<?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-13813594</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:09:18.441+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma visão... Um olhar...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813594/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rokita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180268080865952744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B1d9DhA3WJQ/ReF4ba4hCpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8JlSv-LR0Kw/s320/3.4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813594.post-5261046652767423046</id><published>2008-02-13T16:28:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-13T16:30:53.803Z</updated><title type='text'>Amigos</title><content type='html'>Tenho amigos que nao sabem o quanto sao meus amigos... &lt;br /&gt;Nao percebem o amor que lhes devoto e a absoluta &lt;br /&gt;necessidade que tenho deles... &lt;br /&gt;A amizade e um sentimento mais nobre do que o amor, &lt;br /&gt;eis que permite que o objeto dela se divida em outros afetos, enquanto o &lt;br /&gt;amor tem intrinseco o ciume, que nao admite a rivalidade. &lt;br /&gt;E eu poderia suportar, embora nao sem dor, que &lt;br /&gt;tivessem morrido todos os meus amores, mas enlouqueceria se morressem &lt;br /&gt;todos os meus amigos! &lt;br /&gt;Ate mesmo aqueles que nao percebem o quanto sao meus &lt;br /&gt;amigos e o quanto minha vida depende de suas existencias ... &lt;br /&gt;A alguns deles nao procuro, basta-me saber que eles existem. &lt;br /&gt;Esta mera condicao me encoraja a seguir em frente pela vida. &lt;br /&gt;Mas, porque nao os procuro com assiduidade, nao lhes &lt;br /&gt;posso dizer o quanto gosto deles. Eles nao iriam acreditar. &lt;br /&gt;Muitos deles estao lendo esta cronica e nao sabem &lt;br /&gt;que estao incluidos na sagrada relacao de meus amigos...:) &lt;br /&gt;Mas e delicioso que eu saiba e sinta que os adoro, &lt;br /&gt;embora nao declare e nao os procure. &lt;br /&gt;E, as vezes, quando os procuro, noto que eles nao tem &lt;br /&gt;nocao de como me sao necessarios, de como sao indispensaveis ao meu &lt;br /&gt;equilibrio vital, porque eles fazem parte do mundo que eu, tremulamente, &lt;br /&gt;construi e se tornaram alicerces do meu encanto pela vida... &lt;br /&gt;Se um deles morrer, eu ficarei torto para um lado... &lt;br /&gt;Se todos eles morrerem, eu desabo! &lt;br /&gt;Por isso e que, sem que eles saibam, eu rezo pela vida deles... :) &lt;br /&gt;E me envergonho, porque essa minha prece e, em &lt;br /&gt;sintese, dirigida ao meu bem estar. Ela e, talvez, fruto do meu egoismo... &lt;br /&gt;Por vezes, mergulho em pensamentos sobre alguns deles. &lt;br /&gt;Quando viajo e fico diante de lugares maravilhosos, &lt;br /&gt;cai-me alguma lagrima por nao estarem junto de mim, compartilhando &lt;br /&gt;daquele prazer ... :) &lt;br /&gt;Se alguma coisa me consome e me envelhece e que a &lt;br /&gt;roda furiosa da vida nao me permite ter sempre ao meu lado, morando &lt;br /&gt;comigo, andando comigo, falando comigo, vivendo comigo, todos os meus &lt;br /&gt;amigos, e, principalmente os que so desconfiam ou talvez nunca vao saber &lt;br /&gt;que sao meus amigos! &lt;br /&gt;A gente nao faz amigos, reconhece-os... :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinicius de Moraes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813594-5261046652767423046?l=umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B1d9DhA3WJQ/ReF4ba4hCpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8JlSv-LR0Kw/s320/3.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813594.post-2260533899792455633</id><published>2007-06-04T22:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T22:56:54.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tatuagens</title><content type='html'>Em cada gesto perdido&lt;br /&gt;Tu és igual a mim&lt;br /&gt;Em cada ferida que sara&lt;br /&gt;Escondida do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou igual a ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazer pintura de guerra&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não sei apagar&lt;br /&gt;Pintas o sol da cor da terra&lt;br /&gt;E a lua da cor do mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em cada grito da alma&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou igual a ti&lt;br /&gt;De cada vez que um olhar&lt;br /&gt;Te alucina e te prende&lt;br /&gt;Tu és igual a mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazes pinturas de sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Pintas o sol na minha mão&lt;br /&gt;E és mistura de vento e lama&lt;br /&gt;Entre os luares perdidos no chão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em cada noite sem rumo&lt;br /&gt;Tu és igual a mim&lt;br /&gt;De cada vez que procuro&lt;br /&gt;Preciso um abrigo&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou igual a ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faço pinturas de guerra&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não sei apagar&lt;br /&gt;E pinto a lua da cor da terra&lt;br /&gt;E o sol da cor do mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em cada grito afundado&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou igual a ti&lt;br /&gt;De cada vez que a tremura&lt;br /&gt;Desata o desejo&lt;br /&gt;Tu és igual a mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faço pinturas de sonhos&lt;br /&gt;E pinto a lua na tua mão&lt;br /&gt;Misturo o vento e a lama&lt;br /&gt;Piso os luares perdidos no chão&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813594-2260533899792455633?l=umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B1d9DhA3WJQ/ReF4ba4hCpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8JlSv-LR0Kw/s320/3.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813594.post-6398327119146734861</id><published>2007-03-05T00:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-05T00:02:22.531Z</updated><title type='text'>Insónia</title><content type='html'>Guardo o beijo no pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;Instantes de loucura e entrega,&lt;br /&gt;Segundos de um momento&lt;br /&gt;Que guardo na memória do amor.&lt;br /&gt;A loucura que me invade a mente,&lt;br /&gt;Faz o coração bater forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os sentidos despertam!&lt;br /&gt;Arrepio.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o meu corpo transformar-se.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto todos descansam,&lt;br /&gt;O desejo de algo mais&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me percorrer a penumbra do desejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhece.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho nos lábios o gosto do beijo.&lt;br /&gt;Toco com as pontas dos dedos o teu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;Desperto-te.&lt;div 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title='Insónia'/><author><name>rokita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180268080865952744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B1d9DhA3WJQ/ReF4ba4hCpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8JlSv-LR0Kw/s320/3.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813594.post-34622383457574933</id><published>2007-02-25T11:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-25T11:52:51.310Z</updated><title type='text'>myeye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B1d9DhA3WJQ/ReF4ba4hCpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8JlSv-LR0Kw/s1600-h/3.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B1d9DhA3WJQ/ReF4ba4hCpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8JlSv-LR0Kw/s320/3.4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035438270845094546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813594-34622383457574933?l=umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/34622383457574933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813594&amp;postID=34622383457574933' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813594/posts/default/34622383457574933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813594/posts/default/34622383457574933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com/2007/02/myeye_25.html' title='myeye'/><author><name>rokita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180268080865952744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B1d9DhA3WJQ/ReF4ba4hCpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8JlSv-LR0Kw/s320/3.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B1d9DhA3WJQ/ReF4ba4hCpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8JlSv-LR0Kw/s72-c/3.4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813594.post-8070882283604221527</id><published>2007-02-01T22:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-01T22:46:18.016Z</updated><title type='text'>A tua voz</title><content type='html'>Entro nesse recanto desconhecido.&lt;br /&gt;Caminho na sombra, guiada por essa voz melodiosa,&lt;br /&gt;A intensidade da tua voz dá-me confiança.&lt;br /&gt;Por passos estreitos e trémulos,&lt;br /&gt;Como quem pisa uma pedra prestas a rolar,&lt;br /&gt;Vou ao teu encontro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A melodia…&lt;br /&gt;Intensificasse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como uma luz, que ilumina um espaço &lt;br /&gt;Tornas cada recanto como o mais harmonioso dos espaços&lt;br /&gt;Embalada pela tua voz cerro olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Deixo a melodia entrar em mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813594-8070882283604221527?l=umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/8070882283604221527/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813594&amp;postID=8070882283604221527' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813594/posts/default/8070882283604221527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813594/posts/default/8070882283604221527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com/2007/02/tua-voz.html' title='A tua voz'/><author><name>rokita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180268080865952744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B1d9DhA3WJQ/ReF4ba4hCpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8JlSv-LR0Kw/s320/3.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813594.post-116594481989641892</id><published>2006-12-12T17:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-12T17:33:39.910Z</updated><title type='text'>É caminhando que se faz o caminho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sigo por um caminho e encontro:&lt;br /&gt;O sol,&lt;br /&gt;As nuvens,&lt;br /&gt;Vento e chuva…&lt;br /&gt;E, o arco-íris.&lt;br /&gt;Bato a uma porta e ela abre-se.&lt;br /&gt;Entro e volto a sair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigo o caminho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O caminho é a vida?!&lt;br /&gt;E a vida, o desafio?!&lt;br /&gt;A expectativa de desejos inconscientes que lutam para vingarem num mundo em que por vezes é difícil distinguir a verdadeira importância das coisas. O caminho tem desígnios próprios e, acredito na casualidade da casualidade. Nos encontros e desencontros. No caminho ganhamos experiência e a força para continuar o caminho por rumos desconhecidos, amparados pela sabedoria de caminhos percorridos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a simplicidade da expressão vejo o futuro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813594-116594481989641892?l=umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/116594481989641892/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813594&amp;postID=116594481989641892' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813594/posts/default/116594481989641892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813594/posts/default/116594481989641892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com/2006/12/caminhando-que-se-faz-o-caminho.html' title='É caminhando que se faz o caminho'/><author><name>rokita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180268080865952744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B1d9DhA3WJQ/ReF4ba4hCpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8JlSv-LR0Kw/s320/3.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813594.post-116527696816896033</id><published>2006-12-04T23:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-05T00:02:48.180Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje...</title><content type='html'>Hoje...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o céu está mais azul,&lt;br /&gt;está escuro e vejo côr em tudo o que está ao meu redor.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje as músicas estão mais melodicas,&lt;br /&gt;distingo no meio de uma floresta de sons as notas da tua guitarra.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje danço uma música diferente,&lt;br /&gt;ritmos já ouvidos que soam a novidade.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, descobri a "gravidade" do amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baby,&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time coming,&lt;br /&gt;Such a long, long time.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stop running,&lt;br /&gt;Such a long, long time.&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear my heart beating?&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear that sound?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't help thinking&lt;br /&gt;And I won't stop now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I looked up at the sun and I could see&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the way that gravity pulls on you and me,&lt;br /&gt;And then I looked up at the sky and saw the sun,&lt;br /&gt;And the way that gravity pushes on everyone,&lt;br /&gt;On everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby,&lt;br /&gt;When your wheels stop turning&lt;br /&gt;And you feel let down&lt;br /&gt;And it seems like troubles&lt;br /&gt;have come all around&lt;br /&gt;I can hear your heart beating,&lt;br /&gt;I can hear that sound,&lt;br /&gt;and I can't help thinking.&lt;br /&gt;And I won't look now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I looked up at the sun and I could see&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the way that gravity pulls on you and me,&lt;br /&gt;And then I looked up at the sky and saw the sun&lt;br /&gt;And the way that gravity pushes on everyone&lt;br /&gt;On everyone&lt;br /&gt;On everyone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A "gravidade" do amor está em nós. Hoje está em mim e, em ti!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813594-116527696816896033?l=umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/116527696816896033/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813594&amp;postID=116527696816896033' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813594/posts/default/116527696816896033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813594/posts/default/116527696816896033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com/2006/12/hoje.html' title='Hoje...'/><author><name>rokita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180268080865952744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B1d9DhA3WJQ/ReF4ba4hCpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8JlSv-LR0Kw/s320/3.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813594.post-114413310322500248</id><published>2006-04-04T07:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T07:45:03.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu não quero ganhar...</title><content type='html'>Eu não quero ganhar&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero chegar junto&lt;br /&gt;Sem perder&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero um a um&lt;br /&gt;Com você&lt;br /&gt;No fundo&lt;br /&gt;Não vê&lt;br /&gt;Que eu só quero&lt;br /&gt;Dar prazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me ensina a fazer&lt;br /&gt;Canção com você&lt;br /&gt;Em dois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corpo a corpo&lt;br /&gt;Me perder&lt;br /&gt;Ganhar você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito além do tempo regulamentar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse jogo não vai acabar&lt;br /&gt;É bom de se jogar&lt;br /&gt;Nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Um a um&lt;br /&gt;Nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Um a um&lt;br /&gt;Nós dois&lt;br /&gt; Um a um&lt;br /&gt; Nós dois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813594-114413310322500248?l=umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/114413310322500248/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813594&amp;postID=114413310322500248' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813594/posts/default/114413310322500248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813594/posts/default/114413310322500248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com/2006/04/eu-no-quero-ganhar.html' title='Eu não quero ganhar...'/><author><name>rokita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180268080865952744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B1d9DhA3WJQ/ReF4ba4hCpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8JlSv-LR0Kw/s320/3.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813594.post-114140386210381295</id><published>2006-03-03T16:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-03T16:43:02.440Z</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma vez....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bem... Não sei se é hoje o dia, mas o que é facto é que voltei a escrever no meu blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   Já por diversas vezes teclei sobre coisas de que gostaria de falar, que é como quem diz no mundo bloguista - escrever! Mas, surge sempre uma desculpa e acabo sempre por me esquivar às palavras que quero escrever e dizer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    Mas hoje, decidi mudar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    Eu quero mudar, esta forma de ser que me asfixia esta gritaria que me invade a alma e mina o pensamento. Que quer levar de mim o que julgo ainda ter mas que já não sei onde está.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    Hoje voltei e espero voltar amanhã. Para não mais me esquecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813594-114140386210381295?l=umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/114140386210381295/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813594&amp;postID=114140386210381295' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813594/posts/default/114140386210381295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813594/posts/default/114140386210381295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com/2006/03/mais-uma-vez.html' title='Mais uma vez....'/><author><name>rokita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180268080865952744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B1d9DhA3WJQ/ReF4ba4hCpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8JlSv-LR0Kw/s320/3.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813594.post-112835393336640607</id><published>2005-10-03T16:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T17:05:31.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai é tão bom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/285/7942/640/ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/285/7942/320/ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813594-112835393336640607?l=umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/112835393336640607/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813594&amp;postID=112835393336640607' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813594/posts/default/112835393336640607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813594/posts/default/112835393336640607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com/2005/10/ai-to-bom.html' title='Ai é tão bom...'/><author><name>rokita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180268080865952744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B1d9DhA3WJQ/ReF4ba4hCpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8JlSv-LR0Kw/s320/3.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813594.post-112797685722007999</id><published>2005-09-29T07:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T07:56:15.720+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Teimosia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; line-height: 140%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;"Marés doces, utopia&lt;br /&gt;sonhos e maré vazia&lt;br /&gt;caranguejo persistente&lt;br /&gt;fuça no lodo&lt;br /&gt;e a gente&lt;br /&gt;passa apressada adiante&lt;br /&gt;só pensando na vazante&lt;br /&gt;que leva o barco prá foz&lt;br /&gt;ouve-se do cais uma voz&lt;br /&gt;perguntar se temos nós&lt;br /&gt;a certeza de voltar&lt;br /&gt;porque com tanta destreza&lt;br /&gt;nos esquecemos sobre a mesa&lt;br /&gt;das cartas de marear ...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; line-height: 140%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;Tantas vezes, tantos dias&lt;br /&gt;Por causa de temosia&lt;br /&gt;Nós perdemos a vontade&lt;br /&gt;De ouvir outra verdade&lt;br /&gt;De deixar entrar o ar&lt;br /&gt;Só pensando em acabar&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que fiquemos sós&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; line-height: 140%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ouve-se do cais uma voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; perguntar se temos nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; a certeza de voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; porque com tanta destreza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; nos esquecemos sobre a mesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; das cartas de marear ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; line-height: 140%;"&gt;Xutos &amp; Pontapés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813594-112797685722007999?l=umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/112797685722007999/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813594&amp;postID=112797685722007999' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813594/posts/default/112797685722007999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813594/posts/default/112797685722007999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com/2005/09/teimosia.html' title='Teimosia'/><author><name>rokita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180268080865952744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B1d9DhA3WJQ/ReF4ba4hCpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8JlSv-LR0Kw/s320/3.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813594.post-112686356140260950</id><published>2005-09-16T10:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T10:48:42.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma gota de vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/285/7942/640/14Gota_02_www_naikon_net.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/285/7942/320/14Gota_02_www_naikon_net.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quantas vezes, nos deixamos abalar pelas mediocridades da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Irritamo-nos com o trânsito, com aquele individuo que desrespeitou a fila que até era para pagar uma conta...&lt;br /&gt;Mas, para quê?!&lt;br /&gt;Porque temos pressa?!&lt;br /&gt;Pressa de quê?&lt;br /&gt;De viver?! Será que essa pressa nos faz viver mais?&lt;br /&gt;Talvez sim... Mas... qual é o contributo do stress que temos de passar para "viver mais"?&lt;br /&gt;Será que vale a pena?&lt;br /&gt;Somos apenas mais uma gota num imenso oceano de gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813594-112686356140260950?l=umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/112686356140260950/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813594&amp;postID=112686356140260950' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813594/posts/default/112686356140260950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813594/posts/default/112686356140260950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com/2005/09/uma-gota-de-vida.html' title='Uma gota de vida'/><author><name>rokita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180268080865952744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B1d9DhA3WJQ/ReF4ba4hCpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8JlSv-LR0Kw/s320/3.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813594.post-112679869775381036</id><published>2005-09-15T16:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T16:43:05.303+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheguei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/298/6374/640/porta%20aberta%20%28andre%20boto%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/298/6374/320/porta%20aberta%20%28andre%20boto%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Regresso a casa de mais um dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As luzes da rua e os faróis já acesos anunciam o cair da noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caminho por entre sorrisos alheios, panfletos enfadonhamente distribuidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sinto o vento fresco bater-me no rosto. Vejo as luzes das casas acesas e o fumo sai das chaminés com a pressa com que as pessoas caminham para casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finalmente cheguei a casa. É tão bom ter a família à nossa espera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A palavra do pai, o carinho da mãe e a brincadeira da mana.... Hummm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comigo é assim, e contigo?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813594-112679869775381036?l=umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/112679869775381036/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813594&amp;postID=112679869775381036' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813594/posts/default/112679869775381036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813594/posts/default/112679869775381036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com/2005/09/cheguei_15.html' title='Cheguei'/><author><name>rokita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180268080865952744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B1d9DhA3WJQ/ReF4ba4hCpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8JlSv-LR0Kw/s320/3.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813594.post-112134173690011568</id><published>2005-07-14T12:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T12:52:14.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Trim….</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/298/6374/640/Sara2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/298/6374/320/Sara2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há uma altura em que todos deambulamos um pouco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até que de repente uma sineta mágica toca e acordamos…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordamos para a significância do mundo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma flor a desabrochar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O céu ora a rir ora a lamentar-se,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A folha que cai e é levada pelo vento…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Acordamos para o significado que temos na natureza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813594-112134173690011568?l=umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/112134173690011568/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813594&amp;postID=112134173690011568' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813594/posts/default/112134173690011568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813594/posts/default/112134173690011568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com/2005/07/trim.html' title='Trim….'/><author><name>rokita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180268080865952744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B1d9DhA3WJQ/ReF4ba4hCpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8JlSv-LR0Kw/s320/3.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813594.post-112064848810246144</id><published>2005-07-06T12:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T16:31:38.600+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternamente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/298/6374/640/Sara1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/298/6374/320/Sara1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nascer, crescer, morrer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O eterno ciclo da vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O eterno renovar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A nossa perpetuação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nascemos com vontade de crescer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crescemos com vontade de ser maiores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813594-112064848810246144?l=umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/112064848810246144/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813594&amp;postID=112064848810246144' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813594/posts/default/112064848810246144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813594/posts/default/112064848810246144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com/2005/07/eternamente.html' title='Eternamente'/><author><name>rokita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180268080865952744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B1d9DhA3WJQ/ReF4ba4hCpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8JlSv-LR0Kw/s320/3.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813594.post-111945694411027573</id><published>2005-06-22T17:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T17:51:38.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/298/6374/640/Sara%20Blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/298/6374/320/Sara%20Blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Maravilhosa é a luz que irradias...&lt;br /&gt;As tuas cores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida que dás&lt;br /&gt;A vida que mostras&lt;br /&gt;A vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, há o outro lado - o avesso&lt;br /&gt;Essa escuridão que surge quando me abandonas...&lt;br /&gt;Mas, para que lembrar essa face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brindemos apenas à vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813594-111945694411027573?l=umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com/feeds/111945694411027573/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813594&amp;postID=111945694411027573' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813594/posts/default/111945694411027573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813594/posts/default/111945694411027573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umavisaoumolhar.blogspot.com/2005/06/viso.html' title='A Visão'/><author><name>rokita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180268080865952744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B1d9DhA3WJQ/ReF4ba4hCpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8JlSv-LR0Kw/s320/3.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
