<?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-400998281462360928</id><updated>2012-02-09T14:19:01.038-02:00</updated><category term='presente'/><category term='livros'/><category term='aventura'/><category term='jornada'/><category term='grande'/><title type='text'>NAS ASAS DA POESIA</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naasadapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400998281462360928/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naasadapoesia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jorge Linhaça</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08336001859437226843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zONzkHfoIxU/TxbzaIOEMmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FiY6lMQ3c8A/s220/foto%2Bavpb.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400998281462360928.post-5860829905030846369</id><published>2009-11-29T10:10:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T10:20:29.838-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grande'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aventura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jornada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>A GRANDE JORNADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/SxJlIZQUg9I/AAAAAAAAANc/OK9OLykxIF0/s1600/bannerverticaljpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409497297318085586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/SxJlIZQUg9I/AAAAAAAAANc/OK9OLykxIF0/s400/bannerverticaljpg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um Romance inesquecível...você não pode deixar de ler.&lt;br /&gt;10 entre 10 leitores satisfeitos.&lt;br /&gt;Para adquiri-lo escreva para o autor em  &lt;a href="mailto:anjo.loyro@gmail.com"&gt;anjo.loyro@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colabore com nossa cultura, prestigie ou novos autores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400998281462360928-5860829905030846369?l=naasadapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naasadapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5860829905030846369/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400998281462360928&amp;postID=5860829905030846369' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400998281462360928/posts/default/5860829905030846369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400998281462360928/posts/default/5860829905030846369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naasadapoesia.blogspot.com/2009/11/grande-jornada.html' title='A GRANDE JORNADA'/><author><name>Jorge Linhaça</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08336001859437226843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zONzkHfoIxU/TxbzaIOEMmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FiY6lMQ3c8A/s220/foto%2Bavpb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/SxJlIZQUg9I/AAAAAAAAANc/OK9OLykxIF0/s72-c/bannerverticaljpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400998281462360928.post-6463947613427623147</id><published>2008-09-03T21:10:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:15:23.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lágrimas da Pátria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/SL8oHa1L5hI/AAAAAAAAAGY/A-Es1051Fas/s1600-h/Brasil+tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241952599209141778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/SL8oHa1L5hI/AAAAAAAAAGY/A-Es1051Fas/s400/Brasil+tag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;AS LÁGRIMAS DA PÁTRIA&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Linhaça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No país verde-amarelo&lt;br /&gt;correm lágrimas na face&lt;br /&gt;do nosso povo singelo&lt;br /&gt;correm soltas, sem disfarce.&lt;br /&gt;O povo por escabelo&lt;br /&gt;O tempo? Que logo passe!&lt;br /&gt;A gente arranca os cabelos.&lt;br /&gt;A esperança renasce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São as lágrimas da Nação,&lt;br /&gt;noção de patriotismo?&lt;br /&gt;Conformismo do povão&lt;br /&gt;sem noção de tal abismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na terra de Deus dará&lt;br /&gt;se plantando tudo cresce&lt;br /&gt;Bolsa-família, maná?&lt;br /&gt;Certo está se lhe parece.&lt;br /&gt;Chega a hora de votar&lt;br /&gt;do mal, logo se esquece&lt;br /&gt;Tanta mentira no ar&lt;br /&gt;que à alma amortece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São as lágrimas da Nação,&lt;br /&gt;noção de patriotismo?&lt;br /&gt;Conformismo do povão&lt;br /&gt;sem noção de tal abismo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chora o povo de alegria&lt;br /&gt;quando o atleta é campeão.&lt;br /&gt;Vive a panela vazia&lt;br /&gt;sobre seu pobre fogão.&lt;br /&gt;Come o ouro da utopia&lt;br /&gt;embora não tenha feijão&lt;br /&gt;é o país das maravilhas&lt;br /&gt;descalço de pés no chão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São as lágrimas da Nação,&lt;br /&gt;noção de patriotismo?&lt;br /&gt;Conformismo do povão&lt;br /&gt;sem noção de tal abismo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pão e circo para o povo&lt;br /&gt;na arena os gladiadores&lt;br /&gt;na marmita, pão com ovo,&lt;br /&gt;no bolso poucos favores&lt;br /&gt;Vai o velho, vem o novo (?)&lt;br /&gt;vem os mesmos dissabores&lt;br /&gt;os tentáculos do polvo&lt;br /&gt;nas mãos dos mesmos senhores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São as lágrimas da Nação,&lt;br /&gt;noção de patriotismo?&lt;br /&gt;Conformismo do povão&lt;br /&gt;sem noção de tal abismo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400998281462360928-6463947613427623147?l=naasadapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naasadapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6463947613427623147/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400998281462360928&amp;postID=6463947613427623147' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400998281462360928/posts/default/6463947613427623147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400998281462360928/posts/default/6463947613427623147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naasadapoesia.blogspot.com/2008/09/lgrimas-da-ptria.html' title='Lágrimas da Pátria'/><author><name>Jorge Linhaça</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08336001859437226843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zONzkHfoIxU/TxbzaIOEMmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FiY6lMQ3c8A/s220/foto%2Bavpb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/SL8oHa1L5hI/AAAAAAAAAGY/A-Es1051Fas/s72-c/Brasil+tag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400998281462360928.post-8283244066399024857</id><published>2008-08-07T10:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T10:15:25.330-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MÁSCARA DOURADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/SJr0ysikadI/AAAAAAAAAFw/dZaRRdWvEEo/s1600-h/!MÃCARA+DOURADA.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231763068931041746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/SJr0ysikadI/AAAAAAAAAFw/dZaRRdWvEEo/s400/!M%C3%81CARA+DOURADA.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MÁSCARA DOURADA&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Linhaça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na face ,aquela máscara dourada,&lt;br /&gt;já não repousa com tal galhardia,&lt;br /&gt;não traz mais o brilho de outros dias&lt;br /&gt;seus olhos vazios não fitam mais nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Velha máscara, hoje desbotada,&lt;br /&gt;riso profano, perdido no tempo,&lt;br /&gt;fantasia rasgada pelo vento,&lt;br /&gt;pegadas vagas ao longo da estrada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a máscara já nada esconde,&lt;br /&gt;senão a tua tristeza escondida,&lt;br /&gt;dos carnavais do tempo de ontem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para onde irás nas curvas da vida,&lt;br /&gt;se a tristeza te seguirá por onde&lt;br /&gt;tuas pegadas fizerem guarida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arandú, 10 de julho de 2008&lt;br /&gt;18:09&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400998281462360928-8283244066399024857?l=naasadapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naasadapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8283244066399024857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400998281462360928&amp;postID=8283244066399024857' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400998281462360928/posts/default/8283244066399024857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400998281462360928/posts/default/8283244066399024857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naasadapoesia.blogspot.com/2008/08/mscara-dourada-jorge-linhaa-na-face.html' title='MÁSCARA DOURADA'/><author><name>Jorge Linhaça</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08336001859437226843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zONzkHfoIxU/TxbzaIOEMmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FiY6lMQ3c8A/s220/foto%2Bavpb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/SJr0ysikadI/AAAAAAAAAFw/dZaRRdWvEEo/s72-c/!M%C3%81CARA+DOURADA.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400998281462360928.post-8116459373141765187</id><published>2008-08-07T10:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T10:08:15.381-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ALVORECER DA ESPERANÇA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/SJrzX4gcpmI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jucZfvF11l0/s1600-h/!alvorecer+da+Esperan%C3%A7a+tag3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231761508775274082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/SJrzX4gcpmI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jucZfvF11l0/s400/!alvorecer+da+Esperan%25C3%25A7a+tag3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Alvorecer da Esperança&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Linhaça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvorada esmeraldina&lt;br /&gt;me ensina a esperar&lt;br /&gt;o olhar dessa menina,&lt;br /&gt;a sina de lhe encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem o sol, me ilumina,&lt;br /&gt;fascina a me encantar.&lt;br /&gt;O mar verde me alucina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na rima do nosso amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como sonho de criança&lt;br /&gt;dança a voz do coração&lt;br /&gt;emoção que não se cansa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E amansa a solidão.&lt;br /&gt;A razão da esperança?&lt;br /&gt;Alvorada da paixão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400998281462360928-8116459373141765187?l=naasadapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naasadapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8116459373141765187/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400998281462360928&amp;postID=8116459373141765187' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400998281462360928/posts/default/8116459373141765187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400998281462360928/posts/default/8116459373141765187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naasadapoesia.blogspot.com/2008/08/alvorecer-da-esperana.html' title='ALVORECER DA ESPERANÇA'/><author><name>Jorge Linhaça</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08336001859437226843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zONzkHfoIxU/TxbzaIOEMmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FiY6lMQ3c8A/s220/foto%2Bavpb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/SJrzX4gcpmI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jucZfvF11l0/s72-c/!alvorecer+da+Esperan%25C3%25A7a+tag3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400998281462360928.post-9010228761563957159</id><published>2008-08-07T09:44:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T10:19:40.646-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A CAMINHO DO CÉU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/SJrxXWlI3XI/AAAAAAAAAFg/D-7wKu0-zkA/s1600-h/Ã+Caminho+do+cÃ©u++tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231759300644887922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/SJrxXWlI3XI/AAAAAAAAAFg/D-7wKu0-zkA/s400/%C3%80+Caminho+do+c%C3%A9u++tag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/SJruZ1xnE6I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fKw8eaYyQMs/s1600-h/!CHAMAS+DA+PAIXÃO.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;À CAMINHO DO CÉU&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Linhaça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O caminho do céu se galga&lt;br /&gt;subindo degrau a degrau&lt;br /&gt;seguindo a pomba da paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O caminho do céu se trilha&lt;br /&gt;sem usar de hipocrisia&lt;br /&gt;e o escuro que ela traz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O caminho do céu é romaria&lt;br /&gt;que trilhamos com alegria&lt;br /&gt;deixando o passado pra traz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só vale a pena trilha-lo&lt;br /&gt;quando em boa companhia.&lt;br /&gt;Seguir sozinho? Jamais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso te lanço o convite&lt;br /&gt;da-me tua mão, não resistas&lt;br /&gt;venhas ser também INCAPAZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arandú, 3 de agosto de 2008&lt;br /&gt;18:09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400998281462360928-9010228761563957159?l=naasadapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naasadapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/9010228761563957159/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400998281462360928&amp;postID=9010228761563957159' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400998281462360928.post-6290924449504682168</id><published>2008-08-07T09:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T10:18:13.925-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O POETA QUE COPIAVA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/SJrtvZAXafI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/dZyBH-y4xQM/s1600-h/!AAPOETACOPIA+TAG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231755315566307826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/SJrtvZAXafI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/dZyBH-y4xQM/s400/!AAPOETACOPIA+TAG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O POETA QUE COPIAVA&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Linhaça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O poeta copiava!&lt;br /&gt;Copiava a vida...&lt;br /&gt;em versos.&lt;br /&gt;O poeta cantava!&lt;br /&gt;Cantava a sina&lt;br /&gt;e o universo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O poeta emocionava!&lt;br /&gt;Emocionava sem sentir&lt;br /&gt;ao leitor desconhecido.&lt;br /&gt;O poeta se encantava&lt;br /&gt;encantado no seu fingir&lt;br /&gt;o sorriso esquecido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O poeta almejava&lt;br /&gt;viver sua utopia&lt;br /&gt;no reino de Alcaçaz.&lt;br /&gt;O poeta desejava,&lt;br /&gt;dia e noite, noite e dia&lt;br /&gt;serenidade e paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O poeta copiava...&lt;br /&gt;os sonhos da humanidade&lt;br /&gt;em seus motes rabiscados.&lt;br /&gt;O poeta versejava&lt;br /&gt;até que veio a idade&lt;br /&gt;e hoje findou-se calado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arandú, 2 de agosto de 2008&lt;br /&gt;18:09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400998281462360928-6290924449504682168?l=naasadapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naasadapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6290924449504682168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400998281462360928&amp;postID=6290924449504682168' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400998281462360928/posts/default/6290924449504682168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400998281462360928/posts/default/6290924449504682168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naasadapoesia.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-poeta-que-copiava.html' title='O POETA QUE COPIAVA'/><author><name>Jorge Linhaça</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08336001859437226843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zONzkHfoIxU/TxbzaIOEMmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FiY6lMQ3c8A/s220/foto%2Bavpb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/SJrtvZAXafI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/dZyBH-y4xQM/s72-c/!AAPOETACOPIA+TAG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400998281462360928.post-4648498514772786745</id><published>2008-06-01T12:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T12:41:59.355-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SOBRE OS CAMPOS DE ALGODÃO</title><content type='html'>Sobre campos de algodão viajo&lt;br /&gt;quase tocando as flores macias&lt;br /&gt;rosas brancas de minhas fantasias&lt;br /&gt;na alvura dos vestidos que eu trajo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se para alguns lhes pareço em andrajos&lt;br /&gt;nas asas rotas de minha utopia&lt;br /&gt;Não me importa, respiro poesia&lt;br /&gt;é com meus versos que sempre reajo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas voltas macias, flocos de algodão&lt;br /&gt;semeio o céu, com gotas d'orvalho&lt;br /&gt;meus olhos choram de tanta emoção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cada verso que alí espalho&lt;br /&gt;derramo em nuvens o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;nos alvos flocos, a vida eu entalho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400998281462360928-4648498514772786745?l=naasadapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naasadapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4648498514772786745/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400998281462360928&amp;postID=4648498514772786745' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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CORAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/SAnVwXSnnPI/AAAAAAAAAEU/21VfnHvYoYs/s1600-h/dou-te+meu+coraÃ§Ã£o.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190915072383753458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/SAnVwXSnnPI/AAAAAAAAAEU/21VfnHvYoYs/s320/dou-te+meu+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DOU-TE MEU CORAÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Linhaça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dou-te o meu coração:&lt;br /&gt;Arrancado assim do peito&lt;br /&gt;pelos dedos da paixão...&lt;br /&gt;Prometes cuidar direito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha... ele está sujeito,&lt;br /&gt;a parar de supetão...&lt;br /&gt;Se não o pegas com jeito&lt;br /&gt;morre, ele, em tuas mãos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que parece despeito,&lt;br /&gt;falar de minha ilusão,&lt;br /&gt;por eu ser tão imperfeito&lt;br /&gt;ao cantar minha emoção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apanha-o com carinho,&lt;br /&gt;extirpa-lhe a solidão,&lt;br /&gt;coloca, do teu, juntinho...&lt;br /&gt;sejamos um só, então.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01/03/2008&lt;br /&gt;11:56&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;todo mi cariño besos del alma Betty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA DAMA DEL LAGO&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Linhaça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cierta vez, hermosa dama,&lt;br /&gt;desalentada de la vida,&lt;br /&gt;en un día de la semana,&lt;br /&gt;se fue al lago, entristecida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llevaba, en las manos, un buqué,&lt;br /&gt;añoranza de su amado,&lt;br /&gt;que acabará de perder,&lt;br /&gt;acusado de pecados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La dama, en aquella sangra,&lt;br /&gt;entró y no volvió mas,&lt;br /&gt;cambió la leyenda tropical,&lt;br /&gt;para los que sufren de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En las noches de luna nueva,&lt;br /&gt;cuando el lago es sólo silencio,&lt;br /&gt;dicen que ella retorna,&lt;br /&gt;para entonar su lamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amantes apasionados,&lt;br /&gt;en el lago hacen vigília,&lt;br /&gt;esperando que su hado&lt;br /&gt;escape de esa armadilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrojan flores en el agua,&lt;br /&gt;para la dama del lago,&lt;br /&gt;para apararles las amarguras&lt;br /&gt;del corazón machucado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04/04/2008&lt;br /&gt;5:00 hs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400998281462360928-7745456538282042000?l=naasadapoesia.blogspot.com' 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/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As horas passam ...&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Linhaça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passa o tempo&lt;br /&gt;passatempo&lt;br /&gt;pensamentos...&lt;br /&gt;tic-tac ; tic-tac...&lt;br /&gt;relógio ou bomba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passa, tempo!&lt;br /&gt;Passa lento...&lt;br /&gt;Toma tento!&lt;br /&gt;tic-tac ...tic-tac&lt;br /&gt;Luz ou sombras?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passa o vento&lt;br /&gt;Paz...tormento&lt;br /&gt;Pachorrento!&lt;br /&gt;tic-tac...tic-tac&lt;br /&gt;Constróis ou escombras?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PENSAMENTOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las horas pasan ...&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Linhaça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasa el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;pasatiempo&lt;br /&gt;pensamientos...&lt;br /&gt;tic-tac ; tic-tac...&lt;br /&gt;reloj o bomba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasa, tiempo!&lt;br /&gt;Pasa lento...&lt;br /&gt;Toma intento!&lt;br /&gt;tic-tac ...tic-tac&lt;br /&gt;Luz o sombras?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasa el viento&lt;br /&gt;Paz...tormento&lt;br /&gt;Pachorriento!&lt;br /&gt;tic-tac...tic-tac&lt;br /&gt;Construyes o escombros?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PENSAMIENTOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400998281462360928-7215143693138751693?l=naasadapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naasadapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7215143693138751693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400998281462360928&amp;postID=7215143693138751693' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400998281462360928.post-3308714297584267402</id><published>2007-11-25T16:03:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T08:03:11.857-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/R0nJ9i7gWaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/NOv4inNp3Zo/s1600-h/bifurcaÃ§Ã£o+tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136858909178354082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/R0nJ9i7gWaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/NOv4inNp3Zo/s320/bifurca%C3%A7%C3%A3o+tag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Bifurcação&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Linhaça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trago a alma dividida&lt;br /&gt;entre o amor e a razão&lt;br /&gt;A estrada desta vida&lt;br /&gt;é apenas bifurcação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu castelo; ou casebre,&lt;br /&gt;ali, ao meio do caminho&lt;br /&gt;minha indecisão percebe&lt;br /&gt;mas hei d'escolher sozinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se sigo, à direita, a razão&lt;br /&gt;mato ao amor no meu peito,&lt;br /&gt;mas se sigo à emoção&lt;br /&gt;fico, às dores, sujeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aonde irei desaguar?&lt;br /&gt;Só o tempo pode dizer;&lt;br /&gt;Seja no rio, seja no mar,&lt;br /&gt;parte de mim há de morrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bifurcación&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Linhaça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traigo el alma dividida&lt;br /&gt;entre el amor y la razón&lt;br /&gt;la entrada de esta vida&lt;br /&gt;es apenas bifurcación&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi castillo; o pesebre,&lt;br /&gt;allí, al medio del camino&lt;br /&gt;mi indecisión percibe&lt;br /&gt;mas he de escoger solitario&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si sigo, a la derecha, la razón&lt;br /&gt;mato al amor en mi pecho,&lt;br /&gt;mas si sigo a la emoción&lt;br /&gt;quedo, a algunos dolores, sujeto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adonde iré a desaguar?&lt;br /&gt;Sólo el tiempo  puede decir;&lt;br /&gt;Sea en el río, sea en el mar,&lt;br /&gt;parte de mi ha de morir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400998281462360928-3308714297584267402?l=naasadapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naasadapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3308714297584267402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400998281462360928&amp;postID=3308714297584267402' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400998281462360928&amp;postID=3136256341584399231' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400998281462360928/posts/default/3136256341584399231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400998281462360928/posts/default/3136256341584399231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naasadapoesia.blogspot.com/2007/11/bifurcao-jorge-linhaa-trago-alma.html' title=''/><author><name>Jorge Linhaça</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08336001859437226843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zONzkHfoIxU/TxbzaIOEMmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FiY6lMQ3c8A/s220/foto%2Bavpb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400998281462360928.post-3863356537804451641</id><published>2007-11-25T15:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T16:02:19.255-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A CHUVA EM NOSSO CORPO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/R0m3kS7gWZI/AAAAAAAAADw/a_ojUxqtYYM/s1600-h/A+CHUVA+EM+NOSSO+CORPO+TAG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136838684177357202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/R0m3kS7gWZI/AAAAAAAAADw/a_ojUxqtYYM/s320/A+CHUVA+EM+NOSSO+CORPO+TAG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; A CHUVA EM NOSSO CORPO&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Linhaça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cai  a chuva em nosso corpo,&lt;br /&gt;molhando-nos em gotas mornas&lt;br /&gt; que de tua taça entornas&lt;br /&gt;e que eu sorvo assim absorto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encharcados de chuva e paixão;&lt;br /&gt;Teu vestido  colado em ti...&lt;br /&gt;Tua mão a buscar me sentir:&lt;br /&gt;Somos fogo, desejo, tesão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As roupas despidas, molhadas...&lt;br /&gt;se transformam em nosso lençóis,&lt;br /&gt;Eu, tu, a chuva e a estrada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosso corpo a arder qual mil sóis:&lt;br /&gt;Dois amantes na madrugada,&lt;br /&gt;a viver o prazer que há em nós&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Linhaça</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08336001859437226843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zONzkHfoIxU/TxbzaIOEMmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FiY6lMQ3c8A/s220/foto%2Bavpb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/R0m3kS7gWZI/AAAAAAAAADw/a_ojUxqtYYM/s72-c/A+CHUVA+EM+NOSSO+CORPO+TAG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400998281462360928.post-4991657625721167556</id><published>2007-10-07T16:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T09:56:09.777-03:00</updated><title type='text'>LLUVIA VOCANICA DEL AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/Rwon-zQA2RI/AAAAAAAAADo/7JV8myYsUZg/s1600-h/chuva+vulcÃ£nica.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118947886322735378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/Rwon-zQA2RI/AAAAAAAAADo/7JV8myYsUZg/s320/chuva+vulc%C3%A3nica.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LLUVIA VOLCANICA DEL AMOR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JORGE LINHAÇA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tradução Betty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caen las cenizas incandecentes&lt;br /&gt;sobre el desnudo cuerpo mio&lt;br /&gt;cenizas rojas, ardientes&lt;br /&gt;Del amor hasta ahora mudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me cubren el cuerpo, queman&lt;br /&gt;con brazas de pasion incontenida&lt;br /&gt;intento huir, mas las piernas tiemblan&lt;br /&gt;en quedar inmobiles, aturdidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siento tu aproximacion silenciosa&lt;br /&gt;en un mixtura de ansia y de miedo&lt;br /&gt;Mis ojos fascinan relucientes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te revelan los secretos mios&lt;br /&gt;guardados tan inconscientemente&lt;br /&gt;Me entrego a los juegos tuyos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHUVA VULCÂNICA DO AMOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE LINHAÇA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caem as cinzas incandescentes&lt;br /&gt;sobre o meu corpo desnudo&lt;br /&gt;cinzas vermelha, ardentes&lt;br /&gt;Do amor  até agora mudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cobrem-me o corpo, queimam&lt;br /&gt;com brazas de paixão incontida&lt;br /&gt;tento fugir, mas as pernas teimam&lt;br /&gt;em ficar imóveis, aturdidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a tua aproximação silente&lt;br /&gt;num misto de ânsia e de medo&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos faíscam reluzentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revelam-te os meus segredos&lt;br /&gt;guardados tão inconscientemente&lt;br /&gt;Entrego-me aos teus brinquedos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/400998281462360928-4991657625721167556?l=naasadapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zONzkHfoIxU/TxbzaIOEMmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FiY6lMQ3c8A/s220/foto%2Bavpb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/Rwon-zQA2RI/AAAAAAAAADo/7JV8myYsUZg/s72-c/chuva+vulc%C3%A3nica.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400998281462360928.post-3162745011385518347</id><published>2007-10-07T16:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T09:57:40.567-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/Rwk3yDQA2QI/AAAAAAAAADg/Jp8nc-xRO2A/s1600-h/TAÃA.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118683784488737026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/Rwk3yDQA2QI/AAAAAAAAADg/Jp8nc-xRO2A/s320/TA%C3%87A.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; LA COPA DEL AMOR&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Linhaça&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tradução de Betty&lt;br /&gt;15/06/2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te veo así como un drink&lt;br /&gt;servido en la copa del amor&lt;br /&gt;Con mi corazón no brinque&lt;br /&gt;y ni me cause mas dolor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En esa copa transparente&lt;br /&gt;veo el cuerpo tuyo desnudo&lt;br /&gt;así tan atrayente&lt;br /&gt;que casi me hace estar mudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y en la sed que me invade&lt;br /&gt;de al final degustarte&lt;br /&gt;el cuerpo mío en llamas arde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loco para besarte&lt;br /&gt;Tornar en realidad&lt;br /&gt;esa ansia de amarte &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A TAÇA DO AMOR&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Linhaça&lt;br /&gt;15/06/2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo-te assim como um drinque&lt;br /&gt;servido na taça do amor&lt;br /&gt;Com meu coração não brinque&lt;br /&gt;e nem me cause mais dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa taça transparente&lt;br /&gt;vejo o teu corpo desnudo&lt;br /&gt;assim tão atraente&lt;br /&gt;que quase me faz ficar mudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E na sede que me invade&lt;br /&gt;de enfim te degustar&lt;br /&gt;o meu corpo em chamas arde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louco para te beijar&lt;br /&gt;Tornar em realidade&lt;br /&gt;essa ânsia de te amar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/400998281462360928-3162745011385518347?l=naasadapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naasadapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3162745011385518347/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400998281462360928&amp;postID=3162745011385518347' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400998281462360928/posts/default/3162745011385518347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400998281462360928/posts/default/3162745011385518347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naasadapoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/la-copa-del-amor-jorge-linhaa-traduo-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Jorge Linhaça</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08336001859437226843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zONzkHfoIxU/TxbzaIOEMmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FiY6lMQ3c8A/s220/foto%2Bavpb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/Rwk3yDQA2QI/AAAAAAAAADg/Jp8nc-xRO2A/s72-c/TA%C3%87A.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400998281462360928.post-3397128112671286401</id><published>2007-10-05T18:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T18:41:14.969-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ESSA TUA BOCA MACIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/RwathzQA2PI/AAAAAAAAADY/KY199g9kmCY/s1600-h/tua+boca+macia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117968822757808370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/RwathzQA2PI/AAAAAAAAADY/KY199g9kmCY/s320/tua+boca+macia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ESSA TUA BOCA MACIA&lt;br /&gt; Jorge Linhaça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, essa boca que me incendeia,&lt;br /&gt;em beijos ardentes, contínuos,&lt;br /&gt;acelerando o sangue nas veias,&lt;br /&gt;motivo maior de meu fascínio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a porta de entrada do paraíso,&lt;br /&gt;é onde tudo de bom se principia,&lt;br /&gt;começa por um simples sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;se estende em noites de alegria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A porta, ora aberta lentamente,&lt;br /&gt;sugando-me para dentro de ti,&lt;br /&gt;inebria-me o corpo e a mente,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo-te a flor como um colibri&lt;br /&gt;teus lábios sugo avidamente,&lt;br /&gt;teu corpo responde num frenesi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ESA TU BOCA MACIA&lt;br /&gt; Jorge Linhaça&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tradução Betty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, esa boca que me incendia,&lt;br /&gt;en besos ardientes, continuos,&lt;br /&gt;acelerando la sangre en las venas,&lt;br /&gt;motivo mayor de mi facinación.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es la puerta de entrada del paraíso,&lt;br /&gt;es donde todo de bueno se inicia,&lt;br /&gt;comienza por una simple sonrisa,&lt;br /&gt;se extiende en noches de alegría.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la puerta, ora abierta lentamente,&lt;br /&gt;ejugándome para dentro de ti,&lt;br /&gt;me inebria el cuerpo y la mente,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te beso la flor como un colibrí&lt;br /&gt;tus labios enjugo avidamente,&lt;br /&gt;tu cuerpo responde en un frenesí.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400998281462360928-3397128112671286401?l=naasadapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naasadapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3397128112671286401/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400998281462360928&amp;postID=3397128112671286401' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400998281462360928/posts/default/3397128112671286401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400998281462360928/posts/default/3397128112671286401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naasadapoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/essa-tua-boca-macia.html' title='ESSA TUA BOCA MACIA'/><author><name>Jorge Linhaça</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08336001859437226843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zONzkHfoIxU/TxbzaIOEMmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FiY6lMQ3c8A/s220/foto%2Bavpb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/RwathzQA2PI/AAAAAAAAADY/KY199g9kmCY/s72-c/tua+boca+macia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400998281462360928.post-1846689765062428543</id><published>2007-10-05T10:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T06:51:36.454-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DESEO DE AMARTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/RwZGKjQA2OI/AAAAAAAAADQ/HXypraTzN-k/s1600-h/desejo+de+amarte"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117855173628188898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/RwZGKjQA2OI/AAAAAAAAADQ/HXypraTzN-k/s320/desejo+de+amarte" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESEO DE AMARTE&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Linhaça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deseo insano de amarte,&lt;br /&gt;de sentir tu cuerpo latente&lt;br /&gt;bañado por la luz del poniente&lt;br /&gt;al son de las olas del mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deseo loco, inconsecuente,&lt;br /&gt;pues ya no puedo soñar&lt;br /&gt;tu amor es como aguardiente&lt;br /&gt;mi corazón a embriagar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y después a sumir lentamente&lt;br /&gt;dejándome sólo aquí a llorar&lt;br /&gt;la nostalgia que resta de la gente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal cual el disperso lunar&lt;br /&gt;que lejos sea envolvente&lt;br /&gt;se acaba cuando al radiar el día .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DESEJO DE TE AMAR&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Linhaça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo insano de te amar,&lt;br /&gt;de sentir teu corpo latente&lt;br /&gt;banhado pela luz do poente&lt;br /&gt;ao som das ondas do mar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desejo louco, inconseqüente,&lt;br /&gt;pois já não posso sonhar&lt;br /&gt;teu amor é como aguardente&lt;br /&gt;meu coração a embriagar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e depois a sumir lentamente&lt;br /&gt;deixando-me só aqui a chorar&lt;br /&gt;a saudade que resta da gente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal e qual o disperso luar&lt;br /&gt;que embora seja envolvente&lt;br /&gt;se acaba quando o dia raiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400998281462360928-1846689765062428543?l=naasadapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naasadapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1846689765062428543/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400998281462360928&amp;postID=1846689765062428543' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400998281462360928/posts/default/1846689765062428543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400998281462360928/posts/default/1846689765062428543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naasadapoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/con-todo-mi-cario-besos-del-alma-betty.html' title='DESEO DE AMARTE'/><author><name>Jorge Linhaça</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08336001859437226843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zONzkHfoIxU/TxbzaIOEMmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FiY6lMQ3c8A/s220/foto%2Bavpb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/RwZGKjQA2OI/AAAAAAAAADQ/HXypraTzN-k/s72-c/desejo+de+amarte' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400998281462360928.post-5419229774390695316</id><published>2007-10-04T22:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T10:55:55.615-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MÃO E FLOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/RwWPnzQA2NI/AAAAAAAAADI/RnteVG3mQis/s1600-h/a+mÃ£o+e+a+flor+tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117654465511479506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/RwWPnzQA2NI/AAAAAAAAADI/RnteVG3mQis/s320/a+m%C3%A3o+e+a+flor+tag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A MÃO E A FLOR&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Linhaça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mão que me toca é qual a flor&lt;br /&gt;macia, terna e perfumada&lt;br /&gt;é mão que transmite o amor&lt;br /&gt;a mão flor da mim enamorada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flor que minh'alma perfuma&lt;br /&gt;orvalhada de doce licor&lt;br /&gt;é também a mão que me apruma&lt;br /&gt;despertando em meu ser o calor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não sei se é mais flor do que mão&lt;br /&gt;ou se será mais mão do que flor&lt;br /&gt;mas desperta em mim emoção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E faz de mim um poeta cantor&lt;br /&gt;a cantar os versos do coração&lt;br /&gt;versos tão perfumados d'amor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*****&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LA MANO Y LA FLOR&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Linhaça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; La mano que me toca es cual la flor&lt;br /&gt;mansa, tierna y perfumada&lt;br /&gt;es mano que transmite el amor&lt;br /&gt;la mano flor de mi enamorada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La flor que mi alma perfuma&lt;br /&gt;orvalhada de dulce licor&lt;br /&gt;es también la mano que me abruma&lt;br /&gt;despertando en mi ser el calor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no se si es mas flor de lo que la mano&lt;br /&gt;o si será mas mano de lo que  flor&lt;br /&gt;pero despierta en mi emoción&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y hace de mi un poeta cantor&lt;br /&gt;al cantar los versos del corazón&lt;br /&gt;versos tan perfumados de amor&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400998281462360928-5419229774390695316?l=naasadapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naasadapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5419229774390695316/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400998281462360928&amp;postID=5419229774390695316' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400998281462360928.post-6629103198520748210</id><published>2007-10-03T16:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T16:49:05.842-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TE AMAR É...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/RwPueDQA2MI/AAAAAAAAADA/FcZ6cddc2A8/s1600-h/TE+AMAR+Ã...jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117195801658972354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/RwPueDQA2MI/AAAAAAAAADA/FcZ6cddc2A8/s320/TE+AMAR+%C3%89...jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;  TE AMAR É...&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Linhaça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofrer de desilusão&lt;br /&gt;perder para os teus medos&lt;br /&gt;lancetar o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;desconhecer teus segredos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É esperar eternamente&lt;br /&gt;o dia do teu despertar&lt;br /&gt;vendo o medo latente&lt;br /&gt;no fundo do teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É sofrer a morte em vida&lt;br /&gt;me sentir tão impotente&lt;br /&gt;que minh'alma ferida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sofre tão profundamente&lt;br /&gt;que julga estar perdida&lt;br /&gt;para sempre, eternamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&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/400998281462360928-6629103198520748210?l=naasadapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naasadapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6629103198520748210/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400998281462360928&amp;postID=6629103198520748210' title='1 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400998281462360928.post-3921811450345884671</id><published>2007-10-03T16:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T16:23:06.572-03:00</updated><title type='text'>COMO MATAR UM POETA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/RwPrrzQA2LI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Eu0kByhbtME/s1600-h/COMO+MATAR+UM+POETA+TAG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117192739347290290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/RwPrrzQA2LI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Eu0kByhbtME/s320/COMO+MATAR+UM+POETA+TAG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COMO MATAR UM POETA&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Linhaça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para matar um poeta&lt;br /&gt;pouco é preciso fazer&lt;br /&gt;desprezo na dose certa&lt;br /&gt;abandono nas horas incertas&lt;br /&gt;deixar aos poucos de o ler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alijá-lo de sua utopia&lt;br /&gt;cobrar maior realidade&lt;br /&gt;matar suas fantasias&lt;br /&gt;apagar suas alegrias&lt;br /&gt;eis a causa da mortandade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que morto o poeta&lt;br /&gt;vive a letra que o ilumina&lt;br /&gt;na sua obra incompleta&lt;br /&gt;de emoção tão repleta&lt;br /&gt;que a outros contamina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400998281462360928-3921811450345884671?l=naasadapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naasadapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3921811450345884671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400998281462360928&amp;postID=3921811450345884671' title='2 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400998281462360928.post-3609940286327145178</id><published>2007-10-03T16:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T16:18:32.024-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DUETO  TULIPA VERMELHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/RwPp5zQA2KI/AAAAAAAAACw/INe9R3vZVnk/s1600-h/tulipa+vernelha+tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117190780842203298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/RwPp5zQA2KI/AAAAAAAAACw/INe9R3vZVnk/s320/tulipa+vernelha+tag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TULIPA VERMELHA&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Linhaça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jogada assim aos teus pés&lt;br /&gt;a pobre tulipa vermelha&lt;br /&gt;última prova de minha fé&lt;br /&gt;em criar do amor a centelha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pobre tulipa, assim ela é,&lt;br /&gt;de pétalas a murchar parelhas&lt;br /&gt;aos pés de ti ó cruel mulher&lt;br /&gt;que à tulipa desfeiteias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tulipa abandonada no chão&lt;br /&gt;é metáfora de um sentimento&lt;br /&gt;alegoria de uma emoção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que deixas lançada ao vento&lt;br /&gt;a tulipa é o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;que deixaste dormir ao relento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TULIPA VERMELHA&lt;br /&gt;Ana Maria Brasiliense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levanta homem!&lt;br /&gt;Lugar de teu coração não é no chão...&lt;br /&gt;É exótico como a flor onde abriga amores&lt;br /&gt;Assim como a linda flor&lt;br /&gt;de beleza sem fim...&lt;br /&gt;traz com ela muita emoção,&lt;br /&gt;seu tempo de vida é tão curto, num florir encantador,&lt;br /&gt;trazendo junto muito amor.&lt;br /&gt;Levanta homem!&lt;br /&gt;Toma teu coração entre as mãos&lt;br /&gt;e oferta como uma tulipa&lt;br /&gt;imponente,&lt;br /&gt;teu amor à tua amada mulher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400998281462360928-3609940286327145178?l=naasadapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naasadapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3609940286327145178/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400998281462360928&amp;postID=3609940286327145178' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400998281462360928/posts/default/3609940286327145178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400998281462360928/posts/default/3609940286327145178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naasadapoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/tulipa-vermelha-jorge-linhaa-jogada.html' title='DUETO  TULIPA VERMELHA'/><author><name>Jorge Linhaça</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08336001859437226843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zONzkHfoIxU/TxbzaIOEMmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FiY6lMQ3c8A/s220/foto%2Bavpb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/RwPp5zQA2KI/AAAAAAAAACw/INe9R3vZVnk/s72-c/tulipa+vernelha+tag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400998281462360928.post-8175101530269001415</id><published>2007-10-02T21:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T21:53:06.299-03:00</updated><title type='text'>QUERO BEIJAR-TE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/RwLnazQA2JI/AAAAAAAAACo/Ak6lNw3Gji8/s1600-h/quero+beijar-te+tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116906574266292370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/RwLnazQA2JI/AAAAAAAAACo/Ak6lNw3Gji8/s320/quero+beijar-te+tag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;QUERO BEIJAR-TE&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Linhaça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero beijar-te:&lt;br /&gt;A boca macia e carnuda&lt;br /&gt;os ombros assim desnudos&lt;br /&gt;as tuas costas desnudas&lt;br /&gt;os teus seios fecundos&lt;br /&gt;o teu ventre perfumado&lt;br /&gt;tuas coxas tão roliças&lt;br /&gt;os teus joelhos suados&lt;br /&gt;desvendar tuas primícias&lt;br /&gt;ficar enfim embriagado&lt;br /&gt;do licor que me ofertas&lt;br /&gt;com as pétalas abertas&lt;br /&gt;do teu jardim mais sagrado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/400998281462360928-8175101530269001415?l=naasadapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naasadapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8175101530269001415/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400998281462360928&amp;postID=8175101530269001415' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400998281462360928/posts/default/8175101530269001415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400998281462360928/posts/default/8175101530269001415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naasadapoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/quero-beijar-te.html' title='QUERO BEIJAR-TE'/><author><name>Jorge Linhaça</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08336001859437226843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zONzkHfoIxU/TxbzaIOEMmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FiY6lMQ3c8A/s220/foto%2Bavpb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/RwLnazQA2JI/AAAAAAAAACo/Ak6lNw3Gji8/s72-c/quero+beijar-te+tag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400998281462360928.post-8254961608324662612</id><published>2007-10-01T20:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T20:45:36.926-03:00</updated><title type='text'>LIBERTA-TE Ó ALMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/RwGGNzQA2HI/AAAAAAAAACM/qYJiRt_bunI/s1600-h/Liberta-te+Ã³+alma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116518223323388018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/RwGGNzQA2HI/AAAAAAAAACM/qYJiRt_bunI/s320/Liberta-te+%C3%B3+alma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; LIBERTA-TE, Ó ALMA&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Linhaça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rompe os grilhões , ó alma entristecida,&lt;br /&gt;liberta-te das profundas do turvo mar,&lt;br /&gt;deixa a tempestade em teu peito amainar&lt;br /&gt;não te deixes ser pelas dores vencida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rompe essas vis correntes em ti cingidas&lt;br /&gt;deixa-te banhar à luz do claro luar&lt;br /&gt;já é hora, ó alma, d'enfim despertar&lt;br /&gt;recebe de Deus a semente da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ergue-te e caminha enfim triunfante&lt;br /&gt;reacende a chama já quase apagada&lt;br /&gt;alimenta a flama ora bruxulente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminha ereta ao longo da tua estrada&lt;br /&gt;segue a tua saga, cavaleiro andante,&lt;br /&gt;até que se finde essa tua jornada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400998281462360928-8254961608324662612?l=naasadapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naasadapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8254961608324662612/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400998281462360928&amp;postID=8254961608324662612' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400998281462360928/posts/default/8254961608324662612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400998281462360928/posts/default/8254961608324662612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naasadapoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/liberta-te-alma.html' title='LIBERTA-TE Ó ALMA'/><author><name>Jorge Linhaça</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08336001859437226843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zONzkHfoIxU/TxbzaIOEMmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FiY6lMQ3c8A/s220/foto%2Bavpb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/RwGGNzQA2HI/AAAAAAAAACM/qYJiRt_bunI/s72-c/Liberta-te+%C3%B3+alma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400998281462360928.post-1961228351169132589</id><published>2007-10-01T15:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T10:58:42.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O SAPOMÓVEL...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/RwFDXjQA2GI/AAAAAAAAACE/0LPGjdteZ7Q/s1600-h/sapomÃ³velTAG.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116444723548051554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/RwFDXjQA2GI/AAAAAAAAACE/0LPGjdteZ7Q/s320/sapom%C3%B3velTAG.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O SAPOMÓVEL&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Linhaça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sou príncipe, sou sapo,&lt;br /&gt;e não ando de carruagem&lt;br /&gt;nem sou de fazer tietagem&lt;br /&gt;vou com a cara e a coragem&lt;br /&gt;só na sola do sapato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou comprar um sapomóvel&lt;br /&gt;pra assim me locomover&lt;br /&gt;tem a minha cara podem crer&lt;br /&gt;mas pelo menos vai parecer&lt;br /&gt;que não estou mais imóvel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe encontro a princesa&lt;br /&gt;que bote um fim no encanto&lt;br /&gt;e que não se encha de espanto&lt;br /&gt;de um sapo poder entretanto&lt;br /&gt;trazer em si a realeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que bom seria esse dia&lt;br /&gt;de poder finalmente cantar&lt;br /&gt;e minha alma desencantar&lt;br /&gt;e esse feitiço se quebrar&lt;br /&gt;renascendo em minha alegria.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; con todo mi cariño besos del alma Betty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El SAPOMÓVIL&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Linhaça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No soy príncipe, soy sapo,&lt;br /&gt;y no ando de carruaje&lt;br /&gt;ni soy de hacer tatuaje&lt;br /&gt;voy con la cara y el coraje&lt;br /&gt;sólo en la suela del zapato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voy comprar un sapomovil&lt;br /&gt;para así  locomovil&lt;br /&gt;tiene  mi cara pueden creer&lt;br /&gt;pero por lo menos va a parecer&lt;br /&gt;que no estoy mas inmóvil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quien sabe encuentro la princesa&lt;br /&gt;que bote un fin en el encanto&lt;br /&gt;y que no se encienda de espanto&lt;br /&gt;de un sapo poder entretanto&lt;br /&gt;traer en si la realeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que bueno sería ese día&lt;br /&gt;de poder finalmente cantar&lt;br /&gt;y mi alma desencantar&lt;br /&gt;y ese hechizo  quebrarse&lt;br /&gt;renaciendo en mi alegría.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400998281462360928-1961228351169132589?l=naasadapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zONzkHfoIxU/TxbzaIOEMmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FiY6lMQ3c8A/s220/foto%2Bavpb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/RwFDXjQA2GI/AAAAAAAAACE/0LPGjdteZ7Q/s72-c/sapom%C3%B3velTAG.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400998281462360928.post-5412702128998863417</id><published>2007-10-01T12:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T13:04:16.401-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ALVO PAVÃO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/RwEZ7TQA2FI/AAAAAAAAAB8/pyzD9ShNSQg/s1600-h/alvo+pavÃ£o+da+paz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116399158240008274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/RwEZ7TQA2FI/AAAAAAAAAB8/pyzD9ShNSQg/s320/alvo+pav%C3%A3o+da+paz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt; ALVO PAVÃO DA PAZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Jorge Linhaça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Alvo pavão que pregas a paz&lt;br /&gt;de brancas plumas ataviado&lt;br /&gt;mostra os teus pés deformados&lt;br /&gt;pelo caminho que te compraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não escondas os teus defeitos&lt;br /&gt;no silêncio de tua amargura&lt;br /&gt;pois a paz é dama assim nua&lt;br /&gt;incólume a todo mal feito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assume as faltas cometidas,&lt;br /&gt;abraça outra vez teu irmão,&lt;br /&gt;não perpetues as feridas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estende, honesto, a tua mão&lt;br /&gt;pois o que se leva desta vida&lt;br /&gt;é o amor que se traz no coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400998281462360928-5412702128998863417?l=naasadapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naasadapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5412702128998863417/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400998281462360928&amp;postID=5412702128998863417' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400998281462360928/posts/default/5412702128998863417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400998281462360928/posts/default/5412702128998863417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naasadapoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/alvo-pavo.html' title='ALVO PAVÃO...'/><author><name>Jorge Linhaça</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08336001859437226843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zONzkHfoIxU/TxbzaIOEMmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FiY6lMQ3c8A/s220/foto%2Bavpb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/RwEZ7TQA2FI/AAAAAAAAAB8/pyzD9ShNSQg/s72-c/alvo+pav%C3%A3o+da+paz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400998281462360928.post-1783804899784906579</id><published>2007-10-01T12:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T13:05:32.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'>RELEMBRANÇAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/RwENhjQA2EI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Zj7Dz00Gp40/s1600-h/indiam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116385521718843458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/RwENhjQA2EI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Zj7Dz00Gp40/s320/indiam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RELEMBRANÇAS&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Linhaça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembra-te, ó alma cansada,&lt;br /&gt;das tuas alegrias já sentidas&lt;br /&gt;dos cantares pelas estradas&lt;br /&gt;no percorrer desta tua vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se hoje não encontras nada&lt;br /&gt;e ficas assim esmaecida&lt;br /&gt;Lembra-te, ó alma cansada&lt;br /&gt;das tuas alegrias já sentidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renova os contos de fadas&lt;br /&gt;Segue adiante, minha amiga&lt;br /&gt;desperta em nova alvorada,&lt;br /&gt;das tuas alegrias já sentidas&lt;br /&gt;lembra-te, ó alma cansada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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Linhaça</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08336001859437226843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zONzkHfoIxU/TxbzaIOEMmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FiY6lMQ3c8A/s220/foto%2Bavpb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/RwENhjQA2EI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Zj7Dz00Gp40/s72-c/indiam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400998281462360928.post-6519502897838362529</id><published>2007-09-30T10:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T10:08:30.202-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A SILIDÃO DE UM ANJO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/Rv-fIzQA1-I/AAAAAAAAABE/0vw02PmhWKA/s1600-h/SOLIDÃO+DE+UM+ANJO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115982675261315042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/Rv-fIzQA1-I/AAAAAAAAABE/0vw02PmhWKA/s320/SOLID%C3%83O+DE+UM+ANJO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A S&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;OLIDÃO DE UM ANJO&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Linhaça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, anjo, na pedra ensimesmado&lt;br /&gt;em dolorosa e profunda solidão&lt;br /&gt;dizer a verdade foi teu pecado&lt;br /&gt;alertando aos homens em vão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, anjo, não fiques  desolado,&lt;br /&gt;não se turve tanto  teu coração,&lt;br /&gt; dia virá, em que teus recados,&lt;br /&gt;mostrarão quanto tinhas razão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segue , ó anjo, a tua jornada,&lt;br /&gt;não te deixes assim abater,&lt;br /&gt;a verdade por mais ocultada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como o sol vai um dia nascer&lt;br /&gt;as intensões serão reveladas&lt;br /&gt;e o amor irá então vencer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/400998281462360928-6519502897838362529?l=naasadapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naasadapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6519502897838362529/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400998281462360928&amp;postID=6519502897838362529' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400998281462360928/posts/default/6519502897838362529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400998281462360928/posts/default/6519502897838362529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naasadapoesia.blogspot.com/2007/09/silido-de-um-anjo.html' title='A SILIDÃO DE UM ANJO'/><author><name>Jorge Linhaça</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08336001859437226843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zONzkHfoIxU/TxbzaIOEMmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FiY6lMQ3c8A/s220/foto%2Bavpb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/Rv-fIzQA1-I/AAAAAAAAABE/0vw02PmhWKA/s72-c/SOLID%C3%83O+DE+UM+ANJO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400998281462360928.post-2530054376458334393</id><published>2007-09-29T14:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T10:11:11.315-03:00</updated><title type='text'>QUE ESCORRAM AS LÁGRIMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/Rv-QoDQA19I/AAAAAAAAAA8/RQwtM4bi0tI/s1600-h/!cid_242FB585-633B-4E48-B5FC-A44457BA8D4E.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115966719457810386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/Rv-QoDQA19I/AAAAAAAAAA8/RQwtM4bi0tI/s320/!cid_242FB585-633B-4E48-B5FC-A44457BA8D4E.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUE ESCORRAM AS LÁGRIMAS&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Linhaça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que escorram as lágrimas de minha face&lt;br /&gt;que se fechem os olhos ao sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;que se voltem os rostos ao outro lado&lt;br /&gt;que prevaleça a falsidade e o fingimento.&lt;br /&gt;Que a cara lavada e a fala macia&lt;br /&gt;da língua ladina cumpram o seu labor&lt;br /&gt;que se fechem os néscios ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;nas cantigas de paz embevecidos&lt;br /&gt;que sufoquem pra sempre o amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400998281462360928-2530054376458334393?l=naasadapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naasadapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2530054376458334393/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400998281462360928&amp;postID=2530054376458334393' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400998281462360928/posts/default/2530054376458334393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400998281462360928/posts/default/2530054376458334393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naasadapoesia.blogspot.com/2007/09/que-escorram-as-lgrimas-jorge-linhaa.html' title='QUE ESCORRAM AS LÁGRIMAS'/><author><name>Jorge Linhaça</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08336001859437226843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zONzkHfoIxU/TxbzaIOEMmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FiY6lMQ3c8A/s220/foto%2Bavpb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/Rv-QoDQA19I/AAAAAAAAAA8/RQwtM4bi0tI/s72-c/!cid_242FB585-633B-4E48-B5FC-A44457BA8D4E.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400998281462360928.post-5267848988005170376</id><published>2007-09-29T08:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T12:38:32.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/Rv4yYzQA17I/AAAAAAAAAAs/2_Qa1zCiAg0/s1600-h/sob+a+luz+do+lampiÃ£o+tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115581628395083698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/Rv4yYzQA17I/AAAAAAAAAAs/2_Qa1zCiAg0/s320/sob+a+luz+do+lampi%C3%A3o+tag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; SOB A LUZ DO LAMPIÃO&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Linhaça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vagueio pela noite, insone, solitário&lt;br /&gt;sob a luz dos lampiões das avenidas&lt;br /&gt;pensando na angústia de minha vida&lt;br /&gt;fazendo do soneto o meu corolário&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sob a luz do lampião, esmaecida,&lt;br /&gt;estanco e rememoro este meu fadário&lt;br /&gt;as alegrias guardadas no relicário&lt;br /&gt;as emoções a tanto tempo contidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As sombras da rua minh'alma sombreiam&lt;br /&gt;invade-me com força essa melancolia&lt;br /&gt;a dor e a solidão já ora me desnorteiam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A luz do lampião é a minha companhia&lt;br /&gt;as mariposas que ali borboleteiam&lt;br /&gt;esperam comigo o raiar do novo dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400998281462360928-5267848988005170376?l=naasadapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naasadapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5267848988005170376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400998281462360928&amp;postID=5267848988005170376' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400998281462360928/posts/default/5267848988005170376'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400998281462360928.post-449422024336299855</id><published>2007-09-29T07:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T08:06:20.590-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/Rv4whjQA16I/AAAAAAAAAAk/HzH94wfZjaQ/s1600-h/palhaÃ§o+de+mimtag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115579579695683490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlyIUBR6jRM/Rv4whjQA16I/AAAAAAAAAAk/HzH94wfZjaQ/s320/palha%C3%A7o+de+mimtag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PALHAÇO DE MIM&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Linhaça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tira a máscara palhaço,&lt;br /&gt;deixa a lágrima rolar,&lt;br /&gt;Palhaço do peito de aço&lt;br /&gt;caminha no teu cadafalso&lt;br /&gt;nos  lábios o gosto do mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa rolar a tristeza&lt;br /&gt;em gotas salobras na face&lt;br /&gt;baixou o pano, certeza,&lt;br /&gt;esquece a tua grandeza&lt;br /&gt;tira da cara o disfarce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chora palhaço o teu pranto&lt;br /&gt;ninguém há de o perceber&lt;br /&gt;pranteia só, no teu canto,&lt;br /&gt;esconde de todos o espanto&lt;br /&gt;d'o palhaço também sofrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400998281462360928-449422024336299855?l=naasadapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naasadapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/449422024336299855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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