<?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-9007622796330032239</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:46:11.593+14:00</updated><title type='text'>REFLEXÕES À BEIRA SADO</title><subtitle type='html'>“… Começa um fluir de pensamentos que me exalta o sentimento, é aí que escrevo e dando vida ao que sinto abro as asas às minhas fantasias, são esses pensamentos que me levam a juntar palavras onde tudo faz sentido e já não posso parar... parece que sinto algo dentro de mim que me vai conduzindo na escrita…”</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>214</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-7704751829762707402</id><published>2012-02-14T12:49:00.004+14:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T12:56:26.489+14:00</updated><title type='text'>O grande Amor da minha vida...A minha Filha querida!! Cliquem aqui para a ouvir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/407585_311108952257487_100000751548868_769821_1446436206_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 960px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/407585_311108952257487_100000751548868_769821_1446436206_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-7704751829762707402?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O3eGQDZydMw' title='O grande Amor da minha vida...A minha Filha querida!! 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"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paula Martins&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;06/02/2012&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/9007622796330032239-409195378010953812?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/409195378010953812/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=409195378010953812' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/409195378010953812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/409195378010953812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2012/02/chamem-me-louca.html' title='Chamem-me louca...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MS1eYZL-0ss/TzJ9bk03WsI/AAAAAAAAAv0/M5dX-uAxaHg/s72-c/Livre%2Bpara%2Bamar_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-2015771726061651176</id><published>2012-01-18T11:59:00.007+14:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T12:10:57.342+14:00</updated><title type='text'>Nas trevas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NPO1-9CpyYQ/TxXwYDtptOI/AAAAAAAAAvc/Ym7R2UBVkco/s1600/mulher2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NPO1-9CpyYQ/TxXwYDtptOI/AAAAAAAAAvc/Ym7R2UBVkco/s400/mulher2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698725199611540706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah! Universo onde me perco&lt;br /&gt;Universo onde só a noite impera&lt;br /&gt;Onde os sonhos se desarmam nas trevas&lt;br /&gt;Na dor somática que me desespera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite ataca-me de assalto&lt;br /&gt;E a insegurança está sempre à espreita&lt;br /&gt;Envolve-me de medo e angústia&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto um mar de lágrimas comigo se deita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como uma ave perdida…&lt;br /&gt;Que se afastou do bando&lt;br /&gt;Necessito estar sozinha&lt;br /&gt;E em pensamentos vou voando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei qual o meu fim&lt;br /&gt;Só sei das muitas tentações&lt;br /&gt;Mas vou lutando todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;Gerindo estas minhas aflições&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou hoje o oposto de mim&lt;br /&gt;O meu sorriso pereceu&lt;br /&gt;Não controlo os meus estados de alma&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei o que me aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou o cartaz da tristeza&lt;br /&gt;O brilho da alegria que se apagou&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me estrela cadente&lt;br /&gt;Do negrume que em mim se instalou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Como eu queria ser quem era&lt;br /&gt;E sair gloriosa desta batalha&lt;br /&gt;Ultrapassar os meus medos e anseios&lt;br /&gt;P’ra me despedir desta minha mortalha...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-2015771726061651176?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2015771726061651176/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=2015771726061651176' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/2015771726061651176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/2015771726061651176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/nas-trevas.html' title='Nas trevas...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NPO1-9CpyYQ/TxXwYDtptOI/AAAAAAAAAvc/Ym7R2UBVkco/s72-c/mulher2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-6436788379654108651</id><published>2011-12-18T12:52:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T13:04:58.717-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Noite Santa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MOLlpkRY8Xg/Tu5xHvb8VDI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/tfRFyqEHj9Y/s1600/12.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 339px; height: 371px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MOLlpkRY8Xg/Tu5xHvb8VDI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/tfRFyqEHj9Y/s400/12.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687607757222204466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É noite…&lt;br /&gt;Há um cheiro de magia no ar&lt;br /&gt;As estrelas estão mais cintilantes&lt;br /&gt;E os sinos não param de tocar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu aqui…neste meu quarto…&lt;br /&gt;Na esquina de uma rua qualquer&lt;br /&gt;Tapado com um cobertor de cartão&lt;br /&gt;Na ânsia de um novo amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há ninguém na minha rua&lt;br /&gt;E quem passa parece não me ver&lt;br /&gt;O meu cobertor humedeceu&lt;br /&gt;E meu doente e fraco corpo pede-me comer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproxima-se um grupo cantando&lt;br /&gt;Vêm dos lados da Sé&lt;br /&gt;Talvez me tragam uma refeição quente&lt;br /&gt;Devem ser pessoas de Fé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não…&lt;br /&gt;Passaram sem ver&lt;br /&gt;Caminhando numa alegre cantoria…&lt;br /&gt;E não tive o que comer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta noite que já foi minha&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje não se compadece&lt;br /&gt;E aqueles a quem outrora fiz bem&lt;br /&gt;Nenhum me aparece…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A magia da noite desvaneceu em mim&lt;br /&gt;E alivia-me num plano angelical…&lt;br /&gt;Nesta noite, noite Santa…&lt;br /&gt;E minha ultima Noite de Natal…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-6436788379654108651?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6436788379654108651/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=6436788379654108651' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/6436788379654108651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/6436788379654108651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/noite-santa.html' title='Noite Santa...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MOLlpkRY8Xg/Tu5xHvb8VDI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/tfRFyqEHj9Y/s72-c/12.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-171786700828853940</id><published>2011-12-03T06:43:00.006-10:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T11:04:15.129-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Chegou ao fim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xMrz0C2O_20/TtpTzvjMQ0I/AAAAAAAAAvE/p4fhTvGFzno/s1600/Livre%2Ba%2Bbrilhar.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xMrz0C2O_20/TtpTzvjMQ0I/AAAAAAAAAvE/p4fhTvGFzno/s400/Livre%2Ba%2Bbrilhar.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681946028283806530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chegou ao fim&lt;br /&gt;Não era p’ra ser assim&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo acabou&lt;br /&gt;Promessa sentida&lt;br /&gt;D’um sonho de vida&lt;br /&gt;Que o vento levou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há mais amor&lt;br /&gt;Culpas ou rancor&lt;br /&gt;É meu o presente&lt;br /&gt;Matei o passado&lt;br /&gt;Levaste o pecado&lt;br /&gt;Já me és indiferente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tarde demais&lt;br /&gt;Não sinto os teus ais&lt;br /&gt;Nem vou implorar&lt;br /&gt;Já não somos iguais&lt;br /&gt;Eu chorei cristais&lt;br /&gt;Vais ver-me brilhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levaste o anel&lt;br /&gt;Deixaste-me o fel&lt;br /&gt;Mas sobrevivi&lt;br /&gt;Queimei as memórias&lt;br /&gt;Saudades inglórias &lt;br /&gt;Esqueci-me de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganhei o troféu&lt;br /&gt;Desenhei o meu céu&lt;br /&gt;Vou continuar&lt;br /&gt;Já não estou magoada&lt;br /&gt;Nem de alma fechada&lt;br /&gt;Pronta p’ra amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tarde demais&lt;br /&gt;Não sinto os teus ais&lt;br /&gt;Nem vou implorar&lt;br /&gt;Já não somos iguais&lt;br /&gt;Eu chorei cristais&lt;br /&gt;Vais ver-me brilhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/9007622796330032239-171786700828853940?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/171786700828853940/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=171786700828853940' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/171786700828853940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/171786700828853940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/chegou-ao-fim.html' title='Chegou ao fim...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xMrz0C2O_20/TtpTzvjMQ0I/AAAAAAAAAvE/p4fhTvGFzno/s72-c/Livre%2Ba%2Bbrilhar.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-2170736274798992362</id><published>2011-11-21T02:34:00.007-10:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T02:41:36.262-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Morte sem rosto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V5naTavW1Ow/TspGQH8WoEI/AAAAAAAAAus/svDJDGt1TKQ/s1600/Morte%2Bsem%2Brosto.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V5naTavW1Ow/TspGQH8WoEI/AAAAAAAAAus/svDJDGt1TKQ/s400/Morte%2Bsem%2Brosto.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677427523077972034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje o mar veio até mim&lt;br /&gt;E numa vaga de ternura…&lt;br /&gt;Fez-me uma vénia sobre a areia molhada&lt;br /&gt;Lentamente foi-me beijando os pés&lt;br /&gt;E ordenou-me a ficar calada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gritei em silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Um grito nunca escutado&lt;br /&gt;As águas agitaram-se&lt;br /&gt;Possuindo o meu corpo molhado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentei abraçar as águas&lt;br /&gt;Na loucura que me afligia&lt;br /&gt;Mas era em lodo e mágoa &lt;br /&gt;Que o meu corpo imergia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procurei luz na minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Mas os meus olhos já não brilhavam&lt;br /&gt;Os meus corais haviam perdido a cor&lt;br /&gt;E só algas vestidas de negro &lt;br /&gt;Perseguiam a minha dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algas sem rosto e sem vida&lt;br /&gt;Com um odor homicida&lt;br /&gt;E punhais de desilusão&lt;br /&gt;Era a morte sem rosto que me visitava&lt;br /&gt;E eu… Mesmo perdida... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorava, gritava e lutava...&lt;br /&gt;Partindo as tábuas do meu caixão!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-2170736274798992362?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2170736274798992362/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=2170736274798992362' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/2170736274798992362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/2170736274798992362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2011/11/morte-sem-rosto.html' title='Morte sem rosto...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V5naTavW1Ow/TspGQH8WoEI/AAAAAAAAAus/svDJDGt1TKQ/s72-c/Morte%2Bsem%2Brosto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-2790446360239102412</id><published>2011-10-09T01:36:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T07:08:54.517-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Cai a noite em mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UG03kjI2NA4/TpGHtxRkDbI/AAAAAAAAAuk/a4pPFoLqsAU/s1600/A%2BMulher%2Be%2Bo%2BMar.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UG03kjI2NA4/TpGHtxRkDbI/AAAAAAAAAuk/a4pPFoLqsAU/s400/A%2BMulher%2Be%2Bo%2BMar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661455426972290482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cai a noite em mim&lt;br /&gt;O luar parece não me querer beijar&lt;br /&gt;A aurora chega tarde e envergonhada&lt;br /&gt;E a vida também já não me quer abraçar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonho contigo acordada&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto a noite se agiganta&lt;br /&gt;No sonho a lágrima é derramada&lt;br /&gt;E a dor aperta-me a garganta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já me vão faltando as palavras&lt;br /&gt;Para descrever o que sinto&lt;br /&gt;As tamanhas dores na alma&lt;br /&gt;Corroem-me o corpo faminto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta fogueira que arde&lt;br /&gt;Em chamas no meu sentir&lt;br /&gt;Num amor que dói sem alarde&lt;br /&gt;E que me oferece a morte antes de partir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-2790446360239102412?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2790446360239102412/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=2790446360239102412' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/2790446360239102412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/2790446360239102412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2011/10/cai-noite-em-mim.html' title='Cai a noite em mim...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UG03kjI2NA4/TpGHtxRkDbI/AAAAAAAAAuk/a4pPFoLqsAU/s72-c/A%2BMulher%2Be%2Bo%2BMar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-3961978483380023889</id><published>2011-09-13T11:26:00.002-11:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T11:30:21.865-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Volta p'ra mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1_AXz64aruo/Tm_ZWqB92hI/AAAAAAAAAuc/27JCgSDykCI/s1600/anjoazul.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1_AXz64aruo/Tm_ZWqB92hI/AAAAAAAAAuc/27JCgSDykCI/s400/anjoazul.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651975040636148242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Volta p’ra mim amor&lt;br /&gt;Antes que seja tarde&lt;br /&gt;Vem abraça-me e beija-me&lt;br /&gt;Que o meu coração por ti ainda arde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesta noite, noite escura&lt;br /&gt;Ao calor de um beijo teu&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-me abraçar p’lo desejo&lt;br /&gt;E acendo diamantes no céu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volta p’ra mim amor&lt;br /&gt;E leva-me num rumo sem norte&lt;br /&gt;Abre-me as portas da esperança&lt;br /&gt;E faz de mim um ser mais forte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possui-me e faz-me tua&lt;br /&gt;Assim como o sol possui a lua&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ser possuída&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser a nascente e o poente&lt;br /&gt;O passado e o presente&lt;br /&gt;Para o resto da tua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-3961978483380023889?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3961978483380023889/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=3961978483380023889' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/3961978483380023889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/3961978483380023889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2011/09/volta-pra-mim.html' title='Volta p&apos;ra mim...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1_AXz64aruo/Tm_ZWqB92hI/AAAAAAAAAuc/27JCgSDykCI/s72-c/anjoazul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-380474913499961609</id><published>2011-08-29T03:47:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T03:49:05.648-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou Fado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J60DxYlR_Zs/Tlumy9KievI/AAAAAAAAAuU/UsIET_r5oOM/s1600/divas_do_fado.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J60DxYlR_Zs/Tlumy9KievI/AAAAAAAAAuU/UsIET_r5oOM/s400/divas_do_fado.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646289952181484274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando a noite cai e a tristeza vem&lt;br /&gt;Sou Fado!&lt;br /&gt;Quando lês felicidade no meu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Sou Fado!&lt;br /&gt;Sou Fado quando te amo&lt;br /&gt;Sou Fado quando te invejo&lt;br /&gt;Sou Fado quando me abraças&lt;br /&gt;E até quando te não vejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando perdida na noite&lt;br /&gt;Com as vestes do ciúme&lt;br /&gt;Cantarolando dor e fel&lt;br /&gt;Deixando rasto do meu lume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou Fado quando não estás&lt;br /&gt;Sou Fado quando te choro&lt;br /&gt;Sou Fado sou alma Lusa&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou do Fado e o Fado adoro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou Fado quando te canto&lt;br /&gt;Fado na alma é esperança&lt;br /&gt;Ser do Fado é ser Português&lt;br /&gt;O Fado é nosso é nossa herança.&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/9007622796330032239-380474913499961609?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/380474913499961609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=380474913499961609' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/380474913499961609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/380474913499961609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2011/08/sou-fado.html' title='Sou Fado...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J60DxYlR_Zs/Tlumy9KievI/AAAAAAAAAuU/UsIET_r5oOM/s72-c/divas_do_fado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-2403493234934736279</id><published>2011-08-13T09:59:00.002-11:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T10:01:34.046-11:00</updated><title type='text'>O teu poema...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xyc7u4R3VTk/TkbmIQ2u-zI/AAAAAAAAAuM/8mzAhxHxwZU/s1600/309552.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xyc7u4R3VTk/TkbmIQ2u-zI/AAAAAAAAAuM/8mzAhxHxwZU/s400/309552.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640448612966005554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sou ave quando te canto&lt;br /&gt;Sou rio quando navegas nas minhas águas&lt;br /&gt;Sou o Universo quando te queres perder&lt;br /&gt;E sou a paz quando te alivio as mágoas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou a estrada que te leva ao destino&lt;br /&gt;Sou o sal com que te temperas&lt;br /&gt;Sou a fragrância que tu inalas&lt;br /&gt;E o amor que há muito esperas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou o lume onde te aqueces&lt;br /&gt;A brasa que te incendeia&lt;br /&gt;Sou a frescura onde arrefeces&lt;br /&gt;A saudade que te chicoteia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou dor quando não estás&lt;br /&gt;E a melodia que te acompanha&lt;br /&gt;Sou a onda que te abraça&lt;br /&gt;E a brisa da nossa montanha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me ser o teu poema&lt;br /&gt;Ou a inspiração do momento…&lt;br /&gt;O meu sentir será a tua rima&lt;br /&gt;E o meu corpo o teu alimento…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-2403493234934736279?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2403493234934736279/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=2403493234934736279' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/2403493234934736279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/2403493234934736279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-teu-poema.html' title='O teu poema...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xyc7u4R3VTk/TkbmIQ2u-zI/AAAAAAAAAuM/8mzAhxHxwZU/s72-c/309552.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-5430368231946706245</id><published>2011-06-28T12:26:00.002-11:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T03:40:20.268-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Vem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nuuh9Re2btw/TjAjTFUtcXI/AAAAAAAAAuE/SI0_5_IYlvw/s1600/265.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nuuh9Re2btw/TjAjTFUtcXI/AAAAAAAAAuE/SI0_5_IYlvw/s400/265.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634041944594018674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vem e afaga-me a alma&lt;br /&gt;Despenteia-me a saudade&lt;br /&gt;E acaricia-me o desejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passeia o teu corpo no meu&lt;br /&gt;E sente como as minhas chamas&lt;br /&gt;Se acenderam num lampejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vem e abraça-me os suspiros&lt;br /&gt;Inunda-me de fantasias&lt;br /&gt;Que hoje serei o teu festejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embala o meu no teu sentir&lt;br /&gt;Veste-me de palavras ousadas&lt;br /&gt;Que eu brindarei ao nosso ensejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem e naufraga nas minhas águas&lt;br /&gt;Ancora o teu prazer no meu cais&lt;br /&gt;Sacia-te no meu amor!&lt;br /&gt;E não me esquecerás jamais…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-5430368231946706245?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5430368231946706245/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=5430368231946706245' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/5430368231946706245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/5430368231946706245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2011/06/vem.html' title='Vem...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nuuh9Re2btw/TjAjTFUtcXI/AAAAAAAAAuE/SI0_5_IYlvw/s72-c/265.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-1897455346962633985</id><published>2011-06-10T03:35:00.002-11:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T03:38:16.972-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje voei contigo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xxQJkZLH5GE/TfIsTXT0w8I/AAAAAAAAAt0/NvIElWn2JKg/s1600/65008010_1-Imagens-de-Magia-para-o-amor-voltar-Trabalhos-para-o-amor-amarracao-Traga-teu-amor-de-volta.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xxQJkZLH5GE/TfIsTXT0w8I/AAAAAAAAAt0/NvIElWn2JKg/s400/65008010_1-Imagens-de-Magia-para-o-amor-voltar-Trabalhos-para-o-amor-amarracao-Traga-teu-amor-de-volta.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616600396470731714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoje voei contigo…&lt;br /&gt;E desbravei o teu corpo em melodia&lt;br /&gt;Em notas altas tonificaste-me de paixão&lt;br /&gt;Dançamos nas estrelas em comunhão&lt;br /&gt;E foi assim até ao nascer do dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entreguei-me a todas as fantasias&lt;br /&gt;Das vielas do meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Planamos nas correntes do amor&lt;br /&gt;E desfrutamos do prazer a cada momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senti o teu dedilhar… o teu toque…&lt;br /&gt;Percorrendo toda a minha pele nua&lt;br /&gt;Gritei, gemi e alucinei…&lt;br /&gt;E no arfar do desejo fui tão e só tua…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje voei contigo…&lt;br /&gt;Voamos para lá do horizonte&lt;br /&gt;No nosso amor tudo foi refeito&lt;br /&gt;E em lençóis bordados de paixão&lt;br /&gt;Assinamos um orgasmo puro e perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-1897455346962633985?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1897455346962633985/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=1897455346962633985' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/1897455346962633985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/1897455346962633985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2011/06/hoje-voei-contigo.html' title='Hoje voei contigo...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xxQJkZLH5GE/TfIsTXT0w8I/AAAAAAAAAt0/NvIElWn2JKg/s72-c/65008010_1-Imagens-de-Magia-para-o-amor-voltar-Trabalhos-para-o-amor-amarracao-Traga-teu-amor-de-volta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-5038965435502442846</id><published>2011-06-06T06:59:00.003-11:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T07:09:08.582-11:00</updated><title type='text'>O chamamento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LIn9wHGOlRE/Te0XZwirhAI/AAAAAAAAAtk/PYJdXGt_5U4/s1600/y1pSCclEXy7Zt8c3fXpubJXFPW3WVspxto0BzEtPSXPUBUzW4upU07FtnhHZzQ11-A059G9L-OZkKw.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LIn9wHGOlRE/Te0XZwirhAI/AAAAAAAAAtk/PYJdXGt_5U4/s400/y1pSCclEXy7Zt8c3fXpubJXFPW3WVspxto0BzEtPSXPUBUzW4upU07FtnhHZzQ11-A059G9L-OZkKw.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615170041695405058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A morte chamou por mim&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto a noite me maltratava&lt;br /&gt;O meu corpo gelava inerte&lt;br /&gt;E o meu brilho já se apagava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tropecei no sal das minhas lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Levantei-me e voltei a cair&lt;br /&gt;Talvez fosse ela a minha esperança&lt;br /&gt;Mas não era seu, o meu sentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A morte voltou a chamar-me&lt;br /&gt;E insistia sem parar…&lt;br /&gt;Queria que eu a abraçasse&lt;br /&gt;Mas não prometia o meu voltar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorriu-me com o seu olhar tenebroso&lt;br /&gt;E maior foi o meu sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;Mas fui levantada pela Vida&lt;br /&gt;Que me segredou não ser o momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei qual o meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Nem sequer sei onde estou&lt;br /&gt;Mas por muito que a morte me chame&lt;br /&gt;Direi…Não! Não é contigo que hoje vou! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-5038965435502442846?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5038965435502442846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=5038965435502442846' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/5038965435502442846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/5038965435502442846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-chamamento.html' title='O chamamento...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LIn9wHGOlRE/Te0XZwirhAI/AAAAAAAAAtk/PYJdXGt_5U4/s72-c/y1pSCclEXy7Zt8c3fXpubJXFPW3WVspxto0BzEtPSXPUBUzW4upU07FtnhHZzQ11-A059G9L-OZkKw.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-7608971168288606769</id><published>2011-05-18T11:29:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T11:31:33.587-11:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu perdão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dPImAEQi1xA/TdRItrwZz5I/AAAAAAAAAtY/jxovWoZ6LXs/s1600/mulher_triste.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 323px; height: 375px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dPImAEQi1xA/TdRItrwZz5I/AAAAAAAAAtY/jxovWoZ6LXs/s400/mulher_triste.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608187385660166034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tantas e tantas vezes que te amei&lt;br /&gt;Em rios de lágrimas naufraguei&lt;br /&gt;Na sede de te querer&lt;br /&gt;Tantas cartas enviadas&lt;br /&gt;Tantas partidas, tantas chegadas&lt;br /&gt;Para no fim te perder…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que é dos beijos que te dei?&lt;br /&gt;E do amor que te ensinei&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto a noite dormia&lt;br /&gt;Será que estavas ausente?&lt;br /&gt;Como quem está mas não sente&lt;br /&gt;Na cama em que o meu amor fervia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu sorriso foi levado p’las águas&lt;br /&gt;Juntamente com a dor das mágoas&lt;br /&gt;Para o sepulcro da decepção&lt;br /&gt;Enterrei com ele a nossa história&lt;br /&gt;Mas não irei gritar vitória&lt;br /&gt;Porque de negro se vestiu o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Quanta dor sofrida e calada&lt;br /&gt;Por tantos silêncios maltratada&lt;br /&gt;Abraçada à ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Beijei e não fui beijada&lt;br /&gt;Amei e não fui amada&lt;br /&gt;Mas é teu o meu perdão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-7608971168288606769?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7608971168288606769/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=7608971168288606769' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/7608971168288606769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/7608971168288606769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-meu-perdao.html' title='O meu perdão...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dPImAEQi1xA/TdRItrwZz5I/AAAAAAAAAtY/jxovWoZ6LXs/s72-c/mulher_triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-7291541448928459038</id><published>2011-05-11T07:23:00.002-11:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T07:26:02.504-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Asas sem dono...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lrOYQzsTo-Y/TcrUWdLXHpI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/uy-Ch6AU4lY/s1600/anjo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lrOYQzsTo-Y/TcrUWdLXHpI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/uy-Ch6AU4lY/s400/anjo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605526168470494866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh! Ave morta, apunhalada&lt;br /&gt;Que caíste em terra nunca antes beijada&lt;br /&gt;Junto á margem que te deu de beber&lt;br /&gt;Nos céus deixas-te silhuetas aleatórias&lt;br /&gt;Retratos de batalhas perdidas e de glórias&lt;br /&gt;Das primaveras do teu entardecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guardei as tuas penas mais formosas&lt;br /&gt;Num cofre de pétalas de rosas&lt;br /&gt;E sepultei-as nos jardins da minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Com elas escrevi as tuas memórias&lt;br /&gt;Num cântico de lágrimas inglórias&lt;br /&gt;E deitei-as sobre as notas da clave calma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Se eu te pudesse acordar&lt;br /&gt;Desse teu nobre e negro sono&lt;br /&gt;Seria a plenitude do teu voar&lt;br /&gt;E a vida das asas que morreram sem dono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-7291541448928459038?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7291541448928459038/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=7291541448928459038' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/7291541448928459038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/7291541448928459038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2011/05/asas-sem-dono.html' title='Asas sem dono...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lrOYQzsTo-Y/TcrUWdLXHpI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/uy-Ch6AU4lY/s72-c/anjo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-5667493270457804440</id><published>2011-05-08T02:57:00.004-11:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T10:14:08.082-11:00</updated><title type='text'>No meu poema...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6UQ1uTM0Log/Tcahr6LNVdI/AAAAAAAAAtA/e6ZnVXYyOso/s1600/vida.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6UQ1uTM0Log/Tcahr6LNVdI/AAAAAAAAAtA/e6ZnVXYyOso/s400/vida.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604344562031875538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bebe de mim a palavra mais ousada&lt;br /&gt;O cheiro de terra molhada&lt;br /&gt;E toda a dor que aprendi&lt;br /&gt;Sente a raiva e o amor&lt;br /&gt;O meu poema ou uma simples flor&lt;br /&gt;Porque de tudo também já senti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo uma estrada inacabada&lt;br /&gt;Talvez…nem nunca começada&lt;br /&gt;Com atalhos por percorrer&lt;br /&gt;O peso da minha bagagem&lt;br /&gt;E a minha forte coragem&lt;br /&gt;Caminharão comigo até a morte me vencer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Inspiração que me acompanhas&lt;br /&gt;Ensina-me a decifrar as artimanhas&lt;br /&gt;Do poema que não percebi&lt;br /&gt;Soletra-me ao ouvido em ventania&lt;br /&gt;A força com que escrevi um dia&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a vida de quem não conheci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por ora, desfolho a minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Espelho serenidade e calma&lt;br /&gt;Nas chagas que a vida me premiou&lt;br /&gt;No meu poema sou tanta gente&lt;br /&gt;Em cada verso um ser diferente&lt;br /&gt;Mas é assim que à poesia me dou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-5667493270457804440?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5667493270457804440/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=5667493270457804440' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/5667493270457804440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/5667493270457804440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-meu-poema.html' title='No meu poema...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6UQ1uTM0Log/Tcahr6LNVdI/AAAAAAAAAtA/e6ZnVXYyOso/s72-c/vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-3863735897025871099</id><published>2011-04-21T11:06:00.003-11:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T23:03:50.737-11:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu nome é Dulce...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XyczODFmiEI/TbCrQLQaMcI/AAAAAAAAAsw/_s8WI1ALagQ/s1600/dulce%2Bpontes.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XyczODFmiEI/TbCrQLQaMcI/AAAAAAAAAsw/_s8WI1ALagQ/s400/dulce%2Bpontes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598162631209398722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Faço Pontes com o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Portugal…um amor profundo&lt;br /&gt;Que dou a conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Na minha barca da fantasia&lt;br /&gt;Mora a tristeza e a alegria&lt;br /&gt;Na minha voz o &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Renascer"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passo na rua de manhãzinha&lt;br /&gt;Na alvorada a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Laurindinha"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acorda o meu cantar&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu…a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Garça perdida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Que chamou de novo á vida&lt;br /&gt;A mais bela &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Canção do mar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu nome é Dulce&lt;br /&gt;E é esta a minha Sina&lt;br /&gt;Cantar, cantar, cantar&lt;br /&gt;Vivo nas vielas do fado&lt;br /&gt;Sou o folclore mais amado&lt;br /&gt;E nem a morte me há-de calar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Cantiga da terra"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulher de paz mulher de guerra&lt;br /&gt;Sou o &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Fado Português"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Lágrima"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; do coração&lt;br /&gt;Talvez a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Lusitana Paixão"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viajando de lés a lés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Cuidei que tinha morrido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Talvez fosse o coração ferido&lt;br /&gt;Ou a minha &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Estranha forma de vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Cantei &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Amália por amor"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a minha voz abriu-se em flor&lt;br /&gt;Nos &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Verdes anos" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;da vida.&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/9007622796330032239-3863735897025871099?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3863735897025871099/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=3863735897025871099' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/3863735897025871099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/3863735897025871099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-meu-nome-e-dulce.html' title='O meu nome é Dulce...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XyczODFmiEI/TbCrQLQaMcI/AAAAAAAAAsw/_s8WI1ALagQ/s72-c/dulce%2Bpontes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-8390193797524775402</id><published>2011-04-10T07:18:00.004-11:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T10:36:19.500-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Fado negro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uYE17cK4mA0/TaH0-7KCZEI/AAAAAAAAAso/4MiAnJ5U4aM/s1600/perdida.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uYE17cK4mA0/TaH0-7KCZEI/AAAAAAAAAso/4MiAnJ5U4aM/s400/perdida.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594021574039725122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cai a noite, noite escura&lt;br /&gt;Deita-se o sol na amargura&lt;br /&gt;Da lua desencantada&lt;br /&gt;Vestem-se de negro as estrelas&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração adormece com elas&lt;br /&gt;Abraçado á lágrima calada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tão triste a minha sina&lt;br /&gt;Qual vida de mulher varina…&lt;br /&gt;Que se revolta contra a maré&lt;br /&gt;Põe o xaile e corre á praia&lt;br /&gt;Sorriso amorfo ar de catraia&lt;br /&gt;Nas contas do rosário a sua fé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fado negro, negro fado&lt;br /&gt;Amor perdido amor achado&lt;br /&gt;Nas vielas da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;É no silêncio do queixume&lt;br /&gt;Que a dor se dá em lume&lt;br /&gt;Quando já me encontro perdida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fado negro, madrugada ferida&lt;br /&gt;Manhã magoada p’la despedida&lt;br /&gt;No poema que não escrevi&lt;br /&gt;Já percorri toda esta estrada&lt;br /&gt;De mulher carente, abandonada&lt;br /&gt;Mas de amar não desisti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-8390193797524775402?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8390193797524775402/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=8390193797524775402' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/8390193797524775402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/8390193797524775402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2011/04/fado-negro.html' title='Fado negro...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uYE17cK4mA0/TaH0-7KCZEI/AAAAAAAAAso/4MiAnJ5U4aM/s72-c/perdida.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-8427531134504142618</id><published>2011-03-20T02:08:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T08:02:53.426-10:00</updated><title type='text'>A sombra do medo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lTXHNlC78zk/TYXvKJMKZxI/AAAAAAAAAsg/IDjOzN40CwI/s1600/dark_arte_fotos_11.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lTXHNlC78zk/TYXvKJMKZxI/AAAAAAAAAsg/IDjOzN40CwI/s400/dark_arte_fotos_11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586133870367631122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Descalça vou caminhando&lt;br /&gt;E de sorrisos vou despida&lt;br /&gt;Na bagagem a dor das perdas&lt;br /&gt;E na memoria os pedaços ceifados pela vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passa por mim a alegria&lt;br /&gt;Que parece não me conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Acenando… relembro-lhe que foi minha um dia&lt;br /&gt;Mas não me faço entender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pedras do caminho não se desviam&lt;br /&gt;E insistem para que eu as sinta&lt;br /&gt;Encontro-as em cada passo por mim rasgado&lt;br /&gt;E a dor… de mim já vai faminta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tropeço nas lágrimas furtivas&lt;br /&gt;Ergo-me e volto a caminhar&lt;br /&gt;Sinto mas não encontro ninguém&lt;br /&gt;E de desespero me faço acompanhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuo a minha dura viagem&lt;br /&gt;Palmilhando um caminho penoso e azedo&lt;br /&gt;Nesta estrada que me roubou os sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Perseguida vou, pela sombra do medo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-8427531134504142618?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8427531134504142618/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=8427531134504142618' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/8427531134504142618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/8427531134504142618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2011/03/sombra-do-medo.html' title='A sombra do medo...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lTXHNlC78zk/TYXvKJMKZxI/AAAAAAAAAsg/IDjOzN40CwI/s72-c/dark_arte_fotos_11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-1621023791966816456</id><published>2011-03-13T06:50:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T06:52:04.332-10:00</updated><title type='text'>A voz do silêncio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mdE9mtIQ0C0/TXz2Hq2_XpI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/oBiKRI1K0v0/s1600/esperan_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mdE9mtIQ0C0/TXz2Hq2_XpI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/oBiKRI1K0v0/s400/esperan_a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583608249657024146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Já não sou o mar…&lt;br /&gt;Que outrora lutou com a força do vento&lt;br /&gt;Já não sou a onda…&lt;br /&gt;Que abraçava o imenso areal&lt;br /&gt;Já não sou a rocha…&lt;br /&gt;Que ouvia todo e qualquer lamento&lt;br /&gt;Já não sou o ninho…&lt;br /&gt;Que te protegia do temporal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou hoje…&lt;br /&gt;A palavra que te leva para a outra margem&lt;br /&gt;Sou o sonho que queres decifrar&lt;br /&gt;Sou a mulher a vida e a coragem&lt;br /&gt;E o barco que não se deixa naufragar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou a voz do silêncio que te acompanha&lt;br /&gt;E a força que te abraça a insegurança&lt;br /&gt;Sou o grito, sou o vento da montanha&lt;br /&gt;E o poema que te alimenta a esperança.&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/9007622796330032239-1621023791966816456?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1621023791966816456/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=1621023791966816456' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/1621023791966816456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/1621023791966816456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2011/03/voz-do-silencio.html' title='A voz do silêncio...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mdE9mtIQ0C0/TXz2Hq2_XpI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/oBiKRI1K0v0/s72-c/esperan_a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-4425226384050617936</id><published>2011-02-26T08:42:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T08:44:04.794-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Se ao menos Pessoa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eVMwQN01UYE/TWlJ6MUpzcI/AAAAAAAAAsI/xMjkJye9HAw/s1600/_culos_de_Fernando_Pessoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eVMwQN01UYE/TWlJ6MUpzcI/AAAAAAAAAsI/xMjkJye9HAw/s400/_culos_de_Fernando_Pessoa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578070877564161474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se ao menos Pessoa acordasse os sentidos&lt;br /&gt;E ouvisse os meus gemidos&lt;br /&gt;Nas palavras que o meu silêncio grita&lt;br /&gt;Talvez a poesia fosse verdade&lt;br /&gt;E o mar fizesse a vontade&lt;br /&gt;De me embalar naquilo em que acredita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh mar! Tantas vezes que foste cantado&lt;br /&gt;E pelo poeta desenhado&lt;br /&gt;Nas folhas do entardecer&lt;br /&gt;Ensina-me a amar a saudade&lt;br /&gt;Mas antes…afoga-lhe a crueldade&lt;br /&gt;Antes que ela me deixe morrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ao menos Pessoa estivesse aqui&lt;br /&gt;Lia o livro que não escrevi&lt;br /&gt;E bebia as palavras que não nasceram&lt;br /&gt;Neste mar tantas vezes rasgado&lt;br /&gt;E pelas naus conquistado&lt;br /&gt;Onde tantos filhos por lá se perderam.&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/9007622796330032239-4425226384050617936?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4425226384050617936/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=4425226384050617936' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/4425226384050617936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/4425226384050617936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2011/02/se-ao-menos-pessoa.html' title='Se ao menos Pessoa...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eVMwQN01UYE/TWlJ6MUpzcI/AAAAAAAAAsI/xMjkJye9HAw/s72-c/_culos_de_Fernando_Pessoa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-1749761868123201864</id><published>2011-02-09T11:43:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T11:45:24.203-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Um silêncio que magoa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/TVMK61E3mpI/AAAAAAAAAsA/0nOApEdE1bA/s1600/BandeiraPortuguesa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/TVMK61E3mpI/AAAAAAAAAsA/0nOApEdE1bA/s400/BandeiraPortuguesa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571809169783626386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há nas águas deste mar&lt;br /&gt;Um silêncio que magoa&lt;br /&gt;Já não sinto dor nem pranto&lt;br /&gt;Já nem me cheira a Lisboa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem de longe o meu tormento&lt;br /&gt;Em caravela quinhentista&lt;br /&gt;Com notícias de Portugal&lt;br /&gt;Que há muito perdeu de vista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Mar diz-me tu!&lt;br /&gt;Quantas lágrimas te salgaram&lt;br /&gt;Quantas despedidas te foram tristes&lt;br /&gt;E quantos filhos te abraçaram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Mar diz-me tu!&lt;br /&gt;Que é do povo Português&lt;br /&gt;Conquistador, aventureiro&lt;br /&gt;Mas já perdido das marés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há nas águas deste mar&lt;br /&gt;Uma vontade destemida&lt;br /&gt;Um País por encontrar&lt;br /&gt;E uma história já esquecida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao longe outra caravela&lt;br /&gt;Vestida com a minha bandeira&lt;br /&gt;Trás um Portugal renascido&lt;br /&gt;Quer o silêncio queira ou não queira.&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/9007622796330032239-1749761868123201864?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1749761868123201864/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=1749761868123201864' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/1749761868123201864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/1749761868123201864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2011/02/um-silencio-que-magoa.html' title='Um silêncio que magoa...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/TVMK61E3mpI/AAAAAAAAAsA/0nOApEdE1bA/s72-c/BandeiraPortuguesa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-2227074936489467533</id><published>2011-02-05T13:16:00.008-10:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T02:27:04.644-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Maria do Fado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/TU3a1V2FK8I/AAAAAAAAAr4/Sa9KpXPsmSs/s1600/mariaSevera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/TU3a1V2FK8I/AAAAAAAAAr4/Sa9KpXPsmSs/s400/mariaSevera.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570348924059069378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Conta a lenda&lt;br /&gt;Que certa senhora encantada&lt;br /&gt;Abriu as portas do fado&lt;br /&gt;E fez dele a sua morada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alma fadista&lt;br /&gt;Mulher cheia de magia&lt;br /&gt;Inspiração de poetas&lt;br /&gt;E o sonho da fidalguia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai! Maria&lt;br /&gt;Mulher de corpo formoso&lt;br /&gt;Foste modelo de Malhoa&lt;br /&gt;Paixão do Conde de Vimioso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai! Maria&lt;br /&gt;Maria de uma outra era&lt;br /&gt;Maria tão cheia de fado&lt;br /&gt;Teu nome Maria Severa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fadista, boémia&lt;br /&gt;Fizeste com o Fado uma aliança&lt;br /&gt;O Fado que é tão nosso&lt;br /&gt;Fado nosso, nossa Herança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Severa&lt;br /&gt;Das noites da fadistagem&lt;br /&gt;Onde cantaste poetas&lt;br /&gt;D’um passado sempre em viagem.&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/9007622796330032239-2227074936489467533?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2227074936489467533/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=2227074936489467533' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/2227074936489467533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/2227074936489467533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2011/02/maria-do-fado.html' title='Maria do Fado...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/TU3a1V2FK8I/AAAAAAAAAr4/Sa9KpXPsmSs/s72-c/mariaSevera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-5527550128958343232</id><published>2011-01-31T10:51:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T10:55:13.429-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Procura-me na noite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/TUchlNeucSI/AAAAAAAAArs/6rLy1-fIsAY/s1600/Amor.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 341px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/TUchlNeucSI/AAAAAAAAArs/6rLy1-fIsAY/s400/Amor.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568456387424317730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Procura-me na noite&lt;br /&gt;E encontra-me na encosta dos teus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Sacia-te no néctar da minh’ alma&lt;br /&gt;E passeia p’lo meu corpo os teus lábios risonhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me sentir uma deusa&lt;br /&gt;E desbrava-me como se não houvesse amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Mostra-me a tua fortaleza&lt;br /&gt;E faz dela minha guardiã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ama-me pela noite fora&lt;br /&gt;E faz-me voar em devaneio&lt;br /&gt;Sente no meu corpo a aurora&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto de paixão te presenteio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procura-me na noite&lt;br /&gt;E encontra-me na maciez do luar&lt;br /&gt;Em cada estrela sentirás o meu beijo&lt;br /&gt;E um pedido para que me voltes a amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-5527550128958343232?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5527550128958343232/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=5527550128958343232' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/5527550128958343232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/5527550128958343232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2011/01/procura-me-na-noite.html' title='Procura-me na noite...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/TUchlNeucSI/AAAAAAAAArs/6rLy1-fIsAY/s72-c/Amor.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-2332738388199289376</id><published>2011-01-22T06:03:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T06:07:30.321-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma e sangue Português...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/TTsAqWn3rhI/AAAAAAAAArk/GAqk_9FqsSU/s1600/fadista-campino%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/TTsAqWn3rhI/AAAAAAAAArk/GAqk_9FqsSU/s400/fadista-campino%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565042492173692434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leva-me ao fado &lt;br /&gt;E põe a tua jaqueta&lt;br /&gt;Vamos sentir hoje a alma&lt;br /&gt;Do fadista e do poeta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A luz das velas&lt;br /&gt;Deixa a noite iluminada&lt;br /&gt;Nas veias corre-me o fado&lt;br /&gt;E no coração a toirada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai Portugal&lt;br /&gt;Hoje aqui representado&lt;br /&gt;Com estes cartéis de toiros&lt;br /&gt;E vozes tão cheias de fado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai Portugal&lt;br /&gt;Dos estendais nas ruelas&lt;br /&gt;Escadinhas de calçada&lt;br /&gt;E vasinhos nas janelas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leva-me ao fado&lt;br /&gt;Relembrar vozes de outrora&lt;br /&gt;E cantar à desgarrada&lt;br /&gt;Com os fadistas de agora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A luz das velas&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me sentir desta vez&lt;br /&gt;Que os fados e as toiradas&lt;br /&gt;Têm alma e sangue Português.&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/9007622796330032239-2332738388199289376?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2332738388199289376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=2332738388199289376' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/2332738388199289376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/2332738388199289376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2011/01/alma-e-sangue-portugues.html' title='Alma e sangue Português...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/TTsAqWn3rhI/AAAAAAAAArk/GAqk_9FqsSU/s72-c/fadista-campino%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-5637789653390940397</id><published>2011-01-15T06:51:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T01:45:47.832-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Coração ferido...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/TTHQ2zVN96I/AAAAAAAAArU/Z0KTo9kFm3s/s1600/mulher_II_s_pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/TTHQ2zVN96I/AAAAAAAAArU/Z0KTo9kFm3s/s400/mulher_II_s_pia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562456654689990562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoje deixei de ser quem era&lt;br /&gt;Sou ave morta na Primavera&lt;br /&gt;Apunhalada pela ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Ofereci amor a quem não merecia&lt;br /&gt;Li os meus sentimentos a quem não devia&lt;br /&gt;E por amor caí em tentação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebo solidão a cada momento&lt;br /&gt;O teu silêncio é para mim um tormento&lt;br /&gt;E a minha alegria foi assassinada&lt;br /&gt;A tua ajuda foi prometida…&lt;br /&gt;Mas cada vez que faço uma investida&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me uma mulher desgraçada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou nuvem negra por onde passo&lt;br /&gt;O meu sofrimento é para ti um cansaço&lt;br /&gt;P’lo arrependimento de me teres conhecido&lt;br /&gt;Afectos que te dei, fizeram de ti um ser mais forte&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu…abandonada viajo sem norte&lt;br /&gt;Perdendo no caminho sonhos que havia construído&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrego hoje esta dor infinda&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei porque respiro ainda&lt;br /&gt;Se em mim nada mais existe&lt;br /&gt;Sou a outra, sou a devassa&lt;br /&gt;Sou aquela que por onde passa&lt;br /&gt;Esboça o sorriso de um coração ferido e triste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-5637789653390940397?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5637789653390940397/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=5637789653390940397' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/5637789653390940397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/5637789653390940397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2011/01/coracao-ferido.html' title='Coração ferido...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/TTHQ2zVN96I/AAAAAAAAArU/Z0KTo9kFm3s/s72-c/mulher_II_s_pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-3710707480342636765</id><published>2010-12-02T05:18:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T05:20:33.305-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Maldita noite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/TPe5GFAoeAI/AAAAAAAAArI/FGMvJrNP2XQ/s1600/triste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 373px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/TPe5GFAoeAI/AAAAAAAAArI/FGMvJrNP2XQ/s400/triste.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546104980205238274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como o areal de uma praia deserta&lt;br /&gt;Sou o silêncio da hora incerta&lt;br /&gt;E o beijo que outrora te fez sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Sou a onda que já vem cansada&lt;br /&gt;E que se deita sem se sentir amada&lt;br /&gt;Numa noite que não tarda em cair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou a frente da tempestade que se avizinha&lt;br /&gt;Escondida em cada entrelinha&lt;br /&gt;Muralha que o mar quer rebentar&lt;br /&gt;Sou o ser que encorpa a noite fria&lt;br /&gt;Que vive em perfeita agonia&lt;br /&gt;Aguardando quem nunca há-de chegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Maldita noite que por mim ainda esperas&lt;br /&gt;Mata-me como fizeste às primaveras&lt;br /&gt;Que sorriam ao meu amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;Partirei abraçada á saudade&lt;br /&gt;Levo comigo o amargo que me invade&lt;br /&gt;P´ras penas q’uinda hei-de colher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-3710707480342636765?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3710707480342636765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=3710707480342636765' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/3710707480342636765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/3710707480342636765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2010/12/maldita-noite.html' title='Maldita noite...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/TPe5GFAoeAI/AAAAAAAAArI/FGMvJrNP2XQ/s72-c/triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-3221164733473050645</id><published>2010-10-30T13:14:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T13:17:17.482-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Choro as palavras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/TMynO_CR9jI/AAAAAAAAArA/N7E4XzONreo/s1600/NAO-SEI-SE-TE-AMO-MAIS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/TMynO_CR9jI/AAAAAAAAArA/N7E4XzONreo/s400/NAO-SEI-SE-TE-AMO-MAIS.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533981918012503602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Choro as palavras que escrevo&lt;br /&gt;E as entrelinhas do que não digo&lt;br /&gt;Sou o que devo e o que não devo&lt;br /&gt;E bebo lágrimas como castigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou pedra da calçada já cansada&lt;br /&gt;Numa rua onde já ninguém passa&lt;br /&gt;Sou o grito, sou pedra desventrada&lt;br /&gt;P’lo desejo que lá morava e agora escassa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou o tão desejado cais de outrora&lt;br /&gt;Mas que agora não te segura a corrente&lt;br /&gt;Sou o fogo que te incendiou naquela hora&lt;br /&gt;Labareda que fizeste estrela cadente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou a dor que dilacera a toda a hora&lt;br /&gt;Sou a carne possuída sem pudor&lt;br /&gt;Sou mulher que tem alma e que chora&lt;br /&gt;Que dá seiva… tão só e só por amor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choro as palavras que escrevo&lt;br /&gt;E as entrelinhas do que não digo….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-3221164733473050645?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3221164733473050645/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=3221164733473050645' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/3221164733473050645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/3221164733473050645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2010/10/choro-as-palavras.html' title='Choro as palavras...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/TMynO_CR9jI/AAAAAAAAArA/N7E4XzONreo/s72-c/NAO-SEI-SE-TE-AMO-MAIS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-5664344582342822501</id><published>2010-10-16T05:01:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T05:15:41.055-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/TLnBM-yuEyI/AAAAAAAAAq4/oasiyPXaP90/s1600/tristeza_imagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 386px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/TLnBM-yuEyI/AAAAAAAAAq4/oasiyPXaP90/s400/tristeza_imagem.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528662446332318498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perdida…&lt;br /&gt;Perdida de mim&lt;br /&gt;Perdida de ti&lt;br /&gt;Perdida da vida…&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente perdida…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdida no espaço&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que faço&lt;br /&gt;Não sei onde estou&lt;br /&gt;Nem para onde vou&lt;br /&gt;Perdida…&lt;br /&gt;Perdida…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, vou continuar…&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto o teu amor por mim não chamar&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto não te sentir completamente meu&lt;br /&gt;Estarei perdida olhando o céu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdida no mundo&lt;br /&gt;Num sufoco profundo&lt;br /&gt;Perdida…&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente perdida…&lt;br /&gt;Abraçada à solidão…&lt;br /&gt;Sem apreço nem compaixão&lt;br /&gt;Sigo a rota da minha vida…&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente perdida…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É este o meu mundo…&lt;br /&gt;Tem sido esta a minha vida…&lt;br /&gt;Sempre atenta ao que me rodeia&lt;br /&gt;Mas perdida…&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente perdida…&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/9007622796330032239-5664344582342822501?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5664344582342822501/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=5664344582342822501' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/5664344582342822501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/5664344582342822501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2010/10/perdida.html' title='Perdida...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/TLnBM-yuEyI/AAAAAAAAAq4/oasiyPXaP90/s72-c/tristeza_imagem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-32440175025589045</id><published>2010-10-02T10:36:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T10:39:56.973-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Fado malandro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/TKeYSlUzFdI/AAAAAAAAAqY/FbSePgbcp8E/s1600/fado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/TKeYSlUzFdI/AAAAAAAAAqY/FbSePgbcp8E/s400/fado.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523550913017615826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponho este ar de malandro&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que canto um fado&lt;br /&gt;Vejo o brilhar dos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;E sinto-me por ti beijado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canto porque amo o fado&lt;br /&gt;Mas canto-o só para ti&lt;br /&gt;És a diva, o meu pecado&lt;br /&gt;E o amor que eu aprendi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu fado abraça todas as vielas&lt;br /&gt;Vidas singelas, vidas singelas&lt;br /&gt;E à noite tem o brilho das estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Canto com elas, canto com elas&lt;br /&gt;O meu fado trás o sol á noite escura&lt;br /&gt;E amargura e amargura&lt;br /&gt;E às vezes faz noite o seu dia&lt;br /&gt;Na alegria, na alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponho este ar de malandro&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que canto um fado&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos e penso&lt;br /&gt;No querer ter-te a meu lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canto porque amo o fado&lt;br /&gt;E porque te amo a ti&lt;br /&gt;Imagino-te a meu lado &lt;br /&gt;Desde o dia em que te perdi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-32440175025589045?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/32440175025589045/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=32440175025589045' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/32440175025589045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/32440175025589045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2010/10/fado-malandro.html' title='Fado malandro...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/TKeYSlUzFdI/AAAAAAAAAqY/FbSePgbcp8E/s72-c/fado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-3157911485821480220</id><published>2010-08-19T03:50:00.003-11:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T03:58:51.914-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Leva-me contigo esta noite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/TG1Ga8E87GI/AAAAAAAAAqI/AlxFLrSgBzc/s1600/gozo_imagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 385px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/TG1Ga8E87GI/AAAAAAAAAqI/AlxFLrSgBzc/s400/gozo_imagem.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507135347961424994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leva-me contigo esta noite!&lt;br /&gt;Nos teus sonhos de aventura&lt;br /&gt;Quero mergulhar nas tuas fantasias&lt;br /&gt;Em ondas de prazer e loucura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-te percorrer o meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;E entrego-me sem demora&lt;br /&gt;Sou tua e dou-me por inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Continua! Não pares agora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envolve-me em beijos de mel&lt;br /&gt;E deixa-me em ti naufragar&lt;br /&gt;Num orgasmo doce e perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Tu e eu à luz do luar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-3157911485821480220?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3157911485821480220/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=3157911485821480220' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/3157911485821480220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/3157911485821480220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/leva-me-contigo-esta-noite.html' title='Leva-me contigo esta noite...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/TG1Ga8E87GI/AAAAAAAAAqI/AlxFLrSgBzc/s72-c/gozo_imagem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-8134660754586314746</id><published>2010-06-22T12:44:00.015-11:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T11:25:03.550-10:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu rio tem um tesouro...lá no fundo bem guardado!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/TCFM1pVL6QI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Runmt_c376o/s1600/marcha+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/TCFM1pVL6QI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Runmt_c376o/s400/marcha+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485750305625467138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tenho orgulho no meu bairro&lt;br /&gt;Para mim é o mais belo&lt;br /&gt;Do miradouro das escarpas&lt;br /&gt;Vejo a Tróia e o Castelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu Rio tem um tesouro&lt;br /&gt;Lá no fundo bem guardado&lt;br /&gt;Foi por D. Afonso V&lt;br /&gt;Noutros tempos conquistado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcácer, Alcácer Céguer&lt;br /&gt;Setúbal deu a partida&lt;br /&gt;E os Corsários embarcaram&lt;br /&gt;Arriscando a sua vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas que jovens tão audazes&lt;br /&gt;Que fizeram a nossa historia&lt;br /&gt;Corajosos os rapazes&lt;br /&gt;Cheios de brilho e de glória&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A branca espuma do mar&lt;br /&gt;Embalou as caravelas&lt;br /&gt;E devolveu os corsários&lt;br /&gt;Às raparigas mais belas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este Bairro tem tradição&lt;br /&gt;Veste hoje a fantasia&lt;br /&gt;Desta marcha popular&lt;br /&gt;Com perfumes de maresia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta marcha ao passar&lt;br /&gt;Vai espalhando a beleza&lt;br /&gt;Contagia de alegria&lt;br /&gt;São os Amarelos concerteza!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Marcha 2010 "Grupo Desportivo os Amarelos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Madrinha da Marcha a minha Filha "Margarida Piedade"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Para ouvir a Marcha basta clicar no titulo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/9007622796330032239-8134660754586314746?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1361129106855&amp;ref=mf' title='O meu rio tem um tesouro...lá no fundo bem guardado!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8134660754586314746/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=8134660754586314746' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/8134660754586314746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/8134660754586314746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-meu-rio-tem-um-tesourola-no-fundo-bem.html' title='O meu rio tem um tesouro...lá no fundo bem guardado!'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/TCFM1pVL6QI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Runmt_c376o/s72-c/marcha+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-211591832295503917</id><published>2010-05-16T07:21:00.004-11:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T06:25:19.118+14:00</updated><title type='text'>O Monstro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/goticas/0067.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 659px;" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/goticas/0067.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Entraste sem pedir licença&lt;br /&gt;E sem dar pela tua presença&lt;br /&gt;Possuíste-me de forma leviana&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitaste-te do meu cansaço&lt;br /&gt;E sem pudor ou embaraço&lt;br /&gt;Confrontas-me com força insana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai! Saúde que te perdi…&lt;br /&gt;Ainda ontem estavas aqui&lt;br /&gt;E como eu te agradecia&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não te sinto por perto&lt;br /&gt;E com a alma a descoberto&lt;br /&gt;Abraça-me a melancolia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem és tu? Que me maltratas&lt;br /&gt;E me vais condenando a mente&lt;br /&gt;Quem és tu? Que me consomes&lt;br /&gt;E insistes em estar presente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apoderam-se rasgos de dor&lt;br /&gt;Neste calvário tortuoso&lt;br /&gt;Luto com todas as forças&lt;br /&gt;Mas o caminho é escabroso…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai! Saúde que te perdi…&lt;br /&gt;Quantas rosas, contigo colhi&lt;br /&gt;E hoje só encontro os espinhos&lt;br /&gt;Restam-me as sementes da esperança&lt;br /&gt;Onde deposito toda a confiança&lt;br /&gt;E vou traçando, novos caminhos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai! Saúde que te perdi…&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que este monstro faz aqui&lt;br /&gt;E porque não pára de me corroer?&lt;br /&gt;Se é a morte, que me anuncia&lt;br /&gt;Essa, será certa um dia…&lt;br /&gt;Mas não, quando ele entender…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span &gt;"Homenagem a todos aqueles, que estão a passar ou já passaram por este pesadelo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-211591832295503917?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/211591832295503917/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=211591832295503917' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/211591832295503917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/211591832295503917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-monstro.html' title='O Monstro...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-3474917103792684500</id><published>2010-05-04T09:06:00.003-11:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T09:12:27.839-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Não! Mais não digo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/mulheres_arte/0107.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 323px; height: 420px;" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/mulheres_arte/0107.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Não! Mais não digo…&lt;br /&gt;Nem que me forcem a falar&lt;br /&gt;De vida só conheço perigo&lt;br /&gt;Insensatez e mau estar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não! Não me obriguem…&lt;br /&gt;A levantar a voz ou gritar&lt;br /&gt;Já senti na pele a vertigem&lt;br /&gt;P’la cobardia de quem me fez falar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delineei o meu próprio caminho&lt;br /&gt;Em estradas rugosas de linho&lt;br /&gt;E é assim que vou continuar&lt;br /&gt;Tropeçando em cada obstáculo&lt;br /&gt;Em cada queda o meu oráculo&lt;br /&gt;Mas não me deixarei manipular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não! Mais não digo…&lt;br /&gt;Espalhei rosas na minha viagem&lt;br /&gt;Se não souberem desviar os espinhos&lt;br /&gt;Então chamem-me, tenham coragem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não! Não me obriguem…&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não vou parar ou recuar&lt;br /&gt;E as penas que encontrar na viagem&lt;br /&gt;Só me darão força para avançar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não! Mais não digo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-3474917103792684500?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3474917103792684500/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=3474917103792684500' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/3474917103792684500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/3474917103792684500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2010/05/nao-mais-nao-digo.html' title='Não! Mais não digo...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-6111456910883174057</id><published>2010-04-22T07:27:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T07:31:28.666-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Vento do desalento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/fantasia/0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 500px;" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/fantasia/0058.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cai a noite…&lt;br /&gt;O vento chega em desalento&lt;br /&gt;E aproxima-se de tantos…&lt;br /&gt;Tantos…que nem se sabe de quantos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instala-se o medo em pranto&lt;br /&gt;Rios de lágrimas, formam o manto…&lt;br /&gt;Que se estende no desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;Rios de perguntas pairam no ar&lt;br /&gt;Muitas respostas ficam por dar&lt;br /&gt;E nasce um terror muito contido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é pensada a cada momento&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia… cada tormento…&lt;br /&gt;E o vento vai soprando sem norte&lt;br /&gt;A guerra está instalada&lt;br /&gt;Cada guerreiro prepara a cilada&lt;br /&gt;Tornando-se um ser cada vez mais forte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não! Eu contigo não caminho!&lt;br /&gt;Nem lutarei sozinho…&lt;br /&gt;Mas estarei na linha da frente&lt;br /&gt;Serás derrotada…oh! Noite escura&lt;br /&gt;Noite sem pudor ou bravura&lt;br /&gt;P´la força de tanta, tanta gente…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Vitoriosos desta noite&lt;br /&gt;Heróis das forças deste vento&lt;br /&gt;Que sobrevivestes a cada açoite&lt;br /&gt;Mensageiros da coragem e alento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-6111456910883174057?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6111456910883174057/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=6111456910883174057' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/6111456910883174057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/6111456910883174057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2010/04/vento-do-desalento.html' title='Vento do desalento...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-5014156684167028058</id><published>2010-03-19T13:24:00.002-11:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T13:34:32.805-11:00</updated><title type='text'>O sonho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/romanticas/0050.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 387px;" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/romanticas/0050.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amei-te hoje pela última vez&lt;br /&gt;Entreguei-me ao amor que não se fez&lt;br /&gt;Partilhei contigo as mais sábias palavras&lt;br /&gt;Na entrega, deite o corpo que há muito não lavras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deitei-me na cama que não conheci&lt;br /&gt;Nos braços da lua, adormeci&lt;br /&gt;E foi no sonho que tu me quiseste&lt;br /&gt;De libido em chamas assim te deste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas asas do sonho, entrei no jogo&lt;br /&gt;E num passo de dança apaguei o fogo&lt;br /&gt;Senti-me borboleta a voar pelo quarto&lt;br /&gt;E pela primeira vez, não te senti de mim farto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Fui-me sentindo, tão cheia de mim&lt;br /&gt;Exalava no quarto cheiro a jasmim&lt;br /&gt;Quando acordei, sozinha eu estava&lt;br /&gt;E beijei a vida que por mim chamava!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-5014156684167028058?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5014156684167028058/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=5014156684167028058' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/5014156684167028058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/5014156684167028058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-sonho.html' title='O sonho...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-7768411190060214426</id><published>2009-11-01T10:22:00.004-11:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T10:50:55.585-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Informação...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A todos os amigos e seguidores deste blog,  peço desculpa pela minha ausência de postagens e comentários...isto porque estou a viver um momento maravilhoso na minha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A grande responsável por esta ausência chama-se Maria Alice, a minha Neta que nasceu na quarta-feira dia 28 de Outubro, uma menina linda que me está a encantar como se eu estivesse a viver um conto de fadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Beijos para todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-7768411190060214426?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7768411190060214426/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=7768411190060214426' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/7768411190060214426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/7768411190060214426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2009/11/informacao.html' title='Informação...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-781110340973406871</id><published>2009-10-12T09:13:00.002-11:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T09:32:11.584-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Almas apaixonadas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/paixao/0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 403px; height: 602px;" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/paixao/0043.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sinto o esmiuçar do desejo&lt;br /&gt;Neste ensejo que chega com a aurora&lt;br /&gt;Na entrega a um caloroso beijo&lt;br /&gt;Os nossos corpos enlaçam-se sem demora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há uma chama que não se deixa apagar&lt;br /&gt;E ilumina as sombras projectadas&lt;br /&gt;Nas paredes que testemunham o arfar&lt;br /&gt;Destas almas loucamente apaixonadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz do meu corpo a tua estrada&lt;br /&gt;Que eu em desvario irei contigo&lt;br /&gt;Num prazer recíproco serei a fada&lt;br /&gt;Que se perde nos braços do porto de abrigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-781110340973406871?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/781110340973406871/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=781110340973406871' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/781110340973406871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/781110340973406871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2009/10/almas-apaixonadas.html' title='Almas apaixonadas...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-856329526001175801</id><published>2009-10-06T09:57:00.003-11:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T10:17:05.749-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Abandono...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/tristeza/0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 611px;" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/tristeza/0037.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sai de mim e leva o teu abandono&lt;br /&gt;Que hoje já não me tiras o sono&lt;br /&gt;Como outrora já o fizeste&lt;br /&gt;O amor já não exala no nosso quarto&lt;br /&gt;De beijos e carícias ficaste farto&lt;br /&gt;E as promessas de amor, já as esqueceste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero acordar pela manhã&lt;br /&gt;Sorrir numa alegria sã&lt;br /&gt;Sem me sentir estigmatizada&lt;br /&gt;Serei eu uma mulher por inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Nas margens deste ribeiro&lt;br /&gt;Em que um dia a água foi maltratada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Agora vou ser mais eu!&lt;br /&gt;Desligar-me-ei de tudo o que é teu&lt;br /&gt;Para que nada me reste do passado&lt;br /&gt;Leva contigo a violência&lt;br /&gt;Junto com a tua demência&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu não vou cantar mais esse fado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se um dia vires passar na rua&lt;br /&gt;Aquela que já foi tua&lt;br /&gt;Com os filhos que não quiseste&lt;br /&gt;Lembra-te sempre meu querido&lt;br /&gt;O quanto te foi pedido&lt;br /&gt;Aquando o amor que tu não me deste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-856329526001175801?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/856329526001175801/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=856329526001175801' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/856329526001175801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/856329526001175801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2009/10/abandono.html' title='Abandono...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-1199064735725058343</id><published>2009-09-29T09:41:00.014-11:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T09:43:35.394-11:00</updated><title type='text'>A "Bolacha Piedade"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SsKEodj5K6I/AAAAAAAAApM/_X1i6WDAaEA/s1600-h/Scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SsKEodj5K6I/AAAAAAAAApM/_X1i6WDAaEA/s400/Scan0004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387013934953343906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há muitos anos atrás…&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo antes de Setúbal ser elevada a Cidade&lt;br /&gt;Nascera no seio de uma família&lt;br /&gt;A apetitosa “Bolacha Piedade”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era em alguidares de barro&lt;br /&gt;Habilidosamente amassada&lt;br /&gt;Pela força de braços estendida&lt;br /&gt;Entre uma e outra fornada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vendia de rua em rua&lt;br /&gt;O miúdo do tabuleiro&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não era avistado&lt;br /&gt;Mas já lhe sentiam o cheiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estaladiça e tão perfumada&lt;br /&gt;Lá se dava a conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde foi divulgada&lt;br /&gt;Por uma grande, grande Mulher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Piedade&lt;br /&gt;Uma mulher sem vaidade&lt;br /&gt;Mas com razões para o ser&lt;br /&gt;Fez desta Bolacha a sua bandeira&lt;br /&gt;Dedicou-lhe a vida inteira&lt;br /&gt;E deu-lhe as asas para crescer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindo o desfile de cestos&lt;br /&gt;A caminho da Avenida&lt;br /&gt;Corre para a feira de Santiago&lt;br /&gt;A sua menina querida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P´la Cidade foi distinguida&lt;br /&gt;E p’lo D. Duarte elogiada &lt;br /&gt;Viaja além fronteiras&lt;br /&gt;Esta delicia tão cobiçada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E hoje a tradição é mantida&lt;br /&gt;Em todos os eventos da Cidade&lt;br /&gt;È o segredo de uma vida&lt;br /&gt;A nossa “Bolacha Piedade”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;******************************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Homenagem á  "Bolacha Piedade". Uma tradição Setubalense com grande procura. O  segredo...esse, está muito bem guardado pela minha famíla desde 1855.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Á minha avó materna Maria Piedade,  agradecemos o facto de ter dado continuidade a esta tradição, que já faz parte da história da nossa Cidade.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/9007622796330032239-1199064735725058343?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1199064735725058343/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=1199064735725058343' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/1199064735725058343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/1199064735725058343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2009/09/bolacha-piedade.html' title='A &quot;Bolacha Piedade&quot;'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SsKEodj5K6I/AAAAAAAAApM/_X1i6WDAaEA/s72-c/Scan0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-5760454551663499713</id><published>2009-09-16T11:28:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T11:31:47.988-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Às vezes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/fantasia/0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 523px;" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/fantasia/0069.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Às vezes…&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me só no meio da multidão&lt;br /&gt;Sou carne sedenta de amor e paixão&lt;br /&gt;Sou raiva &lt;br /&gt;Sou paz &lt;br /&gt;Sou alegria&lt;br /&gt;Sou vida &lt;br /&gt;Sou dádiva&lt;br /&gt;Sou fantasia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes…&lt;br /&gt;Sou o animo que não encontro em mim&lt;br /&gt;Sou a fortaleza e o festim&lt;br /&gt;Da vida de quem desespera&lt;br /&gt;Sou luz ou talvez a miragem&lt;br /&gt;Sou o encontro com a coragem&lt;br /&gt;E o ser quem alguém sempre espera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes…&lt;br /&gt;Apetece-me desistir&lt;br /&gt;Perco a vontade de sorrir&lt;br /&gt;E sinto medo de falhar&lt;br /&gt;Mas enfrento a minha própria cobardia&lt;br /&gt;Desprendo-me das amarras da fobia&lt;br /&gt;E continuo a caminhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes…&lt;br /&gt;Choro o que não quero&lt;br /&gt;Oiço o que não espero&lt;br /&gt;Fracasso mas persisto&lt;br /&gt;Paro para pensar&lt;br /&gt;Volto a sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Resisto, insisto e não desisto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-5760454551663499713?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5760454551663499713/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=5760454551663499713' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/5760454551663499713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/5760454551663499713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-vezes.html' title='Às vezes...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-3693158244727679534</id><published>2009-08-29T23:34:00.003-11:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T08:04:19.744-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Terra de mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SppWWkKSPMI/AAAAAAAAApE/EPn_Myjwd1g/s1600-h/praça+do+bocage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SppWWkKSPMI/AAAAAAAAApE/EPn_Myjwd1g/s400/praça+do+bocage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375704050884033730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh terra de mim&lt;br /&gt;Que te embalas em braços de mar&lt;br /&gt;Oh gente nascida das tuas entranhas&lt;br /&gt;Que teima p’ra sempre em te amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Serra de verde manto&lt;br /&gt;Perfume de toda a Cidade&lt;br /&gt;Lêem-se lamúrias de dor&lt;br /&gt;Nesse desventre sem dó nem piedade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai quanta inspiração de poetas&lt;br /&gt;Neste berço de Luísa Todi que te cantou&lt;br /&gt;És o grande orgulho de quem te ama&lt;br /&gt;E palco dos estragos de quem nunca te amou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-3693158244727679534?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3693158244727679534/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=3693158244727679534' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/3693158244727679534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/3693158244727679534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2009/08/terra-de-mim.html' title='Terra de mim...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SppWWkKSPMI/AAAAAAAAApE/EPn_Myjwd1g/s72-c/praça+do+bocage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-8261413961204733966</id><published>2009-04-30T06:32:00.006-11:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T02:41:38.763-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Sado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/Sfng844s_wI/AAAAAAAAAo8/IP2eO1EhQag/s1600-h/1805793+sado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330538970636680962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/Sfng844s_wI/AAAAAAAAAo8/IP2eO1EhQag/s400/1805793+sado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;És um espelho prateado&lt;br /&gt;Quando a lua te irradia&lt;br /&gt;O teu perfume doce e alado&lt;br /&gt;Dança no vento em alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraças quem te visita&lt;br /&gt;E mostras a tua riqueza&lt;br /&gt;E só quem te vê acredita&lt;br /&gt;Que beijas a natureza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu Sado, meu Sado&lt;br /&gt;Manto azulado&lt;br /&gt;Pedaços de Mar&lt;br /&gt;Hino á alegria&lt;br /&gt;Seja noite ou seja dia&lt;br /&gt;Eu irei sempre te amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu Sado, meu Sado&lt;br /&gt;Pelo sol coroado&lt;br /&gt;Meu rio da sorte&lt;br /&gt;Em tudo és diferente&lt;br /&gt;Até a tua corrente&lt;br /&gt;Vai do Sul para Norte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofereces a brisa á cidade&lt;br /&gt;Mal acorda um novo dia&lt;br /&gt;E frutos da melhor qualidade&lt;br /&gt;Com sabores a maresia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na bela praia de Tróia&lt;br /&gt;Tens o altar da Protectora&lt;br /&gt;Meu Sado tu és a jóia&lt;br /&gt;Do Rosário da Nossa Senhora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-8261413961204733966?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8261413961204733966/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=8261413961204733966' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/8261413961204733966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/8261413961204733966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/meu-sado.html' title='Meu Sado...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/Sfng844s_wI/AAAAAAAAAo8/IP2eO1EhQag/s72-c/1805793+sado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-8698046598845242454</id><published>2009-04-23T08:38:00.004-11:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T09:19:35.929-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SfDLXVkU-mI/AAAAAAAAAos/6oHMYM-MfIw/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SfDLXVkU-mI/AAAAAAAAAos/6oHMYM-MfIw/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327981960966240866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Este é o cartaz do Musical "Por dez Réis". Esta peça esteve em cena  em Setúbal e foi um sucesso.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi um grande desafio que o meu Amigo Portugal da Silveira (autor da peça) me fez, para que eu escrevesse grande parte das letras. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este Musical foi inspirado na história de uma Operária da indústria Conserveira (Mariana Torres), que foi assassinada em 1911 em Setúbal, por ter movido homens e mulheres da sua classe contra as forças da opressão, em prol de um aumento de Dez Réis de salário. Esta mulher durante muitos anos foi esquecida e apagada da história. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há alguns meses atrás, publiquei um poema de Homenagem á Mariana Torres e hoje anexo o cartaz da peça. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora que já conhecem a história, deixo-vos novamente com o poema para uma melhor compreensão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mariana…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mariana…A operária conserveira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que da fome foi companheira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas lutou por um ideal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ergueu a voz com convicção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Contra as forças da opressão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E a injustiça social&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mariana… Do passado e do presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do povo Setubalense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ávido da sua história&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mulher achada, Mulher perdida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Assassinada em plena Avenida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sem reconhecimento nem memória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mariana…Amiga, camarada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lutadora, maltratada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por ilustres nomes da Cidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não tiveste nome de rua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A vala comum foi toda tua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Para que fosse esquecida a tua identidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mariana…Foste agora Homenageada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A tua história será divulgada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Com todo o respeito merecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Corajosa, aventureira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;És o rosto da mulher conserveira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E de um passado que jamais será esquecido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-8698046598845242454?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8698046598845242454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=8698046598845242454' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/8698046598845242454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/8698046598845242454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/este-e-o-cartaz-do-musical-por-dez-reis.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SfDLXVkU-mI/AAAAAAAAAos/6oHMYM-MfIw/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-2297729440706899005</id><published>2009-04-09T07:06:00.002-11:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T07:10:16.647-11:00</updated><title type='text'>A quimera...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/Sd45rVvRrVI/AAAAAAAAAoU/O3cupAS0COI/s1600-h/0075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322755226331098450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/Sd45rVvRrVI/AAAAAAAAAoU/O3cupAS0COI/s400/0075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ouço o teu pranto em desalento&lt;br /&gt;Em notas altas trazidas pelo vento&lt;br /&gt;Que só o sangue sabe escutar&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o teu grito nas entranhas&lt;br /&gt;Com dores de mentiras tamanhas&lt;br /&gt;De um falso enigma por decifrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu sorriso há muito esquecido&lt;br /&gt;Esboça um ar esmorecido&lt;br /&gt;De quem já não sabe sonhar&lt;br /&gt;És o caminho das lágrimas já cansadas&lt;br /&gt;Que morrem ao longo dessas estradas&lt;br /&gt;Que a tua mente quer olvidar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voa em busca da verdade&lt;br /&gt;Sente no vento a liberdade&lt;br /&gt;E vive a primavera que te espera&lt;br /&gt;Abre a porta da esperança&lt;br /&gt;Quebra o pesadelo da má lembrança&lt;br /&gt;E a tua vida será uma quimera.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/Sd45YT67EeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/sXef_c89HbA/s1600-h/0075.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-2297729440706899005?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2297729440706899005/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=2297729440706899005' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/2297729440706899005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/2297729440706899005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/quimera_09.html' title='A quimera...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/Sd45rVvRrVI/AAAAAAAAAoU/O3cupAS0COI/s72-c/0075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-2684960786524177264</id><published>2009-02-08T06:12:00.003-11:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T08:35:27.570+14:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical "Por dez réis"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Este é o cartaz do musical, para o qual escrevi uma boa parte das letras. Foi um trabalho enriquecedor e muito gratificante. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Esta peça, faz o relato de um acontecimento verídico, que se deu em Setúbal em 1911, onde se apresenta a história de "Mariana Torres", uma operária da industria conserveira, que moveu homens e mulheres da sua classe, contra as forças da opressão, pedindo um aumento de 10 Réis no salário.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Com base nesta história, fiz há uns meses atrás um poema que se encontra no blog e que volto a publica-lo para uma melhor compreensão.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Mariana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Mariana…A operária conserveira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Que da fome foi companheira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Mas lutou por um ideal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Ergueu a voz com convicção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Contra as forças da opressão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;E a injustiça social&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Mariana… Do passado e do presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Do povo Setubalense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Ávido da sua história&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Mulher achada, Mulher perdida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Assassinada em plena Avenida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Sem reconhecimento nem memória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Mariana…Amiga, camarada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Lutadora, maltratada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Por ilustres nomes da Cidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Não tiveste nome de rua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;A vala comum foi toda tua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Para que fosse esquecida a tua identidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Mariana…Foste agora Homenageada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;A tua história será divulgada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Com todo o respeito merecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Corajosa, aventureira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;És o rosto da mulher conserveira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;E de um passado que jamais será esquecido.&lt;/span&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/9007622796330032239-2684960786524177264?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2684960786524177264/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=2684960786524177264' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/2684960786524177264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/2684960786524177264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2009/02/musical-por-dez-reis.html' title='Musical &quot;Por dez réis&quot;'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-759748554056553957</id><published>2009-01-26T13:19:00.003-11:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:24:18.019-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanheceu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SX5TovWoGDI/AAAAAAAAAnM/N7iqyTQWifk/s1600-h/guerra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SX5TovWoGDI/AAAAAAAAAnM/N7iqyTQWifk/s320/guerra.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295762171205523506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amanheceu, o medo que era teu agora é meu&lt;br /&gt;A paisagem que era verde pereceu&lt;br /&gt;E o pássaro que cantava emudeceu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A criança que se fazia não nasceu&lt;br /&gt;O barco que navegava desapareceu&lt;br /&gt;E o sol que brilhava escureceu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanheceu, o dia em que o mundo escondeu&lt;br /&gt;Os ventres que a fome derreteu&lt;br /&gt;Numa luta que um povo perdeu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-759748554056553957?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/759748554056553957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=759748554056553957' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/759748554056553957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/759748554056553957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2009/01/amanheceu.html' title='Amanheceu...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SX5TovWoGDI/AAAAAAAAAnM/N7iqyTQWifk/s72-c/guerra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-9078020687947782563</id><published>2009-01-08T12:45:00.006-11:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T03:12:47.327-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor perfumado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SWaRxtLWfQI/AAAAAAAAAmI/8hAYHddHy1Q/s1600-h/9e104ca1ad2f0ca623145faoo0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SWaRxtLWfQI/AAAAAAAAAmI/8hAYHddHy1Q/s320/9e104ca1ad2f0ca623145faoo0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289075095520050434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Faz-me acordar pela manhã&lt;br /&gt;Quando o sol tiver nascido em ti&lt;br /&gt;Saboreia no meu peito a hortelã&lt;br /&gt;E refresca o teu corpo no amor que repeti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prova em devaneio o saboroso mel&lt;br /&gt;Nas palavras perdidas no teu leito&lt;br /&gt;No chão ainda vibra cada decibel&lt;br /&gt;De um prazer louco de tão perfeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebo cada suspiro teu&lt;br /&gt;Na hora em que o sol põe em mim&lt;br /&gt;Sacias cada desejo meu&lt;br /&gt;E perfumas-me de amor e jasmim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-9078020687947782563?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/9078020687947782563/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=9078020687947782563' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/9078020687947782563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/9078020687947782563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2009/01/perfume-de-amor.html' title='Amor perfumado...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SWaRxtLWfQI/AAAAAAAAAmI/8hAYHddHy1Q/s72-c/9e104ca1ad2f0ca623145faoo0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-2917170509919483059</id><published>2008-12-16T10:42:00.007-11:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:59:12.743-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Mensagem de Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUmKk56wOjI/AAAAAAAAAl4/05ToPyg9IGM/s1600-h/0feliznatal.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUmKk56wOjI/AAAAAAAAAl4/05ToPyg9IGM/s320/0feliznatal.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280904404695792178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dos Natais passados restam-me as memorias&lt;br /&gt;Abraçam-me as saudades libertam-se as histórias&lt;br /&gt;Ilumino cada passagem da infância já perdida&lt;br /&gt;Brindo a cada momento das consoadas da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o Natal presente seja repleto de saúde e alegria&lt;br /&gt;De arvores iluminadas com beijos que ofusquem a hipocrisia&lt;br /&gt;Que cada casa seja um presépio de paz, vida e esperança&lt;br /&gt;E que as famílias se unam com os que já partiram na lembrança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o Natal seja construído a cada dia do ano&lt;br /&gt;Celebrado em verdade para não cair no profano&lt;br /&gt;Seja esta festa um hino ao amor e á fraternidade&lt;br /&gt;Que se cumpra a vontade de Deus e haja paz na humanidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-2917170509919483059?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2917170509919483059/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=2917170509919483059' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/2917170509919483059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/2917170509919483059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/12/mensagem-de-natal.html' title='Mensagem de Natal'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUmKk56wOjI/AAAAAAAAAl4/05ToPyg9IGM/s72-c/0feliznatal.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-6971199306926545386</id><published>2008-12-04T11:06:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T11:08:52.641-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero ser...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SThU4EObupI/AAAAAAAAAlI/VLfcK_4e9fI/s1600-h/lena2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SThU4EObupI/AAAAAAAAAlI/VLfcK_4e9fI/s320/lena2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276060285648222866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando o sol se deitar e o frio da noite cair&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser a tua sede a fragrância e o elixir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando as aves se calarem e o sonho tiver acabado&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser a sinfonia do presente e do passado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trago rios de palavras que transbordam o meu ser&lt;br /&gt;Segredos por desvendar e amor por acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Trago o brilho das estrelas e os sorrisos da lua&lt;br /&gt;O meu corpo em aguarela e a minh’alma pura e nua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o Outono terminar e o Inverno tiver chegado&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser a tua gruta de encontros com o pecado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser a tua história a referência e a memória&lt;br /&gt;O fruto proibido num oásis em êxtase de licor&lt;br /&gt;O delírio do teu leito em perfeita tempestade de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-6971199306926545386?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6971199306926545386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=6971199306926545386' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/6971199306926545386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/6971199306926545386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/12/quero-ser.html' title='Quero ser...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SThU4EObupI/AAAAAAAAAlI/VLfcK_4e9fI/s72-c/lena2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-4548603720469124732</id><published>2008-11-27T08:57:00.003-11:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T02:45:55.395-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/STBJaGe7mPI/AAAAAAAAAlA/6pTyfAIbWTE/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 103px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/STBJaGe7mPI/AAAAAAAAAlA/6pTyfAIbWTE/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273795876416624882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz frio,&lt;br /&gt;Lá fora o vento sopra, desmembrando as árvores agastadas&lt;br /&gt;As nuvens correm como loucas, sem rumo desesperadas&lt;br /&gt;E eu aqui…&lt;br /&gt;Triste e humilhada pela minha impotência&lt;br /&gt;Pelo silêncio na denúncia a tamanha violência&lt;br /&gt;Faz frio…&lt;br /&gt;Sobre as pedras da calçada, procuras um desencantado conforto&lt;br /&gt;Poucas são as vestes que trazes e a fome deixa-te absorto&lt;br /&gt; Numa outra rua, numa mesma fome num outro lugar&lt;br /&gt;Onde uma mama secou, há uma criança a chorar…&lt;br /&gt;E eu aqui…&lt;br /&gt;Triste e humilhada pela minha impotência&lt;br /&gt;Por não te puder valer na denúncia da carência&lt;br /&gt;Faz frio…&lt;br /&gt;E eu aqui…&lt;br /&gt;Encarnando cada vida, cada momento triste&lt;br /&gt;Cada hora mal passada, cada lágrima derramada&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto lá fora o vento sopra e as nuvens correm como loucas&lt;br /&gt;No meu grito solta-se a revolta que não chega às orelhas moucas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-4548603720469124732?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4548603720469124732/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=4548603720469124732' title='24 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/4548603720469124732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/4548603720469124732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/11/revolta.html' title='Revolta...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/STBJaGe7mPI/AAAAAAAAAlA/6pTyfAIbWTE/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-8091168570744817318</id><published>2008-11-18T11:19:00.005-11:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T11:32:00.202-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje quero ser louca...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SSNB11E76RI/AAAAAAAAAko/BoyXlosn8oc/s1600-h/2d82224abaccdc2dd3bc9e9dj7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SSNB11E76RI/AAAAAAAAAko/BoyXlosn8oc/s320/2d82224abaccdc2dd3bc9e9dj7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270128381990267154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Quero ser louca &lt;br /&gt;Quando os nossos olhares se encontrarem&lt;br /&gt;E quando disseres que me amas&lt;br /&gt;Quando saborear o suco dos teus beijos&lt;br /&gt;E quando a paixão se der em chamas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser louca&lt;br /&gt;Quando os teus dedos delinearem o meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Como quem procura um tesouro perdido&lt;br /&gt;Quando tu e eu formos um só&lt;br /&gt;E quando a minh’alma te servir de brigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser louca&lt;br /&gt;E quero entregar-me por inteiro&lt;br /&gt;E em loucura te direi&lt;br /&gt;Que és tu o meu amor primeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-8091168570744817318?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8091168570744817318/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=8091168570744817318' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/8091168570744817318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/8091168570744817318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/11/hoje-quero-ser-louca.html' title='Hoje quero ser louca...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SSNB11E76RI/AAAAAAAAAko/BoyXlosn8oc/s72-c/2d82224abaccdc2dd3bc9e9dj7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-7113997275262762320</id><published>2008-11-13T09:35:00.003-11:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:40:22.064-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplesmente só...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SRyP_uBa_zI/AAAAAAAAAkY/nuEyfqATOGI/s1600-h/img472e2f080b70e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SRyP_uBa_zI/AAAAAAAAAkY/nuEyfqATOGI/s320/img472e2f080b70e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268243988965162802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai de mim que tanto te amo&lt;br /&gt;E que não te encontro nas minhas frias noites&lt;br /&gt;Na escuridão não te vejo no caminho&lt;br /&gt;E a saudade sangra-me o coração com açoites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfumei-me com aromas de flores silvestres&lt;br /&gt;Para que sentisses no meu amor a liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Á tua espera alimentei-me de paixão&lt;br /&gt;Vestida de prazer e de verdade &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiz a nossa cama em branco linho&lt;br /&gt;E com pétalas de rosas abracei romãs&lt;br /&gt;Embriaguei o amor com verde vinho&lt;br /&gt;Mas sozinha acordei todas as manhãs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-7113997275262762320?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7113997275262762320/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=7113997275262762320' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/7113997275262762320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/7113997275262762320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/11/simplesmente-s.html' title='Simplesmente só...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SRyP_uBa_zI/AAAAAAAAAkY/nuEyfqATOGI/s72-c/img472e2f080b70e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-7501124563694215209</id><published>2008-10-31T12:03:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:12:56.995-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou farta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SQuQ4zS3mEI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/nH_DXiB4s0o/s1600-h/0131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SQuQ4zS3mEI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/nH_DXiB4s0o/s320/0131.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263459895028979778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Estou farta de ser quem nunca fui&lt;br /&gt;E de não ser quem realmente sou&lt;br /&gt;Despi-me das falsas identidades &lt;br /&gt;E será assim que agora me dou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me peças para ser quem queres que eu seja&lt;br /&gt;Porque das outras já não me resta nada&lt;br /&gt;Serei assim, serei eu mesma&lt;br /&gt;De representar fiquei cansada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não temo as tuas ameaças&lt;br /&gt;O teu grito já não me intimida&lt;br /&gt;Fui eu uma manta de retalhos&lt;br /&gt;De quantas as mulheres que te passaram pela vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Quanta loucura ainda vive em ti&lt;br /&gt;E em quantos mares de lágrimas eu já naveguei&lt;br /&gt;Por seres insano sonhos perdi&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora basta! Porque hoje mudei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-7501124563694215209?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7501124563694215209/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=7501124563694215209' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/7501124563694215209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/7501124563694215209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/10/estou-farta-de-ser-quem-nunca-fui-e-de.html' title='Estou farta...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SQuQ4zS3mEI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/nH_DXiB4s0o/s72-c/0131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-6020449531531090661</id><published>2008-10-27T12:16:00.003-11:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:29:44.652-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Odeio-te!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SQZNwdYldEI/AAAAAAAAAkA/VFw6lP0w1PU/s1600-h/0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SQZNwdYldEI/AAAAAAAAAkA/VFw6lP0w1PU/s320/0031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261978709545808962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh! Profissão que me dás de comer&lt;br /&gt;Que vergonha por te pertencer&lt;br /&gt;Mas outra não conheci…&lt;br /&gt;Nascida de ti fui criada&lt;br /&gt;Explorada e mal tratada&lt;br /&gt;E de tudo aprendi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacio a fome de homens&lt;br /&gt;Carniceiros e lobisomens&lt;br /&gt;De camisa bem vincada&lt;br /&gt;Servem-se do prazer que não conheço&lt;br /&gt;Tem meu corpo um conspurcado preço&lt;br /&gt;Num saldo de uma qualquer estrada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Profissão que me dás de comer&lt;br /&gt;Fala-me do amor ao anoitecer&lt;br /&gt;Para que parta a sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Desta vida estou cansada&lt;br /&gt;Mata-me hoje na tua estrada&lt;br /&gt;Antes que me voltem a usar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-6020449531531090661?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6020449531531090661/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=6020449531531090661' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/6020449531531090661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/6020449531531090661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/10/odeio-te_27.html' title='Odeio-te!'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SQZNwdYldEI/AAAAAAAAAkA/VFw6lP0w1PU/s72-c/0031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-3683551442119879752</id><published>2008-10-22T10:46:00.006-11:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T11:15:31.634-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Do tempo esquecido...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cbr%3E%3Ca%20href=" title="Recados para Orkut"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/fotos/0071.jpg" border="0" alt="Recados e Imagens - Fotos - Orkut" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És tempo que o tempo já não sabe contar&lt;br /&gt;Caravela que enfrenta as iras do mar&lt;br /&gt;De velas rasgadas p’las intempéries da vida &lt;br /&gt;No olhar o queixume das vivencias de outrora&lt;br /&gt;Aquele sentimento que teme mas implora&lt;br /&gt;Que tragam de novo a mocidade perdida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No teu rosto adivinhasse a sabedoria&lt;br /&gt;Das obras que edificaste um dia&lt;br /&gt;Em prol de vermes da sociedade&lt;br /&gt;Feitos que há muito foram esquecidos&lt;br /&gt;Que do reconhecimento andam perdidos&lt;br /&gt;Na gaveta de quem guarda essa inverdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortalece-te agora nas forças do vento&lt;br /&gt;Renasce em vitória das entranhas do tempo&lt;br /&gt;Antes que este se dilua e se esgote&lt;br /&gt;Desperta agora todos os sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Para que os vermes sejam punidos&lt;br /&gt;E que ninguém mais te derrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-3683551442119879752?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3683551442119879752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=3683551442119879752' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/3683551442119879752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/3683551442119879752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/10/do-tempo-esquecido.html' title='Do tempo esquecido...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-4263023134173058525</id><published>2008-10-19T10:12:00.004-11:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T12:08:50.248-11:00</updated><title type='text'>"Os Alcorrazes" na RTP 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Cantaram e encantaram, um desses momentos foi com este meu poema "Bairro Troino". Oiçam e saboreiem o Bairro onde nasci e cresci. Aqui deixo um carinhoso beijo no Coração deste Grupo que muito me orgulho de ser Amiga.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O_ykvwRWHQQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O_ykvwRWHQQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-4263023134173058525?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4263023134173058525/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=4263023134173058525' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/4263023134173058525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/4263023134173058525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/10/os-alcorrazes-na-rtp-1.html' title='&quot;Os Alcorrazes&quot; na RTP 1'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-221551016395951789</id><published>2008-10-10T13:14:00.007-11:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T06:07:44.581-11:00</updated><title type='text'>O caminho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" title="Recados para Orkut" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cbr%3E%3Ca%20href="&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 366px; HEIGHT: 468px" height="685" alt="Recados e Imagens - Paz - Orkut" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/paz/0018.jpg" width="550" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa que o sol entre na tua vida&lt;br /&gt;Esquece as amarguras passadas&lt;br /&gt;Existe uma oportunidade escondida&lt;br /&gt;Para que as tuas noites voltem a ser estreladas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segue o caminho da luz&lt;br /&gt;Vai em frente, continua&lt;br /&gt;Se é a vida que te seduz&lt;br /&gt;Então prende-a porque ela é tua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há um caminho secreto&lt;br /&gt;Que só tu podes descobrir&lt;br /&gt;E só ficará completo&lt;br /&gt;Se caminhares a sorrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando terminares a viagem&lt;br /&gt;Esperar-te-ei na saída&lt;br /&gt;Para te aliviar a bagagem&lt;br /&gt;Que perturbou a tua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-221551016395951789?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/221551016395951789/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=221551016395951789' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/221551016395951789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/221551016395951789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-caminho.html' title='O caminho...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-8705139246953891095</id><published>2008-10-05T09:36:00.003-11:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T10:17:04.365-11:00</updated><title type='text'>As letras deste mar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cbr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Recados para Orkut" href="http://www.glimboo.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 383px; HEIGHT: 478px" height="558" alt="Recados e Imagens - Fadas - Orkut" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/fadas/0221.gif" width="383" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emergi por entre as letras deste mar&lt;br /&gt;Desenhei-me com asas para voar&lt;br /&gt;Em vales de sonhos e fantasias&lt;br /&gt;Retratei pesadelos assombrosos&lt;br /&gt;Cantei os amores mais fogosos&lt;br /&gt;E partilhei as minhas alegrias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiz amor com os versos que escrevi&lt;br /&gt;Declamei poemas que não li&lt;br /&gt;E amei cada palavra registada&lt;br /&gt;Musiquei rimas com o meu perfume&lt;br /&gt;No palco das letras representei o ciúme&lt;br /&gt;No papel da mulher, amante e depravada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emergi por entre as letras deste mar&lt;br /&gt;Vestida de asas para voar&lt;br /&gt;Nas páginas da mais bela poesia&lt;br /&gt;Transformei cada palavra sentida&lt;br /&gt;Em abraços de amor pela vida&lt;br /&gt;Com as asas que a inspiração me oferecia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-8705139246953891095?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8705139246953891095/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=8705139246953891095' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/8705139246953891095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/8705139246953891095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/10/as-letras-deste-mar.html' title='As letras deste mar...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-8140072334778090802</id><published>2008-09-25T13:11:00.002-11:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T13:17:47.522-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Coração ao vento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SNwp5oiM9xI/AAAAAAAAAZo/SIaXefm7Amg/s1600-h/0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250117335717312274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SNwp5oiM9xI/AAAAAAAAAZo/SIaXefm7Amg/s320/0085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Procuro-te nos sonhos que não sonhei&lt;br /&gt;Adormeço com beijos que inventei&lt;br /&gt;Num areal que nunca vi&lt;br /&gt;Abraço os filhos que não tivemos&lt;br /&gt;Recordo o amor que não fizemos&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu... continuo aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há um lume que não me deixa fugir&lt;br /&gt;Ouço os gritos das chamas a carpir&lt;br /&gt;Na sede de te ter por perto&lt;br /&gt;Abandono-me nas vielas do pensamento&lt;br /&gt;E assim vou vivendo cada momento&lt;br /&gt;Neste mundo que veste o meu deserto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abri hoje o meu coração ao vento&lt;br /&gt;Esqueci cada lamento&lt;br /&gt;Desilusões que tive também apaguei&lt;br /&gt;Caminhei p’la rua de cabeça erguida&lt;br /&gt;Perdoei cada erro da vida&lt;br /&gt;E só assim eu me encontrei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-8140072334778090802?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8140072334778090802/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=8140072334778090802' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/8140072334778090802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/8140072334778090802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/09/corao-ao-vento.html' title='Coração ao vento...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SNwp5oiM9xI/AAAAAAAAAZo/SIaXefm7Amg/s72-c/0085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-4604354455959033243</id><published>2008-09-22T12:25:00.004-11:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T12:53:49.422-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou terra, sol e mar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SNgsimQojXI/AAAAAAAAAZg/PJkM6so4scg/s1600-h/0240.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248994338597801330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SNgsimQojXI/AAAAAAAAAZg/PJkM6so4scg/s320/0240.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou terra&lt;br /&gt;Quando ao escrever&lt;br /&gt;Travo uma guerra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou sol&lt;br /&gt;Quando a tempestade&lt;br /&gt;Adormece o farol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou mar&lt;br /&gt;Quando no amor&lt;br /&gt;Queres naufragar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou terra, sol e mar&lt;br /&gt;Serei o teu forte&lt;br /&gt;Quando te abraçar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou a despedida&lt;br /&gt;Jamais esquecida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou o silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Que precisas ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Sou a noticia&lt;br /&gt;Que te faz sorrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui, sou e serei…&lt;br /&gt;Aquela que não importa a idade&lt;br /&gt;Que se alimenta dia após dia&lt;br /&gt;Com gotas de felicidade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-4604354455959033243?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4604354455959033243/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=4604354455959033243' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/4604354455959033243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/4604354455959033243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/09/sou-terra-quando-ao-escrever-travo-uma.html' title='Sou terra, sol e mar...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SNgsimQojXI/AAAAAAAAAZg/PJkM6so4scg/s72-c/0240.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-237495659351044386</id><published>2008-09-22T07:09:00.003-11:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T07:14:44.589-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Mau carácter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SNfgAYDnqTI/AAAAAAAAAY4/WHYL7lhaQh0/s1600-h/0006.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248910187785857330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SNfgAYDnqTI/AAAAAAAAAY4/WHYL7lhaQh0/s320/0006.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Piso-te… porque enquanto eu te pisar serei maior&lt;br /&gt;Amedronto-te…porque se tiveres medo, sinto-me mais segura&lt;br /&gt;Amordaço-te…porque no teu silêncio poderei falar mais alto&lt;br /&gt;Empurro-te…porque a tua queda será o meu equilíbrio&lt;br /&gt;Envergonho-te…porque a tua humilhação me fará sentir mais forte&lt;br /&gt;Denuncio-te…porque se te entregar, faço tuas as minhas falhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim vivem os pobres de espírito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-237495659351044386?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/237495659351044386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=237495659351044386' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/237495659351044386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/237495659351044386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/09/mau-carcter.html' title='Mau carácter...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SNfgAYDnqTI/AAAAAAAAAY4/WHYL7lhaQh0/s72-c/0006.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-7892843813752808484</id><published>2008-09-15T00:35:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T00:37:18.990-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Calem-se!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SM5I4tSPoQI/AAAAAAAAAYg/sWWKEbMuXqI/s1600-h/0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246210754999197954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SM5I4tSPoQI/AAAAAAAAAYg/sWWKEbMuXqI/s320/0090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Calem-se os oradores&lt;br /&gt;Calem-se os sonhadores&lt;br /&gt;E os ministros também&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calem-se os falsos profetas&lt;br /&gt;Os desequilibrados patetas&lt;br /&gt;Que dos oprimidos sentem desdém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calem-se os jornalistas&lt;br /&gt;Calem-se os argumentistas&lt;br /&gt;E quem os detém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calem-se os juízes&lt;br /&gt;Da justiça aprendizes&lt;br /&gt;E da inocência também&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calem-se os professores&lt;br /&gt;Calem-se os autores&lt;br /&gt;E aquele que opinião não tem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas…&lt;br /&gt;Quando houver entendimento&lt;br /&gt;E das causas conhecimento&lt;br /&gt;Então falem, falem os justos&lt;br /&gt;Porque a verdade não tem custos&lt;br /&gt;E…Que não se cale ninguém!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-7892843813752808484?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7892843813752808484/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=7892843813752808484' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/7892843813752808484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/7892843813752808484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/09/calem-se.html' title='Calem-se!!!'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SM5I4tSPoQI/AAAAAAAAAYg/sWWKEbMuXqI/s72-c/0090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-8734652246456656558</id><published>2008-09-12T07:40:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T07:43:31.065-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Assim me dou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SMq4OBHlnnI/AAAAAAAAAYA/vQAgxubG4fM/s1600-h/0246.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245207266984304242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SMq4OBHlnnI/AAAAAAAAAYA/vQAgxubG4fM/s320/0246.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;São meras palavras&lt;br /&gt;O que sinto e escrevo&lt;br /&gt;Conjuntos de letras&lt;br /&gt;E nada mais…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São estados de alma&lt;br /&gt;E a tudo me atrevo&lt;br /&gt;O que me vai no coração&lt;br /&gt;De revolta e carinhos tais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em cada palavra&lt;br /&gt;Exulta a mensagem&lt;br /&gt;Em cada texto&lt;br /&gt;A minha coragem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em cada verso&lt;br /&gt;Deixo um abraço&lt;br /&gt;Em cada poema&lt;br /&gt;De mim um pedaço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É assim que me entrego&lt;br /&gt;É assim que me dou&lt;br /&gt;Foi assim que nasci&lt;br /&gt;E será assim que me vou…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-8734652246456656558?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8734652246456656558/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=8734652246456656558' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/8734652246456656558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/8734652246456656558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/09/assim-me-dou.html' title='Assim me dou...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SMq4OBHlnnI/AAAAAAAAAYA/vQAgxubG4fM/s72-c/0246.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-8244974766643485805</id><published>2008-09-02T20:17:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T12:00:06.797-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Até sempre Amiga...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Recados para o Orkut" href="http://www.glimboo.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Recados e Imagens - Flores - Orkut" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/flores/0473.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Faltam-me as palavras&lt;br /&gt;Aquelas que outrora soube dizer&lt;br /&gt;Mas no amargo da despedida&lt;br /&gt;Não soube mais o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi um telefone que se calou&lt;br /&gt;Não mais vai ser atendido&lt;br /&gt;A forte saudade já era sentida&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo antes de teres partido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquela voz atenta e doce&lt;br /&gt;Não mais será escutada&lt;br /&gt;Mas tatuou as nossas vidas&lt;br /&gt;Por ser tão dedicada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quis Deus que assim fosse&lt;br /&gt;E foi a ti que Ele escolheu&lt;br /&gt;Molhou os nossos rostos de lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Ao juntar mais uma Estrela no Céu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até sempre Querida Amiga&lt;br /&gt;Viemos aqui para te dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que por muitos anos que passem&lt;br /&gt;Nunca te iremos esquecer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentida Homenagem á nossa Querida Amiga e Colega de trabalho, Deolida Carvalho&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/9007622796330032239-8244974766643485805?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8244974766643485805/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=8244974766643485805' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/8244974766643485805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/8244974766643485805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/09/at-sempre-amiga.html' title='Até sempre Amiga...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-7769187020890435960</id><published>2008-08-31T06:37:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T07:14:01.580-11:00</updated><title type='text'>O outro lado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Recados para o Orkut" href="http://www.glimboo.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 383px; HEIGHT: 409px" height="589" alt="Recados e Imagens - Anjos - Orkut" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/anjos/0147.gif" width="555" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Venho de longe&lt;br /&gt;Lá do outro lado das estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Trouxe comigo a madrugada&lt;br /&gt;E cânticos de musicas singelas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouxe também recordações&lt;br /&gt;Inscritas na minha memoria&lt;br /&gt;A vida que perdi espalhei&lt;br /&gt;Na galáxia da nossa história&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venho de longe&lt;br /&gt;Lá do outro lado das estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Oferecer-te o brilho da noite&lt;br /&gt;Que nos levou até elas.&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/9007622796330032239-7769187020890435960?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7769187020890435960/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=7769187020890435960' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/7769187020890435960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/7769187020890435960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-outro-lado.html' title='O outro lado...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-688849396043751876</id><published>2008-08-23T02:14:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T02:16:40.846-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Fado cansado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SLANpju2VkI/AAAAAAAAAW8/kbZr64IabAs/s1600-h/200399526-001surreal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237701374249424450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SLANpju2VkI/AAAAAAAAAW8/kbZr64IabAs/s320/200399526-001surreal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sou restos de um fado já cansado&lt;br /&gt;Na história um amor acabado&lt;br /&gt;Que os poetas mal sabem contar&lt;br /&gt;Sou o silêncio que escutas em pensamento&lt;br /&gt;A saudade que sentes no momento&lt;br /&gt;Em que a lágrima teima em não gritar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou fado quando me abraças a voz&lt;br /&gt;Poema doce mas feroz&lt;br /&gt;N’alma que me inspira o momento&lt;br /&gt;Sou gaivota que voa à deriva&lt;br /&gt;Que se esconde no meu xaile de diva&lt;br /&gt;Ao ouvir o trinar do meu tormento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa noite senhor meu fado&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei hoje de um qualquer lado&lt;br /&gt;Só para te ouvir cantar&lt;br /&gt;Apaguei as luzes à tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Trouxe no meu vestido a fortaleza&lt;br /&gt;P’ras lágrimas qu’inda hei-de chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canto hoje as minhas e tuas dores&lt;br /&gt;Vivências fraquezas e amores&lt;br /&gt;Que só nos fizeram sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Tu és a minha vida o meu fado&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que mesmo em pecado&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me hei-de esquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou o resto dos restos e mais nada&lt;br /&gt;Vida de uma vida passada&lt;br /&gt;Nota d’um tom já esquecido&lt;br /&gt;Sou fado sou a história contada&lt;br /&gt;Numa noite que foi inspirada&lt;br /&gt;No poeta que havia partido. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-688849396043751876?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/688849396043751876/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=688849396043751876' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/688849396043751876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/688849396043751876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/08/fado-cansado.html' title='Fado cansado...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SLANpju2VkI/AAAAAAAAAW8/kbZr64IabAs/s72-c/200399526-001surreal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-332287698857609785</id><published>2008-06-10T02:18:00.003-11:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T11:09:30.306-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Setúbal pesca a cantar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SE5_4RbAyFI/AAAAAAAAAWU/gnk4-bK_VNI/s1600-h/foto+de+barcos.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210242423640344658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SE5_4RbAyFI/AAAAAAAAAWU/gnk4-bK_VNI/s320/foto+de+barcos.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Setúbal acordou cedinho&lt;br /&gt;E foi p’ra pesca a cantar&lt;br /&gt;Acompanhada d’um golfinho&lt;br /&gt;Lá ia a “Estrela-do-mar”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma pescada convencida&lt;br /&gt;Piscou um olho ao carapau&lt;br /&gt;Viu passar o “Direito á Vida”&lt;br /&gt;E disfarçou-se de bacalhau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Vai com Fé”, “Joaquim Alberto”&lt;br /&gt;“Ala’rriba”, “Samuel”&lt;br /&gt;Aqui o peixe mora perto&lt;br /&gt;Já lá vem “Joana Isabel”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A“Garaia” já lá está&lt;br /&gt;“Deus é Luz” e é bem verdade&lt;br /&gt;Rio como este não há&lt;br /&gt;Brilha a “Estrela da Felicidade”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabida a Tainha vaidosa&lt;br /&gt;Enamorou-se d’um mexilhão&lt;br /&gt;Fugiu á “Floripes Rosa”&lt;br /&gt;P’ra viver a sua paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E um salmonete risonho&lt;br /&gt;Fez do Rio Sado o seu hino&lt;br /&gt;E na “Margem d’um Sonho”&lt;br /&gt;Cantou p’ro Mestre Bernardino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Vai com Fé”, “Joaquim Alberto”&lt;br /&gt;“Ala’riba”, “Samuel”&lt;br /&gt;Aqui o peixe mora perto&lt;br /&gt;Já lá vem “Joana Isabel” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A“Garaia” já lá está&lt;br /&gt;“Deus é Luz” e é bem verdade&lt;br /&gt;Rio como este não há&lt;br /&gt;Brilha a “Estrela da Felicidade”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-332287698857609785?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/332287698857609785/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=332287698857609785' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/332287698857609785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/332287698857609785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/06/setbal-pesca-cantar.html' title='Setúbal pesca a cantar'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SE5_4RbAyFI/AAAAAAAAAWU/gnk4-bK_VNI/s72-c/foto+de+barcos.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-2511081761681282502</id><published>2008-06-04T04:40:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:43:24.275-11:00</updated><title type='text'>A viagem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SEa3t4hqZuI/AAAAAAAAAWM/AQ2fS7vVbS8/s1600-h/Erotic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208052017996130018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SEa3t4hqZuI/AAAAAAAAAWM/AQ2fS7vVbS8/s320/Erotic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fiz do meu corpo a tua estrada&lt;br /&gt;E das tuas mãos veio o caminho&lt;br /&gt;Foram abertas as portas do nada&lt;br /&gt;Para o descobrires sozinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aceleraste na encosta do desejo&lt;br /&gt;Sem medo de falhar continuaste&lt;br /&gt;Devoraste amor no primeiro beijo&lt;br /&gt;E de amar não mais paraste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentiste em meu corpo a alvorada&lt;br /&gt;Ainda a noite mal se despedia&lt;br /&gt;Suados sobre a cama já cansada&lt;br /&gt;Mas que de amor ainda fervia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voavam horas já perdidas&lt;br /&gt;Num tempo que não queria passar&lt;br /&gt;Nos lençóis as chamas coloridas&lt;br /&gt;Do amor que não podia acabar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatuaste em meu corpo a rota&lt;br /&gt;Da viagem por nós percorrida&lt;br /&gt;Caminho de amor que não se esgota&lt;br /&gt;Para recordação da minha e tua vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-2511081761681282502?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2511081761681282502/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=2511081761681282502' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/2511081761681282502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/2511081761681282502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/06/viagem.html' title='A viagem...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SEa3t4hqZuI/AAAAAAAAAWM/AQ2fS7vVbS8/s72-c/Erotic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-2807290729760467784</id><published>2008-05-26T05:28:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:43:24.466-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Cais de esperança...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SDrlXq7S8vI/AAAAAAAAAWE/_a_c6QM70Mo/s1600-h/riverRuns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204724514202776306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SDrlXq7S8vI/AAAAAAAAAWE/_a_c6QM70Mo/s320/riverRuns.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sei d’um rio que ainda passa&lt;br /&gt;P’las aguas desse teu cais&lt;br /&gt;Sei de um amor que ainda chora&lt;br /&gt;Sem deixar ouvir seus ais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levado p’la corrente vai&lt;br /&gt;Tresloucado na sua ira&lt;br /&gt;Num queixume silencioso&lt;br /&gt;Que de amor’inda suspira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai de mim que te sinto&lt;br /&gt;E de tão perto, já vão distantes&lt;br /&gt;As saudades que te feriram&lt;br /&gt;Em sentimentos expectantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta água qu’ainda corre&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber se volta um dia&lt;br /&gt;Ás veias desse teu cais&lt;br /&gt;Que nele ainda confia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Águas que também viestes&lt;br /&gt;E que acenastes sempre em vão&lt;br /&gt;Podeis navegar livremente&lt;br /&gt;No néctar desse coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei d’um rio que ainda passa&lt;br /&gt;Num cais cheio de esperança&lt;br /&gt;Leva consigo silenciosos ais&lt;br /&gt;E um grande amor na lembrança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-2807290729760467784?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2807290729760467784/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=2807290729760467784' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/2807290729760467784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/2807290729760467784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/05/cais-de-esperana.html' title='Cais de esperança...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SDrlXq7S8vI/AAAAAAAAAWE/_a_c6QM70Mo/s72-c/riverRuns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-3681465709568436417</id><published>2008-05-14T00:51:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:43:24.910-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu corpo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SCrnOKanOaI/AAAAAAAAAV8/I2QuFOwIDKM/s1600-h/gaivota.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200222950252820898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="156" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SCrnOKanOaI/AAAAAAAAAV8/I2QuFOwIDKM/s320/gaivota.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sou a água viva deste rio&lt;br /&gt;Em ondas de calor e frio&lt;br /&gt;Beijos de uma margem qualquer&lt;br /&gt;Sou fúria d’um vulcão em ameaça&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que p’la serra já não passa&lt;br /&gt;Se isso de mim depender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como um barco que navega á luz da lua&lt;br /&gt;Bailarina que dança semi nua&lt;br /&gt;Levada pela corrente do amor&lt;br /&gt;Sou gaivota que acompanha o cardume&lt;br /&gt;A chama que grita no lume&lt;br /&gt;Aquela que se dá em flor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou o oásis do teu perdido deserto&lt;br /&gt;A palavra que tens sempre por perto&lt;br /&gt;O mapa que queres decifrar&lt;br /&gt;Sou as entrelinhas do que não digo&lt;br /&gt;Escondida num campo de trigo&lt;br /&gt;Onde ninguém me há-de encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como sombra que passa despercebida&lt;br /&gt;Vivo entre uma e outra vida&lt;br /&gt;Na indelével força do ser&lt;br /&gt;Sou a brisa que corre envergonhada&lt;br /&gt;No meu corpo de terra lavrada&lt;br /&gt;Onde o sol irá sempre nascer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-3681465709568436417?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3681465709568436417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=3681465709568436417' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/3681465709568436417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/3681465709568436417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/05/meu-corpo.html' title='Meu corpo...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SCrnOKanOaI/AAAAAAAAAV8/I2QuFOwIDKM/s72-c/gaivota.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-8529161260674650745</id><published>2008-05-08T00:29:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:43:25.080-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje vesti-me de letras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SCLkOedJqeI/AAAAAAAAAV0/nCZOy2lnYtQ/s1600-h/item.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197967857283607010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="199" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SCLkOedJqeI/AAAAAAAAAV0/nCZOy2lnYtQ/s320/item.jpg" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoje vesti-me de letras decoradas de sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;Formei com elas alguns versos amigos e concisos&lt;br /&gt;Pintei de verde a amizade, porque trazia esperança&lt;br /&gt;Saltei de quadra em quadra e senti-me uma criança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voei nas palavras e no sentido que lhes dava&lt;br /&gt;Mas sempre que parava outro verso já espreitava&lt;br /&gt;Perfumei cada letra com aromas de jasmim&lt;br /&gt;E juntei todas as rimas para formar um jardim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colori de vermelho as palavras que falavam ao coração&lt;br /&gt;Deixei ficar de branco a Paz, porque trazia perdão&lt;br /&gt;Musiquei alguns versos para tos poder cantar&lt;br /&gt;Dancei com eles sobre lagos para assim te animar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tua presença é forte mesmo quando tu não estás&lt;br /&gt;A nossa amizade é sincera e que bem que isso me faz&lt;br /&gt;Sei que quando precisei contigo pude contar&lt;br /&gt;E quando chorei estavas lá para me apoiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vesti-me de letras decoradas de sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;E para te dizer que amigos como tu são precisos&lt;br /&gt;Por isso hoje te guardo como a uma jóia rara&lt;br /&gt;No cofre que trago no peito e onde ninguém nos separa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-8529161260674650745?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8529161260674650745/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=8529161260674650745' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/8529161260674650745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/8529161260674650745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/05/hoje-vesti-me-de-letras.html' title='Hoje vesti-me de letras...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SCLkOedJqeI/AAAAAAAAAV0/nCZOy2lnYtQ/s72-c/item.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-15111453143014331</id><published>2008-05-08T00:28:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:43:25.292-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sofro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SCLj7edJqdI/AAAAAAAAAVs/MGpoVpwIcaw/s1600-h/felicidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197967530866092498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="175" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SCLj7edJqdI/AAAAAAAAAVs/MGpoVpwIcaw/s320/felicidade.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sofro por saber que não me vês&lt;br /&gt;Por não sentires o meu desespero&lt;br /&gt;E p’la cegueira que não te deixa amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofro por cada momento por ti esquecido&lt;br /&gt;Por cada palavra que tu não dizes&lt;br /&gt;Por não me quereres falar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofro as recordações que tu ignoras&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas que tu não choras&lt;br /&gt;E p’lo carinho que não me dás&lt;br /&gt;Sofro ao sentir-te tão distante&lt;br /&gt;Olhas-me como um ser errante&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto a minh’alma se desfaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofro, sofro porque te quero&lt;br /&gt;Neste meu amor sincero&lt;br /&gt;E só tu é que não vês…&lt;br /&gt;Sofro, sofro por ti e ainda espero&lt;br /&gt;O fim deste pesadelo severo&lt;br /&gt;E que voltes para mim outra vez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejam os teus olhos fontes de luz&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles que o amor conduz&lt;br /&gt;Por um caminho sem fim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seja a tua presença alegria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aquela que foi minha um dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E que eu ainda guardo em mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-15111453143014331?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/15111453143014331/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=15111453143014331' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/15111453143014331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/15111453143014331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/05/sofro.html' title='Sofro...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SCLj7edJqdI/AAAAAAAAAVs/MGpoVpwIcaw/s72-c/felicidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-6058578292258800880</id><published>2008-05-05T06:25:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:43:25.438-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Lágrimas amargas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SB9DL5T-U5I/AAAAAAAAAVk/l6MAxQL2QYg/s1600-h/lagra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196946366651061138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="254" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SB9DL5T-U5I/AAAAAAAAAVk/l6MAxQL2QYg/s320/lagra.jpg" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sinto o amargo das tuas lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Ao mergulhar na palidez do teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Os nossos poemas morreram nas páginas&lt;br /&gt;E as nossas alegrias perderam o seu posto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a tua ausência como uma lança&lt;br /&gt;Que me trespassa a cada momento&lt;br /&gt;O vento levou-me a esperança&lt;br /&gt;E amar-te é hoje o meu tormento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promessas que fizemos, onde estão?&lt;br /&gt;Palavras que dissemos, já nem sei…&lt;br /&gt;Um vazio ocupou-me o coração&lt;br /&gt;Com uma dor que nunca imaginei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não sinto o teu cheiro quando passo&lt;br /&gt;A noite levou-me o teu doce olhar&lt;br /&gt;Não dou conta do que digo ou que faço&lt;br /&gt;E quando canto oiço a minha alma chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erros que te encontro são meus também&lt;br /&gt;E as palavras mais duras podem ter um fim&lt;br /&gt;São desencontros…Quem os não tem?&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas amargas nascem hoje em mim.&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/9007622796330032239-6058578292258800880?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6058578292258800880/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=6058578292258800880' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/6058578292258800880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/6058578292258800880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/05/lgrimas-amargas.html' title='Lágrimas amargas...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SB9DL5T-U5I/AAAAAAAAAVk/l6MAxQL2QYg/s72-c/lagra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-3561348204113092133</id><published>2008-04-29T00:12:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:43:25.637-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberdade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SBcCrJT-U4I/AAAAAAAAAVc/mnPRV-s9Ejc/s1600-h/25deAbril.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194623635452482434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SBcCrJT-U4I/AAAAAAAAAVc/mnPRV-s9Ejc/s320/25deAbril.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh! Jovens filhos de Portugal&lt;br /&gt;Que p’las Colónias fostes combater&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Mães que choraste os filhos&lt;br /&gt;Que as terras de África viram morrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homens lutadores de direitos&lt;br /&gt;Sofreram as torturas mais cruéis&lt;br /&gt;Oprimidos e silenciados&lt;br /&gt;Á causa foram sempre fiéis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Bem aventurada liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Que em Abril te deste a conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Gente sedenta de igualdade&lt;br /&gt;Que naquela fresca manhã te viu nascer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Soldados de Abril&lt;br /&gt;Que combatestes contra um covil&lt;br /&gt;Usando cravos como munições&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Homens do meu País&lt;br /&gt;Viestes para a rua civis&lt;br /&gt;Sem mostrar medos ou restrições&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abaixo o Fascismo! Viva a Liberdade!&lt;br /&gt;Palavras de ordem muito ouvidas&lt;br /&gt;Foi este o Abril por nós conquistado&lt;br /&gt;Que mudou radicalmente as nossas vidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos a este Abril dar continuidade&lt;br /&gt;Gritar e lutar pelos nossos ideais&lt;br /&gt;Respeitemos a nossa liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Mas Fascismo… nunca mais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-3561348204113092133?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3561348204113092133/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=3561348204113092133' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/3561348204113092133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/3561348204113092133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/04/liberdade.html' title='Liberdade...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SBcCrJT-U4I/AAAAAAAAAVc/mnPRV-s9Ejc/s72-c/25deAbril.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-7629357146291185962</id><published>2008-04-29T00:10:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:43:25.830-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Saber amar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SBcCYpT-U3I/AAAAAAAAAVU/hOHwnedcYWk/s1600-h/Passion-Print-C11769455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194623317624902514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SBcCYpT-U3I/AAAAAAAAAVU/hOHwnedcYWk/s320/Passion-Print-C11769455.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O amor foi banalizado…&lt;br /&gt;Assassinaram o fruto da paixão&lt;br /&gt;O sentimento foi condenado&lt;br /&gt;Sem direito a pena ou perdão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandes os amores de outrora&lt;br /&gt;Corações que palpitavam hora a hora&lt;br /&gt;Na magia que antecedia aquele olhar&lt;br /&gt;Troca de palavras tão verdadeiras&lt;br /&gt;Mãos entrelaçadas como videiras&lt;br /&gt;Por dois seres desejosos de se amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor foi banalizado…&lt;br /&gt;Diz-se amor sem o sentir&lt;br /&gt;Servido como um prato mal cozinhado&lt;br /&gt;Para logo depois se partir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o amor pode ser encontrado&lt;br /&gt;Anda de mãos dadas com a paixão&lt;br /&gt;Se por ela for educado&lt;br /&gt;Ficará preparado para o perdão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor, amor palavra quente e tão sentida&lt;br /&gt;Amor tão verdadeiro que dá sustento à vida&lt;br /&gt;Amor consistente, amor alimentado e profundo&lt;br /&gt;Amor construído para todos os percalços do mundo.&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/9007622796330032239-7629357146291185962?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7629357146291185962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=7629357146291185962' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/7629357146291185962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/7629357146291185962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/04/saber-amar.html' title='Saber amar...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SBcCYpT-U3I/AAAAAAAAAVU/hOHwnedcYWk/s72-c/Passion-Print-C11769455.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-3595646139235029423</id><published>2008-04-09T23:50:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:43:26.061-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrabida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R_3xmEaETMI/AAAAAAAAAVM/WXPdY7PT55c/s1600-h/arrabida.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187567982121077954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R_3xmEaETMI/AAAAAAAAAVM/WXPdY7PT55c/s320/arrabida.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Arrábida, refugio de poetas e pintores&lt;br /&gt;Paleta de beleza em vários tons e cores&lt;br /&gt;Mãe natureza, alegre sinfonia&lt;br /&gt;Cântico de alvorada que perfuma cada dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrábida misteriosa, abrigo dos amantes&lt;br /&gt;Fresca e gostosa em passeios verdejantes&lt;br /&gt;Namoras o Sado, que teus pés vem beijar&lt;br /&gt;Contigo encantado, Azul corre para o mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrábida crente, no Convento o teu altar&lt;br /&gt;Santa aparecida, onde Monges iam rezar&lt;br /&gt;Doces e licores um segredo bem guardado&lt;br /&gt;Ervas aromáticas, do presente e do passado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrábida orquestra, quando o vento te assobia&lt;br /&gt;Danças encantada, com fragrâncias de maresia&lt;br /&gt;És menina, mulher vaidosa e ladina&lt;br /&gt;Arrábida tu és nossa! Arrábida tu és Sadina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrábida praia, do monte branco a brilhar&lt;br /&gt;Rochas, conchas e algas no Portinho a bailar&lt;br /&gt;Canta Arrábida, canta, canta a vida em poesia&lt;br /&gt;Cada verso por ti cantado, será um hino à alegria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-3595646139235029423?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3595646139235029423/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=3595646139235029423' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/3595646139235029423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/3595646139235029423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/04/arrabida.html' title='Arrabida...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R_3xmEaETMI/AAAAAAAAAVM/WXPdY7PT55c/s72-c/arrabida.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-321244703074643242</id><published>2008-04-03T08:48:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:43:26.127-11:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu Rei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R_U0lDqTZ2I/AAAAAAAAAVE/aGuloTbWxiQ/s1600-h/kl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185108357229537122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R_U0lDqTZ2I/AAAAAAAAAVE/aGuloTbWxiQ/s320/kl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A lua fugiu&lt;br /&gt;O sol já sorriu&lt;br /&gt;E eu ainda aqui…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triste e sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Espero por ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei que fazer&lt;br /&gt;Se te vou esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Ou desistir…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperando…&lt;br /&gt;Procuro…O que estará para vir…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem me diz?&lt;br /&gt;Se contigo eu vou ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Saberei…&lt;br /&gt;Se contigo me encontrar meu rei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei…&lt;br /&gt;E talvez nunca saberei&lt;br /&gt;Se tu és…Ou foste o meu verdadeiro rei…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei…&lt;br /&gt;Mas perto de ti decerto saberei&lt;br /&gt;Se tu és…Aquele que um dia eu Amei…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-321244703074643242?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/321244703074643242/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=321244703074643242' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/321244703074643242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/321244703074643242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-meu-rei.html' title='O meu Rei...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R_U0lDqTZ2I/AAAAAAAAAVE/aGuloTbWxiQ/s72-c/kl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-3847915670256351456</id><published>2008-03-31T00:22:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:43:26.406-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Mariana...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R_DJrDqTZ1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/9bqksuuQlTQ/s1600-h/luta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183864912657737554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="160" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R_DJrDqTZ1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/9bqksuuQlTQ/s320/luta.jpg" width="245" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mariana…A operária conserveira&lt;br /&gt;Que da fome foi companheira&lt;br /&gt;Mas lutou por um ideal&lt;br /&gt;Ergueu a voz com convicção&lt;br /&gt;Contra as forças da opressão&lt;br /&gt;E a injustiça social&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariana… Do passado e do presente&lt;br /&gt;Do povo Setubalense&lt;br /&gt;Ávido da sua história&lt;br /&gt;Mulher achada, Mulher perdida&lt;br /&gt;Assassinada em plena Avenida&lt;br /&gt;Sem reconhecimento nem memória&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariana…Amiga, camarada&lt;br /&gt;Lutadora, maltratada&lt;br /&gt;Por ilustres nomes da Cidade&lt;br /&gt;Não tiveste nome de rua&lt;br /&gt;A vala comum foi toda tua&lt;br /&gt;Para que fosse esquecida a tua identidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariana…Foste agora Homenageada&lt;br /&gt;A tua história será divulgada&lt;br /&gt;Com todo o respeito merecido&lt;br /&gt;Corajosa, aventureira&lt;br /&gt;És o rosto da mulher conserveira&lt;br /&gt;E de um passado que jamais será esquecido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-3847915670256351456?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3847915670256351456/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=3847915670256351456' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/3847915670256351456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/3847915670256351456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/03/mariana.html' title='Mariana...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R_DJrDqTZ1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/9bqksuuQlTQ/s72-c/luta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-828663142353009697</id><published>2008-03-25T01:08:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:43:26.646-11:00</updated><title type='text'>O Embarque...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R-jrOTqTZ0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/_OzJJdkuj8w/s1600-h/demon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181650002318157634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="198" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R-jrOTqTZ0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/_OzJJdkuj8w/s320/demon2.jpg" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque choras tu minh’alma&lt;br /&gt;E me dás a provar o fel&lt;br /&gt;Porque insistes que embarque&lt;br /&gt;No teu tão triste batel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me só, por um momento&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de me encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Se eu afogar a tristeza&lt;br /&gt;De alegria hei-de exaltar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas se tu vives em mim&lt;br /&gt;Como posso eu me desprender&lt;br /&gt;Se continuas a chorar&lt;br /&gt;E a sangrar o teu sofrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque choravas tu minh’alma&lt;br /&gt;E se vestiu de negro a madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Porque é que já não te sinto&lt;br /&gt;E porque estou tão gelada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei para onde foste&lt;br /&gt;Deixei agora de te sentir&lt;br /&gt;Se me ouvires vem para mim&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixes assim partir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-828663142353009697?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/828663142353009697/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=828663142353009697' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/828663142353009697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/828663142353009697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-embarque.html' title='O Embarque...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R-jrOTqTZ0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/_OzJJdkuj8w/s72-c/demon2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-3309882177178546650</id><published>2008-03-23T11:21:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:43:27.186-11:00</updated><title type='text'>O Canto da Cotovia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R-bX-DqTZyI/AAAAAAAAAUk/ING_PC4-Veg/s1600-h/anjo%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181065882470934306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="196" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R-bX-DqTZyI/AAAAAAAAAUk/ING_PC4-Veg/s320/anjo%25203.jpg" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enquanto a cotovia cantava&lt;br /&gt;Algo de errado se passava&lt;br /&gt;No jardim da ambição&lt;br /&gt;Sementes de ódio se espalhavam&lt;br /&gt;Razões não se encontravam&lt;br /&gt;Mas ficava a confusão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O querer voar mais alto&lt;br /&gt;Atacava inocentes de assalto&lt;br /&gt;Ao som daquela melodia&lt;br /&gt;Com palavras de bem dizer&lt;br /&gt;Num fundo de mal querer&lt;br /&gt;Era assim dia após dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a cotovia cantava&lt;br /&gt;Porque feliz ela estava&lt;br /&gt;Comia o pão que merecia&lt;br /&gt;Aquela ave trabalhava&lt;br /&gt;Outras aves não maltratava&lt;br /&gt;No jardim da hipocrisia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto a cotovia cantava&lt;br /&gt;Os opressores contemplava&lt;br /&gt;Num jardim que ali jazia&lt;br /&gt;Será que ela rezava?&lt;br /&gt;Ou será que contabilizava?&lt;br /&gt;As injustiças que ali via…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-3309882177178546650?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3309882177178546650/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=3309882177178546650' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/3309882177178546650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/3309882177178546650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-canto-da-cotovia.html' title='O Canto da Cotovia...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R-bX-DqTZyI/AAAAAAAAAUk/ING_PC4-Veg/s72-c/anjo%25203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-3363079761644398997</id><published>2008-03-13T01:22:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:43:27.486-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Vitória, Vitória!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R9kcxzAQDkI/AAAAAAAAAUc/-poQnkaQvzo/s1600-h/09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177200888469524034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R9kcxzAQDkI/AAAAAAAAAUc/-poQnkaQvzo/s320/09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vitória, Vitória&lt;br /&gt;Tens a mais bonita história&lt;br /&gt;Deste imenso Portugal&lt;br /&gt;Vitória, Vitória&lt;br /&gt;Club da mais fina-flor&lt;br /&gt;Vitoria, Vitória&lt;br /&gt;Como tu não há igual&lt;br /&gt;Vitoria, Vitória&lt;br /&gt;És tu o meu grande amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vitoria, o meu club tão velhinho&lt;br /&gt;Que eu vejo com carinho&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que vai jogar&lt;br /&gt;Vitória, a todos nós tu pertences&lt;br /&gt;Orgulho dos Setubalenses&lt;br /&gt;Que te querem ver ganhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vitória, Vitória&lt;br /&gt;Estarei sempre a teu lado&lt;br /&gt;Vitória, Vitória&lt;br /&gt;Desta Cidade do Sado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vitoria, o meu club tão velhinho&lt;br /&gt;Que eu vejo com carinho&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que vai jogar&lt;br /&gt;Vitória, a todos nós tu pertences&lt;br /&gt;Orgulho dos Setubalenses&lt;br /&gt;Que te querem ver ganhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vitória, Vitória&lt;br /&gt;Estarei sempre a teu lado&lt;br /&gt;Vitória, Vitória&lt;br /&gt;Desta Cidade do Sado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-3363079761644398997?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3363079761644398997/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=3363079761644398997' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/3363079761644398997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/3363079761644398997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/03/vitria-canto-para-ti.html' title='Vitória, Vitória!'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R9kcxzAQDkI/AAAAAAAAAUc/-poQnkaQvzo/s72-c/09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-7965689379169740869</id><published>2008-03-13T01:13:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:43:27.883-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Triste noite das memórias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R9kaoDAQDjI/AAAAAAAAAUU/iAitc7cjwX0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177198521942543922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="183" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R9kaoDAQDjI/AAAAAAAAAUU/iAitc7cjwX0/s320/untitled.bmp" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Triste noite das memórias&lt;br /&gt;Desalento de batalhas inglórias&lt;br /&gt;Do caminho que não se fez&lt;br /&gt;Livre pensamento em viagem&lt;br /&gt;Que numa pesada bagagem&lt;br /&gt;Transporta, denunciada timidez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Escura e insensata noite perdida&lt;br /&gt;Que não te encontraste com a vida&lt;br /&gt;Para refazeres a tua história&lt;br /&gt;Fala-me agora desse passado&lt;br /&gt;Da memória desencantado&lt;br /&gt;E traz-me merecida Vitoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Navegantes desta noite&lt;br /&gt;Permitam-me um pensamento afoite&lt;br /&gt;Nesta tempestade que perdura&lt;br /&gt;Tragam-me lembranças de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Para que encontre a identidade&lt;br /&gt;E o caminho para a cultura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-7965689379169740869?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7965689379169740869/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=7965689379169740869' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/7965689379169740869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/7965689379169740869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/03/triste-noite-das-memrias.html' title='Triste noite das memórias...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R9kaoDAQDjI/AAAAAAAAAUU/iAitc7cjwX0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-432320817511613604</id><published>2008-03-13T01:08:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:43:28.047-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tristes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R9kZizAQDiI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Iem6AWOnjd8/s1600-h/Violence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177197332236602914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R9kZizAQDiI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Iem6AWOnjd8/s320/Violence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tristes os pobres de espírito&lt;br /&gt;Que anseiam fazer mal,&lt;br /&gt;Tristes os condenados&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida fez sofrer,&lt;br /&gt;Tristes todos aqueles&lt;br /&gt;Que levantam o temporal&lt;br /&gt;Na triste vida daqueles&lt;br /&gt;Que os ajudaram a crescer!&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/9007622796330032239-432320817511613604?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/432320817511613604/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=432320817511613604' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/432320817511613604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/432320817511613604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/03/tristes.html' title='Tristes...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R9kZizAQDiI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Iem6AWOnjd8/s72-c/Violence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-954717671600876959</id><published>2008-03-08T04:34:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:43:28.267-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Somos Vitória...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R9K1njAQDhI/AAAAAAAAAUE/IeJWdjZ0mSc/s1600-h/vit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175398612817939986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="232" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R9K1njAQDhI/AAAAAAAAAUE/IeJWdjZ0mSc/s320/vit.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;É p’ra ganhar, é p’ra ganhar&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma taça que vai rolar&lt;br /&gt;Temos orgulho na nossa história&lt;br /&gt;Somos diferentes, Somos Vitoria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vão carrapaus e Alcorrazes&lt;br /&gt;Com peixe fresco, somos capazes!&lt;br /&gt;De alcançar com muita gloria&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma taça para o Vitoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora digam lá, ora digam lá&lt;br /&gt;Se o Verde e Branco não está lá?&lt;br /&gt;Este Vitória joga e não dorme&lt;br /&gt;E não é grande, ele é Enorme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tão bonito de se ver&lt;br /&gt;O nosso club a crescer&lt;br /&gt;Por cada canto da cidade&lt;br /&gt;Vibr’a alegria e a vaidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos de carro, ou mesmo a pé&lt;br /&gt;Buscar a Taça, ai ai pois é…&lt;br /&gt;Não há vedetas, “nem jornalistas”…&lt;br /&gt;Mas o Vitoria dá bem nas vistas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora digam lá, ora digam lá&lt;br /&gt;Se o Verde e Branco não está lá?&lt;br /&gt;Este Vitória joga e não dorme&lt;br /&gt;E não é grande, ele é Enorme.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-954717671600876959?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/954717671600876959/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=954717671600876959' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/954717671600876959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/954717671600876959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/03/somos-vitria.html' title='Somos Vitória...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R9K1njAQDhI/AAAAAAAAAUE/IeJWdjZ0mSc/s72-c/vit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-718882411821223854</id><published>2008-03-08T04:27:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:43:28.523-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfume de amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R9KxrzAQDgI/AAAAAAAAAT8/govmgLwBlmo/s1600-h/3819036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175394287785872898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="224" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R9KxrzAQDgI/AAAAAAAAAT8/govmgLwBlmo/s320/3819036.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R9KwqzAQDfI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Nklg9mfrLt0/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sentei-me numa estrela&lt;br /&gt;A mais cintilante e bela&lt;br /&gt;Só para te ver passar&lt;br /&gt;Senti o teu perfume&lt;br /&gt;E no meu coração o lume&lt;br /&gt;Do desejo de te amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voei atrás de ti&lt;br /&gt;O universo percorri&lt;br /&gt;Com sede do teu amor&lt;br /&gt;E quando te encontrei&lt;br /&gt;Abraçada a ti chorei&lt;br /&gt;Entre as asas de condor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levaste-me ao infinito&lt;br /&gt;Para ler o que haviam escrito&lt;br /&gt;Nos planetas mais distantes&lt;br /&gt;Bordadas em luzes de estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Brilhavam as frases mais belas&lt;br /&gt;Que perfumavam os amantes.&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/9007622796330032239-718882411821223854?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/718882411821223854/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=718882411821223854' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/718882411821223854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/718882411821223854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/03/perfume-de-amor.html' title='Perfume de amor...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R9KxrzAQDgI/AAAAAAAAAT8/govmgLwBlmo/s72-c/3819036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-639201576157495597</id><published>2008-02-27T01:14:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:43:28.749-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma Lusitana...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R8VUP5GfCkI/AAAAAAAAATs/EUgQc9FAaxM/s1600-h/FadoVadio1m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171632379107674690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="177" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R8VUP5GfCkI/AAAAAAAAATs/EUgQc9FAaxM/s320/FadoVadio1m.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Palavras semeadas em campos&lt;br /&gt;Na rega, os beijos d’um sol doirado&lt;br /&gt;Onde nasceram versos, tantos, tantos&lt;br /&gt;Que quem os bebe, sente a voz o fado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alma d’um povo plantada&lt;br /&gt;Qual sentimento e bravura&lt;br /&gt;Para que um dia fosse escutada&lt;br /&gt;Em cada campo de aventura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Gente minha, Lusitana&lt;br /&gt;Que levaste o fado além-mar&lt;br /&gt;Em poesia que versos emana&lt;br /&gt;Á voz de quem os sabe cantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Gente minha, Lusitana&lt;br /&gt;Que semeias a voz do fado&lt;br /&gt;Desta herança que é tão nossa&lt;br /&gt;Que é presente e não passado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-639201576157495597?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/639201576157495597/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=639201576157495597' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/639201576157495597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/639201576157495597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/02/alma-lusitana.html' title='Alma Lusitana...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R8VUP5GfCkI/AAAAAAAAATs/EUgQc9FAaxM/s72-c/FadoVadio1m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-3690151971077879822</id><published>2008-02-12T00:58:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:43:28.888-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah! Saudade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R7GKNZGfCjI/AAAAAAAAATk/57rKf-YnFWs/s1600-h/janelauk2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166062210251688498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="231" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R7GKNZGfCjI/AAAAAAAAATk/57rKf-YnFWs/s320/janelauk2.png" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah! Saudade que me consomes&lt;br /&gt;Que desprezo eu sinto de ti…&lt;br /&gt;Porque me bebes a alegria?&lt;br /&gt;E me torturas dia após dia&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não te chamei aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apagaste a luz das estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Fechaste todas as janelas&lt;br /&gt;Já nem o sol me vem beijar&lt;br /&gt;Silenciaste o canto das aves&lt;br /&gt;Das pautas tiraste as claves&lt;br /&gt;Para que eu as não possa escutar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Saudade que me consomes&lt;br /&gt;Como eu queria não te conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Abria as portas à Primavera&lt;br /&gt;Serias tu uma quimera&lt;br /&gt;E eu nada tinha a temer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-3690151971077879822?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3690151971077879822/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=3690151971077879822' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/3690151971077879822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/3690151971077879822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/02/ah-saudade.html' title='Ah! Saudade...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R7GKNZGfCjI/AAAAAAAAATk/57rKf-YnFWs/s72-c/janelauk2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-6167050028419332185</id><published>2008-02-06T05:14:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:43:29.145-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Longe vai o tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R6ndf9A6EcI/AAAAAAAAATc/QaSMB7uApHQ/s1600-h/opm10411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163901988781035970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R6ndf9A6EcI/AAAAAAAAATc/QaSMB7uApHQ/s320/opm10411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Longe vai o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Arrastado pelo vento&lt;br /&gt;Em cantigas de embalar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dançando à luz da lua&lt;br /&gt;Como se a rua fosse sua&lt;br /&gt;Rodopia sem parar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longe vai o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Da dor e do tormento&lt;br /&gt;E do ter que calar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num silencio oprimido&lt;br /&gt;De um povo tão sofrido&lt;br /&gt;Por um "Abril" desejar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-6167050028419332185?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6167050028419332185/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=6167050028419332185' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/6167050028419332185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/6167050028419332185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/02/longe-vai-o-tempo.html' title='Longe vai o tempo...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R6ndf9A6EcI/AAAAAAAAATc/QaSMB7uApHQ/s72-c/opm10411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-4714723350934740166</id><published>2008-01-30T01:15:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:43:29.275-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Toca-me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R6BqpdA6EbI/AAAAAAAAATU/JhhVVCU8SzI/s1600-h/x1pNWjjkHJ3o_xgdILqvr8Ngm5iupETYdFV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161242433362203058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="179" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R6BqpdA6EbI/AAAAAAAAATU/JhhVVCU8SzI/s320/x1pNWjjkHJ3o_xgdILqvr8Ngm5iupETYdFV.jpg" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toca-me como se eu fosse um instrumento&lt;br /&gt;Faz desse toque um acontecimento&lt;br /&gt;E escuta em meu corpo a melodia&lt;br /&gt;Sussurra-me ao ouvido palavras quentes&lt;br /&gt;Que incendeiem de novo as nossas mentes&lt;br /&gt;Tresloucadas de desejo e fantasia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acorda-me os sentidos do prazer&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-te com a música entontecer&lt;br /&gt;Nos lençóis os acordes deste bailado&lt;br /&gt;Embriaga-te de ousadia e satisfação&lt;br /&gt;Beija-me com o mel dessa paixão&lt;br /&gt;Entre nós fazer amor não é passado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toca-me em notas altas sem parar&lt;br /&gt;Serei como as cordas da guitarra a vibrar&lt;br /&gt;Abraçada por ti no tanto querer&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me sentir aquela amante&lt;br /&gt;Que o sexo só por si não é bastante&lt;br /&gt;Se o amor não estiver a acontecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-4714723350934740166?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4714723350934740166/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=4714723350934740166' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/4714723350934740166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/4714723350934740166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/01/toca-me.html' title='Toca-me...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R6BqpdA6EbI/AAAAAAAAATU/JhhVVCU8SzI/s72-c/x1pNWjjkHJ3o_xgdILqvr8Ngm5iupETYdFV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-1000438187312853848</id><published>2008-01-26T03:37:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:43:29.467-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Onde moras tu? Oh Sorte...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R5tF6NA6EaI/AAAAAAAAATM/5KVsfasRI4c/s1600-h/1162160415_carta_de_minha_morte_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159794664311230882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R5tF6NA6EaI/AAAAAAAAATM/5KVsfasRI4c/s320/1162160415_carta_de_minha_morte_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Onde moras tu? Oh sorte&lt;br /&gt;Que me deixas-te num rumo sem norte&lt;br /&gt;Nesta noite de desespero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trás até mim a esperança&lt;br /&gt;Faz comigo a aliança&lt;br /&gt;Que eu por ti ainda espero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde moras tu? Oh sorte&lt;br /&gt;Necessito do teu braço forte&lt;br /&gt;Para adversidades ultrapassar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envia-me o brilho da alegria&lt;br /&gt;Aquela que foi minha um dia&lt;br /&gt;E que eu não consigo encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde moras tu? Oh sorte&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me o que faço com a morte&lt;br /&gt;Que hoje me veio visitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convidou-me a sair com ela&lt;br /&gt;Quis que embarcasse em sua caravela&lt;br /&gt;Antes do dia acordar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde moras tu? Oh sorte…&lt;br /&gt;Que eu fui levada pela morte&lt;br /&gt;E onde estou agora, não sei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu só queria a tua morada&lt;br /&gt;Nela estava esperançada…&lt;br /&gt;Mas contigo não me encontrei. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-1000438187312853848?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1000438187312853848/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=1000438187312853848' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/1000438187312853848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/1000438187312853848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/01/onde-moras-tu-oh-sorte_38.html' title='Onde moras tu? Oh Sorte...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R5tF6NA6EaI/AAAAAAAAATM/5KVsfasRI4c/s72-c/1162160415_carta_de_minha_morte_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-6369305313034907854</id><published>2008-01-21T01:16:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:43:29.623-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Vem! Poesia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R5SNKjVQCnI/AAAAAAAAASs/Hokt-unsMoo/s1600-h/08b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157902685668641394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R5SNKjVQCnI/AAAAAAAAASs/Hokt-unsMoo/s320/08b.jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vem, e trás a poesia&lt;br /&gt;Veste-a de verde esperança&lt;br /&gt;Envolve-a em alegria&lt;br /&gt;E sorrisos de criança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem e trá-la para a rua&lt;br /&gt;Para que te possam ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Recita-a à luz da lua&lt;br /&gt;E será meu, o teu sentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacia a fome do povo&lt;br /&gt;Envia poesia p’lo vento&lt;br /&gt;No alimento, um poema novo&lt;br /&gt;E esquecido, vai o lamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem, e trás a poesia&lt;br /&gt;Esse alimento de vida&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que te cales um dia&lt;br /&gt;Ela nunca será esquecida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-6369305313034907854?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6369305313034907854/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=6369305313034907854' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/6369305313034907854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/6369305313034907854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/01/vem-poesia.html' title='Vem! Poesia...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R5SNKjVQCnI/AAAAAAAAASs/Hokt-unsMoo/s72-c/08b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-6285440003741230282</id><published>2008-01-13T21:07:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:43:29.709-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Pintar os sonhos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R4sYVzVQCmI/AAAAAAAAASk/Rh84IOgQIhk/s1600-h/Sonho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155240961291324002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="215" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R4sYVzVQCmI/AAAAAAAAASk/Rh84IOgQIhk/s320/Sonho.jpg" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pintas sonhos numa tela&lt;br /&gt;E no coração abres a janela&lt;br /&gt;Que oculta a solidão&lt;br /&gt;Cobres a dor com cor garrida&lt;br /&gt;Pintas de alegria a vida&lt;br /&gt;Numa paleta de sedução&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me sombreados no contorno&lt;br /&gt;Que me sirvam de adorno&lt;br /&gt;Em nuances do por do sol&lt;br /&gt;Esbate a luz que me dá cor&lt;br /&gt;Numa inspiração de amor&lt;br /&gt;Eu serei o teu farol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinta-me! Como se eu fosse ela&lt;br /&gt;Num cavalete a tua tela&lt;br /&gt;Á luz da fantasia&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser o teu traço mais delicado&lt;br /&gt;O nunca antes desenhado&lt;br /&gt;E assina-me de tua autoria.&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/9007622796330032239-6285440003741230282?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6285440003741230282/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=6285440003741230282' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/6285440003741230282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/6285440003741230282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/01/pintar-os-sonhos.html' title='Pintar os sonhos...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R4sYVzVQCmI/AAAAAAAAASk/Rh84IOgQIhk/s72-c/Sonho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-7788218356105698189</id><published>2008-01-10T03:05:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:43:29.849-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Almas gémeas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R4YmgDVQClI/AAAAAAAAASc/ADkM7Mm-2_8/s1600-h/paraiso_virtual.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153849155664218706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="172" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R4YmgDVQClI/AAAAAAAAASc/ADkM7Mm-2_8/s320/paraiso_virtual.jpg" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Longe de ti&lt;br /&gt;E tão perto do mar&lt;br /&gt;Num oceano&lt;br /&gt;Por encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Na mesma terra&lt;br /&gt;No mesmo lugar&lt;br /&gt;No horizonte, a vaguear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao arco-íris retiras-te a cor&lt;br /&gt;Para colorir o nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou alma gémea&lt;br /&gt;Á tua espera&lt;br /&gt;Vestida de flores&lt;br /&gt;Da primavera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No areal&lt;br /&gt;Da praia deserta&lt;br /&gt;Deitada nas conchas&lt;br /&gt;Há hora incerta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero por ti&lt;br /&gt;Á luz da lua&lt;br /&gt;No assédio das ondas&lt;br /&gt;A minha alma é tua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-7788218356105698189?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7788218356105698189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=7788218356105698189' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/7788218356105698189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/7788218356105698189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/01/almas-gmeas.html' title='Almas gémeas...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R4YmgDVQClI/AAAAAAAAASc/ADkM7Mm-2_8/s72-c/paraiso_virtual.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-605358629738067787</id><published>2008-01-04T11:24:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:43:30.120-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Noites de verão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R36ygTVQCkI/AAAAAAAAASU/pBJ1KcPklAg/s1600-h/setubal%20noite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151751291773389378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R36ygTVQCkI/AAAAAAAAASU/pBJ1KcPklAg/s320/setubal%2520noite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chegamos da praia já cansados&lt;br /&gt;Com os corpos bronzeados&lt;br /&gt;Mas prontinhos para a festa&lt;br /&gt;Belas noites de Verão&lt;br /&gt;No calor da atracção&lt;br /&gt;Da noitada que nos resta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos á Feira de S.Tiago&lt;br /&gt;Matar a sede num trago&lt;br /&gt;E comer umas filhós&lt;br /&gt;A seguir ver a Tourada&lt;br /&gt;Pois a noite está estrelada&lt;br /&gt;Um convite p’ra todos nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São as noites de Verão&lt;br /&gt;São as noites de Verão&lt;br /&gt;A luz da nossa Cidade&lt;br /&gt;Setúbal linda, linda bela&lt;br /&gt;Setúbal linda, linda bela&lt;br /&gt;Por ti me orgulho em vaidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem a festa da Sardinha&lt;br /&gt;E da fresca Cervejinha&lt;br /&gt;A Avenida é um regalo…&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir cantar os “Alcorrazes”&lt;br /&gt;Imparáveis os rapazes&lt;br /&gt;Com um reportório de estalo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Setembro já bate à porta&lt;br /&gt;E o povo não se “corta”&lt;br /&gt;Ás Festas do “El Sadino”&lt;br /&gt;São noites bem animadas&lt;br /&gt;Poesias declamadas&lt;br /&gt;Como manda o “figurino”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São as noites de Verão&lt;br /&gt;São as noites de Verão&lt;br /&gt;A luz da nossa Cidade&lt;br /&gt;Setúbal linda, linda bela&lt;br /&gt;Setúbal linda, linda bela&lt;br /&gt;Por ti me orgulho em vaidade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-605358629738067787?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/605358629738067787/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=605358629738067787' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/605358629738067787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/605358629738067787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/01/noites-de-vero.html' title='Noites de verão'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R36ygTVQCkI/AAAAAAAAASU/pBJ1KcPklAg/s72-c/setubal%2520noite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-7488171108707859801</id><published>2008-01-02T08:09:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:43:30.267-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Fado Novo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R3vhZjVQCiI/AAAAAAAAASE/vywfKWNQGs8/s1600-h/fado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150958427925645858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="194" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R3vhZjVQCiI/AAAAAAAAASE/vywfKWNQGs8/s320/fado.jpg" width="219" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trazes o fado no peito&lt;br /&gt;Nas vestes, a noite escura&lt;br /&gt;Nas cordas um tom perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Cheio de raça e bravura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o xaile o teu altar&lt;br /&gt;A ele te entregas por inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Por ti já viram chorar&lt;br /&gt;Esse teu amor primeiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soluça a guitarra enternecida&lt;br /&gt;Pela voz tão destemida&lt;br /&gt;Em verdadeira comunhão&lt;br /&gt;A viola que a acompanha&lt;br /&gt;Conhece toda a artimanha&lt;br /&gt;Desse teu ar gingão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasceste para o fado&lt;br /&gt;E com ele hás-de viver&lt;br /&gt;Foi por Deus abençoado&lt;br /&gt;E ninguém te poderá suster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trazes o fado no peito&lt;br /&gt;E com ele a voz do povo&lt;br /&gt;É sentimento de respeito&lt;br /&gt;Este Fado, fado novo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-7488171108707859801?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7488171108707859801/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=7488171108707859801' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/7488171108707859801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/7488171108707859801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/01/fado-novo.html' title='Fado Novo...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R3vhZjVQCiI/AAAAAAAAASE/vywfKWNQGs8/s72-c/fado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-592529048195841426</id><published>2008-01-02T08:03:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:43:30.390-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R3vgzTVQChI/AAAAAAAAAR8/uagxaKdMdKQ/s1600-h/beijo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150957770795649554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="167" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R3vgzTVQChI/AAAAAAAAAR8/uagxaKdMdKQ/s320/beijo.bmp" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quero beber do teu cálice&lt;br /&gt;As palavras que tu não dizes&lt;br /&gt;E que eu gostaria de ouvir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ler em teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;O poema que não escreveste&lt;br /&gt;E dize-lo a sorrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero gritar bem alto&lt;br /&gt;Dizer que te amo&lt;br /&gt;Com a força de um menir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentir o calor&lt;br /&gt;De um beijo fervoroso&lt;br /&gt;E em teu corpo imergir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser a tua deusa&lt;br /&gt;Prender-te no Olimpo&lt;br /&gt;Para que não voltes a fugir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero dar-te a certeza&lt;br /&gt;Que por muitas vidas que passem&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor há-de luzir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-592529048195841426?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/592529048195841426/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=592529048195841426' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/592529048195841426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/592529048195841426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2008/01/quero.html' title='Quero...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R3vgzTVQChI/AAAAAAAAAR8/uagxaKdMdKQ/s72-c/beijo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-6148041213084624423</id><published>2007-12-28T01:10:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:43:30.591-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Foi ontem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R3ToMDVQCgI/AAAAAAAAAR0/KXZK2rPv5Go/s1600-h/img472279c86a8f4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148995567741831682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R3ToMDVQCgI/AAAAAAAAAR0/KXZK2rPv5Go/s320/img472279c86a8f4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi ontem,&lt;br /&gt;Foi ontem que fomos felizes&lt;br /&gt;Da vida a dois, aprendizes&lt;br /&gt;No amor a comunhão&lt;br /&gt;As descobertas que fizemos&lt;br /&gt;As palavras que dissemos&lt;br /&gt;Guardo-as hoje no meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi ontem que te amei&lt;br /&gt;E o teu corpo apertei&lt;br /&gt;Junto ao meu peito com ternura&lt;br /&gt;Na sede daquele beijo&lt;br /&gt;Tão perdido de desejo&lt;br /&gt;Que só uma paixão procura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi ontem, que partiste&lt;br /&gt;E a minha alma ficou triste&lt;br /&gt;Em perpétuo anoitecer&lt;br /&gt;As estrelas não mais brilharam&lt;br /&gt;Todas as aves se calaram&lt;br /&gt;Pela dor de te perder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, visito-te nos meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Beijo os teus olhos risonhos&lt;br /&gt;E peço-te para ficar&lt;br /&gt;Dizes que não chegou a hora&lt;br /&gt;E pedes-me para ir embora&lt;br /&gt;Até a minha missão acabar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-6148041213084624423?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6148041213084624423/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=6148041213084624423' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/6148041213084624423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/6148041213084624423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2007/12/foi-ontem_28.html' title='Foi ontem...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R3ToMDVQCgI/AAAAAAAAAR0/KXZK2rPv5Go/s72-c/img472279c86a8f4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-1809316666087628108</id><published>2007-12-20T04:01:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:43:30.993-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Mãe sem Natal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R2qD7zVQCeI/AAAAAAAAARg/oZjU3YmNZgI/s1600-h/esmola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146070587639073250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="261" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R2qD7zVQCeI/AAAAAAAAARg/oZjU3YmNZgI/s320/esmola.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;És tu, um ser triste desencantado&lt;br /&gt;De rosto pálido, imaculado&lt;br /&gt;Onde a alegria já não habita&lt;br /&gt;Trazes a noite escura retratada&lt;br /&gt;Na alma de mulher desgastada&lt;br /&gt;A quem o amor não visita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filhos que tiveste, onde estão?&lt;br /&gt;Apenas e só a recordação&lt;br /&gt;Dos sacrifícios que fizeste por prazer&lt;br /&gt;Horas a fio sem dormir&lt;br /&gt;A mão que estendeste a pedir&lt;br /&gt;O pão para lhes dar de comer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És tu, um ser triste desencantado&lt;br /&gt;Que vives a historia de um fado&lt;br /&gt;Num tom de nota letal&lt;br /&gt;Foste tu, mãe doce e dedicada&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, carente e maltratada&lt;br /&gt;Nesta fria noite de Natal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-1809316666087628108?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1809316666087628108/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=1809316666087628108' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/1809316666087628108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/1809316666087628108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2007/12/me-sem-natal.html' title='Mãe sem Natal...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R2qD7zVQCeI/AAAAAAAAARg/oZjU3YmNZgI/s72-c/esmola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007622796330032239.post-4029467467467114116</id><published>2007-12-17T03:20:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:43:31.133-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Oceano de poesia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R2aHajVQCcI/AAAAAAAAARQ/RSmdJCAxNAA/s1600-h/Project1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144948514548091330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="153" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R2aHajVQCcI/AAAAAAAAARQ/RSmdJCAxNAA/s320/Project1.jpg" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sou filha de um oceano por inventar&lt;br /&gt;Onde a beleza dos versos são o mar&lt;br /&gt;E as palavras o vento que me conduz&lt;br /&gt;Sou barco que navega à luz da lua&lt;br /&gt;Faço das rimas a minha própria rua&lt;br /&gt;Na onda de um poema que me seduz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui eu, que um dia naufraguei&lt;br /&gt;Em versos que escrevi e não gostei&lt;br /&gt;E que hoje os tento recuperar&lt;br /&gt;Fui eu que me tornei intemporal&lt;br /&gt;E escrevo neste imenso areal&lt;br /&gt;Palavras que alimentam este mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou filha de um oceano por inventar&lt;br /&gt;Nascida nas correntes deste mar&lt;br /&gt;Onde as mensagens flutuam dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Ofereço poesia no meu cais&lt;br /&gt;Meu barco é de sentimentos originais&lt;br /&gt;Ancorado neste oceano que nasce em mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007622796330032239-4029467467467114116?l=paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4029467467467114116/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007622796330032239&amp;postID=4029467467467114116' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/4029467467467114116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007622796330032239/posts/default/4029467467467114116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paula-reflexoes.blogspot.com/2007/12/oceano-de-poesia.html' title='Oceano de poesia...'/><author><name>Paula Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11172682682746988039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/SUGNCexgD8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7TswlB9v1r4/S220/Só+Paula.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIqnHfplMDw/R2aHajVQCcI/AAAAAAAAARQ/RSmdJCAxNAA/s72-c/Project1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
