601418016/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=312895313601418016&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/312895313601418016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/312895313601418016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/10/almas-gmeas.html' title='ALMAS GÉMEAS'/><author><name>®efeneto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/TS7zSfkAK6I/AAAAAAAAOZg/f1GZ0aXjBUs/S220/efeneto%2Bjornalista.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/RyOfN_9Ks2I/AAAAAAAABAk/egGZcoEqzbA/s72-c/ALMAS...foto+para+texto+almas+gemeas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-7270326428247432925</id><published>2007-10-24T19:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:31.107Z</updated><title type='text'>Momentos</title><content type='html'>Rotas cheias de destinos,&lt;br /&gt;Caminhos e cruzamentos...&lt;br /&gt;Tesouros escondidos,&lt;br /&gt;Segredos que se perdem no tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Livros que não se abrem...&lt;br /&gt;Luzes que não se acendem,&lt;br /&gt;Momentos que ficam,&lt;br /&gt;Que se eternizam para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Dias, noites que passam,&lt;br /&gt;Passado, presente, futuro...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo existe, vive-se um momento,&lt;br /&gt;Não importa o sentimento...&lt;br /&gt;Vive-se apenas, nada mais.&lt;br /&gt;O princípio, o fim,&lt;br /&gt;Há momentos para amar...&lt;br /&gt;Descobrir, partir, sorrir, viver, ser...&lt;br /&gt;Ser... partilhar conquistas, sonhos...&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço sentido, fingido...&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo quente, frio,&lt;br /&gt;Dado no rosto, na boca, na mão...&lt;br /&gt;Não importa, sente apenas...&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas que se soltam,&lt;br /&gt;Que correm, que se prendem...&lt;br /&gt;Flor que cresce, murcha, vive e morre,&lt;br /&gt;Viagens, regressos...&lt;br /&gt;Momentos de magia, felicidade, alegria...&lt;br /&gt;Momentos de loucura, razão,&lt;br /&gt;Reflecte-se, pensa-se, sente-se...&lt;br /&gt;Esconde-te ou enfrenta o desafio...&lt;br /&gt;Momentos de dor, perda, ilusão,&lt;br /&gt;Vitórias e derrotas...&lt;br /&gt;Há momentos para tudo,&lt;br /&gt;Há momentos para...&lt;br /&gt;Vive apenas, mas vive. &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/Rx-NeESnqkI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Ca28OPh5dVY/s1600-h/1428088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124970448658344514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/Rx-NeESnqkI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Ca28OPh5dVY/s400/1428088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fotografia - MJ (sem tema)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-7270326428247432925?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/7270326428247432925/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=7270326428247432925&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/7270326428247432925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/7270326428247432925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/10/momentos.html' title='Momentos'/><author><name>Luis Ferreira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/TG0XRV5jd2I/AAAAAAAABTM/k8cQklqXxAA/S220/foto+pequena.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/Rx-NeESnqkI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Ca28OPh5dVY/s72-c/1428088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-6391188582137352967</id><published>2007-10-18T20:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:31.503Z</updated><title type='text'>na MORAR-TE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/RxeuZGGo37I/AAAAAAAAA7M/0BVug-NgaJ4/s1600-h/foto+poema+gaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122754847315648434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/RxeuZGGo37I/AAAAAAAAA7M/0BVug-NgaJ4/s320/foto+poema+gaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na MORA-ME&lt;br /&gt;na MORA-ME&lt;br /&gt;amora-me&lt;br /&gt;amora-me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não só em vertígens pálidas&lt;br /&gt;mas, em ânsia e espasmos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAMORO-TE&lt;br /&gt;E AMORO-TE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não só aqui, bem sabes&lt;br /&gt;Homem, querido meu&lt;br /&gt;AMA-ME&lt;br /&gt;em esquinas de cada tempo&lt;br /&gt;onde pressinto&lt;br /&gt;tuas intenções... tentações&lt;br /&gt;adentrando-me corpo e alma&lt;br /&gt;já então, tomada estou&lt;br /&gt;SENTIMENTOS puros, doces, ardentes&lt;br /&gt;TODOS ... tão teus&lt;br /&gt;VEM...mora em mim&lt;br /&gt;NAMORA-ME sem fim&lt;br /&gt;SER de mim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;##########&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Sentir dos sentidos&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/66036365812787238-6391188582137352967?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/6391188582137352967/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=6391188582137352967&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/6391188582137352967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/6391188582137352967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/10/na-morar-te.html' title='na MORAR-TE'/><author><name>®efeneto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/TS7zSfkAK6I/AAAAAAAAOZg/f1GZ0aXjBUs/S220/efeneto%2Bjornalista.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/RxeuZGGo37I/AAAAAAAAA7M/0BVug-NgaJ4/s72-c/foto+poema+gaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-4373568360331296026</id><published>2007-10-13T20:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:31.614Z</updated><title type='text'>Incertezas…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTK0n3H-_qk/RxEXn_5hXYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/AJB_6chxw5g/s1600-h/625402[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120900227231997314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTK0n3H-_qk/RxEXn_5hXYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/AJB_6chxw5g/s320/625402%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Já não sei o que és para mim…&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de te perder…&lt;br /&gt;Medo que já não me ames…&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se ainda te quero desta maneira…&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que sinto,&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se te amo,&lt;br /&gt;Estou confusa!&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que estou contigo sinto-me bem…&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que tudo tenha solução!&lt;br /&gt;Só que não vejo nenhuma para mim…&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que sou alguém…&lt;br /&gt;Será que sou?&lt;br /&gt;Sem ti… Não sou…&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de ti!&lt;br /&gt;Para me fazeres sentir bem…&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-te…&lt;br /&gt;Preciso que me faças sentir que sou alguém…&lt;br /&gt;e…&lt;br /&gt;No meu coração…&lt;br /&gt;quero ouvir-te…&lt;br /&gt;preciso ouvir-te…&lt;br /&gt;que…&lt;br /&gt;sou tudo para ti!...&lt;br /&gt;Desculpa as minhas incertezas…&lt;br /&gt;AMO-TE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; butterfly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-4373568360331296026?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/4373568360331296026/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=4373568360331296026&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/4373568360331296026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/4373568360331296026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/10/incertezas_13.html' title='Incertezas…'/><author><name>butterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTK0n3H-_qk/R6HkU9pbPVI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/vSe8dH8QlrE/S220/219088336.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTK0n3H-_qk/RxEXn_5hXYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/AJB_6chxw5g/s72-c/625402%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-8610004328838336966</id><published>2007-10-11T00:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:31.815Z</updated><title type='text'>AMIGO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;De todos nós...que te amamos, e sentimos tua falta&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/Rw1e77XDPQI/AAAAAAAAAIA/fEhus5hfl7A/s1600-h/shore%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119852735029787906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/Rw1e77XDPQI/AAAAAAAAAIA/fEhus5hfl7A/s320/shore%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Para além...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para além da tempestade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para além de minha vontade!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Te procuro amigo!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Onde estás?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SAUDADE...tua ausência se tornou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;essência de tristeza...para todos nós!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Te esperamos AMIGO de todos os momentos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;VOLTA!...porque nem que seja no além&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de minha vida te hei-de voltar a encontrar!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;VEM...aui....estamos te esperando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Dedicado a nosso amigo EFENETO)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;da&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-8610004328838336966?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/8610004328838336966/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=8610004328838336966&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/8610004328838336966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/8610004328838336966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/10/amigo.html' title='AMIGO!!!'/><author><name>lua prateada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511663633517145684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/ST8EOhkA80I/AAAAAAAAAt0/VzO7GmUgS7U/s1600-R/lua02.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/Rw1e77XDPQI/AAAAAAAAAIA/fEhus5hfl7A/s72-c/shore%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-6691740373041756753</id><published>2007-10-06T15:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:31.982Z</updated><title type='text'>MAGIA DA BRUMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113515583464843506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/RvbbVKHYqPI/AAAAAAAAAYc/51ow6XC-P9E/s320/Magica%2520Bruma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAGIA DA BRUMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe embarquemos nesta aventura&lt;br /&gt;Uma caravela envolta em uma bruma&lt;br /&gt;Ainda encoberta para mim&lt;br /&gt;Uma bruma mágica de doce carinho enfim&lt;br /&gt;Da qual não há como escapar, resistir&lt;br /&gt;Que me prende qual uma teia&lt;br /&gt;Como um canto de sereia, sem ser mortal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos deixamos envolver pela bruma&lt;br /&gt;Que nos leva para outro mar&lt;br /&gt;Mar de mágicas, encantamentos&lt;br /&gt;Que vem para aliviar nossos tormentos&lt;br /&gt;Nosso cansaço da vida&lt;br /&gt;Das corredeiras sem fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mágica bruma vem&lt;br /&gt;Para aliviar nossos tormentos&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo na magia dos sonhos o alento&lt;br /&gt;Aos corações doridos o ungüento&lt;br /&gt;E a real infinita certeza&lt;br /&gt;De podermos nos possuir por um momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Eärwen Tulcakelumë &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-6691740373041756753?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/6691740373041756753/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=6691740373041756753&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/6691740373041756753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/6691740373041756753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/09/magia-da-bruma.html' title='MAGIA DA BRUMA'/><author><name>Eärwen Tulcakelumë</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/Sj1qbnIQ1PI/AAAAAAAABM0/gwGNQ243HMI/S220/eARWEN+c%C3%B3pia2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/RvbbVKHYqPI/AAAAAAAAAYc/51ow6XC-P9E/s72-c/Magica%2520Bruma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-881753298341411157</id><published>2007-09-30T23:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:32.145Z</updated><title type='text'>Gosto de ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Gosto de ti,&lt;br /&gt;Porque és fogo...&lt;br /&gt;És um tesouro escondido,&lt;br /&gt;Que aquece as manhãs frias,&lt;br /&gt;Embalas o meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;És a fonte de energia&lt;br /&gt;A pedra basilar...&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo só nosso,&lt;br /&gt;Danças para mim com magia...&lt;br /&gt;Sedução... paixão,&lt;br /&gt;No silêncio nasce melodia.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ti,&lt;br /&gt;Porque me entregas o teu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;Em noites acesas de amor....&lt;br /&gt;Trocas beijos com loucura,&lt;br /&gt;Fazes-me explodir...&lt;br /&gt;Saber e sentir,&lt;br /&gt;Que a tua vida é a minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;Como o mar que abraça o horizonte,&lt;br /&gt;Unidos para sempre...&lt;br /&gt;Somos dois em um.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ti,&lt;br /&gt;Porque me dás o céu,&lt;br /&gt;Dizes palavras com suor...&lt;br /&gt;Partilhas gestos e sentimentos...&lt;br /&gt;Em gritos de prazer,&lt;br /&gt;És a minha companhia...&lt;br /&gt;Momentos de alegria,&lt;br /&gt;És a oitava maravilha...&lt;br /&gt;Que me faz sonhar,&lt;br /&gt;Atingir o cosmos...&lt;br /&gt;Acreditar...&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/RwAmXUSnqWI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Cfu5Kmlv0yo/s1600-h/Felicidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116131358718536034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/RwAmXUSnqWI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Cfu5Kmlv0yo/s400/Felicidade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fotografia - Tiago Pedro (tema - Felicidade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-881753298341411157?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/881753298341411157/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=881753298341411157&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/881753298341411157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/881753298341411157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/09/gosto-de-ti.html' title='Gosto de ti'/><author><name>Luis Ferreira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/TG0XRV5jd2I/AAAAAAAABTM/k8cQklqXxAA/S220/foto+pequena.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/RwAmXUSnqWI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Cfu5Kmlv0yo/s72-c/Felicidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-2569776851056542422</id><published>2007-09-24T14:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:32.786Z</updated><title type='text'>No banco de jardim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkevg4E5btI/RvfAux8COBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/nM7UrCgFSe4/s1600-h/2Banco+do+Thi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkevg4E5btI/RvfAux8COBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/nM7UrCgFSe4/s200/2Banco+do+Thi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113767811814144018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um dia fui ao jardim&lt;br /&gt;sentei no banco&lt;br /&gt;ansiava por flores, árvores, chilrear de pássaros...&lt;br /&gt;encontrei tudo isso e solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia fui ao jardim&lt;br /&gt;sentei no banco&lt;br /&gt;ali bem sozinho, ouvindo, vendo&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei o mar, sua vastidão, suas lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei paz temporária de alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia fui ao jardim&lt;br /&gt;sentei no banco&lt;br /&gt;bem recatado, lá bem escondido&lt;br /&gt;e foi onde me encontrei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia fui ao jardim&lt;br /&gt;sentei no banco&lt;br /&gt;e lá bem em frente te vi&lt;br /&gt;sentada num pequeno muro&lt;br /&gt;ouvi os pássaros, vi as mais belas flores&lt;br /&gt;senti o cheiro a primavera e a maresia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkevg4E5btI/RvfBhh8COCI/AAAAAAAAAIM/4drs_Cj33WA/s1600-h/19pariscouple1955_bg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkevg4E5btI/RvfBhh8COCI/AAAAAAAAAIM/4drs_Cj33WA/s200/19pariscouple1955_bg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113768683692505122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um dia fui ao jardim&lt;br /&gt;sentei no banco&lt;br /&gt;e me fizeste sinal para sentar ao pé de ti&lt;br /&gt;e o banco de jardim ficou vazio&lt;br /&gt;para outros que procuram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;JGuerra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-2569776851056542422?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/2569776851056542422/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=2569776851056542422&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/2569776851056542422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/2569776851056542422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-banco-de-jardim.html' title='No banco de jardim'/><author><name>jguerra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488144641628311833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2150/200/eu%20agosto%202006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkevg4E5btI/RvfAux8COBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/nM7UrCgFSe4/s72-c/2Banco+do+Thi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-929417251961469345</id><published>2007-09-16T23:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:33.075Z</updated><title type='text'>SAUDADES ...DE TI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/Ru2reFqHD4I/AAAAAAAAAYU/UYb9nhpn85Q/s1600-h/GRITO%25C2%25BA---foto%2Bpoema%2Bsaudades%25C2%25BA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110929685538606978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/Ru2reFqHD4I/AAAAAAAAAYU/UYb9nhpn85Q/s320/GRITO%25C2%25BA---foto%2Bpoema%2Bsaudades%25C2%25BA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Saudades ... de ti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta saudade como bruta é infinita&lt;br /&gt;É a saudade que chora, e até grita&lt;br /&gt;Aquela que tive outrora, sempre persiste&lt;br /&gt;Atormenta-me, essa saudade até que existe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São as saudades dos teus beijos&lt;br /&gt;São saudades dos teus desejos&lt;br /&gt;Esta loucura&lt;br /&gt;Que não tem cura&lt;br /&gt;Saudades de tudo o que senti&lt;br /&gt;É estranho, mas é saudades de ti. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;efeneto*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na tua ausência meu Amigo Efeneto, coloco aqui um poema teu, como um carinho para te-lo presente conosco e acho que o título bem traduz o que nós, teus amigos sentimos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um beijo carinhoso em forma de pérolas incandescentes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eärwen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-929417251961469345?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/929417251961469345/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=929417251961469345&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/929417251961469345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/929417251961469345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/09/saudades-de-ti.html' title='SAUDADES ...DE TI'/><author><name>Eärwen Tulcakelumë</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/Sj1qbnIQ1PI/AAAAAAAABM0/gwGNQ243HMI/S220/eARWEN+c%C3%B3pia2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/Ru2reFqHD4I/AAAAAAAAAYU/UYb9nhpn85Q/s72-c/GRITO%25C2%25BA---foto%2Bpoema%2Bsaudades%25C2%25BA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-822267877395142195</id><published>2007-09-09T23:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:33.283Z</updated><title type='text'>Contos de Fadas</title><content type='html'>Castelos no alto do monte,&lt;br /&gt;Contos de fadas esquecidos no tempo….&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos, fantasias como uma criança que brinca,&lt;br /&gt;Perco-me neste mundo de magia.&lt;br /&gt;Vejo a tua fotografia e deixo-me conduzir,&lt;br /&gt;Liberto a minha alma, solto as minhas asas…&lt;br /&gt;Elevo-me num voo ao teu encontro.&lt;br /&gt;Transporto no meu peito,&lt;br /&gt;Memórias dos tempos vividos, sentimentos partilhados,&lt;br /&gt;Encontros e amores sentidos.&lt;br /&gt;Olha para mim,&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me o que vês?&lt;br /&gt;Percorro as estradas ao teu encontro,&lt;br /&gt;Desafio o próprio destino,&lt;br /&gt;Quem sou? Cavaleiro que percorre apenas o caminho,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto na boca o sabor do último beijo,&lt;br /&gt;Nas mãos transporto o calor do desejo…&lt;br /&gt;No pensamento o amor que, por ti, sinto.&lt;br /&gt;No silêncio da estrada,&lt;br /&gt;Escuto o bater do coração…&lt;br /&gt;Compassos ritmados em melodias,&lt;br /&gt;De quem te ama, de quem te procura nesta imensidão.&lt;br /&gt;Já dizia o poeta que o amor é fogo que arde sem se ver,&lt;br /&gt;Que acende sempre que os nossos olhos se cruzam,&lt;br /&gt;Visto-me de sonhos, loucuras acesas…&lt;br /&gt;Com sede das noites passadas,&lt;br /&gt;Onde o linho e a seda,&lt;br /&gt;Foram testemunhas e marcas do nosso território…&lt;br /&gt;E que nos conduziam ao encontro de um mundo só nosso,&lt;br /&gt;Das palavras, dos segredos, dos momentos de paixão,&lt;br /&gt;Das horas e do tempo em que tudo começava,&lt;br /&gt;E acabava em nós!&lt;br /&gt;Noites de amor, momentos de sedução.&lt;br /&gt;Escrevi com as nuvens, pontos no céu infinito,&lt;br /&gt;Numa leveza sem limites,&lt;br /&gt;Poemas, textos de amor que acolhes…&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas que derramas com saudade…&lt;br /&gt;E que se perdem no teu leito quando nos afastamos.&lt;br /&gt;A tua alma é a luz que me guia…&lt;br /&gt;Olha para mim, diz-me o que vês?&lt;br /&gt;Sou o cavaleiro que caminha ao teu encontro…&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã, juntos, construiremos de novo,&lt;br /&gt;Este mundo de fantasia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/RuR15Qqb9tI/AAAAAAAAAOw/gsi4qrguU3M/s1600-h/castelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108337503930939090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/RuR15Qqb9tI/AAAAAAAAAOw/gsi4qrguU3M/s400/castelo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fotografia - Carla Salgueiro (tema - ... moro nos lugares que invento)&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/66036365812787238-822267877395142195?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/822267877395142195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=822267877395142195&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/822267877395142195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/822267877395142195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/09/contos-de-fadas.html' title='Contos de Fadas'/><author><name>Luis Ferreira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/TG0XRV5jd2I/AAAAAAAABTM/k8cQklqXxAA/S220/foto+pequena.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/RuR15Qqb9tI/AAAAAAAAAOw/gsi4qrguU3M/s72-c/castelo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-4032481505200614080</id><published>2007-09-05T15:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:33.437Z</updated><title type='text'>Chuva</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sentei-me à espera da &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;chuva&lt;/span&gt;. Queria tanto um pouco de fresco na minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O calor insuportável desta tarde de verão... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sufocava&lt;/span&gt;, ficava mal. Queria tanto um pouco de chuva para &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dançar&lt;/span&gt; como se procurasse esquivar-me de cada gota e&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; rindo &lt;/span&gt;por não conseguir fintá-las.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkevg4E5btI/RqzNLBHpe0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/v4NrR53QrbE/s1600-h/Al%2BMagnus%2B11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkevg4E5btI/RqzNLBHpe0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/v4NrR53QrbE/s400/Al%2BMagnus%2B11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092670867811957570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quero um pouco de chuva.&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco só...&lt;br /&gt;... só um pouquinho...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;JGuerra&lt;br /&gt;(Foto: AllMagnus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/66036365812787238-4032481505200614080?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/4032481505200614080/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=4032481505200614080&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/4032481505200614080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/4032481505200614080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/09/chuva.html' title='Chuva'/><author><name>jguerra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488144641628311833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2150/200/eu%20agosto%202006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkevg4E5btI/RqzNLBHpe0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/v4NrR53QrbE/s72-c/Al%2BMagnus%2B11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-1626284125783011365</id><published>2007-08-30T00:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:33.642Z</updated><title type='text'>ETERNOS APAIXONADOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/RtX_Yh04uvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/T7D6Pt08Vqo/s1600-h/img[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104266549556460274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/RtX_Yh04uvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/T7D6Pt08Vqo/s320/img%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A vós dedico minha noite....&lt;br /&gt;Pedindo-vos que vosso dia&lt;br /&gt;Seja uma eterna magia...&lt;br /&gt;Que sejam eternos namorados&lt;br /&gt;Sinceros e amados&lt;br /&gt;Que todos os vossos dias&lt;br /&gt;Sejam eles saciados....&lt;br /&gt;Desse AMOR dessa paixão&lt;br /&gt;Haverá sim! Dias atribulados&lt;br /&gt;Mas vós....&lt;br /&gt;Os eternos apaixonados...&lt;br /&gt;Saberão lutar...ficando calados!&lt;br /&gt;Calados perante os desafios da vida&lt;br /&gt;Perante a incerteza temida&lt;br /&gt;Mas que foi vencida.&lt;br /&gt;E que um dia...em vossas memórias&lt;br /&gt;Recordeis este dia...&lt;br /&gt;AMEM-SE...ETERNAMENTE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-1626284125783011365?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/1626284125783011365/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=1626284125783011365&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/1626284125783011365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/1626284125783011365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/08/eternos-apaixonados.html' title='ETERNOS APAIXONADOS'/><author><name>lua prateada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511663633517145684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/ST8EOhkA80I/AAAAAAAAAt0/VzO7GmUgS7U/s1600-R/lua02.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/RtX_Yh04uvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/T7D6Pt08Vqo/s72-c/img%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-1112818684772967783</id><published>2007-08-27T00:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:33.846Z</updated><title type='text'>RETALHOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/RtDezU5RMEI/AAAAAAAAAVs/WRPCIIN_XAM/s1600-h/RETALHOS--large-msg-114357662973-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102823351174377538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/RtDezU5RMEI/AAAAAAAAAVs/WRPCIIN_XAM/s320/RETALHOS--large-msg-114357662973-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; RETALHOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angustias e mentiras&lt;br /&gt;Oprimem meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Porém nada mais são&lt;br /&gt;Que asas da solidão&lt;br /&gt;De se estar só no corpo&lt;br /&gt;Quando não se está só na alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diante do mar me assombro&lt;br /&gt;Com tamanha realeza&lt;br /&gt;Mas dele me nasce o sonho&lt;br /&gt;Que vence a incerteza&lt;br /&gt;De vagar por esta terra&lt;br /&gt;Tentando viver minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Da forma mais precisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas às vezes vem a dor&lt;br /&gt;Misturada a paixão&lt;br /&gt;De te ter dentro da alma&lt;br /&gt;Incrustado no coração&lt;br /&gt;De não poder tocar o corpo&lt;br /&gt;Me tirando então dessa ilusão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que fazer com a solidão&lt;br /&gt;Que invade meu peito agora&lt;br /&gt;Uma agonia doída&lt;br /&gt;De que talvez não consiga ver&lt;br /&gt;O amanhecer, a aurora&lt;br /&gt;E com isso retalho a alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma esta partida&lt;br /&gt;E eu ando a vagar&lt;br /&gt;Por terras tão distantes&lt;br /&gt;Que nem sei que nome dar&lt;br /&gt;Mas nelas tenho a esperança&lt;br /&gt;De poder te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma em retalhos&lt;br /&gt;Que me ponho a costurar&lt;br /&gt;Com linha da esperança&lt;br /&gt;De um dia te reencontrar&lt;br /&gt;Nessas terras, nossas terra&lt;br /&gt;Tão distantes de além mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By Eärwen Tulcakelumë&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-1112818684772967783?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/1112818684772967783/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=1112818684772967783&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/1112818684772967783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/1112818684772967783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/08/retalhos.html' title='RETALHOS'/><author><name>Eärwen Tulcakelumë</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/Sj1qbnIQ1PI/AAAAAAAABM0/gwGNQ243HMI/S220/eARWEN+c%C3%B3pia2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/RtDezU5RMEI/AAAAAAAAAVs/WRPCIIN_XAM/s72-c/RETALHOS--large-msg-114357662973-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-5577831350532252279</id><published>2007-08-24T01:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:33.997Z</updated><title type='text'>Dias mágicos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkevg4E5btI/RqPm3xHpexI/AAAAAAAAAGs/EpQQByYZ9dI/s1600-h/foto06022005-4.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090165849611402002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkevg4E5btI/RqPm3xHpexI/AAAAAAAAAGs/EpQQByYZ9dI/s320/foto06022005-4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O «dia da véspera do Carnaval», como dizia a avó Nhé, era dia de confusão com roupas e pinturas a serem preparadas, sonhadas e inventadas. Mas quando acontecia era um dia rápido, porque os dias mágicos passam depressa deixando marcas fundas na nossa memória que alguns chamam de coração."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In Ondjaki, O último carnaval da vitória. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Os da minha rua&lt;/span&gt;. Ed. Caminho.&lt;br /&gt;Ilustração de: http://sd.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/2005/02/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-5577831350532252279?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/5577831350532252279/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=5577831350532252279&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/5577831350532252279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/5577831350532252279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/07/dias-mgicos.html' title='Dias mágicos'/><author><name>jguerra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488144641628311833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2150/200/eu%20agosto%202006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkevg4E5btI/RqPm3xHpexI/AAAAAAAAAGs/EpQQByYZ9dI/s72-c/foto06022005-4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-427374264600881459</id><published>2007-08-21T00:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:34.075Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma Canção feita de Mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/Rsomiw3y-jI/AAAAAAAAAys/V3TRxMm1UdU/s1600-h/grav_mulher_ao_piano8[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100931906626845234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/Rsomiw3y-jI/AAAAAAAAAys/V3TRxMm1UdU/s400/grav_mulher_ao_piano8%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A música do momento&lt;br /&gt;Tudo quer de mim um pouco&lt;br /&gt;E, pouco a pouco&lt;br /&gt;Vai levando o muito que há em mim&lt;br /&gt;Neste som, nestas teclas, nestas notas&lt;br /&gt;Cordas&lt;br /&gt;Caminho onde deslizo&lt;br /&gt;Meus dedos acompanham&lt;br /&gt;Este som que vem daqui&lt;br /&gt;O ritmo, as batidas&lt;br /&gt;Sentidas&lt;br /&gt;Do som que vem de dentro&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração está assim&lt;br /&gt;Com saudades de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Sentir dos sentidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-427374264600881459?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/427374264600881459/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=427374264600881459&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/427374264600881459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/427374264600881459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/08/uma-cano-feita-de-mim.html' title='Uma Canção feita de Mim'/><author><name>®efeneto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/TS7zSfkAK6I/AAAAAAAAOZg/f1GZ0aXjBUs/S220/efeneto%2Bjornalista.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/Rsomiw3y-jI/AAAAAAAAAys/V3TRxMm1UdU/s72-c/grav_mulher_ao_piano8%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-5990193879799671407</id><published>2007-08-18T00:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:34.228Z</updated><title type='text'>Horizonte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTK0n3H-_qk/RsYmzDFd-DI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8XNWqxRqLWk/s1600-h/1376290[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099806286487091250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTK0n3H-_qk/RsYmzDFd-DI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8XNWqxRqLWk/s320/1376290%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Busquei no horizonte&lt;br /&gt;Uma forma nova de ser feliz...&lt;br /&gt;Nada achei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busquei no meio da noite&lt;br /&gt;Uma maneira suave de sonhar...&lt;br /&gt;Não adormeci!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busquei, então, onde a razão&lt;br /&gt;Não pode alcançar.&lt;br /&gt;Fui dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Bem profundo&lt;br /&gt;E quase...&lt;br /&gt;Sem querer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobri-te&lt;br /&gt;Por entre&lt;br /&gt;Letras mágicas&lt;br /&gt;Risos&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Palavras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei-te!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;butterfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-5990193879799671407?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/5990193879799671407/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=5990193879799671407&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/5990193879799671407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/5990193879799671407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/08/horizonte.html' title='Horizonte'/><author><name>butterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTK0n3H-_qk/R6HkU9pbPVI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/vSe8dH8QlrE/S220/219088336.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTK0n3H-_qk/RsYmzDFd-DI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8XNWqxRqLWk/s72-c/1376290%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-3592341960418731208</id><published>2007-08-15T23:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:34.448Z</updated><title type='text'>O meu sonho és tu</title><content type='html'>Quando chegas…&lt;br /&gt;A vida recomeça,&lt;br /&gt;Raios de luz iluminam a noite,&lt;br /&gt;O sol mistura-se com o luar...&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração bate, em compassos de alegria,&lt;br /&gt;Perco-me no teu olhar,&lt;br /&gt;És a minha doce fantasia…&lt;br /&gt;Quero mergulhar nas águas desse mar,&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir os segredos escondidos,&lt;br /&gt;Descobrir os teus tesouros perdidos,&lt;br /&gt;Encontrar, nos teus lábios, o sabor do beijo.&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o desejo que acende a alma,&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir o calor da tua voz …&lt;br /&gt;O sussurro que me faz flutuar,&lt;br /&gt;Mil cores que preenchem o momento,&lt;br /&gt;Num belo jardim de sentimento,&lt;br /&gt;Simples, mas de beleza incalculável,&lt;br /&gt;Com força para unir gerações e povos,&lt;br /&gt;Com apenas quatro letras, se escreve a palavra AMOR.&lt;br /&gt;Sentir os teus braços a abraçar-me…&lt;br /&gt;Pertencer-te e apaixonar-me…&lt;br /&gt;Sentir céu e mar unidos, no infinito&lt;br /&gt;Como um barco amarrado ao cais&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me velejar num oceano de sonho.&lt;br /&gt;Envolve-me em momentos de magia&lt;br /&gt;Quero, ao teu lado, ver o universo ao deitar,&lt;br /&gt;Mil estrelas que iluminam a noite,&lt;br /&gt;O teu perfume envolve o meu espaço,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me como um príncipe no castelo&lt;br /&gt;E tu a minha rainha.&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me navegar em ti,&lt;br /&gt;Perder-me no teu corpo de mulher,&lt;br /&gt;Não imagino ficar sem te ver&lt;br /&gt;Não quero que partas, e me faças sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me, uma única vez, sentir o amor na pele&lt;br /&gt;Ver o teu sorriso iluminar a noite e o dia&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o sonho acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me flutuar nesta doce fantasia.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas por querer amar-te…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/RsOFSm9mf2I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/oAuHcHoItlw/s1600-h/so+na+praia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099065757856595810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/RsOFSm9mf2I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/oAuHcHoItlw/s400/so+na+praia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Quero agradecer a oportunidade de escrever neste blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sailing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-3592341960418731208?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/3592341960418731208/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=3592341960418731208&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/3592341960418731208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/3592341960418731208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/08/o-meu-sonho-s-tu.html' title='O meu sonho és tu'/><author><name>Luis Ferreira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/TG0XRV5jd2I/AAAAAAAABTM/k8cQklqXxAA/S220/foto+pequena.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jImB2HCsWcg/RsOFSm9mf2I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/oAuHcHoItlw/s72-c/so+na+praia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-1727650430779890468</id><published>2007-08-12T21:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:34.609Z</updated><title type='text'>*Criança</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097916578211297858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/Rr9wHjLb-kI/AAAAAAAAAvM/8Xpai1SZetk/s320/foto+poema...+crian%C3%A7a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Criança que tua voz entoas&lt;br /&gt;Em grito de pranto&lt;br /&gt;Por entre vales&lt;br /&gt;Nas ondas do vento…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedes que sussurre&lt;br /&gt;Ao Mundo&lt;br /&gt;Esse lamento de dor&lt;br /&gt;Que dilacera o amor&lt;br /&gt;Em registo no teu ser&lt;br /&gt;No acto de nascer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lágrima escondida&lt;br /&gt;Em soluço sufocado&lt;br /&gt;Nesse pequeno rosto&lt;br /&gt;Onde o medo já se vê…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criança que já não és&lt;br /&gt;Pela cegueira que vagueia&lt;br /&gt;Em nuvem que escurece&lt;br /&gt;Os gestos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em vão o vento o espalha&lt;br /&gt;Pelo Mundo que a surdez o tolhe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ðº°˜¨¨˜°ºð *©õllyß®yðº°˜¨¨˜°ºð&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-1727650430779890468?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/1727650430779890468/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=1727650430779890468&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/1727650430779890468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/1727650430779890468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/08/criana.html' title='*Criança'/><author><name>®efeneto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/TS7zSfkAK6I/AAAAAAAAOZg/f1GZ0aXjBUs/S220/efeneto%2Bjornalista.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/Rr9wHjLb-kI/AAAAAAAAAvM/8Xpai1SZetk/s72-c/foto+poema...+crian%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-6550513910901863619</id><published>2007-08-09T23:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:34.996Z</updated><title type='text'>Solidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/RrpAhTLb-XI/AAAAAAAAAtk/oJpv64lm2Ko/s1600-h/efeneto+poema+solidÃ£o.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096456869151242610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/RrpAhTLb-XI/AAAAAAAAAtk/oJpv64lm2Ko/s400/efeneto+poema+solid%C3%A3o.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rostos, menos alegres, tristes&lt;br /&gt;Marcados pelo tempo e pelas rugas&lt;br /&gt;De vidas menos fáceis, duras&lt;br /&gt;De vidas inertes de dificuldades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosto, de quem vê a vida passar&lt;br /&gt;Com mais ou menos alento&lt;br /&gt;Com a recordação no pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Sem vontade para prosseguir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rostos de quem fica à varanda&lt;br /&gt;Saudosos de tempos que passaram&lt;br /&gt;Voando até às estrelas que brilharam&lt;br /&gt;Aterrando em reacções frias de outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rostos de quem fica à espera&lt;br /&gt;De não serem os únicos (desanimados)&lt;br /&gt;Ao se sentirem sós acompanhados&lt;br /&gt;Ao desejarem companhia sendo sós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rostos de quem um dia sofreu por amar&lt;br /&gt;Que escondem realidades fingidas&lt;br /&gt;Que sonham com irrealidades desejadas&lt;br /&gt;Rostos de quem um dia amou por sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;efeneto*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-6550513910901863619?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/6550513910901863619/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=6550513910901863619&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/6550513910901863619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/6550513910901863619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/08/solido.html' title='Solidão'/><author><name>®efeneto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/TS7zSfkAK6I/AAAAAAAAOZg/f1GZ0aXjBUs/S220/efeneto%2Bjornalista.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/RrpAhTLb-XI/AAAAAAAAAtk/oJpv64lm2Ko/s72-c/efeneto+poema+solid%C3%A3o.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-1246066216440423151</id><published>2007-08-06T00:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:35.136Z</updated><title type='text'>O Murmúrio do Silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/RrZbDmsyHyI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5lSreUujLcQ/s1600-h/SOL.O+Murmurio+do+Silencio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095360145902411554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/RrZbDmsyHyI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5lSreUujLcQ/s400/SOL.O+Murmurio+do+Silencio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/RrZa82syHxI/AAAAAAAAAGU/p2IWoHJzhpA/s1600-h/SOL.O+Murmurio+do+Silencio.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ouvindo o murmúrio do silêncio...&lt;br /&gt;Encontro-me, abstracta...&lt;br /&gt;Completamente alheia, a todo e&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer som vindo do mundo exterior.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que o viver... é deixar fluir esta&lt;br /&gt;Sensação de liberdade infinita,&lt;br /&gt;Que se envolve ao meu redor...&lt;br /&gt;Onde meus olhos não têm alcance&lt;br /&gt;Para mais ver...&lt;br /&gt;Onde meus ouvidos não têm mais&lt;br /&gt;Audição para ouvirem...&lt;br /&gt;onde... minha garganta&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que se quisesse libertar&lt;br /&gt;Não teria força!...nem para um eco ser ouvido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;SOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-1246066216440423151?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/1246066216440423151/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=1246066216440423151&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/1246066216440423151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/1246066216440423151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/08/o-murmrio-do-silncio.html' title='O Murmúrio do Silêncio'/><author><name>lua prateada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511663633517145684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/ST8EOhkA80I/AAAAAAAAAt0/VzO7GmUgS7U/s1600-R/lua02.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/RrZbDmsyHyI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5lSreUujLcQ/s72-c/SOL.O+Murmurio+do+Silencio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-8247516678996046839</id><published>2007-08-03T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:35.282Z</updated><title type='text'>EXTASE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/RrJm05qtB3I/AAAAAAAAAU8/KhkeQPR40eU/s1600-h/eles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094247187528615794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/RrJm05qtB3I/AAAAAAAAAU8/KhkeQPR40eU/s400/eles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;EXTASE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter você comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Agora aqui nesta hora&lt;br /&gt;Sussurrar ao teu ouvido&lt;br /&gt;Palavras que te disse outrora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir você comigo nesse jogo incandescente&lt;br /&gt;Que nos arrasta qual torrente&lt;br /&gt;Nessa mar de desejo e satisfação&lt;br /&gt;De se sentir realizado nessa comunhão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deslizar sobre meu eterno momento de prazer&lt;br /&gt;Onde todos os desejos se tornarem realidade&lt;br /&gt;Corpo , alma, entrelaçados num ato sublime do ser&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vêem unidos dentro de um só prazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas de realmente se encontrem dentro do outro ser&lt;br /&gt;Para depois unidos repousarem&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo ainda ferver a alegria que lhes invadem&lt;br /&gt;De ver concretizado o seu amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;Nessa dança onde os corpos falaram&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente a linguagem do prazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By Eärwen Tulcakelumë&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-8247516678996046839?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/8247516678996046839/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=8247516678996046839&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/8247516678996046839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/8247516678996046839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/08/extase.html' title='EXTASE'/><author><name>Eärwen Tulcakelumë</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/Sj1qbnIQ1PI/AAAAAAAABM0/gwGNQ243HMI/S220/eARWEN+c%C3%B3pia2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/RrJm05qtB3I/AAAAAAAAAU8/KhkeQPR40eU/s72-c/eles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-5561403354894656552</id><published>2007-07-31T11:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:35.417Z</updated><title type='text'>Ilusões #2 (férias)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkevg4E5btI/RqCK-C81OBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/EEHbaxQjcxs/s1600-h/Al%2BMagnus%2B12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkevg4E5btI/RqCK-C81OBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/EEHbaxQjcxs/s400/Al%2BMagnus%2B12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089220377477199890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixamo-nos levar pela realidade, dura e crua. Deixamo-nos possuir pelos assuntos levianos, mundanos, enchemo-nos de raiva e ingratidão pelas várias bençãos que o Universo nos oferece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;venho pedir-vos para se deixarem levar pela ilusão, pela imaginação de um dia se sentirem tão pequenos quanto importantes; tão feios quanto bonitos; tão homens quanto mamíferos; tão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imaginem vocês o resto... deixem-se levar pelas vossas ilusões e transformem-nas em realidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grande dia de luz para todos... vou de férias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Foto Al Magnus)&lt;br /&gt;(vou de férias mas estão dois post à espera para vocês)&lt;br /&gt;&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/66036365812787238-5561403354894656552?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/5561403354894656552/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=5561403354894656552&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/5561403354894656552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/5561403354894656552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/07/iluses-2-frias.html' title='Ilusões #2 (férias)'/><author><name>jguerra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488144641628311833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2150/200/eu%20agosto%202006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkevg4E5btI/RqCK-C81OBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/EEHbaxQjcxs/s72-c/Al%2BMagnus%2B12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-7252399464811382856</id><published>2007-07-29T23:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:35.637Z</updated><title type='text'>E nos mistérios...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092756850738389170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Rq0bX4ey4LI/AAAAAAAAAQw/NHzyQ-jzJ6g/s400/s500x500.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;E nos mistérios...&lt;br /&gt;Desse mar do verbo amar&lt;br /&gt;Entrar nesses devaneios ardentes&lt;br /&gt;Estonteantes!&lt;br /&gt;Fácil embarcarás… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já desembarcar, do fascínio por ele eleito…&lt;br /&gt;Das labaredas que te enredam&lt;br /&gt;No seu ardente, mas delicado&lt;br /&gt;Leito…&lt;br /&gt;De coração rasgado de dor no teu peito&lt;br /&gt;De lá sairás… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se esperares o amor alheio, para amar!...&lt;br /&gt;E porto?... Não&lt;br /&gt;Não haverá cais&lt;br /&gt;Onde aportares…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ðº°˜¨¨˜°ºð ðº°˜¨¨˜°ºð&lt;br /&gt;*©õllyß®y &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-7252399464811382856?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/7252399464811382856/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=7252399464811382856&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/7252399464811382856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/7252399464811382856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/07/e-nos-mistrios.html' title='E nos mistérios...'/><author><name>Cöllybry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Sf5WlxWeCWI/AAAAAAAABJs/ZnYC9W_uQlU/S220/ricas11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Rq0bX4ey4LI/AAAAAAAAAQw/NHzyQ-jzJ6g/s72-c/s500x500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-1982642117514675785</id><published>2007-07-27T13:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:36.102Z</updated><title type='text'>O Meu Quadro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/Rqnk9TLb-HI/AAAAAAAAArk/W7ds8A1W3Bo/s1600-h/arcoiris_3[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091852595490453618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/Rqnk9TLb-HI/AAAAAAAAArk/W7ds8A1W3Bo/s320/arcoiris_3%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Se...&lt;br /&gt;Não queres a mim perder&lt;br /&gt;Cala-te,&lt;br /&gt;Não diz-me&lt;br /&gt;Que tenho de vencer&lt;br /&gt;Ou mesmo viver com arte&lt;br /&gt;Não preciso, nada provar-te,&lt;br /&gt;Meu calor&lt;br /&gt;Meu querer&lt;br /&gt;Minha entrega incondicional&lt;br /&gt;Meu jardim...flores&lt;br /&gt;Cores...aguarela&lt;br /&gt;Mares, sois, luas, estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Anjos, fadas, sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Realidades sentidas...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo...quase tudo já te pintei&lt;br /&gt;Em quadro de sentimentos puros&lt;br /&gt;Moldura de amor...num sonho encontrado&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos que te fiz em versos&lt;br /&gt;Transformados em coragem&lt;br /&gt;De ir-me ao teu encontro&lt;br /&gt;Sem mesmo saber-te ao certo&lt;br /&gt;Apostei na íris...no arco&lt;br /&gt;Arco-íris&lt;br /&gt;Escorregadeira gigante&lt;br /&gt;penso ser a ponte&lt;br /&gt;que me levará, ou te trará prá mim&lt;br /&gt;Logo mais...quando sentires&lt;br /&gt;Que estás sempre&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais&lt;br /&gt;A crescer em mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                              &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;  O Sentir dos sentidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-1982642117514675785?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/1982642117514675785/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=1982642117514675785&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/1982642117514675785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/1982642117514675785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/07/o-meu-quadro.html' title='O Meu Quadro'/><author><name>®efeneto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/TS7zSfkAK6I/AAAAAAAAOZg/f1GZ0aXjBUs/S220/efeneto%2Bjornalista.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/Rqnk9TLb-HI/AAAAAAAAArk/W7ds8A1W3Bo/s72-c/arcoiris_3%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-7025703920099735152</id><published>2007-07-26T00:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:36.404Z</updated><title type='text'>Pessoas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/RqfbKDLb9_I/AAAAAAAAAqc/YMAk4RBgjZE/s1600-h/ALMAS-foto+poema+pessoas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091278869464086514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/RqfbKDLb9_I/AAAAAAAAAqc/YMAk4RBgjZE/s400/ALMAS-foto+poema+pessoas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Há pessoas que surgem na nossa vida&lt;br /&gt;Mas não marcam,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas passam&lt;br /&gt;despercebidamente...&lt;br /&gt;E quando se vão embora&lt;br /&gt;Não deixam connosco&lt;br /&gt;As doces lembranças de outrora.&lt;br /&gt;E há as pessoas que marcam a nossa vida&lt;br /&gt;De uma forma tão intensa...que sem querer,&lt;br /&gt;Não sabemos o porquê,&lt;br /&gt;Mas elas simplesmente não passam...&lt;br /&gt;Permanecem enraizadas&lt;br /&gt;Feitas como uma erva daninha&lt;br /&gt;Que quanto mais nós tentamos extirpar&lt;br /&gt;Mais ela caminha&lt;br /&gt;E vai se aprofundando&lt;br /&gt;sempre...e mais um pouco&lt;br /&gt;No nosso coração penetrando&lt;br /&gt;Sem que a possamos evitar.&lt;br /&gt;Há pessoas que não saem da nossa vida&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo sem estarem próximas&lt;br /&gt;Elas se fazem presentes&lt;br /&gt;E ficam assim... eternamente&lt;br /&gt;Sem que exista jamais uma despedida&lt;br /&gt;Porque são pessoas que marcam...&lt;br /&gt;Marcam para sempre a nossa vida!&lt;br /&gt;Para mim essas pessoas são os amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;efeneto* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-7025703920099735152?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/7025703920099735152/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=7025703920099735152&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/7025703920099735152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/7025703920099735152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/07/pessoas.html' title='Pessoas...'/><author><name>®efeneto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/TS7zSfkAK6I/AAAAAAAAOZg/f1GZ0aXjBUs/S220/efeneto%2Bjornalista.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7PMdq6K84A/RqfbKDLb9_I/AAAAAAAAAqc/YMAk4RBgjZE/s72-c/ALMAS-foto+poema+pessoas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-6141404161905935931</id><published>2007-07-24T17:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:36.574Z</updated><title type='text'>Juventude...Hoje!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTK0n3H-_qk/RqYuw18tAwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MCqOFvkwmH0/s1600-h/A_juventude_pode_mover_o_mundo[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090807845439210242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTK0n3H-_qk/RqYuw18tAwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MCqOFvkwmH0/s320/A_juventude_pode_mover_o_mundo%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muitos serão aqueles&lt;br /&gt;Com metas, objectivos sem fim,&lt;br /&gt;Vitorias a atingir&lt;br /&gt;Na mente, na conquista, sempre a definir.&lt;br /&gt;Mas...!&lt;br /&gt;Diremos que nada será demais...&lt;br /&gt;Sempre as forças nos valeram&lt;br /&gt;Obstáculos sempre teremos!&lt;br /&gt;No caminho onde percorremos&lt;br /&gt;O principal é o sonho que temos...&lt;br /&gt;Valer será a força, a emoção, a vontade&lt;br /&gt;De abraçar o topo...&lt;br /&gt;Com a ajuda de tudo...&lt;br /&gt;Seremos capazes de sonhar&lt;br /&gt;e...&lt;br /&gt;Também, sofrer, lutar e amar...&lt;br /&gt;Com o futuro em mente&lt;br /&gt;Vamos á luta, vamos vencer&lt;br /&gt;Vamos ser gente&lt;br /&gt;Aprendendo assim, a olhar em frente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;butterfly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/66036365812787238-6141404161905935931?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/6141404161905935931/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=6141404161905935931&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/6141404161905935931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/6141404161905935931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/07/juventudehoje.html' title='Juventude...Hoje!'/><author><name>butterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oTK0n3H-_qk/R6HkU9pbPVI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/vSe8dH8QlrE/S220/219088336.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTK0n3H-_qk/RqYuw18tAwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MCqOFvkwmH0/s72-c/A_juventude_pode_mover_o_mundo%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-7282096035612989330</id><published>2007-07-21T17:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:36.685Z</updated><title type='text'>segredos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkevg4E5btI/Rp-igC81N7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/sytpJr1mqYs/s1600-h/segredos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088964775383480242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 461px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkevg4E5btI/Rp-igC81N7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/sytpJr1mqYs/s400/segredos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="right"&gt;Segredos se contam no tempo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="right"&gt;Segredos levam-nos o vento&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="right"&gt;Segredos procuram amarrar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="right"&gt;Nossas vidas a zumbidos e sussurros&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="right"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="right"&gt;Segredos querem segredos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="right"&gt;Segredos aumentam em histórias&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="right"&gt;Demagógicas, fantasmagóricas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="right"&gt;Segredos são setas que querem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="right"&gt;Perfurar a alma, a mente&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="right"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="right"&gt;Segredos vão e vêem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="right"&gt;Segredos efémeros &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="right"&gt;Mas que perfuram,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="right"&gt;Penetram nas vidas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="right"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="right"&gt;Segredos contam-se &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="right"&gt;Na inocência da infância, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="right"&gt;Alegram, apimentam&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="right"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="right"&gt;Depois... segredos contam no tempo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(C) JGuerra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;19/97/1997&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-7282096035612989330?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/7282096035612989330/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=7282096035612989330&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/7282096035612989330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/7282096035612989330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/07/segredos.html' title='segredos'/><author><name>jguerra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09488144641628311833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6058/2150/200/eu%20agosto%202006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkevg4E5btI/Rp-igC81N7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/sytpJr1mqYs/s72-c/segredos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-1705269554119309050</id><published>2007-07-20T12:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:36.864Z</updated><title type='text'>DIA DO AMIGO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/RqDULYGvNII/AAAAAAAAATs/j1tER0Dr8sk/s1600-h/friend00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089300870843020418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/RqDULYGvNII/AAAAAAAAATs/j1tER0Dr8sk/s320/friend00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOJE DIA DO AMIGO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AOS AMIGOS QUE POR AQUI PASSAM, DEIXAMOS O NOSSO ABRAÇO PELO DIA DE HOJE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OS AUTORES&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" AMIZADE É MAIS QUE AFINIDADE.&lt;br /&gt;ENVOLVE MAIS QUE AFEIÇÃO.&lt;br /&gt;AS EXIGÊNCIAS DA AMIZADE - FRANQUEZA, SINCERIDADE, LEALDADE INCONDICIONAL E&lt;br /&gt;AUXILIO A PONTO DO SACRIFÍCIO -&lt;br /&gt;SÃO ESTÍMULOS PODEROSOS PARA O AMADURECIMENTO MORAL E ENOBRECIMENTO.&lt;br /&gt;A AMIZADE GENUÍNA REQUER TEMPO, ESFORÇO E TRABALHO PARA SER MANTIDA.&lt;br /&gt;A AMIZADE É ALGO PROFUNDO.&lt;br /&gt;DE FATO , É UMA FORMA DE AMOR."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Desconheço o Autor) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-1705269554119309050?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/1705269554119309050/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=1705269554119309050&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/1705269554119309050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/1705269554119309050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/07/dia-do-amigo.html' title='DIA DO AMIGO!'/><author><name>Eärwen Tulcakelumë</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/Sj1qbnIQ1PI/AAAAAAAABM0/gwGNQ243HMI/S220/eARWEN+c%C3%B3pia2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/RqDULYGvNII/AAAAAAAAATs/j1tER0Dr8sk/s72-c/friend00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-4409186029531164953</id><published>2007-07-19T01:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:37.015Z</updated><title type='text'>*O beijo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RqAaAikk-pI/AAAAAAAAAQA/4X1NNAoHXIM/s1600-h/Um%20beijo%20para%20ti-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089096175511206546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RqAaAikk-pI/AAAAAAAAAQA/4X1NNAoHXIM/s400/Um%2520beijo%2520para%2520ti-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O beijo&lt;br /&gt;Aquele longínquo de adolesceste&lt;br /&gt;Fazia corar, percorrendo o corpo&lt;br /&gt;Num arrepiar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O beijo na plenitude de amar&lt;br /&gt;Como o verso, feito poema&lt;br /&gt;Com voz de uma canção…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O beijo declamado…&lt;br /&gt;Pela boca dos poetas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O beijo é ele também&lt;br /&gt;Em saudade…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dos que partem&lt;br /&gt;Das palavras não ditas,&lt;br /&gt;De repente silenciadas&lt;br /&gt;Pelo elo quebrado…&lt;br /&gt;Do físico!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O momento que se faz&lt;br /&gt;Eterno,&lt;br /&gt;Onde repousam…&lt;br /&gt;Em,&lt;br /&gt;Vida recomeçada… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Em memória…&lt;br /&gt;No cofre da bem-aventurança!&lt;br /&gt;Guarda-o que é sagrado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ðº°˜¨¨˜°ºð ? ðº°˜¨¨˜°ºð&lt;br /&gt;*©õllyß®y&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-4409186029531164953?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/4409186029531164953/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=4409186029531164953&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/4409186029531164953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/4409186029531164953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/07/o-beijo_19.html' title='*O beijo...'/><author><name>Cöllybry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/Sf5WlxWeCWI/AAAAAAAABJs/ZnYC9W_uQlU/S220/ricas11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ze5itlI367E/RqAaAikk-pI/AAAAAAAAAQA/4X1NNAoHXIM/s72-c/Um%2520beijo%2520para%2520ti-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-5233335910497690757</id><published>2007-07-17T00:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:37.132Z</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/Rpv-0HOuh5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/kkr6XXNT0o8/s1600-h/SOL+para+Almas-foto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087940375292577682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/Rpv-0HOuh5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/kkr6XXNT0o8/s400/SOL+para+Almas-foto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sonhos desfeitos...levados pelo vento&lt;br /&gt;pairando...sobre uma nuvem...&lt;br /&gt;Nuvem...ligeira que se vai...&lt;br /&gt;Se perdeu...no horizonte da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LÁGRIMAS&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Que correm...fazendo cascatas...&lt;br /&gt;Que percorreram rio da tristeza e...&lt;br /&gt;Vão desaguar no infinito azul do mar&lt;br /&gt;Aí se dissolvem...&lt;br /&gt;Nas profundezas do mar tudo acaba&lt;br /&gt;Tudo chega ao seu fim.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! &lt;strong&gt;SONHOS&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Tão sonhados e tão amados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONHOS&lt;/strong&gt;...e nada mais...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje estão acabados...&lt;br /&gt;Não fazem mais sentido...&lt;br /&gt;Foram apenas &lt;strong&gt;SONHOS&lt;/strong&gt;!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-5233335910497690757?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/5233335910497690757/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=5233335910497690757&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/5233335910497690757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/5233335910497690757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/07/sonhos.html' title='Sonhos'/><author><name>lua prateada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08511663633517145684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/ST8EOhkA80I/AAAAAAAAAt0/VzO7GmUgS7U/s1600-R/lua02.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsyMx3edCB4/Rpv-0HOuh5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/kkr6XXNT0o8/s72-c/SOL+para+Almas-foto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66036365812787238.post-993813127225375192</id><published>2007-07-15T02:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:37.272Z</updated><title type='text'>CONHECIMENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/Rpl36oGvNEI/AAAAAAAAATI/KCxZdsR6n5Y/s1600-h/Conhecimento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087229103173481538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/Rpl36oGvNEI/AAAAAAAAATI/KCxZdsR6n5Y/s320/Conhecimento.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CONHECIMENTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhadores, visionários, contadores de palavras&lt;br /&gt;Que trazidas ao papel, as telas&lt;br /&gt;Representam o fiel da balança&lt;br /&gt;Representam com presteza, às vezes,&lt;br /&gt;A vida que nos espanta&lt;br /&gt;Mas sem medo entramos na dança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhadores, criadores de mundos,&lt;br /&gt;Portadores de um dom, ou de uma sina&lt;br /&gt;Que nos faz querer sempre trazer&lt;br /&gt;Ao mundo que agora existe&lt;br /&gt;Experiências que nos chegam e insistem&lt;br /&gt;As vezes nos deixando cicatrizes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como Feiticeiros, Encantados&lt;br /&gt;Como Visionários, Anjos sem Asas&lt;br /&gt;Como Bardos ou Cavalheiros&lt;br /&gt;Insistimos tal qual Guerreiros&lt;br /&gt;A levar nossas palavras&lt;br /&gt;Que retratam o amor verdadeiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos seres diferentes, encantados&lt;br /&gt;Disfarçados em um corpo normal&lt;br /&gt;Para munidos de uma força sobrenatural&lt;br /&gt;Que nos faz escrever, desenhar, profetizar&lt;br /&gt;Acreditar onde outros com certeza desistiriam&lt;br /&gt;Onde outros com certeza perderiam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas como Bardos, Encantados&lt;br /&gt;Temos que nos atirar na luta&lt;br /&gt;Devemos orientar a quem vem&lt;br /&gt;Procurando por alento, atenção&lt;br /&gt;Porque nesta nossa vida, estação&lt;br /&gt;Detemos o conhecimento no coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Eärwen Tulcakelumë &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É somos todos assim criadores de sonhos pois a cada um de nós tem sua missão nesta terra, poetas, escritores, músicos, atores, desenhistas, enfim quando damos asas a inspiração ficamos destinados a sermos eternos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E dedico esse à todos nós que usamos nossas habilidades dadas pelo Criador para ajudar a todos nós a caminharmos de forma mais fácil e tranqüila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pérolas incandescentes dou aos que visitam ao nosso espaço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eärwen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66036365812787238-993813127225375192?l=efeneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/feeds/993813127225375192/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66036365812787238&amp;postID=993813127225375192&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/993813127225375192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66036365812787238/posts/default/993813127225375192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efeneto.blogspot.com/2007/07/conhecimento.html' title='CONHECIMENTO'/><author><name>Eärwen Tulcakelumë</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/Sj1qbnIQ1PI/AAAAAAAABM0/gwGNQ243HMI/S220/eARWEN+c%C3%B3pia2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x94KPdlErq0/Rpl36oGvNEI/AAAAAAAAATI/KCxZdsR6n5Y/s72-c/Conhecimento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry></feed>
