<?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-33178164</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:16:21.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>por_um_momento...</title><subtitle type='html'>«Sonho que sou a poetisa eleita,
Aquela que diz tudo e tudo sabe,
Que tem a inspiração pura e perfeita,
Que reúne num verso a imensidade!

Sonho que sou Alguém cá neste mundo...
Aquela de saber vasto e profundo,
Aos pés de quem a Terra anda curvada!

E quando mais no céu eu vou sonhando,
E quando mais no alto ando voando,
Acordo do meu sonho... E não sou nada!...»
                         Florbela Espanca</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33178164/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Xaninha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933092989147687925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33178164.post-117298015862183122</id><published>2007-03-03T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T19:49:18.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/547/3639/1600/873507/poema.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/547/3639/400/62674/poema.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mendigo te amor&lt;br /&gt;De mão estendida&lt;br /&gt;Amor de calor,&lt;br /&gt;Amor de ferida.&lt;br /&gt;Mendigo te amor,&lt;br /&gt;Amor infinito,&lt;br /&gt;O amor mais bonito…&lt;br /&gt;Pois mesmo um pedinte&lt;br /&gt;Tem um requisito&lt;br /&gt;De algum requinte…&lt;br /&gt;Amor incondicional,&lt;br /&gt;Amor que faz bem,&lt;br /&gt;Amor que faz mal.&lt;br /&gt;Amor de desdém,&lt;br /&gt;Amor de risos,&lt;br /&gt;Risos bem sonoros…&lt;br /&gt;Amor de saliva,&lt;br /&gt;Amor pelos poros.&lt;br /&gt;Amor de marcar,&lt;br /&gt;De fazer doer…&lt;br /&gt;De ouvir respirar&lt;br /&gt;E nunca esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;Amor de beijar,&lt;br /&gt;De fazer sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;Amor de ficar,&lt;br /&gt;Sem nunca partir&lt;br /&gt;Para algum lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Amor de olhar,&lt;br /&gt;Olhar cativante,&lt;br /&gt;Amor de tocar,&lt;br /&gt;Tocar vibrante…&lt;br /&gt;Amor nas veias&lt;br /&gt;Amor imperfeito,&lt;br /&gt;Andando nas teias&lt;br /&gt;Feitas com defeito.&lt;br /&gt;Amor de paixão,&lt;br /&gt;Amor de gritar,&lt;br /&gt;De dar a mão,&lt;br /&gt;E de querer estar.&lt;br /&gt;Mendigo te amor&lt;br /&gt;De mão estendida&lt;br /&gt;Mendigo te amor&lt;br /&gt;Para toda a vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33178164-117298015862183122?l=reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com/feeds/117298015862183122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33178164&amp;postID=117298015862183122' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33178164/posts/default/117298015862183122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33178164/posts/default/117298015862183122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com/2007/03/mendigo-te-amor-de-mo-estendida-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Xaninha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933092989147687925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33178164.post-115660608678388831</id><published>2006-08-26T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T08:28:06.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/1600/eiffel-tower-tilted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/200/eiffel-tower-tilted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem a cidade de Paris&lt;br /&gt;Me faria despertar&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo aquilo que quis&lt;br /&gt;Eu deixei no teu olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Nem reviver o passado&lt;br /&gt;Me fez sentir emoções&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo me foi negado&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Meras desilusões…&lt;br /&gt;Nem artistas modernistas&lt;br /&gt;Me poderiam excitar&lt;br /&gt;Nem uma pequena conquista&lt;br /&gt;Que eu pudesse dominar…&lt;br /&gt;Nem a rede do jardim&lt;br /&gt;Onde me posso deitar,&lt;br /&gt;Nem o sol que batia em mim&lt;br /&gt;E os pássaros a cantar…&lt;br /&gt;Nada me tornava real&lt;br /&gt;Tudo era frio, desigual&lt;br /&gt;Só tu que nem existias&lt;br /&gt;Só tu que já nem me vias&lt;br /&gt;Pudeste chegar um dia&lt;br /&gt;Dar me toda a magia…&lt;br /&gt;E a rede do jardim&lt;br /&gt;Com chuva a bater em mim&lt;br /&gt;Pareceu me enfim paris&lt;br /&gt;E eu escultura modernista…&lt;br /&gt;Ah tudo que sempre quis&lt;br /&gt;A minha nova conquista…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33178164-115660608678388831?l=reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com/feeds/115660608678388831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33178164&amp;postID=115660608678388831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33178164/posts/default/115660608678388831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33178164/posts/default/115660608678388831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com/2006/08/nem-cidade-de-paris-me-faria-despertar.html' title=''/><author><name>Xaninha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933092989147687925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33178164.post-115651579150064549</id><published>2006-08-25T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T07:23:11.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/1600/sonho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/320/sonho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ar fresco entra pela janela&lt;br /&gt;Como é bom este respirar&lt;br /&gt;E sou de novo aquela&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia sonhou sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Olho para ti…és tão real&lt;br /&gt;Não sinto o fim,&lt;br /&gt;Nem um sinal.&lt;br /&gt;Fico a olhar te sem dizer nada&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto olho sonho acordada…&lt;br /&gt;Como eu queria dormir assim&lt;br /&gt;Só para um dia olhares para mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33178164-115651579150064549?l=reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com/feeds/115651579150064549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33178164&amp;postID=115651579150064549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33178164/posts/default/115651579150064549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33178164/posts/default/115651579150064549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com/2006/08/o-ar-fresco-entra-pela-janela-como-bom.html' title=''/><author><name>Xaninha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933092989147687925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33178164.post-115637233873717209</id><published>2006-08-23T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T15:32:18.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/1600/picasso24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/200/picasso24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um dia eu quis ser ave&lt;br /&gt;Outro dia prisioneira…&lt;br /&gt;Quis gaiola ou entrave,&lt;br /&gt;Não para a vida inteira…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quis ser quadro de Picasso&lt;br /&gt;Quis ouvir Chopin tocar&lt;br /&gt;Quis ter o meu próprio espaço&lt;br /&gt;Sem nunca lá querer estar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida de tragedia grega,&lt;br /&gt;Como se pode mudar…&lt;br /&gt;Ou de comedia por entrega&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber onde ficar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quis aprender, esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;Só dançar, quis parar…&lt;br /&gt;Um momento para te ver&lt;br /&gt;E segundos para te olhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia quis ser mar,&lt;br /&gt;E viver o que não vivi…&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não quero mudar&lt;br /&gt;Se ficares sempre aqui!&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/33178164-115637233873717209?l=reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com/feeds/115637233873717209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33178164&amp;postID=115637233873717209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33178164/posts/default/115637233873717209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33178164/posts/default/115637233873717209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com/2006/08/um-dia-eu-quis-ser-ave-outro-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Xaninha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933092989147687925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33178164.post-115634661615367951</id><published>2006-08-23T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T08:23:36.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/1600/0000rd5f.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/400/0000rd5f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No meu mundo diminuto&lt;br /&gt;Sempre tão cheio de nada&lt;br /&gt;Olhei te por um minuto&lt;br /&gt;Com a cara encharcada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda a força que eu era&lt;br /&gt;Caiu por terra, ali…&lt;br /&gt;Olhei te como quem espera&lt;br /&gt;Ser abraçada por ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senti me tão pequenina&lt;br /&gt;No canto…uma menina,&lt;br /&gt;Perdida em pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;De curtos e frágeis momentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estendeste os braços,&lt;br /&gt;Como quem me vem buscar&lt;br /&gt;Só para eu poder chorar&lt;br /&gt;E eu de olhos baços…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esqueci me e não pedi&lt;br /&gt;Para não ires agora&lt;br /&gt;Eu chorarei mais por ti,&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia te fores embora…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33178164-115634661615367951?l=reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com/feeds/115634661615367951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33178164&amp;postID=115634661615367951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33178164/posts/default/115634661615367951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33178164/posts/default/115634661615367951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-meu-mundo-diminuto-sempre-to-cheio.html' title=''/><author><name>Xaninha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933092989147687925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33178164.post-115634395975839186</id><published>2006-08-23T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T07:39:19.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/1600/CAMA.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/320/CAMA.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O teu cheiro já não está nos meus lençóis,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem as manchas das lágrimas que deitei,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não há mais registo de nos dois,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem da magoa por tudo que passei.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não há cigarros por ti apagados,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem chávenas meias de café,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem sequer os teus livros atulhados,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A um canto do meu rodapé.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já não recordo mais o teu olhar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem as vezes que me fizeste rir,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem o tempo que me fizeste esperar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para de novo te ver partir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já não me lembro de te olhar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por instantes enquanto dormias,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De te tentar acordar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dos beijos enquanto saías…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O tempo que perdi não me preocupa mais,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As noites em branco acabaram, por fim…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As recordações são pontos finais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só tu permaneces dentro de mim…&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/33178164-115634395975839186?l=reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com/feeds/115634395975839186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33178164&amp;postID=115634395975839186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33178164/posts/default/115634395975839186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33178164/posts/default/115634395975839186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com/2006/08/o-teu-cheiro-j-no-est-nos-meus-lenis_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Xaninha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933092989147687925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33178164.post-115634308333658115</id><published>2006-08-23T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T07:24:43.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/1600/quadro%20de%20salvador%20dali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/400/quadro%20de%20salvador%20dali.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pintamos um quadro&lt;br /&gt;Sem cores escuras&lt;br /&gt;Com todo o tipo de pinturas&lt;br /&gt;Feitas de alegres cores:&lt;br /&gt;O amarelo, o salmão,&lt;br /&gt;A cor do teu coração,&lt;br /&gt;A cor do meu jardim,&lt;br /&gt;Um arco-íris sem fim…&lt;br /&gt;Desenhamos só sorrisos,&lt;br /&gt;Imagens de paraísos,&lt;br /&gt;Paisagens de sonhos bons,&lt;br /&gt;A harmonia dos sons…&lt;br /&gt;Desenhamos campos em flor,&lt;br /&gt;Do sol…desenhamos o pôr&lt;br /&gt;E o nascer do luar&lt;br /&gt;(A vontade de voltar…)&lt;br /&gt;Desenhamos a alegria,&lt;br /&gt;Viagem de um dia-a-dia&lt;br /&gt;Onde não havia o tempo.&lt;br /&gt;História de um momento,&lt;br /&gt;Que me fez ganhar o medo…&lt;br /&gt;E eu temia em segredo&lt;br /&gt;Em lugar incerto riscar,&lt;br /&gt;Foi esse grande pavor&lt;br /&gt;Que me fez sentir a dor&lt;br /&gt;De não voltar a pintar.&lt;br /&gt;Como me sentiria&lt;br /&gt;Se por pintar mal um dia&lt;br /&gt;Estragasse a perfeição?&lt;br /&gt;Fiz rascunhos a carvão…&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o quadro inacabado&lt;br /&gt;Está em exposição&lt;br /&gt;No museu do passado&lt;br /&gt;E na dor do coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33178164-115634308333658115?l=reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com/feeds/115634308333658115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33178164&amp;postID=115634308333658115' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33178164/posts/default/115634308333658115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33178164/posts/default/115634308333658115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com/2006/08/pintamos-um-quadro-sem-cores-escuras.html' title=''/><author><name>Xaninha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933092989147687925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33178164.post-115634286111913301</id><published>2006-08-23T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T07:21:01.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/1600/CAKPQRC1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/400/CAKPQRC1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh que espera demorada…&lt;br /&gt;Que fez de mim este nada,&lt;br /&gt;Ao ver que foi tudo em vão!&lt;br /&gt;Oh suspeita melodia…&lt;br /&gt;Que quebrou toda a magia,&lt;br /&gt;Quando foi mera canção.&lt;br /&gt;Noites diurnas passaram,&lt;br /&gt;E nem sequer te levaram&lt;br /&gt;Para não te poder ver…&lt;br /&gt;Finges lembrares te de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Tendo como único fim&lt;br /&gt;Não te poder esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;Crueldade que me atinge,&lt;br /&gt;Falas da tua esfinge&lt;br /&gt;Sem te lembrares de mim!&lt;br /&gt;E eu oiço com tal prudência,&lt;br /&gt;Que caio na eminência&lt;br /&gt;De quem aceitou por fim.&lt;br /&gt;Por dentro eu grito bem alto&lt;br /&gt;Esta dor, este asfalto&lt;br /&gt;Está a corroer-me aos poucos&lt;br /&gt;E estes gritos em surdina …&lt;br /&gt;Fazem-me minha assassina&lt;br /&gt;Neste conjunto de loucos.&lt;br /&gt;E que te importa o que sinto?&lt;br /&gt;Neste jogo, labirinto…&lt;br /&gt;Onde não há mais saída&lt;br /&gt;Eu bem sei qual o caminho&lt;br /&gt;Ando por aqui perdida&lt;br /&gt;Só para não ficares sozinho…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33178164-115634286111913301?l=reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com/feeds/115634286111913301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33178164&amp;postID=115634286111913301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33178164/posts/default/115634286111913301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33178164/posts/default/115634286111913301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-que-espera-demorada-que-fez-de-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>Xaninha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933092989147687925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33178164.post-115634265952606851</id><published>2006-08-23T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T07:17:39.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/1600/Marta-Glinska.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/200/Marta-Glinska.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/1600/Marta-Glinska.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/200/Marta-Glinska.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Caminho por entre a multidão,&lt;br /&gt;De mão dada com a solidão.&lt;br /&gt;Que me segreda ao ouvido,&lt;br /&gt;«Está ali alguém parecido!»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho e tu não estás …&lt;br /&gt;E ela volta-me a dizer&lt;br /&gt;«É ele, está lá atrás!»&lt;br /&gt;E eu volto a não te ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solidão, não me digas nada&lt;br /&gt;Também eu já estou cansada…&lt;br /&gt;De o ver permanentemente&lt;br /&gt;E ele não está mais presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dias seguidos o vi,&lt;br /&gt;O perfume dele senti,&lt;br /&gt;E ouvia-o respirar&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem ele estar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chora quando o vires,&lt;br /&gt;Chora mais se o sentires…&lt;br /&gt;As ilusões não são só tuas,&lt;br /&gt;Mas nós só estamos as duas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33178164-115634265952606851?l=reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com/feeds/115634265952606851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33178164&amp;postID=115634265952606851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33178164/posts/default/115634265952606851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33178164/posts/default/115634265952606851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com/2006/08/caminho-por-entre-multido-de-mo-dada.html' title=''/><author><name>Xaninha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933092989147687925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33178164.post-115634192399101869</id><published>2006-08-23T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T07:05:23.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/1600/55-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/200/55-r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ria sozinha na rua…&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto olhavam para mim,&lt;br /&gt;Só porque me desenhaste nua&lt;br /&gt;No meio de um jardim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ria da tua loucura&lt;br /&gt;E da minha por deixar…&lt;br /&gt;Não imaginava a tortura&lt;br /&gt;Que seria vir-te a amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rimos juntos eu bem sei,&lt;br /&gt;Mas tu recebeste e eu dei.&lt;br /&gt;Rimos por coisas banais…&lt;br /&gt;Sim, dei de mais…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riste com a minha alegria,&lt;br /&gt;Alegria que sugaste&lt;br /&gt;E eu ria na fantasia&lt;br /&gt;E só fantasia deixaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje choro sozinha na rua,&lt;br /&gt;Tento das lembranças fugir…&lt;br /&gt;Não imaginam a amarguraDe só ele continuar a rir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33178164-115634192399101869?l=reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com/feeds/115634192399101869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33178164&amp;postID=115634192399101869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33178164/posts/default/115634192399101869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33178164/posts/default/115634192399101869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com/2006/08/ria-sozinha-na-rua-enquanto-olhavam.html' title=''/><author><name>Xaninha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933092989147687925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33178164.post-115634167762050367</id><published>2006-08-23T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T07:01:17.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/1600/silencio.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/200/silencio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Julgas que sabes quem sou,&lt;br /&gt;Que digo sempre o que penso…&lt;br /&gt;Não sabes como custou&lt;br /&gt;Criar um mundo tão denso.&lt;br /&gt;Julgas que te enganei&lt;br /&gt;Mas enganei-me a mim&lt;br /&gt;E tudo o que te neguei&lt;br /&gt;Era a verdade de um fim.&lt;br /&gt;Julgas que te ver feliz,&lt;br /&gt;Neste ar de imperatriz&lt;br /&gt;Não me desfaz cá dentro…&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre o que se come&lt;br /&gt;É verdadeiro sustento.&lt;br /&gt;Julgas que este sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Não é de alguém que morre,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo no paraíso …&lt;br /&gt;Eu acredito que chove!&lt;br /&gt;E quando me afirmares,&lt;br /&gt;Sem no entanto me olhares&lt;br /&gt;Que viver do passado&lt;br /&gt;É pouco a pouco morrer&lt;br /&gt;Numa lapide a dourado,&lt;br /&gt;Eu te irei escrever:&lt;br /&gt;«Eu vivo do teu passado…&lt;br /&gt;Não poderá mais morrer,&lt;br /&gt;Quem por ti foi sepultado!»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33178164-115634167762050367?l=reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com/feeds/115634167762050367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33178164&amp;postID=115634167762050367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33178164/posts/default/115634167762050367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33178164/posts/default/115634167762050367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com/2006/08/julgas-que-sabes-quem-sou-_115634167762050367.html' title=''/><author><name>Xaninha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933092989147687925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33178164.post-115633267433026430</id><published>2006-08-23T04:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T04:31:14.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/1600/CA0ZGNAZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/400/CA0ZGNAZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Este silêncio que invade,&lt;br /&gt;A esperança que passou…&lt;br /&gt;Faz da tristeza vontade&lt;br /&gt;De voltar ao que não sou.&lt;br /&gt;Ou talvez eu fosse assim,&lt;br /&gt;Se ele me quisesse aceitar&lt;br /&gt;Onde ele já não quer estar,&lt;br /&gt;Para entrar dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;E dentro de mim ficar.&lt;br /&gt;Um minuto é pouco tempo&lt;br /&gt;E uma hora, demais seria&lt;br /&gt;Peço-te só um momento…&lt;br /&gt;Um momento de alegria!&lt;br /&gt;Volta a estar comigo,&lt;br /&gt;Mente-me outra vez,&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me sentir o perigo,&lt;br /&gt;E estar de novo a teus pés…&lt;br /&gt;Depois podes fingir…&lt;br /&gt;Como tu sabes fazer,&lt;br /&gt;Finges que acreditas&lt;br /&gt;Que eu já não te quero ver.&lt;br /&gt;E como quem quer estar presente,&lt;br /&gt;Com um sorriso dos teus,&lt;br /&gt;Olhas para trás docemente&lt;br /&gt;E de novo dizes adeus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/33178164-115633267433026430?l=reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com/feeds/115633267433026430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33178164&amp;postID=115633267433026430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33178164/posts/default/115633267433026430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33178164/posts/default/115633267433026430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com/2006/08/este-silncio-que-invade-esperana-que_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Xaninha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933092989147687925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33178164.post-115629948108461124</id><published>2006-08-22T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T19:18:01.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/1600/mulher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/200/mulher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho pena de ti menina&lt;br /&gt;Por teres como eu a sina&lt;br /&gt;Dessa crónica doença&lt;br /&gt;Que vai ficando extensa…&lt;br /&gt;Podendo ás vezes matar,&lt;br /&gt;Tenho pena desse olhar&lt;br /&gt;Fixo no infinito&lt;br /&gt;E com um sorriso bonito&lt;br /&gt;Por dentro estas a chorar,&lt;br /&gt;Como eu te conheço bem&lt;br /&gt;Como me podes descrever&lt;br /&gt;É tão estranho saber&lt;br /&gt;Que morre mais alguém&lt;br /&gt;Daquele mal eterno,&lt;br /&gt;Que vive no mesmo inferno…&lt;br /&gt;E se é por ele que assim vives&lt;br /&gt;Não sofras mais,&lt;br /&gt;Não te castigues&lt;br /&gt;Pois as paginas finais&lt;br /&gt;Serão como aquelas que tenho&lt;br /&gt;«espera …mas eu não venho!»&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33178164-115629948108461124?l=reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com/feeds/115629948108461124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33178164&amp;postID=115629948108461124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33178164/posts/default/115629948108461124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33178164/posts/default/115629948108461124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com/2006/08/tenho-pena-de-ti-menina-por-teres-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Xaninha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933092989147687925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33178164.post-115629905903760662</id><published>2006-08-22T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T19:10:59.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/1600/cupido%20e%20psyche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/200/cupido%20e%20psyche.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Por vezes…&lt;br /&gt;No teu embalo adormeci,&lt;br /&gt;Tentei-me esconder quando te vi,&lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde…&lt;br /&gt;Tentei-te banir da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;E depois da ultima cartada&lt;br /&gt;Percebi que a jogada&lt;br /&gt;Estava perdida.&lt;br /&gt;Tentei-te afastar,&lt;br /&gt;Tentei não sentir,&lt;br /&gt;Tentei-te embalsamar&lt;br /&gt;Só para te admirar.&lt;br /&gt;Tentei que fosses meu,&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes vacilei…&lt;br /&gt;Tentei não te perder&lt;br /&gt;Mas foi só isso…&lt;br /&gt;Só tentei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33178164-115629905903760662?l=reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com/feeds/115629905903760662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33178164&amp;postID=115629905903760662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33178164/posts/default/115629905903760662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33178164/posts/default/115629905903760662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com/2006/08/por-vezes-no-teu-embalo-adormeci.html' title=''/><author><name>Xaninha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933092989147687925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33178164.post-115629285229998584</id><published>2006-08-22T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T17:27:32.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/1600/CAPHV2GF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/320/CAPHV2GF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque és tão rectilíneo?&lt;br /&gt;Pões-me num santuário…&lt;br /&gt;E eu causo te fascínio…&lt;br /&gt;Quando tu és um calvário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque te predispões para mim?&lt;br /&gt;Porque és tão disponível?&lt;br /&gt;Não vês que não gosto assim?&lt;br /&gt;Que prefiro o impossível?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque estas quando eu preciso?&lt;br /&gt;Porque chegas sem aviso?&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes sinto-me a brilhar&lt;br /&gt;E que em mim te vais queimar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me ficar na solidão,&lt;br /&gt;Deixa dizer-te que não,&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu continuo a chamar&lt;br /&gt;Por quem nunca mais vai estar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33178164-115629285229998584?l=reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com/feeds/115629285229998584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33178164&amp;postID=115629285229998584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33178164/posts/default/115629285229998584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33178164/posts/default/115629285229998584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com/2006/08/porque-s-to-rectilneo-pes-me-num.html' title=''/><author><name>Xaninha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933092989147687925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33178164.post-115629217823523683</id><published>2006-08-22T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T17:18:56.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/1600/bon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/320/bon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desculpa pelo dia&lt;br /&gt;Em que te irei magoar&lt;br /&gt;Esta história é repetida&lt;br /&gt;E eu já sei que rumo vai tomar.&lt;br /&gt;Desculpa pelo dia&lt;br /&gt;Em que te irei esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;Não me dês por perdida&lt;br /&gt;Porque nunca me chegaste a ter.&lt;br /&gt;Desculpa pelo dia&lt;br /&gt;Em que ele irá voltar,&lt;br /&gt;No fundo nunca partiu&lt;br /&gt;E tu nunca ocupaste este lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Desculpa pelo dia&lt;br /&gt;Em que achares…&lt;br /&gt;Que brinquei contigo&lt;br /&gt;E sofreres, e chorares, e pensares&lt;br /&gt;Em tudo que passaste comigo.&lt;br /&gt;E se nesse dia me perguntares&lt;br /&gt;Se sou brinquedo de alguém,&lt;br /&gt;Dir-te-ei que sim,&lt;br /&gt;Dele e de mais ninguém.&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/33178164-115629217823523683?l=reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com/feeds/115629217823523683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33178164&amp;postID=115629217823523683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33178164/posts/default/115629217823523683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33178164/posts/default/115629217823523683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com/2006/08/desculpa-pelo-dia-em-que-te-irei.html' title=''/><author><name>Xaninha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933092989147687925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33178164.post-115628954879464825</id><published>2006-08-22T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T16:32:28.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/1600/fossil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/200/fossil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se extrair o meu invólucro,&lt;br /&gt;Ainda me consigo anular,&lt;br /&gt;Recordar e quem sabe chorar.&lt;br /&gt;Tu foste a literatura intraduzível,&lt;br /&gt;Que não consegui compreender.&lt;br /&gt;O número indivisível,&lt;br /&gt;Onde não me consegui adicionar&lt;br /&gt;O homem ou o miúdo&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não queria amar.&lt;br /&gt;A minha doença intratável,&lt;br /&gt;A minha loucura irrefragável,&lt;br /&gt;A minha aniquilação,&lt;br /&gt;O meu ar,&lt;br /&gt;O meu pulmão.&lt;br /&gt;Foste o meu éden,&lt;br /&gt;O meu paraíso terreal,&lt;br /&gt;Foste o meu tudo e meu nada&lt;br /&gt;Foste o meu erro fatal.&lt;br /&gt;E tudo que restou&lt;br /&gt;São memórias em contra-mão…&lt;br /&gt;Um fóssil,&lt;br /&gt;Um único fóssil…&lt;br /&gt;Marcado no coração.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33178164-115628954879464825?l=reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com/feeds/115628954879464825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33178164&amp;postID=115628954879464825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33178164/posts/default/115628954879464825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33178164/posts/default/115628954879464825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com/2006/08/se-extrair-o-meu-invlucro-ainda-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Xaninha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933092989147687925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33178164.post-115628122116630957</id><published>2006-08-22T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T14:13:41.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/1600/alegria.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/320/alegria.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, ainda sinto a tua falta!&lt;br /&gt;E lembro com saudade,&lt;br /&gt;A noite em que tive alta&lt;br /&gt;Da minha estabilidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora que vejo com lucidez …&lt;br /&gt;Vi-te rir entre as minhas gargalhadas,&lt;br /&gt;Entre a minha embriaguez,&lt;br /&gt;De garrafas espalhadas&lt;br /&gt;E copos aos nossos pés.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, foi nesse riso que vi&lt;br /&gt;Deixares o teu mundo&lt;br /&gt;Distante, monótono e enfadonho&lt;br /&gt;Para entrares no meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;Que eu achava ser de sonho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim tive coragem&lt;br /&gt;Da bebida te entornar.&lt;br /&gt;Só para quebrar a margem&lt;br /&gt;Só para te provocar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E apesar de só rires&lt;br /&gt;Vi nos teus olhos a euforia&lt;br /&gt;De eu quebrar sem pedires,&lt;br /&gt;A rotina do teu dia-a-dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, volto a dizer-te que sim&lt;br /&gt;Rodei por entre a multidão,&lt;br /&gt;Para ires atrás de mim&lt;br /&gt;E responder-te que não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, voltaria a não cantar&lt;br /&gt;Só para me tentares convencer,&lt;br /&gt;Só para teres de me apanhar&lt;br /&gt;E a minha boca humedecer,&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto me estavas a olhar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33178164-115628122116630957?l=reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com/feeds/115628122116630957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33178164&amp;postID=115628122116630957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33178164/posts/default/115628122116630957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33178164/posts/default/115628122116630957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com/2006/08/sim-ainda-sinto-tua-falta-e-lembro-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Xaninha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933092989147687925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33178164.post-115627949109925884</id><published>2006-08-22T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T13:44:51.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/1600/lago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/320/lago.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem longe daqui existe&lt;br /&gt;Para lá das estrelas, do mar&lt;br /&gt;Um lago sozinho onde persiste&lt;br /&gt;Apenas a palavra amar.&lt;br /&gt;Onde estás lago risonho?&lt;br /&gt;Onde estás fantasia?&lt;br /&gt;Onde estás sonho?&lt;br /&gt;Vem-me buscar…&lt;br /&gt;E faz-me acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia posso voltar…&lt;br /&gt;A sonhar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33178164-115627949109925884?l=reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com/feeds/115627949109925884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33178164&amp;postID=115627949109925884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33178164/posts/default/115627949109925884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33178164/posts/default/115627949109925884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com/2006/08/bem-longe-daqui-existe-para-l-das.html' title=''/><author><name>Xaninha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933092989147687925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33178164.post-115627854155064833</id><published>2006-08-22T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T13:29:01.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/1600/hhugu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/320/hhugu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou a alegria da casa,&lt;br /&gt;A chama que surgiu da brasa,&lt;br /&gt;A iluminação…&lt;br /&gt;Sou o vulcão.&lt;br /&gt;A que está presente&lt;br /&gt;Nas horas más,&lt;br /&gt;Sendo por vezes capaz&lt;br /&gt;De estar triste e sorridente.&lt;br /&gt;Sou a que ouve e escuta,&lt;br /&gt;A que trava sempre a luta&lt;br /&gt;Para fingir estar tudo bem…&lt;br /&gt;Sou a que grita por dentro&lt;br /&gt;Tendo a frase em pensamento:&lt;br /&gt;«Eu também sou alguém!»&lt;br /&gt;Sou a menina mimada,&lt;br /&gt;Que tem tudo e não tem nada,&lt;br /&gt;A que se refugia&lt;br /&gt;Num quarto bem colorido&lt;br /&gt;Para lembrar a alegria&lt;br /&gt;Que poderia ter sido…&lt;br /&gt;Sou a menina mulher&lt;br /&gt;Que não sabe o que quer&lt;br /&gt;E chora a triste sina&lt;br /&gt;De não ser mais menina…&lt;br /&gt;Sou uma ilusão,&lt;br /&gt;A mentira que pede perdão&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber para onde vai…&lt;br /&gt;Sou a que ama mas trai.&lt;br /&gt;Sou a designação de pecado&lt;br /&gt;Que faz do outro culpado&lt;br /&gt;Para se perdoar…&lt;br /&gt;Sou a que fizeste sofrer&lt;br /&gt;E por fim esquecer&lt;br /&gt;O que é o verbo amar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33178164-115627854155064833?l=reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33178164.post-115627777570983652</id><published>2006-08-22T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T13:16:15.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/1600/khyf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/547/3639/320/khyf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a que sofreu&lt;br /&gt;E tu não viste,&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a que pediu&lt;br /&gt;Para ficares e tu partiste…&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a que chorou&lt;br /&gt;Sem tu saberes,&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a que te procurou,&lt;br /&gt;Sem perceberes.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a que fingia…&lt;br /&gt;Não ver a realidade,&lt;br /&gt;Aquela que aprendeu&lt;br /&gt;O que era a palavra saudade.&lt;br /&gt;A que chora sozinha&lt;br /&gt;E calada…&lt;br /&gt;Para quem tu és tudo&lt;br /&gt;E para quem não sou nada.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a lutadora,&lt;br /&gt;Que luta para te esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a vingadora,&lt;br /&gt;Que faz outros sofrer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33178164-115627777570983652?l=reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflexodatuasombra.blogspot.com/feeds/115627777570983652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33178164&amp;postID=115627777570983652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33178164/posts/default/115627777570983652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33178164/posts/default/115627777570983652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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