<?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-35842812</id><updated>2012-01-22T12:52:48.396Z</updated><category term='De tão triste adormeceu'/><category term='Acaricia-me'/><category term='Quem és tu'/><category term='Quero o beijo'/><category term='Quem de vós dirá'/><category term='Ela envolveu-me'/><category term='Querias?'/><category term='Prometo meu amor'/><category term='Fruo de tal sensibilidade'/><category term='Caiam fora'/><category term='É ilusão'/><title type='text'>jasm953</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-1238201960103332731</id><published>2008-05-12T22:28:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T12:24:51.696+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caiam fora'/><title type='text'>Caiam fora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/SCjjPsHOnlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/TwVH_1a3YB8/s1600-h/155380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="430" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199655628478258770" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/SCjjPsHOnlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/TwVH_1a3YB8/s400/155380.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 431px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 401px;" width="378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho dentro de mim, tão intenso&lt;br /&gt;Um sorrir que se perdeu&lt;br /&gt;Amarga, e fica em suspenso&lt;br /&gt;A estudar o desolado breu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que teria em mim morrido&lt;br /&gt;Neste crer que sonha assim?&lt;br /&gt;Se nem eu lhe sei o sentido&lt;br /&gt;Que já não é meu, embora em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julgava-o ideal, belo e sagrado&lt;br /&gt;Uma fantasia morosa, brilhante&lt;br /&gt;Onde tudo em roda parecia amado&lt;br /&gt;Canto que vai-se sumindo de distante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E depois nesta visão em segredo&lt;br /&gt;Surge tudo mais uma e outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Acordando-me deste sossego&lt;br /&gt;Num impulso d’alma da escassez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual brinquedo perdido de menino&lt;br /&gt;Que eu consumi de razão e sentido&lt;br /&gt;Abandonado-o no chão do destino&lt;br /&gt;Tornando-o adorno fragil e partido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi este plangente abafar ao morrer&lt;br /&gt;Que nasceu das cinzas diferente&lt;br /&gt;Afastou-se do meu querer&lt;br /&gt;E do bem-querer de tanta gente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora que chameja a luz&lt;br /&gt;Neste destino espavorido&lt;br /&gt;Vou tirar o meu capuz&lt;br /&gt;E deixa-lo no cabide esquecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se em mim se apagar de novo&lt;br /&gt;Esta luz que brilha agora&lt;br /&gt;Ficarei triste e me comovo&lt;br /&gt;Mas então...cuidado, caiam fora!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João Morgado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35842812-1238201960103332731?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/1238201960103332731/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=1238201960103332731&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/1238201960103332731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/1238201960103332731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2008/05/caiam-fora.html' title='Caiam fora'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/SCjjPsHOnlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/TwVH_1a3YB8/s72-c/155380.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-7623019602380830947</id><published>2008-04-07T19:22:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T12:27:42.226+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Querias?'/><title type='text'>Querias?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R_pm-1KA3pI/AAAAAAAAAhA/bbiEjPEWNT8/s1600-h/2004pic0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186571150477549202" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R_pm-1KA3pI/AAAAAAAAAhA/bbiEjPEWNT8/s400/2004pic0.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se eu por ti me apaixonar&lt;br /&gt;Prometes ser-me fiel? &lt;br /&gt;E ajudar-me a alcançar &lt;br /&gt;A felicidade, o sonho e o mel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já me apaixonei em vão&lt;br /&gt;E descobri que o amor é superior &lt;br /&gt;Do que apenas segurar na mão&lt;br /&gt;É uma troca constante de calor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu te der o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ter a firmeza &lt;br /&gt;Que não desperdiço em vão&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que me dá alguma beleza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha forma de acarinhar&lt;br /&gt;Este meu jeito apaixonado&lt;br /&gt;Todo o fogo que tenho p’ra dar&lt;br /&gt;E tanto mais que tenho guardado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tu também me quiseres&lt;br /&gt;Sim, direi orgulhoso então&lt;br /&gt;Sou feliz, sê tu tambem se poderes&lt;br /&gt;E o nosso amor não será em vão &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portanto espero que tu entendas&lt;br /&gt;Não posso garantir inúteis ninharias&lt;br /&gt;Concebe que meus sonhos desvendas&lt;br /&gt;Ai eu, me apaixonarei por ti. Querias?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São vãos os meus projéctos, insípidos &lt;br /&gt;Mas são na alma que germinam&lt;br /&gt;De me ver enlaçado nesses braços lívidos&lt;br /&gt;Em noites que em puro deleite culminam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais ambiciono p’ra mim&lt;br /&gt;Que te saber radiante e afortunada&lt;br /&gt;E este sonhar de te saber assim&lt;br /&gt;Feliz, alegre, por te saber amada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É pouco o que quero, dirás&lt;br /&gt;Mas sai do fundo do meu ser&lt;br /&gt;Toda a intensidade que ele traz&lt;br /&gt;Se baseia na verdade de te querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guardo para outro poema&lt;br /&gt;O erotismo nato, que te destino&lt;br /&gt;Ao lavrar com minha pena&lt;br /&gt;Nesse corpo doce, feito menino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então de amores e razão me quero cheio&lt;br /&gt;P’ra fazer valer méstria e excelência&lt;br /&gt;E nas horas de recreio&lt;br /&gt;Dar o meu melhor como solvência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E depois da alma lavada&lt;br /&gt;Nesse vale de frondosas raízes&lt;br /&gt;Ver as horas mais amadas&lt;br /&gt;E te dar o que nem dizes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João Morgado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35842812-7623019602380830947?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/7623019602380830947/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=7623019602380830947&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/7623019602380830947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/7623019602380830947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2008/04/querias.html' title='Querias?'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R_pm-1KA3pI/AAAAAAAAAhA/bbiEjPEWNT8/s72-c/2004pic0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-4186364116807867520</id><published>2008-03-27T17:00:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-07-15T12:28:35.780+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fruo de tal sensibilidade'/><title type='text'>Fruo de tal sensibilidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R-vUUlKA3nI/AAAAAAAAAgw/3PwNGe9RXOs/s1600-h/PERFUM_SELENE.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182469246256471666" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R-vUUlKA3nI/AAAAAAAAAgw/3PwNGe9RXOs/s400/PERFUM_SELENE.gif" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fruo de tal sensibilidade &lt;br /&gt;Que é constante insinuar &lt;br /&gt;De que sou um sonhador&lt;br /&gt;Mas admito ao avaliar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que não passa da idade&lt;br /&gt;Ou da impressão desta dor&lt;br /&gt;Amarga de veleidade&lt;br /&gt;Que sinto por te amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;È dum tal aperto&lt;br /&gt;No peito e não apenas&lt;br /&gt;Que me mantém desperto&lt;br /&gt;A zelar por minhas penas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas na ânsia de te ter&lt;br /&gt;No meu colo escondida&lt;br /&gt;Vou continuar a ser&lt;br /&gt;Romântico por toda a vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ainda assim não conseguir&lt;br /&gt;Te manter apaixonada&lt;br /&gt;Então menina, é melhor ir&lt;br /&gt;Caminhar por outra estrada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem quero pensar assim&lt;br /&gt;Antes a morte desumana&lt;br /&gt;Porque isto que sinto em mim&lt;br /&gt;É amor que de mim emana &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A razão, és tu somente&lt;br /&gt;E deste fogo que parece casto &lt;br /&gt;Este sentimento premente&lt;br /&gt;Que me serve de pasto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João Morgado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35842812-4186364116807867520?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/4186364116807867520/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=4186364116807867520&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/4186364116807867520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/4186364116807867520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2008/03/fruo-de-tal-sensibilidade.html' title='Fruo de tal sensibilidade'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R-vUUlKA3nI/AAAAAAAAAgw/3PwNGe9RXOs/s72-c/PERFUM_SELENE.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-27449002575465601</id><published>2008-03-16T14:05:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-07-15T12:29:21.442+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ela envolveu-me'/><title type='text'>Ela envolveu-me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R90pkHSIxPI/AAAAAAAAAgY/f3zbPFguVug/s1600-h/!cid_132b01c87e57%24ad272f20%246600a8c0%40malu.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178340846953088242" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R90pkHSIxPI/AAAAAAAAAgY/f3zbPFguVug/s400/!cid_132b01c87e57%24ad272f20%246600a8c0%40malu.gif" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela revolveu a minha errante existência&lt;br /&gt;Com afecto abrasou o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Coloriu de flores com mestria a essência&lt;br /&gt;Inundando-me com pranto de emoção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devolve-me a paz&lt;br /&gt;Não a queiras só p`ra ti&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me acreditar que serei capaz &lt;br /&gt;Dum novo amor, noutro cariz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda no céu dos meus braços&lt;br /&gt;Esmorecer essa chama açucarada&lt;br /&gt;Caminhando sobre os meus passos&lt;br /&gt;Sem quereres saber de mais nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou tentando matar a mágoa&lt;br /&gt;Mas para tal preciso te encontrar &lt;br /&gt;Essa felicidade que me dá água&lt;br /&gt;E cála todo o meu louco penar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda, me devolve o sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Que alguém me consumiu&lt;br /&gt;Me faz acreditar por um momento&lt;br /&gt;Num novo amor, em que me alio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No céu das tuas fantasias&lt;br /&gt;Quero encontrar a beleza&lt;br /&gt;Que em felicidade me sorrias&lt;br /&gt;Que além de tudo tragas certezas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volta a me namorar!&lt;br /&gt;Vem me dar amor!&lt;br /&gt;Quero mil loucuras&lt;br /&gt;Seja aonde for!&lt;br /&gt;Voltar a acreditar&lt;br /&gt;A decompor os meus sonhos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João Morgado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35842812-27449002575465601?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/27449002575465601/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=27449002575465601&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/27449002575465601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/27449002575465601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2008/03/ela-envolveu-me.html' title='Ela envolveu-me'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R90pkHSIxPI/AAAAAAAAAgY/f3zbPFguVug/s72-c/!cid_132b01c87e57%24ad272f20%246600a8c0%40malu.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-8855648227263804518</id><published>2008-02-13T17:40:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-22T15:32:22.788Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='É ilusão'/><title type='text'>É ilusão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7MsCMtbvtI/AAAAAAAAAgM/4kWRf5mU69M/s1600-h/!cid_085901c86522%24823da2b0%24073f4ac9%40admin06f21bb48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7MsCMtbvtI/AAAAAAAAAgM/4kWRf5mU69M/s400/!cid_085901c86522%24823da2b0%24073f4ac9%40admin06f21bb48.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166521613807238866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É ilusão: amor, delírio de viver &lt;br /&gt;É desejo, ternura e poesia. &lt;br /&gt;Num lento e doce entorpecer &lt;br /&gt;É um sonhar-te até que surja o dia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;È por um mau fado que se revela&lt;br /&gt;Até que aquele momento venha&lt;br /&gt;Mas a noite deixou de ser bela&lt;br /&gt;È da tua ausência, esta dor tamanha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como esse teu olhar, me faz falta&lt;br /&gt;Esse brilho raro e quente que me atrai.&lt;br /&gt;Agora que não te vejo, tudo ressalta&lt;br /&gt;Até a tristeza se impõe e sobressai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite que devia ser suave e calma&lt;br /&gt;Em sonhos belos cheios de graça &lt;br /&gt;Invade de sombras a minha alma &lt;br /&gt;Porque esse corpo não me entrelaça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não tenho mais a tua boca&lt;br /&gt;Me mandando beijos e suspiros&lt;br /&gt;Perdes-te por outros sonhos feita louca&lt;br /&gt;Assim as minhas noites são retiros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem essa tua pele suave e fresca&lt;br /&gt;A me deslumbrar com seu cariz&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu que me perco na borrasca &lt;br /&gt;Desta vida, assim presa por um triz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este mar bravio que é o meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;É agora um ginete feito sultão&lt;br /&gt;São ondas revoltas, estas que sulco&lt;br /&gt;E espraiam em areias frias de mar chão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João Morgado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35842812-8855648227263804518?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/8855648227263804518/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=8855648227263804518&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/8855648227263804518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/8855648227263804518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2008/02/iluso.html' title='É ilusão'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7MsCMtbvtI/AAAAAAAAAgM/4kWRf5mU69M/s72-c/!cid_085901c86522%24823da2b0%24073f4ac9%40admin06f21bb48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-889701410797934892</id><published>2008-02-07T13:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-22T15:33:17.885Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quem de vós dirá'/><title type='text'>Quem de vós dirá</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R6sEF5CUGjI/AAAAAAAAAeE/-y4-fWE7UsA/s1600-h/P1020225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164225896966789682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R6sEF5CUGjI/AAAAAAAAAeE/-y4-fWE7UsA/s400/P1020225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se fujo quero voltar&lt;br /&gt;Fica longe o sol que sonho&lt;br /&gt;Se fico morro de amar&lt;br /&gt;São decisões que eu engonho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem com pós de perlimpimpim&lt;br /&gt;Posso encurtar esta hora&lt;br /&gt;Como é breve o sol em mim&lt;br /&gt;Nem me aquece o corpo agora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigos aqui são bastantes&lt;br /&gt;Mais além tenho outros tantos&lt;br /&gt;Mas já não é como era dantes&lt;br /&gt;Andam sonhos pelos cantos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daqui, vejo fugir com pressa&lt;br /&gt;Este sonho não é mais feliz&lt;br /&gt;Esta ideia de ir não cessa&lt;br /&gt;Quem dirá “fica” e mo diz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João Morgado&lt;/span&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/35842812-889701410797934892?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/889701410797934892/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=889701410797934892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/889701410797934892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/889701410797934892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2008/02/quem-de-vs-dir.html' title='Quem de vós dirá'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R6sEF5CUGjI/AAAAAAAAAeE/-y4-fWE7UsA/s72-c/P1020225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-9088977882204660591</id><published>2008-02-03T11:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-22T15:33:49.196Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quem és tu'/><title type='text'>Quem és tu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R6WhL5CUGfI/AAAAAAAAAdk/XMjiXUkO6NM/s1600-h/abrao3tomc8.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162709773511301618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R6WhL5CUGfI/AAAAAAAAAdk/XMjiXUkO6NM/s400/abrao3tomc8.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quem és tu, doce mulher?&lt;br /&gt;Chegas num sonho qualquer&lt;br /&gt;Nem marcas deixas nas horas&lt;br /&gt;E és sangue que em mim afloras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És da vida o mais fruto&lt;br /&gt;Gritando a dor em bruto&lt;br /&gt;Que, tão bem falas ciúme&lt;br /&gt;E desse amor que é lume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que arde sem se ver&lt;br /&gt;Como li Camões escrever&lt;br /&gt;És um caso de mistério&lt;br /&gt;Que a sorrir falas a sério&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos que jogas no peito&lt;br /&gt;Com o qual eu me deleito&lt;br /&gt;Num gritar a peito feito&lt;br /&gt;Clamando razões de respeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em veemente exclamação&lt;br /&gt;Matança de uma flor que é pão&lt;br /&gt;Não queres calar a desgraça&lt;br /&gt;Clamando à vida que passa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste mundo tão imperfeito&lt;br /&gt;Nem calas o preconceito&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem és tu, afinal?&lt;br /&gt;Que mordes feito animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És gente?&lt;br /&gt;E sendo pessoa, que sente&lt;br /&gt;És normal?&lt;br /&gt;Ou algum ser irreal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não preciso explicação!&lt;br /&gt;Só reclamo magia.&lt;br /&gt;Que enquanto houver coração&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem explicação&lt;br /&gt;Vai existir poesia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não fora eu, um romântico&lt;br /&gt;Que segundo reza o tântrico&lt;br /&gt;Vou continuar escrevendo&lt;br /&gt;E, tu amor, me vais lendo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João Morgado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35842812-9088977882204660591?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/9088977882204660591/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=9088977882204660591&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/9088977882204660591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/9088977882204660591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2008/02/quem-s-tu.html' title='Quem és tu?'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R6WhL5CUGfI/AAAAAAAAAdk/XMjiXUkO6NM/s72-c/abrao3tomc8.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-984597832908145245</id><published>2008-02-02T17:46:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-22T15:34:18.797Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quero o beijo'/><title type='text'>Quero o beijo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R6StnpCUGdI/AAAAAAAAAdU/9zShF9iPGfo/s1600-h/NOS%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162441969415494098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="304" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R6StnpCUGdI/AAAAAAAAAdU/9zShF9iPGfo/s400/NOS%5B1%5D.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quero o beijo&lt;br /&gt;Sentir os teus, em meus lábios&lt;br /&gt;Sem urgência&lt;br /&gt;As horas que esperem&lt;br /&gt;Em complacência&lt;br /&gt;Quero tudo&lt;br /&gt;Quero o amor cantando o prazer&lt;br /&gt;Mostra esse fogo mudo&lt;br /&gt;Apressa-te a despir essa carência&lt;br /&gt;Que te arruína o coração&lt;br /&gt;Num novo céu&lt;br /&gt;Que quero meu&lt;br /&gt;Ou quem sabe o abismo&lt;br /&gt;Em que sismo&lt;br /&gt;Quero o serpentear desse corpo&lt;br /&gt;Nesta sede&lt;br /&gt;Que o corpo pede&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos gritam na ânsia de te ter&lt;br /&gt;È pólvora húmida a aquecer&lt;br /&gt;Almas ligadas no desejo de amar&lt;br /&gt;Cantam em gemidos&lt;br /&gt;Num quase gritar&lt;br /&gt;Faltam noites&lt;br /&gt;Faltam dias&lt;br /&gt;Em que afoites&lt;br /&gt;Sem estrelas guias&lt;br /&gt;Este sol que busca o luar&lt;br /&gt;São pontos que se revelam&lt;br /&gt;Nas bocas em que se alimentam&lt;br /&gt;Do gozo que pede por mais&lt;br /&gt;Destas ânsias transcendentais&lt;br /&gt;Vem sem pressa&lt;br /&gt;As hora que entendam&lt;br /&gt;Quero mais da mulher que sonhei&lt;br /&gt;Tornando real o amor&lt;br /&gt;Que por tanto tempo esperei&lt;br /&gt;Vem vestida de labareda&lt;br /&gt;Quem na alma se hospeda&lt;br /&gt;Dança comigo esta canção&lt;br /&gt;Corpos colados&lt;br /&gt;Ritmos acelerados&lt;br /&gt;Dando impulso à paixão&lt;br /&gt;Em eufórica combustão,&lt;br /&gt;Num novo espaço&lt;br /&gt;Augúrio de nova razão&lt;br /&gt;Mata esta espera&lt;br /&gt;Que fere como aço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João Morgado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35842812-984597832908145245?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/984597832908145245/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=984597832908145245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/984597832908145245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/984597832908145245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2008/02/quero-o-beijo.html' title='Quero o beijo'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R6StnpCUGdI/AAAAAAAAAdU/9zShF9iPGfo/s72-c/NOS%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-6272856019823664319</id><published>2008-01-23T23:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-22T15:34:46.870Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acaricia-me'/><title type='text'>Acaricia-me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R5fP1pCUGaI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Gi9dnNaRFWc/s1600-h/x1pAdjo0uCo2H1-ZMbml9Cb_1QgRaFskl_f6Qg_fBF8PtuXAK5cbn3bQsLqZstSTvtWAFLMZrzUeVqZy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158820418631768482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R5fP1pCUGaI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Gi9dnNaRFWc/s400/x1pAdjo0uCo2H1-ZMbml9Cb_1QgRaFskl_f6Qg_fBF8PtuXAK5cbn3bQsLqZstSTvtWAFLMZrzUeVqZy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acaricia-me&lt;br /&gt;Como a borboleta que beija a flor&lt;br /&gt;Ou a lua que enfeitiça as noites&lt;br /&gt;Remexe neste modo de sentir a dor,&lt;br /&gt;Se um beijo não chegar, dá-me uns açoites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acaricia-me,&lt;br /&gt;Com gestos audazes desses dedos&lt;br /&gt;E na plenitude dos meus segredos&lt;br /&gt;Rouba das noites os meus medos&lt;br /&gt;Que concebem cerrados arvoredos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acaricia-me&lt;br /&gt;Minha amiga, meu guru protector.&lt;br /&gt;Compreende os meus tormentos,&lt;br /&gt;Perdoando meus erros de amor&lt;br /&gt;Crendo nos meus sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acaricia-me&lt;br /&gt;Com se foras uma brisa solta&lt;br /&gt;Arrancando-me deste casulo&lt;br /&gt;Sana esta minha revolta&lt;br /&gt;Estes temores, em que me emulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acaricia-me&lt;br /&gt;Faz com que me sinta protegido&lt;br /&gt;Nas madrugadas solitárias&lt;br /&gt;Em que sinto o teu carpido.&lt;br /&gt;Que tal como o meu, nos gera párias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acaricia-me&lt;br /&gt;Esta alma sofredora e inquieta&lt;br /&gt;Em sublimação dos momentos&lt;br /&gt;Quando a revolta retorna secreta&lt;br /&gt;Assediando-me os pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João Morgado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35842812-6272856019823664319?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/6272856019823664319/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=6272856019823664319&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/6272856019823664319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/6272856019823664319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2008/01/acaricia-me-como-borboleta-que-beija.html' title='Acaricia-me'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R5fP1pCUGaI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Gi9dnNaRFWc/s72-c/x1pAdjo0uCo2H1-ZMbml9Cb_1QgRaFskl_f6Qg_fBF8PtuXAK5cbn3bQsLqZstSTvtWAFLMZrzUeVqZy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-5522369733499009579</id><published>2007-11-30T00:13:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-11T18:28:07.571Z</updated><title type='text'>Ainda que o Natal seja depois</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R1wwKZ1JLeI/AAAAAAAAAa0/TAr7167wPEM/s1600-h/gato_c10%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="293" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142037829840874978" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R1wwKZ1JLeI/AAAAAAAAAa0/TAr7167wPEM/s400/gato_c10%5B1%5D.gif" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que o Natal seja depois&lt;br /&gt;E não haja mais “Nós os dois&lt;br /&gt;Quero desejar-vos paz&lt;br /&gt;Amor, felicidade e o mais que me apraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos felizes por lembrar&lt;br /&gt;Por sermos lembrados&lt;br /&gt;Por rir e por chorar&lt;br /&gt;Somos felizes por ser amados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seremos felizes por ser prezados&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que de pés e mãos atados&lt;br /&gt;Ofendidos ou maltratados&lt;br /&gt;Somos felizes se respeitados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto uma estrela brilhar no céu&lt;br /&gt;E existirmos tu e eu&lt;br /&gt;Carecemos guardar&lt;br /&gt;Cada gesto, cada lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se á noite dormirmos em sossego.&lt;br /&gt;Tivermos um verso na memória&lt;br /&gt;Talvez de amor, ou achego&lt;br /&gt;Faremos nossa a nossa história&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se fizermos a alguém uma prece&lt;br /&gt;Se essa hora não esquece&lt;br /&gt;Será com simplicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Que nos agradamos da idade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que haja esperança no divino&lt;br /&gt;Inundada ou não de poesia&lt;br /&gt;Seja jovem a melancolia&lt;br /&gt;Volte de novo o Jesus Menino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João Morgado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35842812-5522369733499009579?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/5522369733499009579/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=5522369733499009579&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/5522369733499009579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/5522369733499009579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2007/11/ainda-que-o-natal-seja-depois-e-no-haja.html' title='Ainda que o Natal seja depois'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R1wwKZ1JLeI/AAAAAAAAAa0/TAr7167wPEM/s72-c/gato_c10%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-2902562744306959842</id><published>2007-11-26T19:25:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-11T18:31:55.016Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque me sinto morrer assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R0sm94h8hqI/AAAAAAAAAZs/kKtOE01SWMs/s1600-h/ESCREVE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="291" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137242644534822562" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R0sm94h8hqI/AAAAAAAAAZs/kKtOE01SWMs/s400/ESCREVE.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 291px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 376px;" width="362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;marquee direction="up" height="280" onmouseout="this.start()" onmouseover="this.stop()" scrollamount="1" width="480"&gt;Por que me sinto morrer assim?&lt;br /&gt;Quando escrevo versos de amor&lt;br /&gt;E esvai-se-me a Alma de mim&lt;br /&gt;Como que num oco de dor?&lt;br /&gt;Fico vazio e a flutuar no ar&lt;br /&gt;De que fica feita a minha mente&lt;br /&gt;Pois esvazio-me por tanto amar&lt;br /&gt;E amar assim não é prudente&lt;br /&gt;Espuma de onda que veio à praia&lt;br /&gt;Que se desfaz assim cintilando&lt;br /&gt;Entre o mar e a ilha, ali na raia&lt;br /&gt;E desaparece como que sangrando&lt;br /&gt;À espera que toda a vida dela saia&lt;br /&gt;Assim estirada ao Sol espumando.&lt;br /&gt;Morre a onde na praia vazia,&lt;br /&gt;Morro eu, meu amor e culpa tua&lt;br /&gt;Recuperará a onda algum dia?&lt;br /&gt;Algum dia recuperando continua?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João Morgado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35842812-2902562744306959842?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/2902562744306959842/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=2902562744306959842&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/2902562744306959842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/2902562744306959842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2007/11/porra.html' title='Porque me sinto morrer assim'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R0sm94h8hqI/AAAAAAAAAZs/kKtOE01SWMs/s72-c/ESCREVE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-1628390027259805959</id><published>2007-09-10T22:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T15:37:23.368Z</updated><title type='text'>O calor desta “amizade”</title><content type='html'>&lt;A href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RuW0nONLvfI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/npZyn5GixHA/s1600-h/fotos-romanticas.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108687938242985458 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RuW0nONLvfI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/npZyn5GixHA/s400/fotos-romanticas.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procurei sobre esta tela adormecida &lt;br /&gt;Amizades que a meia-luz em mim aposta &lt;br /&gt;E vejo horas em que a vida é mais vida &lt;br /&gt;Vivendo de alguma fantasia aqui reposta &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há uma que na minha alma faz refúgio &lt;br /&gt;Esta amizade... que de carinhos se comporta... &lt;br /&gt;Sinto que ela me mostra por um bugio &lt;br /&gt;A parte que nos meus sonhos estava morta &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim eu preencho de mais valor &lt;br /&gt;Suas palavras que me dão algum calor &lt;br /&gt;Vestindo assim de luz a minh’alma nua &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero então ficar um pouco mais, ausente &lt;br /&gt;Pensando nela e em tudo o que tem diferente &lt;br /&gt;E perder-me nesta razão que é minha e sua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt; João Morgado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35842812-1628390027259805959?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/1628390027259805959/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=1628390027259805959&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/1628390027259805959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/1628390027259805959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-calor-desta-amizade.html' title='O calor desta “amizade”'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RuW0nONLvfI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/npZyn5GixHA/s72-c/fotos-romanticas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-7366630696805512852</id><published>2007-08-08T19:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T15:37:55.395Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prometo meu amor'/><title type='text'>Prometo meu amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R6wa-ZCUGlI/AAAAAAAAAeU/f763MpgKbwk/s1600-h/10842my2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R6wa-ZCUGlI/AAAAAAAAAeU/f763MpgKbwk/s400/10842my2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164532531861920338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um dia quero acordar numa cama nova&lt;br /&gt;Mas sabendo como fui lá parar&lt;br /&gt;Quero vestir o teu pijama cor-de-rosa&lt;br /&gt;E saber que nem assim vais estranhar,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Vou abrir a janela, sem ruído:&lt;br /&gt;Para nem te acordar com o som da rua...&lt;br /&gt;Quero que durmas, a bem dizer a lua&lt;br /&gt;Sonhando os meus beijos no teu ouvido.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;O pequeno-almoço, lá para o meio-dia&lt;br /&gt;Sumo, pão, doce e o meu maior carinho&lt;br /&gt;Servido na cama com a habitual alegria:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dum amante que quer arrepiar caminho&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer o que não pude fazer um dia&lt;br /&gt;Prometo, meu amor... O meu carinho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João morgado&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/35842812-7366630696805512852?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/7366630696805512852/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=7366630696805512852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/7366630696805512852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/7366630696805512852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2007/08/prometo-meu-amor_08.html' title='Prometo meu amor...'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R6wa-ZCUGlI/AAAAAAAAAeU/f763MpgKbwk/s72-c/10842my2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-5917267675205934294</id><published>2007-08-08T18:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T15:38:46.537Z</updated><title type='text'>A morte deve ser assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/Rrn873jMoSI/AAAAAAAAATI/c3mcwUQO3-A/s1600-h/42_12_sb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/Rrn873jMoSI/AAAAAAAAATI/c3mcwUQO3-A/s400/42_12_sb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096382558800486690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este quarto tão mesquinho, tão vazio&lt;br /&gt;De tudo, pois nem meus poemas eu já leio&lt;br /&gt;Até a própria vida eu não encontro no meio&lt;br /&gt;Qual romantismo que eu perco, sem brio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não importa esta alcova, em que acordo&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me despertar em quarto distante?&lt;br /&gt;Eu olho estas paredes! Então recordo,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que aqui perco, a cada instante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste espaço, o que está perto de mim,&lt;br /&gt;É tão-somente a solidão e o meu castigo&lt;br /&gt;Num enorme breu. A morte deve ser assim…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os anjos que me guardavam adormeceram enfim&lt;br /&gt;E eu deixei-os dormir como um amigo&lt;br /&gt;Esquecendo de os acordar antes do fim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João morgado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35842812-5917267675205934294?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/5917267675205934294/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=5917267675205934294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/5917267675205934294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/5917267675205934294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2007/08/morte-deve-ser-assim.html' title='A morte deve ser assim'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/Rrn873jMoSI/AAAAAAAAATI/c3mcwUQO3-A/s72-c/42_12_sb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-8263567489836538068</id><published>2007-08-02T13:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T16:03:31.167+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou livro aberto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RrHyNHjMoDI/AAAAAAAAARQ/-zg9pYvRneY/s1600-h/livro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RrHyNHjMoDI/AAAAAAAAARQ/-zg9pYvRneY/s400/livro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094118960711639090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou livro aberto no folhear da vida,&lt;br /&gt;Sou alma disperta, sorrindo perdida &lt;br /&gt;Cheio de sonhos que oferto em luz &lt;br /&gt;Sou pássaro livre de toga e capuz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos meus sonhos feitos em letras...&lt;br /&gt;Sorrindo aos versos de alguns poetas &lt;br /&gt;Quero ser mensagem em símbolo de alma&lt;br /&gt;Que lida ao de leve perfura e acalma&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Como horas alegres feitas de esperança&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser eu mesmo mas numa outra dança &lt;br /&gt;Sou paisagem colorida, criada em espera&lt;br /&gt;Sou bailado, sou esperança duma nova era&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Fazendo desabrochar assim cada flor.&lt;br /&gt;Nuns gestos de brilho feitos de amor &lt;br /&gt;Quero ser o sorriso nos tristes dias&lt;br /&gt;Tão tristes como os que não querias&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;O ânimo para os que choram sem voz&lt;br /&gt;A esperança para todos e nós &lt;br /&gt;No horizonte amarelecido da vida, &lt;br /&gt;Que seja um sorriso, que seja guarida&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Quero ser a pureza das palavras&lt;br /&gt;Ditas ao serão de noites cansadas &lt;br /&gt;Levar-te comigo nas asas da Saudade, &lt;br /&gt;E fazer-me companheiro da tua realidade &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser tudo isso dentro duma poesia&lt;br /&gt;Meta audás que tanto eu queria&lt;br /&gt;Mas fico na rama daquilo que escrevo&lt;br /&gt;Ditando p’ra Vós o sonho que quero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jót@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35842812-8263567489836538068?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/8263567489836538068/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=8263567489836538068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/8263567489836538068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/8263567489836538068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2007/08/sou-livro-aberto.html' title='Sou livro aberto'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RrHyNHjMoDI/AAAAAAAAARQ/-zg9pYvRneY/s72-c/livro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-8974639775712409874</id><published>2007-08-01T19:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T10:41:56.219Z</updated><title type='text'>Disse a uma papoila</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RrDRxnjMn_I/AAAAAAAAAQw/hItp-qfD6ow/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093801828916436978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="318" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RrDRxnjMn_I/AAAAAAAAAQw/hItp-qfD6ow/s400/untitled.bmp" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minhas mãos escrevem o que a alma acena&lt;br /&gt;E eu pedi p’ra elas escreverem de ti&lt;br /&gt;Mas não disse á alma qual era o meu lema&lt;br /&gt;E não foi preciso, olha o que escrevi…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disse a uma papoila, disse&lt;br /&gt;Que queria que ela visse&lt;br /&gt;O que o meu amor fazia&lt;br /&gt;Ela foi pairando e um dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correu, saltou, ficou parada!..&lt;br /&gt;Foi atrás da minha amada,&lt;br /&gt;Que correndo passou por aqui!..&lt;br /&gt;Foi tão breve que quase não a vi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era tamanha a pressa dela!&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho tempo, disse ela .&lt;br /&gt;E qual raio partiu.&lt;br /&gt;Deixando um beijo fujiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamanha dor causa ela&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo da sua janela&lt;br /&gt;Espreita a fuga e vai&lt;br /&gt;Correndo sem ver que cai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas garras do seu amado&lt;br /&gt;Qual papoila encarnada&lt;br /&gt;Que brilha ao ser refletida&lt;br /&gt;Nos abanões da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jót@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35842812-8974639775712409874?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/8974639775712409874/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=8974639775712409874&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/8974639775712409874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/8974639775712409874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2007/08/disse-uma-papoila.html' title='Disse a uma papoila'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RrDRxnjMn_I/AAAAAAAAAQw/hItp-qfD6ow/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-856844555099676440</id><published>2007-07-24T21:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T21:38:51.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu grito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RqZm5XjMn0I/AAAAAAAAAPc/e23YVb9PPhA/s1600-h/grito2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090869564549144386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RqZm5XjMn0I/AAAAAAAAAPc/e23YVb9PPhA/s400/grito2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Tento derramar um grito&lt;br /&gt;Nesta tela peçonhenta, e teimar&lt;br /&gt;Mas apenas sujo de gotas o infinito,&lt;br /&gt;Feitas duma côr, viscosa a gotejar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deste meu pensamento que se esvai,&lt;br /&gt;Numa brutal hemorragia, que bonito&lt;br /&gt;Este pássaro que voando cai&lt;br /&gt;Tenho o corpo mordido por este grito..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma estraçalhada de agonias...&lt;br /&gt;E estafada de me dissecar à busca de ar&lt;br /&gt;Mais puro para respirar.&lt;br /&gt;È este o ar que tu querias?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além de mim, quem me medita,&lt;br /&gt;Nada disto vê...Mas, a vida escorre&lt;br /&gt;Nesta calma de quem vive ou morre&lt;br /&gt;Seguro pelos cordeis desta marioneta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vagamente me perguntas se sou eu&lt;br /&gt;Nem poderia ser doutro jeito…&lt;br /&gt;É por isto que me afogo, cansado ao léu...&lt;br /&gt;Teimando em libertar deste meu peito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta voz vagamente sofocada...&lt;br /&gt;Como um grito saido do nada...&lt;br /&gt;Numa sofreguidão... Cansada.&lt;br /&gt;Que teima em não ser notada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jót@&lt;/span&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/35842812-856844555099676440?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/856844555099676440/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=856844555099676440&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/856844555099676440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/856844555099676440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2007/07/meu-grito.html' title='Meu grito'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RqZm5XjMn0I/AAAAAAAAAPc/e23YVb9PPhA/s72-c/grito2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-5384367857311241412</id><published>2007-07-16T10:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T21:39:20.427+01:00</updated><title type='text'>De tão triste, adormeceu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RptA-LbllhI/AAAAAAAAAPM/mu8manoqp-U/s1600-h/Clipboard02CASALPRAIACREPUSCULOMARAVILHOSA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087731641009673746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RptA-LbllhI/AAAAAAAAAPM/mu8manoqp-U/s400/Clipboard02CASALPRAIACREPUSCULOMARAVILHOSA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Segura nesta minha mão tremente&lt;br /&gt;Das tozas, dos feitios, das opiniões &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na vaga deste murmurio plangente &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Qual pássaro que sobrevoa multidões,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pedaços do tempo de vida morna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vazios de existência de alguém querido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que dissipa o suplício, mas retorna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A cada tentativa de coração mais sofrido.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Este grito de alma é uma prece&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que me verga numa lágrima de amor. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com a minha vontade que não esquece&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bebe comigo, deste cálice de dor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fantasia comigo no palco da ternura , &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bailando dos silêncios, a verdade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nessa tua aura de menina mostra a figura&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dessa estrela branca, coberta de vaidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A verdade e o desejo andam juntos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como uma sena de Julieta e Romeu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde ao contrário ninguém fica defunto &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o contra-regra de tão triste adormeceu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jót@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/35842812-5384367857311241412?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/5384367857311241412/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-2423875293512720933</id><published>2007-07-16T10:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T08:40:56.627Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De tão triste adormeceu'/><title type='text'>De tão triste, adormeceu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R6wVhJCUGkI/AAAAAAAAAeM/EscjBZQcSb4/s1600-h/222108035_img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R6wVhJCUGkI/AAAAAAAAAeM/EscjBZQcSb4/s400/222108035_img.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164526531792607810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Segura nesta minha mão tremente &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Das tozas, dos feitios, das opiniões &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Na vaga deste murmurio plangente &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Qual pássaro que sobrevoa multidões,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pedaços do tempo de vida morna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vazios de existência de alguém querido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que dissipa o suplício, mas retorna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A cada tentativa de coração mais sofrido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Este grito de alma é uma prece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que me verga numa lágrima de amor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Com a minha vontade que não esquece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bebe comigo, deste cálice de dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fantasia comigo no palco da ternura , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bailando dos silêncios, a verdade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nessa tua aura de menina mostra a figura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dessa estrela branca, coberta de vaidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A verdade e o desejo andam juntos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como uma sena de Julieta e Romeu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Onde ao contrário ninguém fica defunto &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E o contra-regra de tão triste adormeceu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jót@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35842812-2423875293512720933?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/2423875293512720933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=2423875293512720933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/2423875293512720933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/2423875293512720933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2007/07/de-to-triste-adormeceu_16.html' title='De tão triste, adormeceu'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R6wVhJCUGkI/AAAAAAAAAeM/EscjBZQcSb4/s72-c/222108035_img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-7830836570084206621</id><published>2007-07-15T11:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T12:16:53.887+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Morrer sonhador, ou livre num grito?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RpoAwrbllcI/AAAAAAAAAOg/OaOf504drh0/s1600-h/3379976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087379565360551362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RpoAwrbllcI/AAAAAAAAAOg/OaOf504drh0/s400/3379976.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; Dor severa e atroz a da saudade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;E com ela escondo a realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Suspiros duma mente que se alivia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Só quando nasce alguma fantasia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Este meu caminhar á descoberta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;De sonhos reais e felicidade incerta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Dos meus tempos fica a nostalgia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Em que não tinha esta alforria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Qual esfarrapar desta giesta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Do ser de outrora já pouco resta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Caindo em lágrimas de pouca agua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Eu esvazio-me a cada nova mágoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Na solidariedade de alguns iguais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;São lamentos, são gritos, são ais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;A alma sente que apressados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Sairemos sempre amargurados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Almas de poetas em fados cantados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Buscam por sina, seres amargurados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Fujindo á tristeza surge o conflito, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Morrer sonhador, ou livre num grito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Mas fica na alma deste imaginado triste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;A alegria dum ser sensível que existe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Tudo na vida passa! Se até a uva passa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Alivia a tristeza sonhar acordado, e é de graça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/35842812-7830836570084206621?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/7830836570084206621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=7830836570084206621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/7830836570084206621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/7830836570084206621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2007/07/dor-severa-e-atroz-da-saudade-e-com-ela.html' title='Morrer sonhador, ou livre num grito?'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RpoAwrbllcI/AAAAAAAAAOg/OaOf504drh0/s72-c/3379976.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-2651707239800958547</id><published>2007-06-27T12:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T11:52:35.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenho um sonho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RoJIWH2NiHI/AAAAAAAAAMI/VlQ8HBfg3E4/s1600-h/0006ph26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080702874528090226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RoJIWH2NiHI/AAAAAAAAAMI/VlQ8HBfg3E4/s400/0006ph26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho um sonho, "vos amar"&lt;br /&gt;Aos amigos eu direi&lt;br /&gt;Ama-me e sonharei&lt;br /&gt;Que se um dia eu te sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Podes mesmo acreditar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sonho me move todo&lt;br /&gt;Que mesmo se de quebranto&lt;br /&gt;Possa sonhar doutro modo&lt;br /&gt;Eu serei eu mesmo, enquanto&lt;br /&gt;Sentir por vós encanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Critiquem, façam rasura&lt;br /&gt;Amigos me digam se não&lt;br /&gt;Gostam da minha afeição&lt;br /&gt;P'ra eu mudar a ternura&lt;br /&gt;E ai ser eu mesmo, com outra lisura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poder vos amar por inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Fazer sentir-me presente&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que esteja ausente&lt;br /&gt;Vejam o que eu tenho sineiro&lt;br /&gt;Sintam que o Jót@ é porreiro &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/35842812-2651707239800958547?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/2651707239800958547/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=2651707239800958547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/2651707239800958547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/2651707239800958547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2007/06/tenho-um-sonho.html' title='Tenho um sonho...'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RoJIWH2NiHI/AAAAAAAAAMI/VlQ8HBfg3E4/s72-c/0006ph26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-8023239924369206769</id><published>2007-06-06T14:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T11:52:56.341+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coloquem rumo sob o meu olhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RmaxpGR2HmI/AAAAAAAAAKI/1EP1TPkwg1w/s1600-h/olhar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072937349897657954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RmaxpGR2HmI/AAAAAAAAAKI/1EP1TPkwg1w/s400/olhar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coloquem rumo sob meu olhar,&lt;br /&gt;Promessas de perene fantasia&lt;br /&gt;Calor nas palavras que eu ditar&lt;br /&gt;Mas não me privem de companhia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixem que eu vá sempre sonhando&lt;br /&gt;Se a vida me der o que mereço&lt;br /&gt;E eu souber usufruir dela amando&lt;br /&gt;Serei feliz, creio e mais nada peço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Varram da luz dos olhos, um envolto&lt;br /&gt;Fechem algumas frestas, docemente&lt;br /&gt;Coloque os ânimos a dormir, eu volto,&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, um talvez, voltarei a ser gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recorrerei aos gomos de outrora,&lt;br /&gt;Um dia volver-me-ão a utopia,&lt;br /&gt;Então caminharei de pé, e sem demora&lt;br /&gt;Beijarei com minha boca, como algum dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruel esta amálgama de conclusões,&lt;br /&gt;Ouço uma cantiga sem consonâncias,&lt;br /&gt;Partituras esquecidas sobre ilusões,&lt;br /&gt;Se esquecido fui e em que circunstâncias…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por detrás de alguma fantasia&lt;br /&gt;Um rosto se esconde, e renascendo&lt;br /&gt;Cada noite me dá nova alegria&lt;br /&gt;Dum sonho de ontem. E até quando?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35842812-8023239924369206769?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/8023239924369206769/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=8023239924369206769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/8023239924369206769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/8023239924369206769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2007/06/coloquem-rumo-sob-o-meu-olhar.html' title='Coloquem rumo sob o meu olhar'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RmaxpGR2HmI/AAAAAAAAAKI/1EP1TPkwg1w/s72-c/olhar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-5618670658357571632</id><published>2007-06-04T16:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T15:30:07.191+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A ternura da tua voz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RpovWrbllgI/AAAAAAAAAPE/gztDWdlE0tE/s1600-h/!cid_007b01c7a5bb%2524ee0411e0%2524e92dfea9%2540microsof8a95fa.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087430795730458114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RpovWrbllgI/AAAAAAAAAPE/gztDWdlE0tE/s400/!cid_007b01c7a5bb%2524ee0411e0%2524e92dfea9%2540microsof8a95fa.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A ternura da tua voz mexe comigo&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me sentir cheiros e calores&lt;br /&gt;De beijos e sabores&lt;br /&gt;Prende-me nessa tua ternura!&lt;br /&gt;Levas-me contigo?&lt;br /&gt;E eu voo, p´ra ti, à tua procura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá onde o sol se esconde,&lt;br /&gt;Para lá de… Nem sei onde,&lt;br /&gt;Mora os meus sonhos?...&lt;br /&gt;Os segredos que trocámos&lt;br /&gt;Nos beijos que não demos,&lt;br /&gt;Mas sonhamos e sonhámos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá onde o sol faz sua morada,&lt;br /&gt;Ouvem-se as ondas cantar&lt;br /&gt;Ouvem-se na voz do vento&lt;br /&gt;Os murmúrios do mar.&lt;br /&gt;Ouço-te daqui num lamento&lt;br /&gt;Como que a me chamar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá onde o sonho tenazmente cai,&lt;br /&gt;Vão também as minhas preces&lt;br /&gt;Fica comigo a esperança que se vai…&lt;br /&gt;Lá, bem longe sinto que enterneces&lt;br /&gt;E numa aura que sendo tua&lt;br /&gt;Cai por terra te vendo nua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesta paixão que sendo minha e tua&lt;br /&gt;Abrigados ficam os sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;Onde o sol se esconde da lua,&lt;br /&gt;Todos os que ainda não foram sonhados,&lt;br /&gt;Sonhados, abandonados, de vida crua&lt;br /&gt;Hão-de renascer, por todos os lados&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/35842812-5618670658357571632?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/5618670658357571632/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=5618670658357571632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/5618670658357571632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/5618670658357571632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2007/06/ternura-da-tua-voz.html' title='A ternura da tua voz'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RpovWrbllgI/AAAAAAAAAPE/gztDWdlE0tE/s72-c/!cid_007b01c7a5bb%2524ee0411e0%2524e92dfea9%2540microsof8a95fa.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-8371524520633211955</id><published>2007-06-03T23:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T11:54:09.644+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vem e traz a alegria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RmM6_rBwo9I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/0gMv9x344dc/s1600-h/untnu2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071962470905586642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RmM6_rBwo9I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/0gMv9x344dc/s400/untnu2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero a noite e com ela o teu calor&lt;br /&gt;Anda e traz esse perfume de flor&lt;br /&gt;Vem na noite, empresta-me, a lua,&lt;br /&gt;Vem, mas chega nua,&lt;br /&gt;Traz a vida que é tua&lt;br /&gt;Com muita vontade de amar.&lt;br /&gt;Estou deserto para te ver chegar&lt;br /&gt;Se vieres, vem serena&lt;br /&gt;Com tua boca pequena,&lt;br /&gt;Vem e me seduz&lt;br /&gt;No toque e na luz,&lt;br /&gt;Faz do meu infinito,&lt;br /&gt;A noite do meu grito.&lt;br /&gt;Abraça-me, com tuas carícias,&lt;br /&gt;Faz de mim, um homem a delirar.&lt;br /&gt;Com tua assoladora paixão,&lt;br /&gt;Quero fazer-te, feliz,&lt;br /&gt;Anda sentir o calor do coração,&lt;br /&gt;Amar como se fosse aprendiz,&lt;br /&gt;Volta sentir a sensação&lt;br /&gt;E a energia do meu toque.&lt;br /&gt;Anda, amor deixa que te provoque&lt;br /&gt;Te contagie, e sedusa&lt;br /&gt;Neste sonhar de alma lusa&lt;br /&gt;Anda pra mim!...&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/35842812-8371524520633211955?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/8371524520633211955/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=8371524520633211955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/8371524520633211955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/8371524520633211955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2007/06/vem-e-traz-alegria.html' title='Vem e traz a alegria'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RmM6_rBwo9I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/0gMv9x344dc/s72-c/untnu2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-3413892650650080367</id><published>2007-06-01T23:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T11:54:51.018+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia mundial da criança</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RmCrB7Bwo7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/T1aZrF-xng0/s1600-h/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071241229932471218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RmCrB7Bwo7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/T1aZrF-xng0/s400/123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nete dia da criança quero lembrar&lt;br /&gt;A criança que fui e a criança que sou&lt;br /&gt;Aqui deixo o meu singélo contributo&lt;br /&gt;Porque nem todas alguma vez são crianças&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nestas tardes de traço largo há muito anil.&lt;br /&gt;Eu saio por vezes, sigo pelo manto raso,&lt;br /&gt;Mascando um feno, que tirei dum vaso&lt;br /&gt;Não largo este gesto que me traça o perfil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descendo o rio no vau das mansas águas&lt;br /&gt;Vou beber na fonte a água fria e sonora&lt;br /&gt;Não encontro no mato o rubro duma amora&lt;br /&gt;Vou salivando o sumo em torno das mágoas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fico ali respirando o cheiro bom das flores&lt;br /&gt;Num remanso cais que me traz amores&lt;br /&gt;E quando por acaso voa perto uma ave&lt;br /&gt;Sigo-a com o olhar antes que o voo acabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noto então que ela sem se importar que eu veja&lt;br /&gt;Beber junto a mim, como que me beija&lt;br /&gt;E lá mais ao longe uma cabra come&lt;br /&gt;Barrega a tudo, contando bem alto toda a sua fome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas do outro lado o pastor cantando&lt;br /&gt;Chamando por ela pra que vá andando&lt;br /&gt;Ao encontro das outras que com ciúmes dela&lt;br /&gt;Parecem chorando, de vê-la saltar muro e cancela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo então que quem guarda é uma criança,&lt;br /&gt;Leva jeito a miúda na guarda do gado&lt;br /&gt;Mas no dia d`hoje mais do que por herança&lt;br /&gt;Devia estudando, cantar outro fado.&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/35842812-3413892650650080367?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/3413892650650080367/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=3413892650650080367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/3413892650650080367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/3413892650650080367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2007/06/dia-mundial-da-criana.html' title='Dia mundial da criança'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RmCrB7Bwo7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/T1aZrF-xng0/s72-c/123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-2910163692610576112</id><published>2007-05-23T20:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T11:55:27.078+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Das noites que geram meus tormentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RlSYi7Bwo0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/_PWusi033RA/s1600-h/sozinho%2520copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067843206426698562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RlSYi7Bwo0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/_PWusi033RA/s400/sozinho%2520copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Das noites que geram meus tormentos&lt;br /&gt;Há um silêncio comum às poesias.&lt;br /&gt;Há sete luas que são sete momentos&lt;br /&gt;De outros amores que nunca viram dias.&lt;br /&gt;Não o sendo se perdem como tantos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há pedaços que não me deixam mais&lt;br /&gt;Enrolados em algum fiel desencanto&lt;br /&gt;Em pássaros de fogo que não são iguais&lt;br /&gt;À mais remota vaga deste meu canto.&lt;br /&gt;Que tanto me leva ao morno pranto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nestas noites que me levam para onde,&lt;br /&gt;O espectro de alguém fica mais perto;&lt;br /&gt;É sempre a minha voz que me responde&lt;br /&gt;Repetindo apenas um nome em concreto.&lt;br /&gt;Como que me percorrendo ainda sonde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das outras parangonas que tanto amargo&lt;br /&gt;Há uma mais melancólica que as demais&lt;br /&gt;Mora entre a saudade de algum afago&lt;br /&gt;E um sorriso de criança sorrindo aos pais&lt;br /&gt;Nesta solidão imensa em que me apago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das noites surdas que me invejam&lt;br /&gt;As mais lavadas são aquelas em sintonia&lt;br /&gt;Com uma alma gémea à minha flamejam&lt;br /&gt;Rajadas de palavras em forçada alegria&lt;br /&gt;Contando das vidas casos que sobejam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem sei que a vida é feita de perdões&lt;br /&gt;E a minha tem forçosamente de ter muitos&lt;br /&gt;Mas, de todos aqueles em que os vilões&lt;br /&gt;Perdoando voltem a ver-nos juntos&lt;br /&gt;Um eu sei, não volta aqui por muitas razões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem eu quero que volte nunca mais&lt;br /&gt;De amarguras já eu sei o que é bastante&lt;br /&gt;Se outras coisas eu tivesse sentindo iguais&lt;br /&gt;Em quantidade, não teria agora como amante&lt;br /&gt;Amarguras, vazios e outras tristezas que tais&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/35842812-2910163692610576112?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/2910163692610576112/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=2910163692610576112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/2910163692610576112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/2910163692610576112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2007/05/das-noites-que-geram-meus-tormentos.html' title='Das noites que geram meus tormentos'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RlSYi7Bwo0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/_PWusi033RA/s72-c/sozinho%2520copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-5475738108801339756</id><published>2007-05-20T15:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T15:18:54.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos repletos de ternura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RlBYsrBwovI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Se5khNrDhhU/s1600-h/Imagem5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RlBYsrBwovI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Se5khNrDhhU/s400/Imagem5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066647105279402738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonhos repletos de ternura, sinto&lt;br /&gt;Como um vulcão em chama viva&lt;br /&gt;E aqui prostrado neste labirinto&lt;br /&gt;Desejos inconfessos me dão guarida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu físico na cama se contrai &lt;br /&gt;Teus braços são garças no ar,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto um perfume que sobressai&lt;br /&gt;Vindo dum corpo feminino a relaxar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Náufrago olhando o mar do teu ventre&lt;br /&gt;Elevando parte da tua anatomia,&lt;br /&gt;Deslizando pelas coxas docemente&lt;br /&gt;Sinto os reflexos do teu corpo em euforia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No teu pescoço, arrepiado e quente,&lt;br /&gt;Sente a volúpia dum deslizar sensual&lt;br /&gt;Os meus lábios sorvendo-te livremente&lt;br /&gt;Como sondas cibernéticas sem igual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enviando recado de fora para dentro&lt;br /&gt;Em forma de energia que gera vida&lt;br /&gt;Que faz pulsar forte no meu alento&lt;br /&gt;Sensações desta ternura que é contida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com os finíssimos fios do prazer&lt;br /&gt;Ao ondulares as ancas e os seios&lt;br /&gt;Num êxtase que não acontece por acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Me fazes procurar-te por todos os meios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o morrer duma chama premente&lt;br /&gt;Em teus anseios de prazeres contidos&lt;br /&gt;Onde tu te entregas pura e livremente&lt;br /&gt;Aos meus reflexos de carinhos extrovertidos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35842812-5475738108801339756?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/5475738108801339756/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=5475738108801339756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/5475738108801339756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/5475738108801339756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2007/05/sonhos-repletos-de-ternura.html' title='Sonhos repletos de ternura'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RlBYsrBwovI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Se5khNrDhhU/s72-c/Imagem5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-4314963753157868172</id><published>2007-05-14T03:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T11:56:01.751+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhei que dormias a meu lado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RkfU84PNDOI/AAAAAAAAAHA/LRY8FNh9Qv4/s1600-h/HOJE%2BEU%2BKERO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064250448354807010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RkfU84PNDOI/AAAAAAAAAHA/LRY8FNh9Qv4/s400/HOJE%2BEU%2BKERO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonhei que dormias a meu lado,&lt;br /&gt;De rosto tranquilo de prazer&lt;br /&gt;Eu velava teu sono enamorado&lt;br /&gt;Extasiado na figura que estava a ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num impulso entre uns gemidos.&lt;br /&gt;Senti um perfume vindo dos céus&lt;br /&gt;E via no teu rosto embebidos&lt;br /&gt;Outros sonhos como os meus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava aprendendo a chorar&lt;br /&gt;Sarando a dor de não ter mais dor.&lt;br /&gt;Já, o descanso já pode começar&lt;br /&gt;Agora que até sonho o teu odor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achei em ti outra razão da minha idade.&lt;br /&gt;Trouxeste um dia que não queria vir&lt;br /&gt;E contigo entoaram os galos da felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;Destes à minha áurea a matéria de florir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegaste nua aos meus esteiros&lt;br /&gt;“Como os sonhos são, meu Deus”&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar assim sonhos brejeiros&lt;br /&gt;Nuns braços que não são os meus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonho selvagem em apogeu&lt;br /&gt;Requinte da alma perante a vida&lt;br /&gt;Envolvi com o meu corpo o teu&lt;br /&gt;Cavalgando a almofada sem brida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixas assim minha mente em frenesi&lt;br /&gt;Com a recordação de mais uma tortura&lt;br /&gt;E eis que sem querer sonhando eu vi&lt;br /&gt;Tu rogando que eu vá até ti numa outra altura&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/35842812-4314963753157868172?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/4314963753157868172/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=4314963753157868172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/4314963753157868172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/4314963753157868172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2007/05/sonhei-que-dormias-meu-lado.html' title='Sonhei que dormias a meu lado'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RkfU84PNDOI/AAAAAAAAAHA/LRY8FNh9Qv4/s72-c/HOJE%2BEU%2BKERO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-4770456822825981868</id><published>2007-05-11T11:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T11:34:43.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nem sei o teu nome, ainda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RkRJHYPNDMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/yT18w5xXd_0/s1600-h/r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063252272185412802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RkRJHYPNDMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/yT18w5xXd_0/s400/r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nem sei o teu nome ainda&lt;br /&gt;Nem quero saber, por enquanto&lt;br /&gt;Como me fascinaste, tão linda!&lt;br /&gt;Vindo a este meu recanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem mesmo sem dizer nada.&lt;br /&gt;Conta-me tudo em segredos.&lt;br /&gt;Fica comigo acordada!&lt;br /&gt;Vem sem importar medos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem, envolver o meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;Em mil sonhos de carinho!&lt;br /&gt;Mostra-me o que és lá no fundo&lt;br /&gt;Para eu alisar o teu caminho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem colorir os meus desejos.&lt;br /&gt;Em mil e um anseios de amor!&lt;br /&gt;Vem saciar-me de beijos,&lt;br /&gt;Traz para mim algum calor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traz o belo da poesia&lt;br /&gt;Nas tuas palavras sensuais&lt;br /&gt;Mostra-me que talvez um dia&lt;br /&gt;Possas p’ra mim ser algo mais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/35842812-4770456822825981868?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/4770456822825981868/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=4770456822825981868&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/4770456822825981868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/4770456822825981868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2007/05/nem-sei-o-teu-nome-ainda.html' title='Nem sei o teu nome, ainda'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RkRJHYPNDMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/yT18w5xXd_0/s72-c/r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-2578574822745653006</id><published>2007-05-10T14:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T11:56:38.006+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Neste meu canto mora um poema</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RkMjroPNDLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/eYKahK4z7a8/s1600-h/Paixao2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062929638537104562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RkMjroPNDLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/eYKahK4z7a8/s400/Paixao2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neste meu canto mora um poema&lt;br /&gt;Sem nome, sem rima e sem medida,&lt;br /&gt;Onde o meu corpo expira num dilema,&lt;br /&gt;Neste recanto vergado para a vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste meu canto existe a dor calada&lt;br /&gt;Num gesto da audácia em casa escura&lt;br /&gt;Donde assoma uma varanda para o nada.&lt;br /&gt;“O riso e a voz refeita que perdura,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sina de quem nasce fraco e sem sorte,&lt;br /&gt;Na raiva e no combate de quem cai&lt;br /&gt;Que vence ou adormece antes da morte.&lt;br /&gt;Subsiste o grito de quem perdendo sai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste meu canto existe a esperança d’hoje&lt;br /&gt;Brilhante atrás deste sombrio muro,&lt;br /&gt;Existe tudo o mais que ainda foge&lt;br /&gt;Dum verso em branco que aguarda o futuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe até a nostalgia dum passado mudo&lt;br /&gt;E ainda no presente, onde tudo é relativo&lt;br /&gt;Teimando em cada gesto feito, lembrar tudo&lt;br /&gt;Em que me sinto a cada dia mais cativo&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/35842812-2578574822745653006?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/2578574822745653006/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=2578574822745653006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/2578574822745653006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/2578574822745653006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2007/05/neste-meu-canto-mora-um-poema.html' title='Neste meu canto mora um poema'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RkMjroPNDLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/eYKahK4z7a8/s72-c/Paixao2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-1800237680453620811</id><published>2007-05-10T04:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T11:56:53.314+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Adormeço e fica um vazio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RkKXC4PNDKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/-3Zki0G-OZU/s1600-h/aus%25EAncia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062775006829546658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RkKXC4PNDKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/-3Zki0G-OZU/s400/aus%25EAncia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adormeço e fica um vazio&lt;br /&gt;Sem poder dizer mais nada&lt;br /&gt;Toco o corpo imóvel e frio&lt;br /&gt;Sinto até a alma parada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o sonho me estreita, estremeço&lt;br /&gt;Que te importa a quem me dou&lt;br /&gt;Se me beijas no escuro, enlouqueço&lt;br /&gt;Só eu luto por quem sou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu me perco nos teus passos&lt;br /&gt;Se não dizes nada não estou&lt;br /&gt;Adormeço e fico nos teus braços&lt;br /&gt;Se sinto medo nunca vou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu suspirar rompe os sossegos&lt;br /&gt;Quando te deixo por instantes&lt;br /&gt;Elevas na turba os meus medos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clamando aos astros mais errantes&lt;br /&gt;Contas p’ra eles o meus segredos&lt;br /&gt;E a cada sonho ficamos mais distantes&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/35842812-1800237680453620811?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/1800237680453620811/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=1800237680453620811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/1800237680453620811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/1800237680453620811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2007/05/adormeo-e-fica-um-vazio.html' title='Adormeço e fica um vazio'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RkKXC4PNDKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/-3Zki0G-OZU/s72-c/aus%25EAncia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-4206673751066193881</id><published>2007-05-06T04:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T11:57:10.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'>À minha Mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/Rj1OEYPNDJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/JYtQbGI7Yik/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061287393366969490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/Rj1OEYPNDJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/JYtQbGI7Yik/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste dia da Mãe&lt;br /&gt;quero lembrar todas e a minha&lt;br /&gt;que me deixou tinha eu 11 anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O mais belo de ti,&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que eu perdi?&lt;br /&gt;Tudo porque me deixaste&lt;br /&gt;Era garoto quando abalaste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde estás agora?&lt;br /&gt;Onde o frio não se demora!&lt;br /&gt;Estás numa noite que me espera,&lt;br /&gt;Lá longe, tão perto, noutra era!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esqueceste quanto cresci, eu&lt;br /&gt;Que todo o meu sentir cresceu,&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração também&lt;br /&gt;Ficou enorme, mãe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu sabes como ainda te quero&lt;br /&gt;Quero tanto, tanto que desespero&lt;br /&gt;Esqueci a cor dos teus cabelos&lt;br /&gt;Perdi-me em sonhos por não vê-los&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha!... Quero ouvir o tal hino...&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes ainda sou aquele menino.&lt;br /&gt;Que adormeceu nos teus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Contra o coração e os folhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda oiço a tua voz: que melodia&lt;br /&gt;Contando histórias de sonho num dia&lt;br /&gt;No meio duma floresta hoje vazia&lt;br /&gt;Mas, tu sabes, a vida sem ti esvazia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração cresceu em ternura&lt;br /&gt;Tu saiste daquela moldura,&lt;br /&gt;Não me esqueci de nada, mãe.&lt;br /&gt;Guardo a tua voz cá dentro também&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/35842812-4206673751066193881?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/4206673751066193881/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=4206673751066193881&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/4206673751066193881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/4206673751066193881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2007/05/minha-me.html' title='À minha Mãe'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/Rj1OEYPNDJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/JYtQbGI7Yik/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-5685666274355882623</id><published>2007-04-30T15:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T11:57:27.938+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia anularei todas as pontes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RjYCeIPNDHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qnbLbkr1rLE/s1600-h/!cid_0a5b01c78a7d%24853c38d0%24120a0aac%40microsof992924.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059233948027915378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RjYCeIPNDHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qnbLbkr1rLE/s400/!cid_0a5b01c78a7d%24853c38d0%24120a0aac%40microsof992924.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um dia anularei todas as pontes&lt;br /&gt;Que atam o meu ser vivo e integral,&lt;br /&gt;À efervescência do mundo irreal,&lt;br /&gt;E calmo escalarei até às nascentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irei até às causas onde amora&lt;br /&gt;A plenitude, o cristalino fulgor&lt;br /&gt;Que me foi jurado em cada hora,&lt;br /&gt;Como figura inacabada do amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irei tragar a chama e o alvorecer&lt;br /&gt;Irei beber a súplica dessa promessa&lt;br /&gt;Que em opção num voo me atravessa,&lt;br /&gt;E nela consumarei todo o meu ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farei da razão o avesso dum clamor&lt;br /&gt;E num grito atroz direi somente&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida em mim sinta e atente&lt;br /&gt;Dos meus motivos, o aquém amor&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/35842812-5685666274355882623?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/5685666274355882623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=5685666274355882623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/5685666274355882623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/5685666274355882623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2007/04/um-dia-anularei-todas-as-pontes_30.html' title='Um dia anularei todas as pontes'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RjYCeIPNDHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qnbLbkr1rLE/s72-c/!cid_0a5b01c78a7d%24853c38d0%24120a0aac%40microsof992924.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-7034962474868839649</id><published>2007-04-29T18:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T11:57:55.553+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Raiar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RjTXWYPNDAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Rf8MviTc9Nw/s1600-h/untiraiar.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058905060907224066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RjTXWYPNDAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Rf8MviTc9Nw/s400/untiraiar.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Tal com a noite, aquela amiga se enegrece&lt;br /&gt;Fica longe, quase morta, como que distante&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter certeza de ninguém, ou de alguma prece&lt;br /&gt;Resta-me a sensação de me sentir bem doente,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De um mal sem dor, que se fendesse&lt;br /&gt;Um sentimento ímpio, pungente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E os raios do sol cantam, no raiar suavemente&lt;br /&gt;Um grito aqui, ali um pranto&lt;br /&gt;Gilda no ar uma andorinha dormente&lt;br /&gt;Como que acordada, suave e secretamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A solicitude nublada e autêntico do ambiente.&lt;br /&gt;A mover-se sobre penumbras, mansamente,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais para lá! No fim da aurora, além da bruma.&lt;br /&gt;Meus sonhos rompem, frágeis, leves como espuma.&lt;br /&gt;Pondo-me a tecer frases de amor, uma por uma&lt;br /&gt;Silenciosos, como alguém que se acostuma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poemizar de dia, se a noite é calma&lt;br /&gt;Induz á poesia mais versos d’alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35842812-7034962474868839649?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/7034962474868839649/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=7034962474868839649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/7034962474868839649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/7034962474868839649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2007/04/raiar.html' title='Raiar'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RjTXWYPNDAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Rf8MviTc9Nw/s72-c/untiraiar.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-8913597988818296576</id><published>2007-04-28T21:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T11:58:13.916+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vai embora minha "amiga"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RjO71YPNC_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/czn8P5nDyhs/s1600-h/untitled++soli.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058593332180880370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RjO71YPNC_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/czn8P5nDyhs/s400/untitled++soli.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Descobri que parte da minha inspiração&lt;br /&gt;Emana de ti e isso deixou-me uma fobia.&lt;br /&gt;Há excessivo tempo que não comia&lt;br /&gt;As letras dos teus sonhos negros e sem razão,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso igualmente me deixa infecto, de amargura.&lt;br /&gt;Entreguei-me ao mutismo duma vida nas obscuridades,&lt;br /&gt;Nas silhuetas da tua casca e dos grumos da tua figura.&lt;br /&gt;Isso deixa-me afinal mais apinhado de leviandades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora retorno. Será?... Ou é só necessidade…&lt;br /&gt;Arrebito dos vales toldados em que encapotei a poesia&lt;br /&gt;E clamo bem fundo, golpeio-te as dissimulações da idade&lt;br /&gt;Num murmúrio, grito "voltei". Até que não haja dia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, tu tens que fazer a mala, está bom de ver&lt;br /&gt;É inaceitável que permaneças por maior prazo&lt;br /&gt;Eu compreendo que persistas em permanecer&lt;br /&gt;Vai minha amiga, já motivaste demasiado atraso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai… que análogo te agasalhe agora&lt;br /&gt;Para mim basta, “cara amiga” teimosinha!!!&lt;br /&gt;Olha lá longe outro errante…Vai embora&lt;br /&gt;Esquece-me, deixa esta vida que é minha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me aqui, que o mundo me espera&lt;br /&gt;Ontem na minha sala choravas, hoje, não…&lt;br /&gt;Não, não, não voltes ao mesmo, já era!&lt;br /&gt;Suca!...Suca...Minha amiga Solidão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35842812-8913597988818296576?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/8913597988818296576/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=8913597988818296576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/8913597988818296576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/8913597988818296576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2007/04/vai-embora-minha-amiga.html' title='Vai embora minha &quot;amiga&quot;'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RjO71YPNC_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/czn8P5nDyhs/s72-c/untitled++soli.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-4225380980090406222</id><published>2007-04-27T14:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T11:58:35.738+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um sorriso me basta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RjH_GYPNC9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/fAsl7KMiHOU/s1600-h/POEMA%2520MULHER%2520SOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058104341564296146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RjH_GYPNC9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/fAsl7KMiHOU/s400/POEMA%2520MULHER%2520SOL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um minuto me basta para te ver sorrir:&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que o sorriso seja para distrair&lt;br /&gt;Algo em ti, ou da tua vida, deixa florir&lt;br /&gt;Esse ar bonito para eu não desistir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um momento me serve para ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o cheiro dessa flor, em matiz&lt;br /&gt;Notar a tua tez molhada, no meu nariz&lt;br /&gt;Ver a limpidez da tua pele de raiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero num minuto avaliar a lassidão&lt;br /&gt;Nessas curvas, poder tocar com sujeição&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que o meu desejo seja em vão&lt;br /&gt;Basta-me um simples aperto de mão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num minuto preciso te provocar desejo&lt;br /&gt;Neste gelo da solidão, eu ante vejo&lt;br /&gt;Que se pudesses me darias um beijo&lt;br /&gt;Mas não, isto é sonhar, apenas ensejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma vitória se define num simples momento,&lt;br /&gt;Num minuto! Num sorriso! Num lamento&lt;br /&gt;Poder partilhar contigo é meu tormento&lt;br /&gt;Do teu sorriso, belo, sereno, sedento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num ápice tu podes mudar a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Acalma este ser, me toca, dá-me guarida!&lt;br /&gt;E verei toda a minha existência volvida&lt;br /&gt;Um simples minuto basta-me. Querida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35842812-4225380980090406222?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/4225380980090406222/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=4225380980090406222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/4225380980090406222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/4225380980090406222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2007/04/um-sorriso-me-basta.html' title='Um sorriso me basta'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RjH_GYPNC9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/fAsl7KMiHOU/s72-c/POEMA%2520MULHER%2520SOL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-2650676841617734223</id><published>2007-04-22T13:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T11:59:02.059+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Basta-me um pequeno gesto teu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RitX1pmYVnI/AAAAAAAAADc/oE26m1ZsKzU/s1600-h/sonho+meu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056231585865029234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RitX1pmYVnI/AAAAAAAAADc/oE26m1ZsKzU/s320/sonho+meu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Basta-me um pequeno gesto teu,&lt;br /&gt;Feito ao de leve, mas… agradável&lt;br /&gt;Para que voltes comigo ao céu&lt;br /&gt;E eu para sempre te serei amável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma palavra murmurada aqui&lt;br /&gt;Nesta serrania de instantes&lt;br /&gt;Derrubo todos os erros de ti&lt;br /&gt;Unindo as ideias mais distantes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das palavras que não direi.&lt;br /&gt;Para que tu me adivinhes,&lt;br /&gt;Há-as tristes, taciturnas…Sei&lt;br /&gt;Para que p`ra mim caminhes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancelo minhas ideias de dor,&lt;br /&gt;Visto taciturno traje…de Rei…&lt;br /&gt;Pensando no que seria o amor&lt;br /&gt;Que amargamente inventei.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;E, enquanto não me descobres,&lt;br /&gt;Nestes universos vou navegando&lt;br /&gt;Os espíritos nos ares veros das orbes,&lt;br /&gt;Até que não se saiba quando...&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/35842812-2650676841617734223?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/2650676841617734223/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=2650676841617734223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/2650676841617734223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/2650676841617734223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2007/04/basta-me-um-pequeno-gesto-teu.html' title='Basta-me um pequeno gesto teu'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RitX1pmYVnI/AAAAAAAAADc/oE26m1ZsKzU/s72-c/sonho+meu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-1281847724994917189</id><published>2007-04-16T00:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T11:59:22.638+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Outros tempos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RiK6GuCXejI/AAAAAAAAACk/7YBD2EWdcw4/s1600-h/Imagem1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053806356463057458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RiK6GuCXejI/AAAAAAAAACk/7YBD2EWdcw4/s400/Imagem1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu me lembro com nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;Outros tempos, outra alegria&lt;br /&gt;O tempo que passou&lt;br /&gt;Passa tão depressa hoje em dia&lt;br /&gt;Mas em mim deixou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantas alegrias&lt;br /&gt;Velhos tempos&lt;br /&gt;Belos dias&lt;br /&gt;Fui tão feliz&lt;br /&gt;Tanto, quanto quis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E hoje que a alegria me deixou&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que não sei para onde vou&lt;br /&gt;Perco-me em pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Restos de vida mostram como sou&lt;br /&gt;Em nostalgia e tormentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sito versos sozinho pras amadas&lt;br /&gt;Meus poemas usam rimas magoadas&lt;br /&gt;Pra falar de amor&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o amor tem ideias absurdas&lt;br /&gt;De sorriso e dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São doces recordações&lt;br /&gt;O que foi felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos e sensações&lt;br /&gt;Aniquila-me agora de saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35842812-1281847724994917189?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/1281847724994917189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=1281847724994917189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/1281847724994917189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/1281847724994917189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2007/04/outros-tempos.html' title='Outros tempos'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RiK6GuCXejI/AAAAAAAAACk/7YBD2EWdcw4/s72-c/Imagem1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-820063602741833342</id><published>2007-04-15T21:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T12:00:04.178+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A insanidade do amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RiKQG-CXegI/AAAAAAAAACM/Yk7Kymvgp9Y/s1600-h/untamor+perfeito.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053760181269658114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RiKQG-CXegI/AAAAAAAAACM/Yk7Kymvgp9Y/s400/untamor+perfeito.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O amor não é sadio&lt;br /&gt;A fazer avales,&lt;br /&gt;Não obedece à razão&lt;br /&gt;O verdadeiro amor&lt;br /&gt;Acontece por inclusão,&lt;br /&gt;Por magnetismo,&lt;br /&gt;Por uma junção estelar...&lt;br /&gt;Ama-se pelo cheiro,&lt;br /&gt;Pelo olhar,&lt;br /&gt;Pelo mistério,&lt;br /&gt;Pela paz,&lt;br /&gt;Pela sensibilidade&lt;br /&gt;Ama-se porque se idolatra&lt;br /&gt;Pelo calor assíduo&lt;br /&gt;Por tudo o que não é ambiguo&lt;br /&gt;E que o outro lhe confere,&lt;br /&gt;Ou pelo flagelo que aclama&lt;br /&gt;O amor acontece e chama!...&lt;br /&gt;Em ocorrendo não se liberta.&lt;br /&gt;Ai… o amor…desperta&lt;br /&gt;Amor ou vem para ficar&lt;br /&gt;Ou não é amor de amar.&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/35842812-820063602741833342?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/820063602741833342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=820063602741833342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/820063602741833342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/820063602741833342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2007/04/insanidade-do-amor.html' title='A insanidade do amor'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RiKQG-CXegI/AAAAAAAAACM/Yk7Kymvgp9Y/s72-c/untamor+perfeito.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-3142168223475740422</id><published>2007-04-13T23:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T12:00:40.505+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Passo por cá</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RiUEN-CXemI/AAAAAAAAAC8/w7YGCcPqXYk/s1600-h/div06.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054450794830985826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RiUEN-CXemI/AAAAAAAAAC8/w7YGCcPqXYk/s320/div06.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/Rh__C-CXeeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/3SK_EnDuV_4/s1600-h/Mowe+(54).GIF"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053037733410732514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/Rh__C-CXeeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/3SK_EnDuV_4/s400/Mowe+(54).GIF" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passo por cá!&lt;br /&gt;Pela pesquisa,&lt;br /&gt;Pelo quase tocar da síntese,&lt;br /&gt;Pelo entendimento,&lt;br /&gt;Pelos segredos,&lt;br /&gt;Pelos medos,&lt;br /&gt;Pelos trilhos,&lt;br /&gt;Pelos vestígios,&lt;br /&gt;Pela aparência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passo por cá!&lt;br /&gt;Pela solidão auxiliada,&lt;br /&gt;Pela tristeza acariciada,&lt;br /&gt;Pela revelação sufocada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passo por cá!&lt;br /&gt;Tão próximo,&lt;br /&gt;Em voo quase rasante,&lt;br /&gt;Numa demanda incessante,&lt;br /&gt;Em dúvida galopante…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passo, ando certamente por cá!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35842812-3142168223475740422?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/3142168223475740422/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=3142168223475740422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/3142168223475740422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/3142168223475740422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2007/04/passo-por-c.html' title='Passo por cá'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RiUEN-CXemI/AAAAAAAAAC8/w7YGCcPqXYk/s72-c/div06.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-7842038153937753680</id><published>2007-04-13T19:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T12:01:03.325+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Falta-me tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/Rh_HsOCXedI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3nM9KPhjYlQ/s1600-h/35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052976869429180882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/Rh_HsOCXedI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3nM9KPhjYlQ/s400/35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falta-me tempo para longos passeios&lt;br /&gt;Para ver os netos nos recreios&lt;br /&gt;Admirar aquele museu que espero&lt;br /&gt;Ler os livros que tanto quero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me falta tempo para mirar as garinas&lt;br /&gt;Para aprofundar as amizades felinas&lt;br /&gt;Falta-me tempo para dispor o escaparate&lt;br /&gt;Jogar coisas fora, evitar algum disparate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falta-me tempo para aprender japonês&lt;br /&gt;Retratar em textura aquilo que não vês&lt;br /&gt;Tempo para as aguarelas imaginárias&lt;br /&gt;Preciso anotar as coisas mais primárias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me falta tempo para tudo e até para viver&lt;br /&gt;Tempo para os amigos que não posso ver&lt;br /&gt;Tempo para o estrangeiro e ilhas a alcançar&lt;br /&gt;Falta tempo para as rimas que a poesia deixar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falta-me tempo para ver os programas de TV&lt;br /&gt;Ou gravar aquela música num CD&lt;br /&gt;No entanto quantas vezes estou aturdido&lt;br /&gt;Sem nada para fazer, em sonhos perdido&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/35842812-7842038153937753680?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/7842038153937753680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=7842038153937753680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/7842038153937753680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/7842038153937753680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2007/04/falta-me-tempo.html' title='Falta-me tempo'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/Rh_HsOCXedI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3nM9KPhjYlQ/s72-c/35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-3818726238106301000</id><published>2007-04-12T23:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T12:01:25.925+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/Rh606eCXecI/AAAAAAAAABs/wpGsusUDH50/s1600-h/damas-imagen8_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052674748544678338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/Rh606eCXecI/AAAAAAAAABs/wpGsusUDH50/s400/damas-imagen8_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saudade é muitas vezes&lt;br /&gt;A flor que nasce d’um botão,&lt;br /&gt;O mar bravio,&lt;br /&gt;A imensidão,&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite de frio,&lt;br /&gt;Alguma canção,&lt;br /&gt;E até meus versos de solidão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é a tarde fugindo,&lt;br /&gt;É a noite surgindo,&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo a dor que consome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é ver a lua saindo,&lt;br /&gt;Lá longe no mar surgindo,&lt;br /&gt;Riscando em prata o teu nome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade, eu te digo:&lt;br /&gt;É como a dor inclemente,&lt;br /&gt;Só sabe mesmo é quem sente..."&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/35842812-3818726238106301000?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/3818726238106301000/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=3818726238106301000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/3818726238106301000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/3818726238106301000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2007/04/saudade.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/Rh606eCXecI/AAAAAAAAABs/wpGsusUDH50/s72-c/damas-imagen8_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-4712336452054021154</id><published>2007-04-10T18:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T12:01:45.418+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vou fazer-te um apelo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RiUDHOCXelI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3TOK2wIXQHk/s1600-h/Mystical3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054449579355241042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RiUDHOCXelI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3TOK2wIXQHk/s400/Mystical3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou fazer-te um apelo de siso&lt;br /&gt;Para juntos visitarmos o paraíso,&lt;br /&gt;Divagando em torno dos astros,&lt;br /&gt;Largando no céu nossos rastros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou esperar-te nas águas do mar,&lt;br /&gt;Ai juntos possamos mergulhar&lt;br /&gt;E descobrirmos a vida encantada&lt;br /&gt;Disfarçada nas águas, da vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero-te dentro de mim,&lt;br /&gt;E deixarei que me cultives&lt;br /&gt;Por um tempo sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;Sente amor que em mim vives,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem mergulhar em meus medos&lt;br /&gt;Que há muito te esperam, em mim&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me sonhar teus segredos&lt;br /&gt;Sorrir, viver, amar-te assim&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/35842812-4712336452054021154?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/4712336452054021154/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=4712336452054021154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/4712336452054021154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/4712336452054021154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2007/04/vou-fazer-te-um-apalo.html' title='Vou fazer-te um apelo'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RiUDHOCXelI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3TOK2wIXQHk/s72-c/Mystical3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-5379654683124519708</id><published>2006-11-05T11:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-15T12:03:39.253+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3051/4199/1600/amordigno.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3051/4199/320/amordigno.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3051/4199/1600/divtab40.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3051/4199/320/divtab40.1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eis-me, frente a novo desafio.&lt;br /&gt;Não me sinto capaz de ultrapassá-lo,&lt;br /&gt;mas não deixarei de tentar.&lt;br /&gt;Agradam-me os desafios.&lt;br /&gt;Estimula-me o ego a tentativa de ultrapassagem&lt;br /&gt;dos meus próprios limites.&lt;br /&gt;E tu sabe-lo, como também sabes&lt;br /&gt;o quanto isto mexe com os meus sentidos.&lt;br /&gt;Dá inclusive para invocar Camões&lt;br /&gt;- preciso rir antes – no seu famoso&lt;br /&gt;amor é fogo que arde sem se ver&lt;br /&gt;é a dor que desatina sem doer”.&lt;br /&gt;Todavia, neste caso, além de doer&lt;br /&gt;e arder, queima. E bem!&lt;br /&gt;Que pretendemos com isto,&lt;br /&gt;sacudir os meus brios?&lt;br /&gt;Ou… quem sabe tentar arrancar-me&lt;br /&gt;deste marasmo que infesta minhas entranhas?&lt;br /&gt;Seja lá o que for, aceitei o desafio.&lt;br /&gt;Agora é que são elas,&lt;br /&gt;sempre quero ver quem dobra primeiro.&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho idéia...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/35842812-5379654683124519708?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/5379654683124519708/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=5379654683124519708&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/5379654683124519708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/5379654683124519708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/11/eis-me-frente-novo-desafio.html' title='Desafio'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-3385384479958862437</id><published>2006-11-01T23:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-26T11:43:22.110+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alguém me pode dizer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2974/4232/1600/divtab80.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2974/4232/320/divtab80.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2974/4232/1600/Love%20(17).gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2974/4232/320/Love%20%2817%29.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alguém pode me dizer&lt;br /&gt;se estava prevista na palma da minha mão&lt;br /&gt;esta paixão inesperada&lt;br /&gt;se já estava escrita e demarcada&lt;br /&gt;na linha da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;se fazia já parte da estrada&lt;br /&gt;e tinha que ser vivida&lt;br /&gt;ou foi um desgoverno repentino&lt;br /&gt;que surpreendeu os deuses&lt;br /&gt;todos os que desenham nosso destino&lt;br /&gt;ou foi um desatino, uma loucura&lt;br /&gt;uma imprevisível subversão&lt;br /&gt;que só a partir de agora eu trago marcada&lt;br /&gt;na palma da minha mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém pode me dizer&lt;br /&gt;se o cupido sabe o que faz&lt;br /&gt;ao trazer pra mim&lt;br /&gt;um amor assim&lt;br /&gt;p'ra esquecer um estupor&lt;br /&gt;logo me fez a vontade&lt;br /&gt;tanto que pedi um novo amor&lt;br /&gt;sentia necessidade&lt;br /&gt;como estava habituado&lt;br /&gt;só pensava em companhia&lt;br /&gt;e logo pos a meu lado&lt;br /&gt;alguém que no dia a dia&lt;br /&gt;tão longe estaria, longe demasiado&lt;br /&gt;e tanto que eu queria.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/35842812-3385384479958862437?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/3385384479958862437/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=3385384479958862437&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/3385384479958862437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/3385384479958862437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/11/algum-me-pode-dizer.html' title='Alguém me pode dizer'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-116056721672079037</id><published>2006-10-11T12:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T12:04:18.382+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Doce espera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/123/3996/1600/116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/123/3996/400/116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha doce amarga espera...&lt;br /&gt;Esperando por uma palavra que não vem.&lt;br /&gt;Os minutos e as horas são longas,&lt;br /&gt;aumentando cada vez mais a minha agonia.&lt;br /&gt;Teu silêncio transforma em uma dor intensa&lt;br /&gt;de saudades, cada minuto do meu dia...&lt;br /&gt;Há horas em que preciso te dizer o quanto&lt;br /&gt;preciso de ti, mas por onde andas tu?&lt;br /&gt;Minha doce amarga espera...&lt;br /&gt;Há momentos em que a vida não espera.&lt;br /&gt;Há momentos como este que eu quisera&lt;br /&gt;te dizer o quanto hoje eu esperei apenas,&lt;br /&gt;apenas ouvir-te...&lt;br /&gt;Queria te sentir um pouco mais próxima,&lt;br /&gt;aconchegado em ti, e te dizer&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te!&lt;br /&gt;Minha doce amarga espera,&lt;br /&gt;que provavelmente este dia se encerra,&lt;br /&gt;sem uma palavra tua...&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/35842812-116056721672079037?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/116056721672079037/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=116056721672079037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/116056721672079037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/116056721672079037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/10/doce-espera.html' title='Doce espera'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-5926381485496491661</id><published>2006-10-10T19:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T12:04:47.514+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3051/4199/1600/divtab45.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3051/4199/320/divtab45.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3051/4199/1600/PENSAMENTO_125-vi.0[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3051/4199/320/PENSAMENTO_125-vi.0%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saudades, eu tenho, amor meu,&lt;br /&gt;dos teus beijos, abraços, e de tudo&lt;br /&gt;de roçares em meu peito, desnudo,&lt;br /&gt;de me elevar no teu eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades, amor, eu sinto,&lt;br /&gt;de tua ternura em me olhar,&lt;br /&gt;de tua ânsia em me afagar,&lt;br /&gt;e se nego isso, eu minto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades, eu tenho, amor,&lt;br /&gt;de apenas estar ao teu lado,&lt;br /&gt;notar o quanto sou amado&lt;br /&gt;e de me queimar no teu calor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades de ti são tantas,&lt;br /&gt;meu amor, de te abraçar,&lt;br /&gt;de estar em ti, de te amar.&lt;br /&gt;são tantas, tantas, quantas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades, de ti meu amor,&lt;br /&gt;que por ti tenho querida.&lt;br /&gt;saudades... óh minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;me consome esta dor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades de teus carinhos,&lt;br /&gt;de te amar, estar presente,&lt;br /&gt;sentir teu corpo fervente.&lt;br /&gt;morrer em ti aos pouquinhos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades que tenho são de mais,&lt;br /&gt;de ti, de nós, de te sentir.&lt;br /&gt;de te amar, de me vir,&lt;br /&gt;em ti e te fazer soltar ais&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/35842812-5926381485496491661?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/5926381485496491661/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=5926381485496491661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/5926381485496491661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/5926381485496491661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/10/saudades.html' title='Saudades'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-3687101923629687357</id><published>2006-10-10T01:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:53:50.612+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Senti tua ausência</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3051/4199/1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3051/4199/320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Senti tua ausência...&lt;br /&gt;E vi a noite no luar,&lt;br /&gt;como que um sofoco,&lt;br /&gt;mas nao senti inspiração.&lt;br /&gt;senti um aperto no coração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senti tua ausência...&lt;br /&gt;E vi flores orvalhadas&lt;br /&gt;desabrochando,&lt;br /&gt;mas não senti fragâncias,&lt;br /&gt;senti distâncias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senti tua ausência...&lt;br /&gt;E vi lindos lagos ,&lt;br /&gt;de águas frias,&lt;br /&gt;mas não senti entusiasmo,&lt;br /&gt;senti um marasmo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senti tua ausência...&lt;br /&gt;E vi o horizonte de&lt;br /&gt;um amanhecer diante do nada,&lt;br /&gt;mas não senti novas razões.&lt;br /&gt;senti antes iluzões!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senti tua ausência,&lt;br /&gt;e notei em minha presença&lt;br /&gt;minha ausência, e não&lt;br /&gt;consegui sentir muita coisa&lt;br /&gt;além de sentir o vazio,&lt;br /&gt;o vazio de tua ausência...&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/35842812-3687101923629687357?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/3687101923629687357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=3687101923629687357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/3687101923629687357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/3687101923629687357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/10/senti-tua-ausncia.html' title='Senti tua ausência'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-6147243832735347385</id><published>2006-10-09T18:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T15:29:58.694+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não duvides!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2974/4232/1600/divtab01.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2974/4232/320/divtab01.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2974/4232/1600/27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2974/4232/400/27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao duvides deste meu jeito de ser...&lt;br /&gt;Livre, descontraído, apaixonado,&lt;br /&gt;Sem medo de te perder...&lt;br /&gt;Juntos sómente para nos amar...&lt;br /&gt;Difícil será alguém nos separar !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos amantes no real.&lt;br /&gt;Escolhemos uma vida sem igual...&lt;br /&gt;Sem esquecermos que somos um casal...&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o teu bem querer,&lt;br /&gt;Tu és a minha mulher !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dividindo o caminho ao meio,&lt;br /&gt;Continuamos a nos encontrar...&lt;br /&gt;No vagueio... No anseio...&lt;br /&gt;Sómente para nos amar !!!&lt;br /&gt;No vai e vem deste nosso mar !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofremos a bom penar,&lt;br /&gt;O mal que o outro sente!&lt;br /&gt;É assim o amor de amar!&lt;br /&gt;A distância...Não é sómente!&lt;br /&gt;É o contentamento descontente!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquela coisa que dá na gente,&lt;br /&gt;Frio atroz, do não presente!&lt;br /&gt;Dôr do amar, tão sómente...&lt;br /&gt;Vazio, sentimento de impotência,&lt;br /&gt;Perante sentir no outro a inconstância!!!&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/35842812-6147243832735347385?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/6147243832735347385/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=6147243832735347385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/6147243832735347385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/6147243832735347385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/10/no-duvides.html' title='Não duvides!'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-2669285695940472376</id><published>2006-10-08T15:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T12:06:17.895+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3051/4199/1600/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3051/4199/320/30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero que me devores e me bebas,&lt;br /&gt;Não só o gozo do sexo,&lt;br /&gt;Mas o prazer de estar junto,&lt;br /&gt;De ser cúmplice e complexo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que me prendas e te enrosques,&lt;br /&gt;Não só os braços e pernas,&lt;br /&gt;Mas a alma, com abraços e toques,&lt;br /&gt;Que ultrapassem barreiras externas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero que me jogues na cama&lt;br /&gt;E me uses, não como objeto,&lt;br /&gt;Mas como a outra metade,&lt;br /&gt;Indispensável para ser completo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que me faças arrepiar e arder,&lt;br /&gt;Não só de desejo e loucura,&lt;br /&gt;Mas da febre de possuir e poder&lt;br /&gt;Compartilhar tua candura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que me tateies e percorras,&lt;br /&gt;Que aprendas meus caminhos,&lt;br /&gt;Me ofertes tua intimidade,&lt;br /&gt;Me sufoques de carinhos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero olhos e pálpebras piscando,&lt;br /&gt;Gozo suado e mãos dadas,&lt;br /&gt;Sexo e nexo, amada amando,&lt;br /&gt;Liberdade e vidas atadas. &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/35842812-2669285695940472376?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/2669285695940472376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=2669285695940472376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/2669285695940472376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/2669285695940472376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/10/quero.html' title='Quero...'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-4971182775794766731</id><published>2006-10-06T17:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T12:05:45.188+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rasguei as entrelinhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3051/4199/1600/1%20(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3051/4199/400/1%20%287%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rasguei as entrelinhas do poema,&lt;br /&gt;Roubei muita beleza ao conteúdo;&lt;br /&gt;Revendo-te na glória, que é suprema&lt;br /&gt;Razão do meu querer-te... Revia tudo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasguei. Nem sempre o faço, foi excepção&lt;br /&gt;Recordo, de escrever, tenho outro modo:&lt;br /&gt;Rumando a conquistar teu coração&lt;br /&gt;Revelo o que há no meu, o tempo todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rirás, sei que rirás, ou sem surpresa,&lt;br /&gt;Receberei igual se me deres troco;&lt;br /&gt;Repara que te quero em tal grandeza&lt;br /&gt;Rasguei já receando de me achares louco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refeito, se me provir, de tal loucura,&lt;br /&gt;Revelações farei, de tudo. Em suma,&lt;br /&gt;Reescrevendo, verás outra postura,&lt;br /&gt;Reponho as entrelinhas uma a uma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, com nova postura, ou sem ela,&lt;br /&gt;Lavro aqui poemas, contando tudo,&lt;br /&gt;Este que por ti, me borra a tela,&lt;br /&gt;Mostra mesmo assim seu conteúdo.&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/35842812-4971182775794766731?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/4971182775794766731/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=4971182775794766731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/4971182775794766731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/4971182775794766731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/10/rasguei-as-entrelinhas.html' title='Rasguei as entrelinhas'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-8502404501805879114</id><published>2006-10-05T12:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T22:03:59.797+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma nova</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2974/4232/1600/hjh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2974/4232/320/hjh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não lavaste os seios,&lt;br /&gt;por terem o calor da minha mão!&lt;br /&gt;Não lavaste as mãos,&lt;br /&gt;por terem o cheiro do meu corpo!&lt;br /&gt;Não lavaste o corpo,&lt;br /&gt;por ter os rastros dos meus gestos!&lt;br /&gt;Tinha também, o meu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;a sagrada profanação do teu olhar!&lt;br /&gt;Que não lavaste.&lt;br /&gt;Nem aqueles lençóis, não os lavaste?&lt;br /&gt;nem os espelhos,&lt;br /&gt;que continuam onde sempre estiveram:&lt;br /&gt;porque eles nos viram cúmplices,&lt;br /&gt;e a paixão, nosso paraíso, essa lavaste?&lt;br /&gt;Eu lavei, lavei e perfumei a alma, em jasmim,&lt;br /&gt;que é tua, só tua, para te esperar&lt;br /&gt;como se nunca tivesses ido a nenhum lugar:&lt;br /&gt;donde apaguei todas as ausências&lt;br /&gt;que apaguei ao te olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Lava tudo isso, podes apagar,&lt;br /&gt;logo haverá mais, outras razões pr'a recordar.&lt;br /&gt;E ai depois, podes não lavar.&lt;br /&gt;que eu até irei gostar&lt;br /&gt;lavar teu corpo com o olhar&lt;br /&gt;e teu cheiro enalar,&lt;br /&gt;cheiro a fêmea, cheiro á'mar.&lt;br /&gt;Alma nova irei então ganhar!&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/35842812-8502404501805879114?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/8502404501805879114/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=8502404501805879114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/8502404501805879114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/8502404501805879114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/10/alma-nova.html' title='Alma nova'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-1733419092986177576</id><published>2006-10-04T12:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T15:48:32.249+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem perceberes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2974/4232/1600/1%20(6).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2974/4232/400/1%20%286%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não percebes, aproximo-me,&lt;br /&gt;Sussurrando aos teus ouvidos...&lt;br /&gt;Desejos inconfessos.&lt;br /&gt;Como o silvo de uma serpente,&lt;br /&gt;Que te enfeitiça e domina.&lt;br /&gt;Enrosco-me em teu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;Por detraz, ambicioso&lt;br /&gt;E ofereço-te meu veneno...&lt;br /&gt;Que te sirvo em meus lábios.&lt;br /&gt;Minha língua atrevida&lt;br /&gt;Percorre teu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Teu peito rígido&lt;br /&gt;Denuncia tua entrega.&lt;br /&gt;E te sugo o néctar,&lt;br /&gt;Exploro o teu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Com a língua numa constante.&lt;br /&gt;Lambo-te o sal do corpo&lt;br /&gt;Minha boca ansiosa&lt;br /&gt;Te suga o mel.&lt;br /&gt;Revelo-me a ti,&lt;br /&gt;Ao toque de minhas mãos.&lt;br /&gt;Teus seios intumescidos,&lt;br /&gt;Desejosos de minha boca.&lt;br /&gt;És minha musa.&lt;br /&gt;Já não seduzo...&lt;br /&gt;Sou seduzido. &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/35842812-1733419092986177576?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/1733419092986177576/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=1733419092986177576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/1733419092986177576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/1733419092986177576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/10/sem-perceberes.html' title='Sem perceberes...'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-7613789520463554301</id><published>2006-09-29T23:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T15:05:28.404+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Encontro... primeiro.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3051/4199/1600/Imagem%20237.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3051/4199/320/Imagem%20237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao te encontrar pela primeira vez,&lt;br /&gt;aquele encontro por ti marcado&lt;br /&gt;meus olhos brilharam embevecidos&lt;br /&gt;ao te ver tão doce, tão bela,&lt;br /&gt;sorrindo como uma deusa, naquele banco.&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração pulsando forte, tua chama junto a mim,&lt;br /&gt;crepitava tão ardente, em labaredas sem fim !&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria a ti sómente, beleza feita mulher !&lt;br /&gt;Nosso encontro de repente...&lt;br /&gt;tão de repente, tornou-se impetuoso,&lt;br /&gt;avassalador, maravilhoso !&lt;br /&gt;Eu só queria beijar-te...apertar-te... abraçar-te...&lt;br /&gt;Sem pensar o quanto iria te amar,&lt;br /&gt;naquele instante, impulsivo, sem poder me controlar,&lt;br /&gt;juntei meu trêmulo corpo ao teu !&lt;br /&gt;Tu mulher tão diferente,&lt;br /&gt;Não a menina qualquer !&lt;br /&gt;Suando geladas, em cego vôo&lt;br /&gt;minhas mãos em ti pousavam,&lt;br /&gt;extasiadas estavam, como nunca as senti...&lt;br /&gt;Tateando teu corpo macio,&lt;br /&gt;pararam ao tocarem teus seios..Ah! teus seios !&lt;br /&gt;As curvas do teu corpo roçando pelo meu,&lt;br /&gt;enlouqueceram meus anseios&lt;br /&gt;como nunca aconteceu !&lt;br /&gt;Tu meu desejo ardente,&lt;br /&gt;Tu meu desejo mulher !&lt;br /&gt;Meus braços te enlaçavam,&lt;br /&gt;meus lábios, selvagens te beijavam !&lt;br /&gt;Deixaste então, teu delicado corpo&lt;br /&gt;eu possuir, sem nem imaginar&lt;br /&gt;até onde prosseguir ...&lt;br /&gt;Como um vulcão de desejos,&lt;br /&gt;ao sabor de loucos beijos,&lt;br /&gt;sem mistérios nem pudor,&lt;br /&gt;nossos corpos esperaram&lt;br /&gt;glorificando um imenso amor !&lt;br /&gt;olhamos...descobrimos&lt;br /&gt;o quanto nos amamos...&lt;br /&gt;mas deixamos para depois&lt;br /&gt;Sem barreiras sequer,&lt;br /&gt;momentos livres...febrís...deslumbrantes...&lt;br /&gt;Entre um homem e uma mulher ! &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/35842812-7613789520463554301?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/7613789520463554301/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=7613789520463554301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/7613789520463554301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/7613789520463554301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/09/encontro-primeiro.html' title='Encontro... primeiro.'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-1685408299727756490</id><published>2006-09-28T22:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T15:37:16.678+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquela foto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5340/3159/1600/Imagem%20323.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5340/3159/400/Imagem%20323.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olhei no ecran e espanto meu,&lt;br /&gt;Aquela foto que você me deu.&lt;br /&gt;Esse sorriso de malicia contida,&lt;br /&gt;Esse expressar do amor á vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não resisti e te beijei.&lt;br /&gt;Loucura de garoto bem sei.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, que queres, foi um repente,&lt;br /&gt;Vontade que dá na gente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu, naquela catarata,&lt;br /&gt;Mirando beleza inata,&lt;br /&gt;Com esse teu ar satisfeita.&lt;br /&gt;Que tanto me deleita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não resisto a essa foto!&lt;br /&gt;E a ti muito menos, marota.&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter-te ampliada!&lt;br /&gt;Mas, ampliação esmerada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisa que se visse,&lt;br /&gt;Ou melhor sentisse,&lt;br /&gt;Assim palpável...&lt;br /&gt;Mas enfim, mesmo longe tu és adorável.&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/35842812-1685408299727756490?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/1685408299727756490/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=1685408299727756490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/1685408299727756490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/1685408299727756490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/09/aquela-foto.html' title='Aquela foto...'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-7168992776005448731</id><published>2006-09-27T12:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T15:07:42.825+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vou fazer amor contigo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5340/3159/1600/1%20(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5340/3159/400/1%20%283%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou...&lt;br /&gt;Vou fazer amor contigo esta noite&lt;br /&gt;Lavrar com minha pena este poema-sonho em teu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;como se fosse um animal que nasceu para te amar...&lt;br /&gt;Vou dançar no teu corpo num bailar de véus&lt;br /&gt;e de sentidos até já não haver céu...&lt;br /&gt;Vou levar-te a passear por entre as estrelas&lt;br /&gt;num trilho de abraços e de luar&lt;br /&gt;E prolongar os meus sentidos ao sal da tua pele&lt;br /&gt;quando os meus lábios tocarem os teus&lt;br /&gt;E as tuas mãos não souberem mais&lt;br /&gt;como ocultar os teus anseios...&lt;br /&gt;E os teus seios vão chamar pela lua e pelos ventos&lt;br /&gt;e até pelas ondas do mar, que tanto adoramos.&lt;br /&gt;No ondular da tua língua no epicentro do universo&lt;br /&gt;da minha vontade e dos teus desejos...&lt;br /&gt;Vou dançar este amor contigo numa ilha sem nome,&lt;br /&gt;todos nus, ao som dos sussurros e ventos de amor-paixão&lt;br /&gt;Que os teus lábios nem conseguem guardar&lt;br /&gt;E vou ouvi-los em forma de gemidos entrelaçados&lt;br /&gt;no som do mar...&lt;br /&gt;E ao arquejar dos nossos corpos,&lt;br /&gt;a cada compasso dessa melodia que vamos cantar...&lt;br /&gt;Saberás que te amo mais que à vida&lt;br /&gt;e que dançarei até ao fim...&lt;br /&gt;E de ti soltarás a nascente de fogo que emanarás p'ra mim...&lt;br /&gt;E, de seguida, estenderás os braços num abraço&lt;br /&gt;para que adormeça em ti!&lt;br /&gt;E eu sentirei o beijo com que fechas as cortinas da noite&lt;br /&gt;em que fiz amor contigo assim...&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/35842812-7168992776005448731?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/7168992776005448731/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=7168992776005448731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/7168992776005448731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/7168992776005448731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/09/vou-fazer-amor-contigo.html' title='Vou fazer amor contigo!'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-4604269673083251423</id><published>2006-09-27T11:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T15:38:51.469+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Digo que te amo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5340/3159/1600/1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5340/3159/400/1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Digo que te amo, de mão cheia,&lt;br /&gt;Cada meu gesto te premeia.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando brigo&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que de mal comigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Risco meu amor por ti,&lt;br /&gt;Em poemas sentidos,&lt;br /&gt;Que tocam minha alma assim&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo-te inteira pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grito que te amo, abafado.&lt;br /&gt;Num tom terno e sufocado.&lt;br /&gt;Em amargas e perdidas,&lt;br /&gt;Madrugadas não vividas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digo que te amo, carente.&lt;br /&gt;Te amo, Te amo, amo-te&lt;br /&gt;E sem me permeares presente,&lt;br /&gt;Fico-me em saudade, dormente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digo que te amo, com ternura.&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo tudo...toda desventura.&lt;br /&gt;Esvaindo-me em melancolia,&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo tua falta a cada dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanta ternura, segredos.&lt;br /&gt;Como areia entre os dedos&lt;br /&gt;Perco tua imagem real,&lt;br /&gt;Te transformo em virtual.&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/35842812-4604269673083251423?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/4604269673083251423/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=4604269673083251423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/4604269673083251423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/4604269673083251423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/09/digo-que-te-amo.html' title='Digo que te amo'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-5530488711871161659</id><published>2006-09-26T12:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T02:02:00.703+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Se eu morrer amanhã</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2812/4375/1600/43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2812/4375/320/43.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu morrer amanhã quero te ter hoje, te amar. &lt;br /&gt;Quero levar de ti, os beijos que não troquei, &lt;br /&gt;as carícias que não tive, os abraços que não dei. &lt;br /&gt;As madrugadas que não vivi, &lt;br /&gt;a cama vazia em que acordei, &lt;br /&gt;sentindo-te contra mim, &lt;br /&gt;me procurando sem te achar, &lt;br /&gt;pois não estavas ali. &lt;br /&gt;Estava a te procurar,&lt;br /&gt;tanto que passei pela vida e não te vi. &lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas que verti, &lt;br /&gt;os olhos cansados olhando o infinito, &lt;br /&gt;e vendo só a ti. &lt;br /&gt;Se eu morrer amanhã, &lt;br /&gt;quero a certeza que te tive um dia, &lt;br /&gt;para poder contar aonde for &lt;br /&gt;que foste minha uma vez, &lt;br /&gt;um minuto, que não deu nem para um beijo, &lt;br /&gt;pois estava tão perdido &lt;br /&gt;que me perdi neste minuto. &lt;br /&gt;Amando-te desta maneira, passei pela vida &lt;br /&gt;e nada vi, pois só te via a ti. &lt;br /&gt;Nada mais procurava, nem a ti achava... &lt;br /&gt;Na minha loucura de te amar,&lt;br /&gt;perdi a noção do tempo. &lt;br /&gt;Te perdi dentro de mim, pois nunca te tive. &lt;br /&gt;E continuando essa busca, &lt;br /&gt;se eu morrer amanhã, serei feliz! &lt;br /&gt;Te procurei, não te tive mas, te amei&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35842812-5530488711871161659?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/5530488711871161659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=5530488711871161659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/5530488711871161659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/5530488711871161659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/09/se-eu-morrer-amanh.html' title='Se eu morrer amanhã'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-5316954422137507459</id><published>2006-09-25T14:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T15:40:26.527+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembrando-me de ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5340/3159/1600/12%20(6).2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5340/3159/400/12%20%286%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lembrando dos momentos que tivemos juntos,&lt;br /&gt;Do nosso amor... e do tesão... me desperto...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o sabor de tua boca ...&lt;br /&gt;tua língua ladina me roubando o ar...&lt;br /&gt;Tuas mãos percorrendo o meu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;a forma como me abraças,&lt;br /&gt;E neste abraço sinto teu corpo tremer de puro gozo...&lt;br /&gt;Ouço como se agora fosse tua voz me dizendo,&lt;br /&gt;"preciso sentir teu sabor..."&lt;br /&gt;E tua língua louca, me invadindo...&lt;br /&gt;tua gula em me sugar como uma faminta...&lt;br /&gt;E na ânsia, com o tesão quase me engolindo...&lt;br /&gt;gostosa a sensação...&lt;br /&gt;Teus dedos percorrem meu corpo...invadindo...&lt;br /&gt;Meu membro te penetra...&lt;br /&gt;Te preenche...&lt;br /&gt;Com loucura iniciamos movimentos desvairados...&lt;br /&gt;De uma dança louca...&lt;br /&gt;Respiração ofegante... gritos, gemidos...&lt;br /&gt;Falamos coisas desconexas...suplicamos,&lt;br /&gt;rimos e choramos, de tanto prazer...&lt;br /&gt;Explosão de luz e cores... gozo...&lt;br /&gt;De repente o telefone toca ... és tu !&lt;br /&gt;Dizes que sentis-te saudades,&lt;br /&gt;que sentis-te uma imensa vontade de estar comigo ...&lt;br /&gt;Eu digo... vem ... estou te esperando! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35842812-5316954422137507459?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/5316954422137507459/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=5316954422137507459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/5316954422137507459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/5316954422137507459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/09/lembrando-me-de-ti.html' title='Lembrando-me de ti...'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-5077062378070648883</id><published>2006-09-23T21:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T15:42:08.491+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anda Vóvó</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5340/3159/1600/200173393-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5340/3159/320/200173393-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Primeiro,&lt;br /&gt;Foste abençoada com a dádiva da maternidade,&lt;br /&gt;Poético estado que inspira meiguice,&lt;br /&gt;Não é mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;Pois sim!&lt;br /&gt;Muita, muita meiguice.&lt;br /&gt;Momentos volvidos,&lt;br /&gt;"sim porque de então até agora foram apenas uns momentos"&lt;br /&gt;Já foste agraciada com a dádiva da (avónidade).&lt;br /&gt;Ainda mal balbuciará as primeiras sílabas e zás;&lt;br /&gt;Já estarás a ouvir&lt;br /&gt;“Vóvó".&lt;br /&gt;Vais sentir quão bonitas serão essas primeiras palavritas,&lt;br /&gt;"Anda Vó"&lt;br /&gt;Que seja muito feliz tua "Princesa Rainha".&lt;br /&gt;Sabes,&lt;br /&gt;Ser Avó é ser Mãe duas vezes.&lt;br /&gt;Parabens &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/35842812-5077062378070648883?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/5077062378070648883/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=5077062378070648883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/5077062378070648883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/5077062378070648883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/09/anda-vv.html' title='Anda Vóvó'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-2867350361628515404</id><published>2006-09-22T20:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T15:43:45.594+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Perguntaste-me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5340/3159/1600/atardecer-casal1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5340/3159/400/atardecer-casal1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perguntaste-me se podia esperar.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não me perguntaste se queria.&lt;br /&gt;Te disse: tá bem eu espero!&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sabes porque o dizia,&lt;br /&gt;Porque a ti tudo toléro,&lt;br /&gt;Ou será por tanto te amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudaste trez vezes de ideia.&lt;br /&gt;Outras tantas me iludiste.&lt;br /&gt;Não entendo essa cabeça,&lt;br /&gt;Tanto que tu pediste&lt;br /&gt;Eu bem quero que me esqueça.&lt;br /&gt;Mas tenho a cabeça cheia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este sentimento tão no ar.&lt;br /&gt;Que será isto q'eu sinto,&lt;br /&gt;Esta dor que aperta o peito.&lt;br /&gt;Deve ser um labirinto,&lt;br /&gt;Daqueles que não dão jeito,&lt;br /&gt;Na hora de esperar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu bem devia estar com ela,&lt;br /&gt;Nesta hora de amar.&lt;br /&gt;Hora nobre e caprichosa.&lt;br /&gt;Tempo de saber estar,&lt;br /&gt;Traz espinhos esta rosa.&lt;br /&gt;Tanto q'eu queria tê-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murmurios enlouquecidos&lt;br /&gt;Me atormentam demências,&lt;br /&gt;Dizem-me coisas tristes&lt;br /&gt;De saudades e carências.&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que me fujiste,&lt;br /&gt;ouço isso em meus ouvidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era encontro planeado,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não menos surpreso.&lt;br /&gt;Estava pensando em tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas fiquei tão indefeso,&lt;br /&gt;Tão apavido, quedo e mudo.&lt;br /&gt;Que me sinto transtornado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque será que sou assim.&lt;br /&gt;gostava de ser diferente,&lt;br /&gt;saber esperar com calma.&lt;br /&gt;deixo o forno mais quente,&lt;br /&gt;ponho a ferver a alma,&lt;br /&gt;fico fora de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora já tou mais calmo,&lt;br /&gt;Tive desabafando.&lt;br /&gt;Uma amiga se condoeu,&lt;br /&gt;Deu conselho procurando&lt;br /&gt;que fosse o que fosse, fosse eu,&lt;br /&gt;que tempo teria, p'ou salmo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35842812-2867350361628515404?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/2867350361628515404/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=2867350361628515404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/2867350361628515404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/2867350361628515404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/09/perguntaste-me.html' title='Perguntaste-me...'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-1871147277993754789</id><published>2006-09-21T12:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T01:57:39.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinzas de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2812/4375/1600/74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2812/4375/320/74.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já não tem nome o que sinto&lt;br /&gt;Parece agonia sem causa&lt;br /&gt;Um grito nascendo d'alma&lt;br /&gt;Dizendo que o amor já é findo&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Meu sonho evaporou-se&lt;br /&gt;O sentimento morreu&lt;br /&gt;Em nuvens esvaneceu-se&lt;br /&gt;Por um capricho só seu&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Não sei porque um dia amei&lt;br /&gt;Se meu coração avisou&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo em que acreditei&lt;br /&gt;Sempre me desapontou&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Teimoso meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Acreditou em seu amor&lt;br /&gt;E entregou-se á paixão&lt;br /&gt;Que me causou tanta dor&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Apora só quero esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Desse sonho que acabou&lt;br /&gt;E das cinzas reerguer&lt;br /&gt;Com a força que me restou!&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/35842812-1871147277993754789?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/1871147277993754789/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=1871147277993754789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/1871147277993754789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/1871147277993754789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/09/cinzas-de-amor.html' title='Cinzas de amor'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-3549808974575105307</id><published>2006-09-21T04:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T15:45:41.621+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Teu cheiro a mel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5340/3159/1600/1121952cid_018b01c5bd33$023310d0$0501010a@graal1124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5340/3159/400/1121952cid_018b01c5bd33%24023310d0%240501010a%40graal1124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero sentir teu perfume&lt;br /&gt;Sentir todo o teu calor&lt;br /&gt;Teus desejos mais profundos&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma agora transborda.&lt;br /&gt;de desejo e paixão,&lt;br /&gt;me perco nos teus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;no teu cheiro meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentir teu perfume&lt;br /&gt;Todo êxtase meu amor&lt;br /&gt;A paixão já me consome&lt;br /&gt;Enlouquece minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Estou morrendo de amor&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentir teu perfume&lt;br /&gt;De morangos, de mel, de rosas&lt;br /&gt;De tudo que me leva a crer&lt;br /&gt;que quando estivermos juntos&lt;br /&gt;Nada pode nos conter...&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentir teu perfume&lt;br /&gt;De vinho e bem querer&lt;br /&gt;De tudo que podemos ter&lt;br /&gt;Então venha,&lt;br /&gt;mas venha p'ra mim&lt;br /&gt;Venha de alma lavada,&lt;br /&gt;com o corpo molhado&lt;br /&gt;Banhando o corpo meu...&lt;br /&gt;E quando tão loucos já extasiados&lt;br /&gt;Então sinta meu amor,&lt;br /&gt;o perfume meu !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/35842812-3549808974575105307?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/3549808974575105307/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=3549808974575105307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/3549808974575105307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/3549808974575105307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/09/teu-cheiro-mel.html' title='Teu cheiro a mel'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-7928707002862040462</id><published>2006-09-20T23:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T17:00:41.265+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In-lóquo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3051/4199/1600/283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3051/4199/320/283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te queria aqui e agora por perto&lt;br /&gt;para ter teu cheiro eternamente,&lt;br /&gt;para te amar mais profundamente,&lt;br /&gt;como um animal em cio.&lt;br /&gt;Devotar-te todo o meu brio.&lt;br /&gt;Me deixa dizer-te ao ouvido,&lt;br /&gt;o quanto te quero,&lt;br /&gt;sentir que te mereço,&lt;br /&gt;te explorar do avesso,&lt;br /&gt;Te amar mais uma vez como se fosse a ultima.&lt;br /&gt;Anda p'ra mim, me faz sentir culpado,&lt;br /&gt;me conta que sou amado.&lt;br /&gt;Esquece as palavras e me devota&lt;br /&gt;te quero dar mais uma volta.&lt;br /&gt;Me chama, me diz,&lt;br /&gt;faz de mim um aprendiz.&lt;br /&gt;Quero ter teu corpo por inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;Tua alma me seduz&lt;br /&gt;e teu perfume, esse olha, vê ao que me reduz,&lt;br /&gt;um ser apaixonado que verseja,&lt;br /&gt;que ama como quem beija.&lt;br /&gt;Te quero dizer ao ouvido,&lt;br /&gt;anda vem fazer amor comigo&lt;br /&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/35842812-7928707002862040462?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/7928707002862040462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=7928707002862040462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/7928707002862040462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/7928707002862040462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-lquo.html' title='In-lóquo'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-788156472931207594</id><published>2006-09-18T18:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T22:16:43.997+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Noites e dias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2812/4375/1600/divtab40.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2812/4375/320/divtab40.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5340/3159/1600/noitedeamor.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5340/3159/400/noitedeamor.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dias vividos,&lt;br /&gt;momentos sofridos,&lt;br /&gt;em noites de desejo...&lt;br /&gt;Sem qualquer pejo,&lt;br /&gt;para o amor&lt;br /&gt;estou sempre pronto,&lt;br /&gt;se nua te encontro...&lt;br /&gt;Nossos corpos colados,&lt;br /&gt;nossos desejos saciados...&lt;br /&gt;Com o corpo satisfeito,&lt;br /&gt;beijo-te o peito...&lt;br /&gt;Numa ânsia louca,&lt;br /&gt;procuro tua boca...&lt;br /&gt;Em mútua doação,&lt;br /&gt;aplacamos nosso tesão...&lt;br /&gt;Antes, em ânsias sofridas,&lt;br /&gt;por paixões não resolvidas...&lt;br /&gt;Eram corações sofredores&lt;br /&gt;por causa de dores&lt;br /&gt;de um amor não compreendido,&lt;br /&gt;um amor mal vivido...&lt;br /&gt;Para os desejos aplacar,&lt;br /&gt;e a sede de amor saciar,&lt;br /&gt;apenas temos que nos amar...&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/35842812-788156472931207594?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/788156472931207594/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=788156472931207594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/788156472931207594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/788156472931207594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/09/noites-e-dias.html' title='Noites e dias'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-3660191916716012811</id><published>2006-09-15T22:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T15:13:44.345+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar-te ou te amar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3051/4199/1600/beijo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3051/4199/320/beijo.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um lugar no coração&lt;br /&gt;Existe um lugar no meu coração que insiste em querer apenas o teu carinho.&lt;br /&gt;Por maior que ele seja, o seu espaço destinado ao amor é só teu,&lt;br /&gt;e eu nada posso fazer para mudar esse sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;tu entras-te de uma maneira tão suave, tão branda na minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;que acabou preenchendo os espaços, sem me deixar opção para escolher.&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei entre te amar ou amar-te.&lt;br /&gt;Resolvi amar-te.&lt;br /&gt;Amar-te é entregar todos os meus sonhos e dividi-los contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Amar-te é pegar os teus sonhos e dividi-los comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Amar-te é ansiar por tua volta, e mesmo longe sentir a presença.&lt;br /&gt;Amar-te é respeitar o teu silêncio, com a certeza de que estou dentro dele.&lt;br /&gt;Amar-te é deixar-te livre para ir, voltar e estar sempre aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Amar-te é o respeito por teus ideais, é a compreensão que dividimos até naquilo que não concordamos.&lt;br /&gt;Amar-te é mais profundo que simplesmente te amar.&lt;br /&gt;Amar-te é todo um compromisso, é toda uma entrega.&lt;br /&gt;Amar-te é vida, é emoção, é desejo, é cumplicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Amar-te é a certeza de que o tempo vai passar,&lt;br /&gt;as emoções vão se modificar,&lt;br /&gt;mas eu vou continuar a amar-te,&lt;br /&gt;amar-te é uma razão que não vem apenas da emoção,&lt;br /&gt;mas da certeza de que somos cúmplices desse amor que ultrapassa os limites da paixão.&lt;br /&gt;Nesse dia especial, quero amar-te com mais intensidade, simplesmente dizendo: eu te amo! &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/35842812-3660191916716012811?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/3660191916716012811/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=3660191916716012811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/3660191916716012811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/3660191916716012811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/09/amar-te-ou-te-amar.html' title='Amar-te ou te amar...'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-8543282855682647612</id><published>2006-09-15T14:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T15:27:03.352+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Voraz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5340/3159/1600/1121952mage2tag_lina_46782580.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5340/3159/320/1121952mage2tag_lina_46782580.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah, quando na noite eu te encontrar,&lt;br /&gt;Os desejos mais secretos logo irão se revelar...&lt;br /&gt;E p'ra início de conversa quero de ti um beijo ousado!&lt;br /&gt;Te sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Tal qual uma onça voraz, na parede acuar ...&lt;br /&gt;Em teus cabelos quero me emaranhar...&lt;br /&gt;O território do teu corpo desvendar eu vou,&lt;br /&gt;Demarcar com meus beijos cada curva que encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;Degustar a tua pele e teu cheiro ...&lt;br /&gt;Os teus gemidos felinos eu não pretendo abafar...&lt;br /&gt;Quero rasgar a tua roupa e encostar em teu corpo ...&lt;br /&gt;Sentir-te gemer , tremer e arrepiar...&lt;br /&gt;Quero mesmo é te ver aflita e pedindo pra eu não parar.&lt;br /&gt;Pedindo p'ra em teu corpo cavalgar...&lt;br /&gt;Subir e descer vales e montanhas sem pressa de voltar. &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/35842812-8543282855682647612?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/8543282855682647612/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=8543282855682647612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/8543282855682647612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/8543282855682647612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/09/voraz.html' title='Voraz'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-763852540604183143</id><published>2006-09-15T12:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T01:51:44.367+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2812/4375/1600/1%20%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2812/4375/320/1%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentimento Saudade &lt;br /&gt;Saudade é um sentimento muito estranho... &lt;br /&gt;Nasce de repente, sem que sequer percebamos... &lt;br /&gt;Quando nos damos conta, estamos tomados por ele... &lt;br /&gt;Por mais que façamos força, não conseguimos nos livrar. &lt;br /&gt;Saudade é uma palavra que só existe &lt;br /&gt;em nosso dicionário...E sinceramente acho que não &lt;br /&gt;deveria existir...Talvez assim não sentíssemos &lt;br /&gt;tantas saudades...Talvez sentíssemos falta de &lt;br /&gt;alguém e só... Mas simplesmente sentir falta &lt;br /&gt;não exprime o que sinto...Meu coração está triste &lt;br /&gt;e deprimido...Sentindo-se absolutamente &lt;br /&gt;abandonado...Como se estivesse morrendo... &lt;br /&gt;É isso, devo estar "morrendo de saudades"... &lt;br /&gt;Por favor, me ajudem! Matem essa saudade... &lt;br /&gt;Antes que ela me mate!&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/35842812-763852540604183143?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/763852540604183143/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=763852540604183143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/763852540604183143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/763852540604183143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/09/saudades.html' title='Saudades'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-7954574729966044575</id><published>2006-09-14T22:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T16:53:50.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O fundo do meu olhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5340/3159/1600/1121952rianne2211121221400.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 409px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="241" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5340/3159/320/1121952rianne2211121221400.png" width="419" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O fundo do meu olhar tem a melancolia &lt;br /&gt;do poeta que liberta os seus sentimentos &lt;br /&gt;Nos versos, e seus próprios pensamentos &lt;br /&gt;Fingindo na atroz dor a sua eterna alegria&lt;br /&gt;O fundo do meu olhar guarda mil segredos &lt;br /&gt;Das dores e das punhaladas sempre sofridas&lt;br /&gt;Das mil chagas abertas em muitas feridas&lt;br /&gt;Mas mostra também a superação dos medos &lt;br /&gt;Meu olhar tem a paz da tranqüila consciência &lt;br /&gt;do sono bem-aventurado das noites calmas&lt;br /&gt;carrega ainda as marcas da covarde violência &lt;br /&gt;De quem nas brumas se esconde fingindo calma&lt;br /&gt;usando outras bocas para espalhar a virulência &lt;br /&gt;que na sua pútrida alma diariamente se espalma&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/35842812-7954574729966044575?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/7954574729966044575/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=7954574729966044575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/7954574729966044575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/7954574729966044575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/09/o-fundo-do-meu-olhar.html' title='O fundo do meu olhar'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-5400781769191736668</id><published>2006-09-14T21:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T03:38:43.624Z</updated><title type='text'>Te ofereço uma flor.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2812/4375/1600/avisse_flower_love.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2812/4375/320/avisse_flower_love.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......... , . - . - , _ ,.......Esta&lt;br /&gt;......... ) ` - . .&gt; ' `(......precisa&lt;br /&gt;........ / . . . .`\ . . \.....de cuidados&lt;br /&gt;........ . . . . .. . ..........como tudo&lt;br /&gt;......... \ . . . ./ . ./......na vida&lt;br /&gt;............ `=(\ /.=` .......trata-a bem&lt;br /&gt;............. `-;`.-' ..........para que&lt;br /&gt;................ _.-'..........dure tanto&lt;br /&gt;............. ,_ \_,/.........como o meu&lt;br /&gt;....... , ..... \ .'...........amor por ti&lt;br /&gt;...... \ \ ,. /..............O mesmo&lt;br /&gt;...,..\` /.,Y\,.............acontece&lt;br /&gt;... '-...'-._..\/.............no mundo&lt;br /&gt;......... &gt;_.-`Y............relacional&lt;br /&gt;.............. ,_.............cuidar&lt;br /&gt;................ \.............faz a&lt;br /&gt;................. ............diferença&lt;br /&gt;................. ............Te desejo&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos, te adoro....um bom dia&lt;br /&gt;Estarás sempre no meu coração Patareca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35842812-5400781769191736668?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/5400781769191736668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=5400781769191736668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3051/4199/400/1121952embrando_de_voce1648.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu invento imagino, te desejo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e viajo nas galáxias dos meus sonhos, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;te quero com um amor sincero e puro, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas dentro do teu corpo que eu me ponho. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quantas vezes te dispo, depois lambo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vou dobrando as esquinas dos gemidos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e esgarças tuas coxas me ofertando &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teu cheiro que me deixa enlouquecido. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É bom nadar em cima do teu corpo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lamber o teu suor, beijar-te a boca... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;virar com a língua o sexo pelo avesso &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pra ver o teu olhar de ninfa louca. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas é dentro de ti que eu me derreto, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nós dois num só nirvana de paixão &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e enquanto descansamos nossa fome &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;te beijo com o olhar da solidão. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sonho meu amor, sonho contigo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dormindo ou acordado eu te reclamo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas dentro da distância destes versos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu tento demonstrar o quanto te amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/35842812-4484647580458604003?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/4484647580458604003/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=4484647580458604003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/4484647580458604003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/4484647580458604003'/><link rel='alternate' 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mais palavras... &lt;br /&gt;Nenhuma maneira de falar, &lt;br /&gt;Eu ainda poderia ouvir-vos... &lt;br /&gt;Se não houvesse mais lágrimas... &lt;br /&gt;Para expressar minha saudade, &lt;br /&gt;Eu ainda sentiria vossa falta... &lt;br /&gt;E mesmo que o Sol se recuse a brilhar... &lt;br /&gt;E mesmo que uma poesia não rimar, &lt;br /&gt;Vós tereis meu coração até o fim dos tempos... &lt;br /&gt;Toda minha vida, eu tenho esperado &lt;br /&gt;por tudo o que vós fazeis por mim... &lt;br /&gt;Vós tendes aberto meus olhos &lt;br /&gt;E mostrado como amar sem egoísmo... &lt;br /&gt;Eu sonhei com isso milhares de vezes, &lt;br /&gt;Antes em meus sonhos não imaginava &lt;br /&gt;Que poderia vos amar tanto assim. &lt;br /&gt;Eu lhes darei meu coração até o fim &lt;br /&gt;Vocês são tudo que eu preciso, &lt;br /&gt;meus amores, meus amados! &lt;br /&gt;E mesmo que o Sol se recuse a brilhar... &lt;br /&gt;E que as estrelas se recusem a noite iluminar... &lt;br /&gt;Vocês ainda teriam meu coração, &lt;br /&gt;para sempre, sempre... &lt;br /&gt;Porque tudo o que eu preciso é de vós, &lt;br /&gt;Vocês são tudo o que eu quero, &lt;br /&gt;meus queridos! &lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre irei vos amar! &lt;br /&gt;Meus filhos&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/35842812-6210029283773977273?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/6210029283773977273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=6210029283773977273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/6210029283773977273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/6210029283773977273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/09/se.html' title='Se...'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-8409214543575552708</id><published>2006-09-06T13:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T13:33:28.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Socorro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2812/4375/1600/rulerbottom.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2812/4375/320/rulerbottom.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/8409214543575552708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/09/socorro.html' title='Socorro'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-1421618402949145171</id><published>2006-09-04T19:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T13:08:15.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Solto o grito de dentro de mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2812/4375/1600/sos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2812/4375/400/sos.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Solto o grito guardado e sufocado dentro de mim, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não quero mais ser prisioneiro dessa emoção, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E rasgo minha fantasia de alegria, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Destruo os meus frágeis castelos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apago meus coloridos sonhos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esquecendo as inúteis ilusões, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desnudo a minha alma machucada, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cansada de buscar o que jamais irá alcançar, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dispo essa máscara de poeta sonhador, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que pensa poder dominar a dor, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E transforma-la em amor, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rasgo o papel manchado pelas lágrimas, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Misturo as palavras que não fazem mais sentido, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E perco as letras que fogem de mim, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desfaço então meus versos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na esperança de esquecer minha história, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E apagar esse sentimento tão louco de dentro de mim, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que cegou meus olhos para a realidade, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abriu as portas do meu tolo coração, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fazendo-me entregar-me a uma insensata paixão, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fui presenteado com esse gritante silêncio, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que me fez ouvir finalmente a voz da razão, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo não passou de uma triste e cruel ilusão...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e6e6e6;"&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/35842812-1421618402949145171?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-3846376625994428695</id><published>2006-09-02T03:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T15:40:05.593Z</updated><title type='text'>Coração...Coração!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5340/3159/1600/1121952oracao13459.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5340/3159/320/1121952oracao13459.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah! Coração... Coração&lt;br /&gt;Coração em sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;porque ânseias no momento&lt;br /&gt;desfazer esta ilusão&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;sonhos desfeitos é dor&lt;br /&gt;carinhos é sentimento,&lt;br /&gt;só aguça o sofrimento,&lt;br /&gt;o espinho não traz a flor!&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;Aguenta forte a batida&lt;br /&gt;pois nada há de mais triste&lt;br /&gt;que saber que não resiste&lt;br /&gt;ao abrir de nova f'rida.&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;O martírio causado p'la dor&lt;br /&gt;lhe corrói os sentimentos..&lt;br /&gt;ó amarguras, desalentos.&lt;br /&gt;pelas lembranças de amor...&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;Já que nada pode acalentá-lo&lt;br /&gt;dos sofrimentos e desta dor. . .&lt;br /&gt;deste penar p'la falta de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Sem prisões, é segurá-lo!&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;Amargo, amargo existir&lt;br /&gt;e viver acorrentado&lt;br /&gt;preso a passado, passado&lt;br /&gt;e nada mais aprovir... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conversei com a lua! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Durante horas nos fitamos e fizemos as pazes!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por muito tempo estivemos de relações cortadas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não me permitia testemunha para uma dor de amor!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu a senti muito perto de mim! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorriu-me e eu sorri p'ra ela.. .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De repente, tornou-se mais reluzente e escondeu-se atrás das nuvens. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então, adormeci!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nos meus sonhos ela desceu do céu e recostou-se à minha janela. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acomodou-se e me contou segredos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falou-me de sua solidão e de como queria ser luz, não só reflexo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em meio aos nossos queixumes, entendemo-nos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixamos de lado as tristezas e fizemos um pacto: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela não me permitiria sofrer sem estar por perto. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se tal sucedesse ela brilharia mais, me faria adormecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e sonhar tal qual um dia, na areia, bem junto ao mar!... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/35842812-3872337957127556967?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/3872337957127556967/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=3872337957127556967&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2812/4375/400/pens15.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;solidão às vezes nos trás desejos...&lt;br /&gt;algumas vezes sinto vontade de fugir...&lt;br /&gt;talvez em busca do nada...&lt;br /&gt;talvez em busca de um novo amanhecer...&lt;br /&gt;algumas vezes sonho com teu colo...&lt;br /&gt;com teus beijos...&lt;br /&gt;com o calor amigo de um carinho...&lt;br /&gt;algumas vezes sinto-me capaz de tentar novamente...&lt;br /&gt;outras há em que me sinto incapaz de voltar a amar...&lt;br /&gt;algumas vezes fecho os olhos e tento encontrar teus braços&lt;br /&gt;apenas para amparar minha solidão...&lt;br /&gt;algumas vezes queria apenas ter coragem&lt;br /&gt;e sair rumo a uma viagem&lt;br /&gt;em destino pegar tua mão e apenas no silencio gritar: vem....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35842812-6714857188490072024?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/6714857188490072024/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=6714857188490072024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/6714857188490072024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/6714857188490072024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/08/solido-s-vezes.html' title='A solidão ás vezes'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-176154644510749266</id><published>2006-08-31T11:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T22:53:28.229+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não sei perder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5340/3159/1600/beijo.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5340/3159/400/beijo.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sair de mim, me deixar vagar pelo espaço, sem ter onde parar.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez deitar numa nuvem, sentir sua maciez,&lt;br /&gt;me sentir envolvido como se fosse uma espuma a me acariciar.&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer tudo, passar a borracha na mente,&lt;br /&gt;apagar a luz do refletor que projeta, a reprise do filme que já vi,&lt;br /&gt;me machucou, me marcou, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;me fez sentir a vontade de sair de mim, de voltar diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Voltar sem sentidos, sem alma, sem carências,&lt;br /&gt;sem mente, sem borracha, sem filme.&lt;br /&gt;Insensível a tudo!&lt;br /&gt;Sem cicatrizes, sem dores, sem rancores,&lt;br /&gt;assistindo a tudo sem mágoas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sem ser atingido nesta vida sem vida!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje me sinto perdido, sem rumo&lt;br /&gt;minh'alma abafa. ando sem sentido,&lt;br /&gt;sinto que mais uma vez, perdi a batalha.&lt;br /&gt;algo se foi, agora sem santo que me valha,&lt;br /&gt;só me resta aguardar e esperar c'um'acendalha&lt;br /&gt;faça luz p'ra me amar&lt;br /&gt;Que eu morra a cada dia cada noite ao me deitar&lt;br /&gt;eu sinta a cama vazia ...eu por ela, ó meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;dor tamanha esta que sinto&lt;br /&gt;por uma patranha porque diz que minto&lt;br /&gt;óh... meu destino meu perder, sentir já findo&lt;br /&gt;algo que nem começou&lt;br /&gt;definitivamente eu não sei perder!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/35842812-176154644510749266?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/176154644510749266/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=176154644510749266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2812/4375/400/desenho.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                            Sou assim &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diferente de tudo e de todos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uns vêem o mundo por fora &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu o vejo por dentro &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O amor e a vida podem ser vistos com os olhos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu os vejo com sensibilidade &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por isso sou diferente &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entendo o que os outros não entendem &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entendo porque as pessoas são diferentes de mim &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aguento a ira, a raiva o chicote no lombo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei que não tenho razão, mas sei que estou certo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estou sempre no lugar errado, falando com a pessoa errada &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas sempre estarei próximo do meu próximo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou diferente porque tenho sonhos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passo as horas de ócio com coisas simples &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por serem importantes, ao meu ver...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Supero o riso, o escárnio, a raiva , o deboche &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei que são próprios do comum &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas supero por ter consciência da minha diferença &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou diferente porque tenho dentro de mim &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O enfermo, os doentes, os homossexuais, os bonitos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os feios, os excepcionais, os gordos, os magros &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enfim os outros. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou feliz mesmo que não me entendam. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou feliz dentro do meu mundo diferente. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Sou agnóstico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Porque creio em Deus e não nas religiões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Obrigado senhor por ser assim, diferente.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/35842812-5484392368131330010?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/5484392368131330010/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=5484392368131330010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/5484392368131330010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/5484392368131330010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/08/sou-assim.html' title='Sou assim'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-6559546639164628263</id><published>2006-08-23T02:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T13:25:11.420+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero que saibas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5340/3159/1600/Mwwaauch%20(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="253" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5340/3159/400/Mwwaauch%20%283%29.jpg" width="351" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero que saibas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que eu não sou o que sou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;por um simples acaso do destino.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que saibas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que o acaso não temperou a minha existência&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as minhas conquistas, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tão pouco as minha perdas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saibas por fim... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que sou o que me apresento, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fruto de meus méritos e de meus erros... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que és fruto de meus sonhos e delírios&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que vives em minha imaginação e sonhos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E quando te transmutas em ser real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;És a melhor das melhores &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A única, a verdadeira, a mais perfeita &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Das Mulheres do Universo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois és meus erros e acertos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minha noite e meu sol &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minha vida, minha morte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minha sina, minha sorte &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu destino, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu único e verdadeiro amor! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero agradecer a todos os meus amigos pelo carinho enorme que venho&lt;br /&gt;recebendo em meu blog esse presente é para vocês meus amados amigos&lt;br /&gt;que tanto amor me dão, obrigado. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-: georgia;color:#ffccff;" &gt;Quero que saibas: Teu comentário ilumina o meu dia!!!&lt;/span&gt;&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/35842812-6559546639164628263?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/6559546639164628263/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=6559546639164628263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/6559546639164628263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/6559546639164628263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/08/quero-que-saibas.html' title='Quero que saibas'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-7871872771095380878</id><published>2006-08-22T22:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T23:04:53.099+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Solidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5340/3159/1600/320.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5340/3159/320/320.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentado em minha sala...&lt;br /&gt;Perdido em meus pensamentos...&lt;br /&gt;Para onde irão?&lt;br /&gt;Para onde irei?&lt;br /&gt;Solidão enorme me invade&lt;br /&gt;Como sentir-se só quando a temos como nossa companheira?&lt;br /&gt;Eterna companheira, vai mas sempre retorna,&lt;br /&gt;E bate em nossas costas e nos diz:&lt;br /&gt;-Pensou que te abandonaria?&lt;br /&gt;Jamais...&lt;br /&gt;Ela se mostra da maneira mais matreira,&lt;br /&gt;Um icq vazio, uma tela em branco...&lt;br /&gt;Um telefone que jamais toca...&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite que não passa...&lt;br /&gt;É essa minha amiga e companheira Solidão!&lt;br /&gt;Um copo abandonado de cerveja,&lt;br /&gt;sozinho num canto da mesa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Solidão é abstêmia!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tão sem gracinha ela....&lt;br /&gt;Mas é companheira, isso é!&lt;br /&gt;Esta sempre disponível!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ela abriu minha agenda em cima da escrivaninha:&lt;br /&gt;Olha ai, vamos sair com esse povo?&lt;br /&gt;Eu olho com carinho para ela e digo:&lt;br /&gt;-Para quê, minha querida....&lt;br /&gt;Só você vai se divertir,&lt;br /&gt;Pois irá continuar lá, ao meu lado, firme!&lt;br /&gt;Tanto faz lá, como aqui com você,&lt;br /&gt;Minha amiga Solidão...&lt;br /&gt;Melhor aqui...&lt;br /&gt;Assim ao menos você, minha querida amiga,&lt;br /&gt;Conversa comigo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/35842812-7871872771095380878?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/7871872771095380878/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=7871872771095380878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/7871872771095380878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu quero...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah! como eu quero sentir o teu corpo inteiro &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sentir no teu beijo a sensação de te amar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu quero... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;me abraçar aos teus cabelos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;inebriar-me com teu cheiro de amor e de paixão. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu quero... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;na imensidade vasculhar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e no teu corpo encontrar amor e oblação. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu quero... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentir o desejo se esvaindo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e num beijo molhado se cumprindo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;em afagos loucos de sedução. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu quero... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentir por uns instantes meu peito bater forte...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;com intensidade de alegria &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e vaidade num doce amanhecer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu quero...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viver este momento de amor, plenitude &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sentimento e deixar acontecer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tu não me sais do pensamento &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu quero...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te querer, pois eu amo amar-te.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35842812-6457085684602770085?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/6457085684602770085/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=6457085684602770085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2812/4375/400/previewkk.0.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encanta-me da maneira que tu quiseres, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;como tu souberes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encanta-me para que eu possa me dar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encanta-me nos mínimos detalhes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saiba-me me sorrir,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aquele sorriso malicioso e gostoso, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;inocente e carente. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encanta-me com tuas mãos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gesticula quando for preciso, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;toca-me, quero correr esse risco. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acarinha-me se quiseres,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vou fingir que não entendo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que nem queria esse momento. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encanta-me com teus olhos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me olha profundo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas só por um segundo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;despois desvia o teu olhar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;como se o meu olhar, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não tivesse conseguido te encantar... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e então, volta a me fitar, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tão profundamente, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que eu fique perdido sem saber o que falar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encanta-me com tuas palavras,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fala-me dos teus sonhos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dos teus prazeres, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;conta-me segredos, sem medos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e depois diz-me que eu te encantei, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pode até não ser verdade, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas faz-me acreditar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu vou gostar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encanta-me com serenidade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas não te esqueças, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;também tem que ser com simplicidade, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não pode haver maldade. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encanta-me com uma certa calma,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não tenhas pressa,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tenta entender a minha alma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encanta-me como fizeste com o primeiro namorado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sem subterfúgios, sem cálculos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sem dúvidas, com certezas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encanta-me na calada da madrugada, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;na luz do sol ou em baixo da chuva. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encanta-me sem dizer nada, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ou até dizendo tudo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorrindo ou chorando, triste ou alegre... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas encanta-me de verdade, com vontade ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que depois, eu te confesso que me apaixonei &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e prometo te encantar todos os dias, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do resto das nossas vidas!&lt;/em&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/35842812-7001034264390413948?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/7001034264390413948/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=7001034264390413948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/7001034264390413948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/7001034264390413948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/08/encanta-me.html' title='Encanta-me'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-5976308642186641791</id><published>2006-08-14T04:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T23:31:10.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alguém que eu amo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5340/3159/1600/199.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5340/3159/320/199.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alguem que eu amo, me pediu um dia&lt;br /&gt;Que eu falasse de orvalho, de chuva e ventania&lt;br /&gt;Expliquei que eu não escolho tema pra poesia&lt;br /&gt;É o tema que me escolhe, assim à revelia&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho controle do que ocorre então&lt;br /&gt;Será que é isto que chamam de "inspiração"&lt;br /&gt;Que chega de repente, não deixando opção&lt;br /&gt;Como se algo estivesse a guiar a nossa mão?&lt;br /&gt;Mas se eu tenho que falar do orvalho matutino&lt;br /&gt;Eu diria que o orvalho é noturno pranto divino&lt;br /&gt;Para encher de encanto os olho humano&lt;br /&gt;Ante o "diamante"refletindo o sol soberano.&lt;br /&gt;E se eu tenho que falar de chuva mansa no beiral&lt;br /&gt;Eu diria que a chuva é som seleste, cantiga divinal&lt;br /&gt;Evocando infância, histórias, pipocas, aconchegos&lt;br /&gt;Meu pai, minha mãe...na doce infância dos meus enlevos.&lt;br /&gt;E se eu tenho que falar do vento que assobia&lt;br /&gt;Eu diria que o vento é soturna melodia&lt;br /&gt;Como se a natureza bradasse de melancolia&lt;br /&gt;Ou como se eu suspirasse por Ele ... de nostalgia!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/35842812-5976308642186641791?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/5976308642186641791/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=5976308642186641791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/5976308642186641791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/5976308642186641791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/08/algum-que-eu-amo.html' title='Alguém que eu amo'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-1488725559686880663</id><published>2006-07-22T10:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T23:34:25.927+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sei de um lugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5340/3159/1600/226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5340/3159/320/226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei de um lugar!&lt;br /&gt;um lugar encantado onde me sento...&lt;br /&gt;Sei de um lugar!&lt;br /&gt;onde á noite contemplo o luar...&lt;br /&gt;Sei de um lugar!&lt;br /&gt;um lugar só meu onde a lua se deita...&lt;br /&gt;Sei de um lugar!&lt;br /&gt;onde a água namora a rocha...&lt;br /&gt;Sei de um lugar!&lt;br /&gt;onde eu penso em ti...&lt;br /&gt;Sei de um lugar!&lt;br /&gt;um lugar encantado que cabe em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Sei de um lugar!&lt;br /&gt;Que em ti cabe na palma da mão.&lt;br /&gt;Sei de um lugar!&lt;br /&gt;lugar tão belo que não sei descreve-lo...&lt;br /&gt;Sei de um lugar!&lt;br /&gt;que cabe em ti e eu nele...&lt;br /&gt;Sei de um lugar!&lt;br /&gt;onde a imaginação manda...&lt;br /&gt;Sei de um lugar!&lt;br /&gt;minha amiga, sei de um lugar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/35842812-1488725559686880663?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/1488725559686880663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=1488725559686880663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/1488725559686880663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/1488725559686880663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/07/sei-de-um-lugar.html' title='Sei de um lugar'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-359090828406013982</id><published>2006-07-13T22:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T23:03:08.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2812/4375/1600/egg_vol_s.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2812/4375/320/egg_vol_s.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foi tudo tão repentino,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tão subtilmente planejado, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que a princípio nada senti quando resolveu partir. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depois de muito tempo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a verdade...,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o despertar dos sonhos dourados. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conviver com a realidade de uma fatalidade, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;morrer a cada dia por uma causa, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;creio que já não adianta fazer mais nada, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;minhas forças não reagem,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;em mim só existe saudade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como sinal de quem perdeu, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;os olhos marejaram, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o desespero tomou conta do que restou da razão. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sei se vou suportar, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o que a extensão de uma ausência promete entregar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nem como superar a existência de um vazio. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E agora, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;como enganar meu coração, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;se fui o primeiro que acreditou no amor?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como dizer que tudo vai dar certo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;se os momentos que virão serão incertos? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/35842812-359090828406013982?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/359090828406013982/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=359090828406013982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/359090828406013982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/359090828406013982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/07/momentos.html' title='Momentos'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-5927921480368288963</id><published>2006-07-12T23:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T00:12:06.602+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Procurando-te</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2812/4375/1600/vvvv.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2812/4375/320/vvvv.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Procurando-te! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje tenho a dimensão exata deste meu sonhar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;com lembranças alegres, sofridas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;angustiadas dentro do meu coração &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;existe recordações de uma vida vivida nas emoções... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Divagando sempre a procura &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do teu melhor sorriso ou afago &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;meu querer não quer lembranças &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;procura o hoje, agora, sempre. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nas noites mal dormidas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; a respiração do amor ao lado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; corpo solto na entrega das seduções.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; O dia que vem com luminosidade &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;flores e amores colhidas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;com o orvalho que cai na solidão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; só tua presença me faz entender &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vida que consome, horas em segundos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para meus pensamentos te alcançarem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; te amo com a intensidade da vida &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;procurando-te!&lt;/em&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/35842812-5927921480368288963?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/5927921480368288963/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=5927921480368288963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/5927921480368288963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/5927921480368288963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/07/procurando-te.html' title='Procurando-te'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-4382330430159549514</id><published>2006-07-11T00:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T12:09:09.764+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida ás vezes nos pega</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5340/3159/1600/FerGi[1].0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5340/3159/320/FerGi%5B1%5D.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vida as vezes nos pega de surpresa...&lt;br /&gt;De repente vem uma tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;Que não da para explicar...&lt;br /&gt;Uma angustia, uma vontade de chorar...&lt;br /&gt;Só nos resta suplicar,&lt;br /&gt;Que coloque em nossa vida um outro amor...&lt;br /&gt;Mas um amor verdadeiro.&lt;br /&gt;De coração guerreiro...&lt;br /&gt;Para lutar por seu coracão...&lt;br /&gt;Um amor que não seja apenas paixão...&lt;br /&gt;Mas que entenda a razão,&lt;br /&gt;De amar e ser amado...&lt;br /&gt;Pois quando se esta apaixonado...&lt;br /&gt;Os pensamentos ficam perdidos,&lt;br /&gt;Fácil de sofrer decepções...&lt;br /&gt;Coracão fica iludido...&lt;br /&gt;E por vezes é partido,&lt;br /&gt;Abandonado e sofrido&lt;br /&gt;E largado na escuridão...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/35842812-4382330430159549514?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/4382330430159549514/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=4382330430159549514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/4382330430159549514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/4382330430159549514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/07/vida-s-vezes-nos-pega.html' title='A vida ás vezes nos pega'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-3076775415895869943</id><published>2006-07-05T09:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T22:49:11.432+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RlITX7BwowI/AAAAAAAAAII/GW-xUIP2lWo/s1600-h/beijoreal_0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RlITX7BwowI/AAAAAAAAAII/GW-xUIP2lWo/s400/beijoreal_0.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067133832448221954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho sede de amor!&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração anseia por afeto&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo necessita de carinho&lt;br /&gt;Meus lábios ressequidos pedem beijos&lt;br /&gt;O sangue está fervendo em minhas veias&lt;br /&gt;No desejo incontido do amor&lt;br /&gt;Onde está o minha amada que não me atende&lt;br /&gt;Onde está aquela que pode saciar a minha sede?&lt;br /&gt;Quando me tomará nos braços&lt;br /&gt;Me apertará de encontro ao peito&lt;br /&gt;Me cobrirá de beijos ardentes de pecado&lt;br /&gt;Segredando-me aos ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;Palavras que eu sei lindas&lt;br /&gt;Mas nem escuto ao menos?&lt;br /&gt;Vem, querida! Vem, meu amor!&lt;br /&gt;Espero-te com ânsia, com desejo,&lt;br /&gt;Sequioso de teus lábios, de teus beijos&lt;br /&gt;Vem, meu amor, eu vou dizendo sempre&lt;br /&gt;Vem, minha querida, vou repetindo ainda&lt;br /&gt;Por que não me atendes, não me escutas,&lt;br /&gt;Vens saciar esta sede infinda?&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/35842812-3076775415895869943?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/3076775415895869943/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=3076775415895869943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/3076775415895869943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/3076775415895869943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/07/desejo.html' title='Desejo'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RlITX7BwowI/AAAAAAAAAII/GW-xUIP2lWo/s72-c/beijoreal_0.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-971469202127119192</id><published>2006-07-04T18:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T12:44:29.442+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Podia dizer-te...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2812/4375/1600/%3Fs%20vezes.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2812/4375/400/%3Fs%20vezes.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como eu gostaria de poder dizer-te ao ouvido&lt;br /&gt;Assim todas as palavras deixam de fazer sentido&lt;br /&gt;Podia dizer-te, és a minha Luz! Maria&lt;br /&gt;Podia dizer-te, como gosto da tua companhia!&lt;br /&gt;Podia dizer-te, que gosto de falar contigo!&lt;br /&gt;Podia dizer-te, és o meu abrigo!&lt;br /&gt;Podia dizer-te, quero estar contigo!&lt;br /&gt;Podia dizer-te, que espero ansiosamente por aquele dia...&lt;br /&gt;Podia dizer-te, tantas coisas que eu queria!&lt;br /&gt;Podia dizer-te, que estás na minha vida pr`a ficar!&lt;br /&gt;Podia dizer-te, o quanto me custa esperar!&lt;br /&gt;Podia dizer-te, que és aquela por quem eu suspiro!&lt;br /&gt;Podia dizer-te, que és aquela a quem eu tanto quero!&lt;br /&gt;Podia dizer-te, o quanto és o meu bem querer!&lt;br /&gt;Podia dizer-te, que preciso de ti para viver!&lt;br /&gt;Podia dizer-te, que és importante para mim!&lt;br /&gt;Podia dizer-te, tantas coisas... enfim!&lt;br /&gt;Podia dizer-te, o quanto quero ser amado! &lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo isto perde o seu significado!&lt;br /&gt;Podia dizer-te, que é da distância!&lt;br /&gt;Todas as palavras perdem importância!&lt;br /&gt;Se com uma só palavra, resumo o meu sentimento por ti!&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente: «........»!&lt;br /&gt;Podia dizer-te, simplesmente qual era!&lt;br /&gt;Mas não digo, tem paciência, espera!&lt;br /&gt;Podia dizer-te, tantas outras coisas...&lt;br /&gt;Podia dizer-te,Tudo isto ao ouvido! &lt;br /&gt;Mas, qualquer palavra perde o sentido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35842812-971469202127119192?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/971469202127119192/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=971469202127119192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/971469202127119192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/971469202127119192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/07/podia-dizer-te.html' title='Podia dizer-te...'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-3203772129458178537</id><published>2006-06-28T21:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T09:59:45.479Z</updated><title type='text'>Românticos são poucos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2812/4375/1600/a02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2812/4375/400/a02.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Românticos são poucos&lt;br /&gt;Românticos são loucos, &lt;br /&gt;desvairados&lt;br /&gt;Que querem ser o outro&lt;br /&gt;Que pensam que o outro&lt;br /&gt;É o paraíso.&lt;br /&gt;Românticos são lindos&lt;br /&gt;Românticos são limpos &lt;br /&gt;e pirados&lt;br /&gt;Que choram com baladas&lt;br /&gt;Que amam sem vergonha e sem juízo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São tipos populares&lt;br /&gt;Que vivem pelos bares&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo certos vão &lt;br /&gt;pedir perdão&lt;br /&gt;E passam a noite em claro&lt;br /&gt;conhecem o gosto raro&lt;br /&gt;De amar sem medo de outra desilusão&lt;br /&gt;Romântico é uma espécie em extinção&lt;br /&gt;Romântico é uma espécie em extinção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Românticos são poucos&lt;br /&gt;Românticos são loucos, &lt;br /&gt;desvairados&lt;br /&gt;Que querem ser o outro&lt;br /&gt;Que pensam que o outro&lt;br /&gt;É o paraíso.&lt;br /&gt;Românticos são lindos&lt;br /&gt;Românticos são limpos &lt;br /&gt;e pirados&lt;br /&gt;Que choram com baladas&lt;br /&gt;Que amam sem vergonha &lt;br /&gt;e sem juízo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São tipos populares&lt;br /&gt;Que vivem pelos bares&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo certos vão &lt;br /&gt;pedir perdão&lt;br /&gt;E passam a noite em claro&lt;br /&gt;conhecem o gosto raro&lt;br /&gt;De amar sem medo de outra desilusão&lt;br /&gt;Romântico é uma espécie em extinção&lt;br /&gt;Romântico é uma espécie em extinção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Românticos são poucos&lt;br /&gt;Românticos são loucos&lt;br /&gt;Como eu&lt;br /&gt;Românticos são poucos&lt;br /&gt;Românticos são loucos&lt;br /&gt;Como eu&lt;br /&gt;Como nós...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&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/35842812-3203772129458178537?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/3203772129458178537/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=3203772129458178537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/3203772129458178537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/3203772129458178537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/06/romnticos-so-poucos.html' title='Românticos são poucos'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-2291984321916260417</id><published>2006-06-28T03:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T21:39:26.745+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicado a uma amiga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5340/3159/1600/vad.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5340/3159/320/vad.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras de carinho, &lt;br /&gt;são ditas, quando carinho &lt;br /&gt;recebemos... &lt;br /&gt;Se quer ouvi-las, &lt;br /&gt;fale sempre com amor no coração, &lt;br /&gt;sem mágoa ou reclamação... &lt;br /&gt;Se gosta de receber carinho, &lt;br /&gt;o melhor caminho &lt;br /&gt;é sempre faze-lo também... &lt;br /&gt;Dê beijos, &lt;br /&gt;e beijos receberá... &lt;br /&gt;Assim é a amizade, &lt;br /&gt;base para a felicidade... &lt;br /&gt;espalhe carinho e carinho receberá... &lt;br /&gt;Ciúmes, reclamações, queixas... &lt;br /&gt;Pra que faze-las? &lt;br /&gt;só mágoas e tristezas causam... &lt;br /&gt;Viva e deixe viver...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35842812-2291984321916260417?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/2291984321916260417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=2291984321916260417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/2291984321916260417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/2291984321916260417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/06/dedicado-uma-amiga.html' title='Dedicado a uma amiga'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-9127672446223677809</id><published>2006-06-26T21:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T23:54:07.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não é fácil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2812/4375/1600/49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2812/4375/400/49.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é fácil&lt;br /&gt;Não pensar em ti&lt;br /&gt;Não é fácil&lt;br /&gt;É estranho&lt;br /&gt;Não te contar meus planos&lt;br /&gt;Não te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Todo dia de manhã&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu tomo meu café amargo&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso aprender&lt;br /&gt;Não é fácil, não é fácil&lt;br /&gt;Onde tu andarás?&lt;br /&gt;Onde estás tu?&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade eu preciso esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Não é fácil, não é fácil&lt;br /&gt;Todo dia de manhã&lt;br /&gt;O que eu faço&lt;br /&gt;O que posso fazer?&lt;br /&gt;Não é fácil, Não é fácil&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, não consigo esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Não é fácil&lt;br /&gt;É estranho...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35842812-9127672446223677809?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/9127672446223677809/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=9127672446223677809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/9127672446223677809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/9127672446223677809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/06/no-fcil.html' title='Não é fácil'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-1502799730926108549</id><published>2006-06-26T20:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T17:22:08.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não sei de amor senão de não o ter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5340/3159/1600/alasador.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5340/3159/400/alasador.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não sei de amor senão o amor perdido&lt;br /&gt;o amor que só se tem de nunca o ter&lt;br /&gt;procuro em cada corpo o nunca tido&lt;br /&gt;e é esse que não pára de doer.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei de amor senão o amor ferido&lt;br /&gt;de tanto te encontrar e te perder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei de amor senão o não ter tido&lt;br /&gt;teu corpo que não cesso de perder&lt;br /&gt;nem de outro modo sei se tem sentido&lt;br /&gt;este amor que só vive de não ter &lt;br /&gt;o teu corpo que é meu porque perdido&lt;br /&gt;não sei de amor senão esse doer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei de amor senão esse perder&lt;br /&gt;teu corpo tão sem ti e nunca tido&lt;br /&gt;para sempre só meu de nunca o ter&lt;br /&gt;teu corpo que me dói no corpo ferido&lt;br /&gt;onde não deixou nunca de doer&lt;br /&gt;não sei de amor senão o amor perdido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei de amor senão o sem sentido&lt;br /&gt;deste amor que não morre por morrer&lt;br /&gt;o teu corpo tão nu nunca despido&lt;br /&gt;o teu corpo tão vivo de o perder&lt;br /&gt;neste amor que só é de não ter sido&lt;br /&gt;não sei de amor senão esse não ter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei de amor senão o não haver&lt;br /&gt;amor que dure mais do que o nunca tido.&lt;br /&gt;Há um corpo que não pára de doer&lt;br /&gt;só esse é que não morre de tão perdido&lt;br /&gt;só esse é sempre meu de nunca o ser&lt;br /&gt;não sei de amor senão o amor ferido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei de amor senão o tempo ido&lt;br /&gt;em que amor era amor de puro arder&lt;br /&gt;tudo passa mas não o não ter tido&lt;br /&gt;o teu corpo de ser e de não ser&lt;br /&gt;só esse meu por nunca ter ardido&lt;br /&gt;não sei de amor senão esse perder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cintilante na noite um corpo ferido&lt;br /&gt;só nele de o não ter tido eu hei-de arder&lt;br /&gt;não sei de amor senão amor perdido."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35842812-1502799730926108549?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/1502799730926108549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=1502799730926108549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/1502799730926108549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/1502799730926108549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/06/no-sei-de-amor-seno-de-no-o-ter.html' title='Não sei de amor senão de não o ter'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-6502990114183677375</id><published>2006-06-25T19:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T10:05:04.238Z</updated><title type='text'>Preciso esquecer-te</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2812/4375/1600/yyu.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2812/4375/320/yyu.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso esquecer-me de ti,&lt;br /&gt;para deixar de me estacionar tanto em tantas lembranças.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que eu saiba que foi tudo tão lindo,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que jamais eu volte a sentir tanta felicidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso te esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que ao fechar os olhos a única lembrança &lt;br /&gt;que me leva ao longe do infinito és tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho de qualquer maneira deixar de pensar tanto em ti,&lt;br /&gt;deixar de te esperar todas as noites,&lt;br /&gt;e imaginar que vai chegar a qualquer momento&lt;br /&gt;me tirando todas as dúvidas e carências...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso te esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;para não me enlouquecer de tanto amor,&lt;br /&gt;sufocado e abandonado dentro do coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso te esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;porque simplesmente&lt;br /&gt;não tenho mais forças para te amar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35842812-6502990114183677375?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/6502990114183677375/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=6502990114183677375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/6502990114183677375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/6502990114183677375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/06/preciso-esquecer-te.html' title='Preciso esquecer-te'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-9060461692526112888</id><published>2006-06-25T19:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T06:26:09.111+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Na nessecidade de seus carinhos me humilhei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RirxKZmYVlI/AAAAAAAAADM/yia0XL0oS5Q/s1600-h/amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RirxKZmYVlI/AAAAAAAAADM/yia0XL0oS5Q/s320/amor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056118692649653842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na necessidade dos seus carinhos&lt;br /&gt;me humilhei,&lt;br /&gt;esqueci da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;para viver somente o seu mundo.&lt;br /&gt;No desespero de estar te perdendo,&lt;br /&gt;cruzei caminhos difíceis para te&lt;br /&gt;encontrar,&lt;br /&gt;não tive medo de nada&lt;br /&gt;queria ter-te a qualquer custo.&lt;br /&gt;Na incerteza do teu amor,&lt;br /&gt;arrisquei as mais ousadas conquistas,&lt;br /&gt;me transformei em outra pessoa&lt;br /&gt;quis te impressionar&lt;br /&gt;perdi minha identidade.&lt;br /&gt;No distanciar dos seus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;chorei as lágrimas mais doloridas.&lt;br /&gt;escrevi os poemas mais tristes,&lt;br /&gt;destruí meu coração&lt;br /&gt;quase enlouqueci.&lt;br /&gt;Na esperança de te-te sempre&lt;br /&gt;junto a mim,&lt;br /&gt;te sufoquei com a minha companhia,&lt;br /&gt;quis estar presente o tempo todo&lt;br /&gt;e quanto mais estava junto de ti,&lt;br /&gt;mais te perdia...&lt;br /&gt;No limite de tudo,&lt;br /&gt;quando já não era mais possível&lt;br /&gt;nenhuma tentativa,&lt;br /&gt;quase me joguei as teus pés,&lt;br /&gt;e aceitei viver á tua maneira,&lt;br /&gt;e prometi nada reclamar...&lt;br /&gt;Me anulei,&lt;br /&gt;dei todo amor que alguém pode dar,&lt;br /&gt;gastei todos os meus sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;me esvaziei&lt;br /&gt;morri ali lutando por teu amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a&gt; href="http://"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35842812-9060461692526112888?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/9060461692526112888/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=9060461692526112888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/9060461692526112888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/9060461692526112888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/06/na-nessecidade-de-seus-carinhos-me.html' title='Na nessecidade de seus carinhos me humilhei'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/RirxKZmYVlI/AAAAAAAAADM/yia0XL0oS5Q/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-1825654534806400289</id><published>2006-06-25T11:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T00:04:38.331+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Na tristeza procuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2812/4375/1600/tulipastop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2812/4375/400/tulipastop.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na tristeza, procuro...&lt;br /&gt;desesperadamente em todos os espaços,&lt;br /&gt;Tu...&lt;br /&gt;Tu...&lt;br /&gt;sempre tu.&lt;br /&gt;E nessa busca, sofro, choro, me ausento...&lt;br /&gt;Lamentos de uma saudades que dói, que mata..&lt;br /&gt;Na distancia, me entrego as lembranças&lt;br /&gt;e num pulsar mais forte, sinto o corpo queimar,&lt;br /&gt;e loucamente sinto tua presença a me tocar..&lt;br /&gt;Realidade,&lt;br /&gt;Tu não estás aqui,&lt;br /&gt;não faz mais sentido ficar,&lt;br /&gt;a casa está chorando...&lt;br /&gt;Os motivos se acabaram,&lt;br /&gt;as malas já arrumadas,&lt;br /&gt;adeus lar, adeus amor&lt;br /&gt;adeus solidão...&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/35842812-1825654534806400289?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/1825654534806400289/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=1825654534806400289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/1825654534806400289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/1825654534806400289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/10/na-tristeza-procuro.html' title='Na tristeza procuro'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-1952708080983235571</id><published>2006-06-15T12:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T09:49:09.449Z</updated><title type='text'>Amar demais</title><content type='html'>Amar de mais leva as pessoas a aceitar e desculpar todo o tipo de atitudes dos outros, como por exemplo a falta de respeito, a humilhação, a mentira ou a traição.&lt;br /&gt;Mas como podemos nós ser respeitados se não nos respeitamos a nós próprios?&lt;br /&gt;   Como qualquer outra dependência, esta tendência para dar, agradar, e até para tentar mudar os outros pode levar as pessoas a um grande sofrimento. Trata-se aqui de viver a vida e os sentimentos dos outros, e, quanto maior for a tentativa de controlo sobre os outros, maior se torna o descontrolo de si próprio, e a sua dependência dos outros.&lt;br /&gt;   A “co-dependência” leva muitas pessoas a viverem em outo-anulação, e se não tomarem consciência dos seus padrões destrutivos e autodestrutivos, podem chegar a viver uma vida inteira convencidos que são traços da sua própria personalidade ou acreditando que a vida é mesmo assim.&lt;br /&gt;   Amar de mais tem como características, como qualquer outra dependência, a obsessão e a compulsão, o que leva uma pessoa a viver em função de outra ou de outros, por mais destrutiva ou disfuncional que seja a relação. Alguém que se deixe dominar por estes padrões cognitivos e comportamentais perde a liberdade de pensar e agir em função dela própria, dos seus valores e princípios. Esses padrões tornam-se autênticos vícios. Amar demais não nos dá amor nem liberdade, mas talvez, ansiedade, desgaste, medo, raiva e culpa. É uma luta constante no sentido de dar, de agradar, mudar e salvar os outros para nos sentirmos úteis, necessários e muitas vezes imprescindíveis. Fazemos tudo o que está ao nosso alcance para atingirmos os nossos objectivos, mesmo que para isso seja necessário idealizarmos o outro ou até mesmo culpabilizarmo-nos para desculpabilizar o outro.&lt;br /&gt;Fazemos tudo em função do outro ou da relação e esquecemo-nos de nós próprios e da nossa relação connosco.&lt;br /&gt;   Consequentemente, tudo aquilo que serve de base para uma boa relação connosco próprios, logo com os outros e com a vida, fica esquecido. A minha referência é à auto-estima, autoconfiança, auto controlo, segurança, limites, etc.&lt;br /&gt;   Esquecemo-nos de nós, do que é bom para nós, do que nos faz sentir bem. Pensamos em dar e muitas vezes não nos lembramos de receber. Viver em função de algo que nos traz angustia e sofrimento é, sem sombra de dúvida, um caminho auto destrutivo que vamos percorrendo se não conhecermos ou não nos ensinarem outro.&lt;br /&gt;«Amar de mais»&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35842812-1952708080983235571?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/1952708080983235571/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=1952708080983235571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/1952708080983235571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/1952708080983235571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/06/amar-demais.html' title='Amar demais'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-5547167730337352645</id><published>2006-06-15T12:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T18:16:25.095+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tristeza, sou eu, longe de ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2812/4375/1600/guu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2812/4375/400/guu.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;não é a casa vazia,&lt;br /&gt;não são ruas desertas,&lt;br /&gt;nem a falta de dinheiro,&lt;br /&gt;nem mesmo o tempo nublado...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;é uma dor muito forte,&lt;br /&gt;que dilacera o coração,&lt;br /&gt;e coloca tudo em desarmonia.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;é a vontade de chorar,&lt;br /&gt;as vezes sem motivo,&lt;br /&gt;as vezes de saudade,&lt;br /&gt;e tem saudade que nem tem nome,&lt;br /&gt;tem saudade que dói,&lt;br /&gt;mas não se sabe de onde vem...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;é o nó na garganta,&lt;br /&gt;é a boca cheia de palavras,&lt;br /&gt;e ninguém para ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;É o retorno dos carinhos,&lt;br /&gt;que não temos.&lt;br /&gt;São as noites de solidão&lt;br /&gt;a espera de alguém, que nunca vem.&lt;br /&gt;É a triste certeza de amar solitariamente,&lt;br /&gt;é sentir que em um encontro,&lt;br /&gt;um só coração bate forte,&lt;br /&gt;é a decepção de mais um amor perdido.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;é tudo aquilo que não conseguimos conter,&lt;br /&gt;o que trasborda e faz ferida,&lt;br /&gt;a distancia e a dúvida,&lt;br /&gt;o desamor e a angústia,&lt;br /&gt;a saudade e a carência&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;sou eu a te amar assim,&lt;br /&gt;o meu esperar sem fim,&lt;br /&gt;a minha vida vazia.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;sou eu,&lt;br /&gt;longe de ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35842812-5547167730337352645?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/5547167730337352645/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=5547167730337352645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/5547167730337352645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/5547167730337352645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/06/tristeza-sou-eu-longe-de-ti.html' title='Tristeza, sou eu, longe de ti...'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35842812.post-7150813943638187686</id><published>2006-06-14T06:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T10:07:50.734Z</updated><title type='text'>Procurando esquecer-te.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2812/4375/1600/14.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2812/4375/400/14.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Procurando esquecer-te! &lt;br /&gt;Hoje tenho a dimensão exata deste meu sonhar com lembranças alegres, sofridas, angustiadas, de tristezas, dentro do meu coração existem recordações de uma vida vivida nas emoções... &lt;br /&gt;Divagando sempre à procura do teu melhor sorriso, ou afago, o meu querer não quer lembranças procura o hoje, o agora, o sempre. Nas noites mal dormidas a respiração do teu amor. Que não está ao lado meu, como devia ser.&lt;br /&gt;Corpo solto na entrega das seduções. &lt;br /&gt;O dia que vem com luminosidade, flores e amores colhidas com o orvalho que cai na solidão só a tua presença me faria entender a vida que se consome.&lt;br /&gt;Em que segundos são horas. &lt;br /&gt;E assim as noites são abismais, quais sepulcros.&lt;br /&gt;Para meus pensamentos te alcançarem, como gostaria de poder amar-te com a intensidade de outrora.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje na vida procurando  esquecer-te! &lt;br /&gt;Só sei que morro aos poucos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35842812-7150813943638187686?l=jasm953.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/feeds/7150813943638187686/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35842812&amp;postID=7150813943638187686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/7150813943638187686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35842812/posts/default/7150813943638187686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasm953.blogspot.com/2006/06/procurando-esquecer-te.html' title='Procurando esquecer-te.'/><author><name>João Morgado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0RCzeXAjhtY/R7BNyMtbvjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IfrxVfCoIDs/S220/JOAO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
