tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78723802024-03-13T08:11:30.962+00:00Alma Flutuante'nothing I have is truly mine'alma flutuantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06947627795434202576noreply@blogger.comBlogger285125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872380.post-70598067122215282552012-11-13T10:27:00.002+00:002012-11-13T10:27:01.099+00:00estendal<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrORmiZN-ABYIL77UsMKuledJUqrdDKKMsc49lq2-8EQOFS5L2ZRTRj9bP3RaCLtMCn0DaaIZSgImoAysFCeugmkiSLQqL8a6ZDUyPTIiymNpHGLKxT2GepxBZfM-v1vtvoF1T/s1600/clothesline14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrORmiZN-ABYIL77UsMKuledJUqrdDKKMsc49lq2-8EQOFS5L2ZRTRj9bP3RaCLtMCn0DaaIZSgImoAysFCeugmkiSLQqL8a6ZDUyPTIiymNpHGLKxT2GepxBZfM-v1vtvoF1T/s320/clothesline14.jpg" width="320" xaa="true" /></a></div>alma flutuantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06947627795434202576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872380.post-8640094965272524202012-10-01T09:08:00.003+01:002012-10-01T09:08:00.451+01:00estendal<div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><i>Mas o pote rachado chegava apenas com metade da água.</i></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><i>E assim, durante dois anos, o carregador entregou diariamente um pote e meio de água em casa do seu senhor.</i></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><i>O pote perfeito, é claro, estava orgulhoso do seu trabalho.</i></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><i>O pote rachado, porém, estava envergonhado da sua imperfeição. Sentia-se miserável por apenas ser capaz de realizar metade da tarefa a que estava destinado.</i></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><i>Depois de perceber que, ao longo de dois anos, não tinha passado de uma amarga desilusão, o pote disse um dia ao homem, à beira do poço:</i></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><i>- Estou envergonhado e quero pedir-te desculpa. Durante estes dois anos só entreguei metade da minha carga, porque a minha racha faz com que a água se vá derramando ao longo do caminho. Por causa do meu defeito, tu fazes o teu trabalho e não ganhas todo o salário que os teus esforços mereciam.</i></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><i>O homem ficou triste com a tristeza do velho pote, e disse-lhe com compaixão:</i></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><i>- Quando voltarmos para casa do meu senhor, quero que repares nas flores que se encontram à beira do caminho.</i></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><i>De facto, à medida que iam subindo a montanha, o pote rachado reparou em que havia muitas flores selvagens à beira do caminho e ficou mais animado.</i></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><i>Mas no final do percurso, tendo-se vazado mais uma vez metade da água, o pote sentiu-se mal de novo e voltou a pedir desculpa ao homem pela sua falha.</i></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><i>Então, o homem disse ao pote:</i></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><i>- Reparaste em que, ao longo do caminho, só havia flores de teu lado? Reparaste também em que, quando vínhamos do poço, todos os dias, tu ias regando essas flores? Ao longo de dois anos, eu pude colher flores para ornamentar a mesa do meu senhor. Se tu não fosses assim como és, ele não poderia ter essa beleza para dar graça à sua casa.</i></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><b><i>Autor desconhecido</i></b></div>alma flutuantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06947627795434202576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872380.post-75665206794514120622011-11-06T11:09:00.001+00:002011-11-06T11:09:00.137+00:00Elvis<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9FlieLzTEJrzYqUNOfyMZBC_PVQz8deUrldmKw4Bl8ZB5c_KEfXD8D3xNfXZPt8s911L3Cjb6oBj9D-fEE1ypDq72JIHRUeu_mebRNpm7GZjUMMEwxoKHDhmu5R2dqeCFUP2v/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" qx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9FlieLzTEJrzYqUNOfyMZBC_PVQz8deUrldmKw4Bl8ZB5c_KEfXD8D3xNfXZPt8s911L3Cjb6oBj9D-fEE1ypDq72JIHRUeu_mebRNpm7GZjUMMEwxoKHDhmu5R2dqeCFUP2v/s400/untitled.bmp" width="400" /></a></div>alma flutuantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06947627795434202576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872380.post-55641701786137639092011-11-04T11:45:00.003+00:002011-11-04T11:45:00.438+00:00compreensão<span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>- Do you understand me? </em></span><br />
<span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>- Yes, I understand, sir.</em></span><br />
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<em><span style="color: #7f6000;"></span></em></span><br />
<span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>ou, em portuguê</em></span><a href="http://www.script-o-rama.com/movie_scripts/s/silence-of-the-lambs-script-transcript.html"><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>s</em></span></a><br />
<span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em><strong>O Silêncio dos Borregos</strong></em></span><br />
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alma flutuantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06947627795434202576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872380.post-25673814467171652662011-10-31T11:12:00.004+00:002011-10-31T11:12:01.436+00:00Balada da Neve<div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Batem leve, levemente,</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>como quem chama por mim.</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Será chuva? Será gente?</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Gente não é, certamente</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>e a chuva não bate assim.</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>É talvez a ventania:</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>mas há pouco, há poucochinho,</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>nem uma agulha bulia</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>na quieta melancolia</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>dos pinheiros do caminho…</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Quem bate, assim, levemente,</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>com tão estranha leveza,</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>que mal se ouve, mal se sente?</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Não é chuva, nem é gente,</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>nem é vento com certeza.</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Fui ver. A neve caía</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>do azul cinzento do céu,</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>branca e leve, branca e fria…</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>- Há quanto tempo a não via!</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>E que saudades, Deus meu!</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Olho-a através da vidraça.</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Pôs tudo da cor do linho.</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Passa gente e, quando passa,</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>os passos imprime e traça</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>na brancura do caminho…</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Fico olhando esses sinais</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>da pobre gente que avança,</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>e noto, por entre os mais,</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>os traços miniaturais</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>duns pezitos de criança…</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>E descalcinhos, doridos…</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>a neve deixa inda vê-los,</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>primeiro, bem definidos,</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>depois, em sulcos compridos,</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>porque não podia erguê-los!…</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Que quem já é pecador</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>sofra tormentos, enfim!</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Mas as crianças, Senhor,</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>porque lhes dais tanta dor?!…</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Porque padecem assim?!…</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>E uma infinita tristeza,</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>uma funda turbação</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>entra em mim, fica em mim presa.</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Cai neve na Natureza</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>- e cai no meu coração.</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><i>Augusto Gil</i></b></div>alma flutuantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06947627795434202576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872380.post-73016530618385808712011-10-09T07:12:00.001+01:002011-10-09T07:12:00.608+01:00Palhaços<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiycNKRi1P06YRFvsIB1DT0rarpzwB1upzpsgelR-o3QDE7P4zxCMCzY43K7WFNM8XT4BXIlpRVWrEuaUmnSCrhnvnJCNhV9ADQJSAlq6aaOGRVuO_lYaN6N8-JxPx9KpSjL7P4/s1600/palhaco-campanha-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiycNKRi1P06YRFvsIB1DT0rarpzwB1upzpsgelR-o3QDE7P4zxCMCzY43K7WFNM8XT4BXIlpRVWrEuaUmnSCrhnvnJCNhV9ADQJSAlq6aaOGRVuO_lYaN6N8-JxPx9KpSjL7P4/s320/palhaco-campanha-11.jpg" /></a></div>alma flutuantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06947627795434202576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872380.post-34066661957604820732011-10-05T17:21:00.006+01:002011-10-05T17:21:00.192+01:00subject...<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>- Do you spook easily, Starling? </em></span><br />
<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>- Not yet, sir.</em></span><br />
<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em></em></span><br />
<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>- See, the one we want most refuses to cooperate.</em></span><br />
<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>I want you to go after him again today in the asylum.</em></span><br />
<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>- Who's the subject? </em></span><br />
<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>- The psychiatrist, Hannibal Lecter.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em><span style="color: #134f5c;">ou, em portuguê</span><a href="http://www.script-o-rama.com/movie_scripts/s/silence-of-the-lambs-script-transcript.html"><span style="color: #134f5c;">z</span></a></em></span> <br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em><strong>O Silêncio dos Borregos</strong></em></span><br />
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alma flutuantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06947627795434202576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872380.post-76051059683321825982011-09-29T12:58:00.002+01:002011-09-29T12:58:00.484+01:00estendal<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgye46rouVJXdyvxt6wb7YD37bmtGR_7IFNAFHLB1vTtd3JM9XxeRLBzHCXY8qhyznUhQ3CDpxGK93C0AQKuboHN3j6kzn7BoRcWVQTOkwVk5YX4zfbFtiZ-ASv2qKm3IUUUr7p/s1600/clothesline1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgye46rouVJXdyvxt6wb7YD37bmtGR_7IFNAFHLB1vTtd3JM9XxeRLBzHCXY8qhyznUhQ3CDpxGK93C0AQKuboHN3j6kzn7BoRcWVQTOkwVk5YX4zfbFtiZ-ASv2qKm3IUUUr7p/s320/clothesline1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
alma flutuantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06947627795434202576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872380.post-64956921259100287952011-09-27T02:45:00.000+01:002011-09-27T02:45:00.074+01:00Palhaços<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA6rq-r_ciiBycdHR4LI2xrSP9RAvDgmoePbUO6V6bSx_xu6mFLk4bs3hYv0bm4qIJVGWCoMPoYAkQPe5tkkODmrvCo1cNeAhy2ImEd6vDH-VAGDrOZjeSBkf01Fet253DZ-jX/s1600/Palha%C3%A7o+Arrelia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA6rq-r_ciiBycdHR4LI2xrSP9RAvDgmoePbUO6V6bSx_xu6mFLk4bs3hYv0bm4qIJVGWCoMPoYAkQPe5tkkODmrvCo1cNeAhy2ImEd6vDH-VAGDrOZjeSBkf01Fet253DZ-jX/s320/Palha%C3%A7o+Arrelia.jpg" /></a></div>alma flutuantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06947627795434202576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872380.post-63151045212025487502011-09-26T13:11:00.004+01:002011-09-26T13:11:00.452+01:00Cântigo Negro<div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>“Vem por aqui” – dizem-me alguns com olhos doces,</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Estendendo-me os braços, e seguros</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>De que seria bom que eu os ouvisse</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Quando me dizem: “vem por aqui!”</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Eu olho-os com olhos lassos,</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>(Há nos meus olhos ironias e cansaços)</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>E cruzo os braços,</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>E nunca vou por ali…</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>A minha glória é esta:</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Criar desumanidade!</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Não acompanhar ninguém.</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>- Que eu vivo com o mesmo sem-vontade</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Com que rasguei o ventre a minha Mãe.</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Não, não vou por aí! Só vou por onde</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Me levam meus próprios passos…</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Se ao que busco saber nenhum de vós responde,</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Porque me repetis: “Vem por aqui”?</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Prefiro escorregar nos becos lamacentos,</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Redemoinhar aos ventos,</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Como farrapos, arrastar os pés sangrentos,</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>A ir por aí…</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Se vim ao mundo, foi</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Só para desflorar florestas virgens,</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>E desenhar meus próprios pés na areia inexplorada!</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>O mais que faço não vale nada.</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Como, pois, sereis vós</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Que me dareis impulsos, ferramentas e coragem</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Para eu derrubar os meus obstáculos?</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Corre nas vossas veias sangue velho dos avós.</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>E vós amais o que é fácil!</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Eu amo o Longe e a Miragem,</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Amo os abismos, as torrentes, os desertos…</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Ide! Tendes estradas,</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Tendes jardins, tendes canteiros,</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Tendes pátrias, tendes tectos,</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>E tendes regras, e tratados, e filósofos, e sábios.</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Eu tenho a minha Loucura!</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Levanto-a como um facho, a arder na noite escura,</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>E sinto espuma, e sangue, e cânticos nos lábios…</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Deus e o Diabo é que me guiam, mais ninguém.</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Todos tiveram pai, todos tiveram mãe;</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Mas eu, que nunca principio nem acabo,</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Nasci do amor que há entre Deus e o Diabo.</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Ah, que ninguém me dê piedosas intenções!</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Ninguém me peça definições!</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Ninguém me diga: “vem por aqui”!</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>A minha vida é um vendaval que se soltou.</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>É uma onda que se alevantou.</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>É um átomo a mais que se animou…</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Não sei por onde vou,</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Não sei para onde vou,</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>- Sei que não vou por aí!</i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><i>José Régio</i></b></div>alma flutuantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06947627795434202576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872380.post-66283965780907898242011-09-06T23:21:00.000+01:002011-09-06T23:21:00.931+01:00love me for a reason<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_iVWg5T7fXM" width="420"></iframe>alma flutuantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06947627795434202576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872380.post-79425279576835362542011-09-06T00:21:00.000+01:002011-09-06T00:21:00.129+01:00Elvis<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgevX-VIqqRUlwq-OnJ7Bw3uywaj9NSW49hw5Wj3VQTYXR1cWkcl6YktZ2mIrtIjcUSK3_IB44uKDMQ8Um6mrC5T1p5EaXvvwLnREpZANbdrE4cLWY-yk1CxttGOVDUiyYIpkUT/s1600/elvis-presley-postjpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" qx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgevX-VIqqRUlwq-OnJ7Bw3uywaj9NSW49hw5Wj3VQTYXR1cWkcl6YktZ2mIrtIjcUSK3_IB44uKDMQ8Um6mrC5T1p5EaXvvwLnREpZANbdrE4cLWY-yk1CxttGOVDUiyYIpkUT/s400/elvis-presley-postjpg.jpg" width="267" /></a></div>alma flutuantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06947627795434202576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872380.post-31794860100033170902011-09-05T18:01:00.000+01:002011-09-05T18:20:20.352+01:00estendal<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV2iWSjg0is1xsVOl0s9XloKQ1miSdiioRH814ebOlzrdUKLaXZe5CmmYSTCbM8ixkltBM4MDp9fHwgDG4uxhuxZDyw9ss-tB-ixdi0-iU3wp3ruCuS4WZyGVm_1Lsvku6pgy5/s1600/clothesline2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="85" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV2iWSjg0is1xsVOl0s9XloKQ1miSdiioRH814ebOlzrdUKLaXZe5CmmYSTCbM8ixkltBM4MDp9fHwgDG4uxhuxZDyw9ss-tB-ixdi0-iU3wp3ruCuS4WZyGVm_1Lsvku6pgy5/s320/clothesline2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
alma flutuantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06947627795434202576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872380.post-26297868503510033272011-09-05T07:12:00.001+01:002011-09-05T17:20:39.820+01:00yes, sir<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>«- Good morning. </em></span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>- Morning, Mr Crawford.</em></span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>- Sorry to pull you off the course at such short notice.</em></span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Your instructors tell me you're doing well.</em></span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>- I</em> <span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>hope so. They haven't posted any grades yet.</em></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>- A job's come up and I thought about you.</em></span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Not a job, really. More of an interesting errand. Sit down.</em></span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>- Yes, sir.»</em></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>ou, em portuguê<a href="http://www.script-o-rama.com/movie_scripts/s/silence-of-the-lambs-script-transcript.html">z</a></em></span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong>O Silêncio dos Borregos</strong></em></span><br />
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