<?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-14165698</id><updated>2012-01-03T01:02:02.258Z</updated><category term='Inteiros de corpo e alma'/><category term='We had a promise made'/><category term='imcomparáveis'/><category term='The fixer'/><category term='A saudade'/><category term='Pearl Jam'/><category term='Borboleta de Asas de Pecado'/><category term='Onde queres a lua eu sou o sol'/><category term='Sorriso bordado em estrelas'/><category term='Asa que se enlaçou mas não voou'/><category term='Asas Corroidas'/><category term='Sonhos que acabam'/><category term='A minha casa... A minha noite'/><category term='Não sei como te dizer...'/><category term='O sorriso inaudivel das citações'/><category term='A Saudade Aconteceu'/><category term='estrelas que brilham'/><category term='sorrimos ou choramos'/><category term='Lágrima'/><category term='Saudades'/><category term='enlaçe de veludo'/><category term='Landslide'/><category term='Ahora quiero amar lejano'/><category term='tectos sem lua'/><category term='Gandhi'/><category term='O passado...'/><category term='Evaporação de Humores'/><category term='Silêncio do meu coração'/><category term='keep fighting...'/><category term='Perdi e perdi-te'/><category term='Frágil'/><category term='the right shades'/><category term='Não sei se te encontrei... se te perdi...'/><category term='love'/><category term='Loucuras'/><title type='text'>O Outro Lado da Lua</title><subtitle type='html'>É preciso ter o caos aqui dentro para se gerar uma estrela...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-8100226103599377542</id><published>2011-09-12T04:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T04:02:45.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gostava de reescrever-te</title><content type='html'>Gostava de morar na rua dos teus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Voltar a pernoitar no hotel das tuas memórias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de dançar na música das palavras que nunca disseste&lt;br /&gt;Borrar as lágrimas do&amp;nbsp;que nunca devias ter dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de Reescrever-te e Reinventar-te&lt;br /&gt;Passear pela marginal daquilo que poderia ter sido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de viver um pouco em ti&lt;br /&gt;e poder demorar-me um bocadinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de roubar-te de um sonho ou de uma memória&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CBJrGjBuB8s/Tm11Dle5ILI/AAAAAAAAANs/m4_gtsjnJew/s1600/27068_1380085934482_1001927912_1084273_7326127_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CBJrGjBuB8s/Tm11Dle5ILI/AAAAAAAAANs/m4_gtsjnJew/s320/27068_1380085934482_1001927912_1084273_7326127_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e voltar a abraçar-te um dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-8100226103599377542?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/8100226103599377542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/8100226103599377542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2011/09/gostava-de-reescrever-te.html' title='Gostava de reescrever-te'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CBJrGjBuB8s/Tm11Dle5ILI/AAAAAAAAANs/m4_gtsjnJew/s72-c/27068_1380085934482_1001927912_1084273_7326127_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-5772637149464327092</id><published>2011-09-12T03:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T03:42:31.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades de mim... Saudades de escrever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tinha saudades de escrever... durante algum tempo deixei adormecer este bichinho, esta veia e esta parte parte de mim que tanto aprecio. A minha ligação comigo própria e com o mundo que me rodeia está entrelaçada com palavras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9a9qlQ8Dy7Y/SfvKCufdmzI/AAAAAAAAAC4/pp5CyTig8B0/s1600/banco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9a9qlQ8Dy7Y/SfvKCufdmzI/AAAAAAAAAC4/pp5CyTig8B0/s320/banco.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Muitas vezes precisamos de nos perder... por aqui...por ali...para percebermos onde verdadeiramente queremos estar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-5772637149464327092?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/5772637149464327092/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=5772637149464327092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/5772637149464327092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/5772637149464327092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2011/09/saudades-de-mim-saudades-de-escrever.html' title='Saudades de mim... Saudades de escrever'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9a9qlQ8Dy7Y/SfvKCufdmzI/AAAAAAAAAC4/pp5CyTig8B0/s72-c/banco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-8585681895382090066</id><published>2010-10-16T02:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T02:55:38.427+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu tambem sei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/TLkF6bO6eCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/IcJq9YptgFM/s1600/tristeza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528456518874855458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/TLkF6bO6eCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/IcJq9YptgFM/s320/tristeza.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei Bem que &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nunca Serei Ninguém &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, sei bemSei de sobra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que nunca serei alguém. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que nunca terei uma obra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei, enfim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que nunca saberei de mim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sim, mas agora, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enquanto dura esta hora, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este luar, estes ramos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esta paz em que estamos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixem-me crer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que nunca poderei ser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ricardo Reis, in "Odes" Heterónimo de Fernando Pessoa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-8585681895382090066?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/8585681895382090066/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=8585681895382090066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/8585681895382090066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/8585681895382090066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2010/10/eu-tambem-sei.html' title='Eu tambem sei'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/TLkF6bO6eCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/IcJq9YptgFM/s72-c/tristeza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-2728104565675444906</id><published>2010-10-16T02:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T02:37:55.488+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loucuras'/><title type='text'>Uma realidade suportavel?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/TLkBgnGO_CI/AAAAAAAAAI4/e1r5RqS4rG8/s1600/flor-roxa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 287px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528451677336566818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/TLkBgnGO_CI/AAAAAAAAAI4/e1r5RqS4rG8/s320/flor-roxa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Para tornar a realidade suportável, todos temos de cultivar em nós certas pequenas loucuras".... Marcel Proust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-2728104565675444906?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/2728104565675444906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=2728104565675444906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/2728104565675444906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/2728104565675444906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2010/10/uma-realidade-suportavel.html' title='Uma realidade suportavel?'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/TLkBgnGO_CI/AAAAAAAAAI4/e1r5RqS4rG8/s72-c/flor-roxa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-380488687307418633</id><published>2010-10-06T03:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T03:41:13.988+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love never fails...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k9aXTA6mrKU/Tm1xGq_PSlI/AAAAAAAAANo/y_kwVv19Io0/s1600/Blue-One-of-my-favorite-quotes-.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k9aXTA6mrKU/Tm1xGq_PSlI/AAAAAAAAANo/y_kwVv19Io0/s1600/Blue-One-of-my-favorite-quotes-.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-380488687307418633?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/380488687307418633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/380488687307418633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2010/10/love-never-fails.html' title='Love never fails...'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k9aXTA6mrKU/Tm1xGq_PSlI/AAAAAAAAANo/y_kwVv19Io0/s72-c/Blue-One-of-my-favorite-quotes-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-6116613787905667666</id><published>2009-09-03T08:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T03:52:35.649+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Landslide'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took my love and took it down&lt;br /&gt;I climbed a mountain, I turned around&lt;br /&gt;And I saw my reflection in a snow covered hill&lt;br /&gt;'til a landslide brought it down&lt;br /&gt;Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?&lt;br /&gt;Can the child within my heart rise above?&lt;br /&gt;Can I sail through the changing ocean tides?&lt;br /&gt;Can I handle the seasons of my life?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been afraid of changing cause I've&lt;br /&gt;Built my life around you&lt;br /&gt;Time makes you bolder&lt;br /&gt;Even children get older&lt;br /&gt;And I'm getting older, too&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting older, too&lt;br /&gt;I took my love and took it down&lt;br /&gt;I climbed a mountain, I turned around&lt;br /&gt;And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hill&lt;br /&gt;The landslide brought it down&lt;br /&gt;The landslide brought it down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-6116613787905667666?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/6116613787905667666/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=6116613787905667666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/6116613787905667666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/6116613787905667666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-took-my-love-and-took-it-down-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-797039451479689824</id><published>2009-08-30T00:55:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T01:00:59.346+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A minha casa... A minha noite'/><title type='text'>Casa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/SpnAphrtvuI/AAAAAAAAAHg/2LAmTL9ADCs/s1600-h/noite3-722229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375539449892290274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/SpnAphrtvuI/AAAAAAAAAHg/2LAmTL9ADCs/s320/noite3-722229.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/SpnAU_x0zGI/AAAAAAAAAHY/LmpITkpUSkg/s1600-h/RqTy__FpTwrFPBoIjyXMgB9rLuN3tW7id_blA7wKSW0nfJst7CtWwGAAMdgzX5UQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentei fugir da mancha mais escura&lt;br /&gt;que existe no teu corpo, e desisti.&lt;br /&gt;Era pior que a morte o que antevi:&lt;br /&gt;era a dor de ficar sem sepultura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebi entre os teus flancos a loucura&lt;br /&gt;de não poder viver longe de ti:&lt;br /&gt;és a sombra da casa onde nasci,&lt;br /&gt;és a noite que à noite me procura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só por dentro de ti há corredores&lt;br /&gt;e em quartos interiores o cheiro a fruta&lt;br /&gt;que veste de frescura a escuridão. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só por dentro de ti rebentam flores.&lt;br /&gt;Só por dentro de ti a noite escuta&lt;br /&gt;o que sem voz me sai do coração. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Mourão Ferreira&lt;br /&gt;Infinito Pessoal&lt;br /&gt;(1959-1962)&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/14165698-797039451479689824?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/797039451479689824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=797039451479689824&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/797039451479689824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/797039451479689824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2009/08/casa.html' title='Casa'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/SpnAphrtvuI/AAAAAAAAAHg/2LAmTL9ADCs/s72-c/noite3-722229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-132909605676969886</id><published>2009-08-26T02:08:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T02:31:41.339+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O passado...'/><title type='text'>O futuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/SpSObtWfc4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/m6FTbRE2kgY/s1600-h/futuro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374076862041387906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/SpSObtWfc4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/m6FTbRE2kgY/s320/futuro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O passado já não me pertence... é uma estrada escrita inalterável... mas o futuro... o futuro são uma infinidade de estradas a arquitectar... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-132909605676969886?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/132909605676969886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=132909605676969886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/132909605676969886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/132909605676969886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-futuro.html' title='O futuro'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/SpSObtWfc4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/m6FTbRE2kgY/s72-c/futuro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-2931420564589475282</id><published>2009-08-24T03:15:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T03:59:44.553+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Não sei como te dizer...'/><title type='text'>Não sei que te dizer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.conwasa.demon.co.uk/message-in-a-bottle-found-10-mar-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 640px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 427px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.conwasa.demon.co.uk/message-in-a-bottle-found-10-mar-05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por vezes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei o que te dizer ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando os meus olhos encontram os teus... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estremeço e... voam as palavras da minha voz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo em mim brota e começa a florir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma vertigem, um relâmpago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mil sentimentos, um só turbilhão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lamparinas, arco-iris, estrelas cadentes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma garrafa, uma mensagem, um eu com norte mas à deriva...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um dialecto de silencios, sorrisos cumplices, vertigens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tento dizer-te...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por vezes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei que te dizer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei como te dizer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qualquer arquitectura de palavras edificada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fica infinitamente aquem de ti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei que te dizer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei como te dizer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;És parte de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;Não se consegue saborear e viver verdadeiramente a felicidade, sem conhecer o amargo sabor da tristeza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a felicidade é algo incrivel, algo de um doce indiscritível...   feita de pequenas luzinhas, pequenos sorrisos e pequenos grandes momentos... Agora sei, não há sabor como o sabor a felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/14165698-2931420564589475282?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/2931420564589475282/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=2931420564589475282&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/2931420564589475282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/2931420564589475282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2009/08/nao-sei-que-te-dizer.html' title='Não sei que te dizer'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-2210697383534535508</id><published>2009-08-20T01:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T02:16:38.525+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The fixer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pearl Jam'/><title type='text'>The Fixer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/SpHp23ma47I/AAAAAAAAAFg/BuHqEDvfKlQ/s1600-h/londonposter.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373332959277015986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/SpHp23ma47I/AAAAAAAAAFg/BuHqEDvfKlQ/s320/londonposter.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, hey, hey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When somethings dark, let me shed a little light on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When somethings cold, let me put a little fire on it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If somethings old, I wanna put a bit of shine on it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When somethings gone, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna fight to get it back again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, fight to get it back again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When somethings broke, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna put a bit of fixin on it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When somethings bored, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna put a little exciting on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If somethings low, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna put a little high on it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When somethings lost, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna fight to get it back again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, fight to get it back again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When signals cross,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna put a little straight on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If theres no love, I wanna try to love again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’ll say your prayers, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’ll take your side &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll find us a way to make light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll dig your grave, we'll dance and sing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's saved could be one last lifetime &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey, hey, hey yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;fight to get it back again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah fight to get it back again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah, yeah, yeah fight to get it back again, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brilhante nova música dos Pearl Jam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um concerto espetacular... No O2 arena at london :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was there... so fucking great :)&lt;/div&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/14165698-2210697383534535508?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/2210697383534535508/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=2210697383534535508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/2210697383534535508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/2210697383534535508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2009/08/fixer.html' title='The Fixer'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/SpHp23ma47I/AAAAAAAAAFg/BuHqEDvfKlQ/s72-c/londonposter.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-7758728475271369606</id><published>2009-08-02T03:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T03:15:11.166+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O sorriso inaudivel das citações'/><title type='text'>Uma citação para hoje</title><content type='html'>"Sou como me ves... Posso ser leve como uma brisa ou forte como uma ventania, depende de quando e como me ves a passar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarice Linspector&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-7758728475271369606?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/7758728475271369606/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=7758728475271369606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/7758728475271369606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/7758728475271369606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2009/08/uma-citacao-para-hoje.html' title='Uma citação para hoje'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-787943842109954324</id><published>2009-07-23T04:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T04:34:07.522+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A saudade'/><title type='text'>As minhas Horas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9a-o2YJ-Fks/ScBGLhUi9zI/AAAAAAAACKs/5MrALRvpwww/s400/maos_dadas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 397px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9a-o2YJ-Fks/ScBGLhUi9zI/AAAAAAAACKs/5MrALRvpwww/s400/maos_dadas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As minhas horas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu pescoço&lt;br /&gt;A procura do teu braço para adormecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os meus ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;E a ilusão do teu respirar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;E neles marcados cada traço dos teus…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha mão&lt;br /&gt;Que na almofada procura a tua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os meus lábios&lt;br /&gt;E a tua face, o teu sal e os teus lábios…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As minhas lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Que só se querem precipitar no teu ombro&lt;br /&gt;E só no teu ombro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os meus braços…&lt;br /&gt;A procurar e a desejar o teu abraço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu olfacto&lt;br /&gt;Que entoa cada traço da tua essência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a minha pele, a minha memória, a minha lassidão…&lt;br /&gt;E a saudade, a saudade, a saudade…&lt;br /&gt;A saudade entrelaçasse com as minhas horas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( A tua saudade)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-787943842109954324?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/787943842109954324/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=787943842109954324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/787943842109954324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/787943842109954324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-minhas-horas.html' title='As minhas Horas'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9a-o2YJ-Fks/ScBGLhUi9zI/AAAAAAAACKs/5MrALRvpwww/s72-c/maos_dadas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-8742307970798342031</id><published>2009-07-23T03:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T03:58:25.269+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keep fighting...'/><title type='text'>A wish- Dr1ve feat Lucia Moniz</title><content type='html'>Please don't be scared&lt;br /&gt;I won't dissapoint you&lt;br /&gt;Just look at my face&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't love you anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna try it&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm already trying&lt;br /&gt;I'm already trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I believe it&lt;br /&gt;Yes I believe it&lt;br /&gt;And I am trying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep fighting Keep fighting...&lt;br /&gt;Together we can build something beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Please keep fighting&lt;br /&gt;Together we'll build love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;Could I ever learn how to live with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I believe it&lt;br /&gt; Yes I believe it&lt;br /&gt;And I am trying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep fighting&lt;br /&gt;Keep fighting&lt;br /&gt;Together we can build something beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Please keep fighting&lt;br /&gt;Together we'll build love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep fighting&lt;br /&gt;Keep fighting&lt;br /&gt;Together we can build something beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Please keep fighting Keep fighting...&lt;br /&gt;I won't give up on you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep fighting&lt;br /&gt;Together we'll build love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you give up now on me I won't give up on you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-8742307970798342031?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/8742307970798342031/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=8742307970798342031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/8742307970798342031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/8742307970798342031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2009/07/wish-dr1ve-feat-lucia-moniz.html' title='A wish- Dr1ve feat Lucia Moniz'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-8085197803142731290</id><published>2009-07-10T03:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T03:40:34.193+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrimos ou choramos'/><title type='text'>Por vezes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g142/massivesilence/spark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g142/massivesilence/spark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E por vezes as noites duram meses&lt;br /&gt;E por vezes os meses oceanos&lt;br /&gt;E por vezes os braços que apertamos&lt;br /&gt;nunca mais são os mesmos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por vezes encontramos de nós em poucos meses&lt;br /&gt;o que a noite nos fez em muitos anos&lt;br /&gt;E por vezes fingimos que lembramos&lt;br /&gt;E por vezes lembramos que por vezes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ao tomarmos o gosto aos oceanos&lt;br /&gt;só o sarro das noites não dos meses&lt;br /&gt;lá no fundo dos copos encontramos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por vezes sorrimos ou choramos&lt;br /&gt;E por vezes por vezes ...ah por vezes&lt;br /&gt;num segundo se envolam tantos anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Mourão Ferreira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-8085197803142731290?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/8085197803142731290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=8085197803142731290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/8085197803142731290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/8085197803142731290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-por-vezes-as-noites-duram-meses-e-por.html' title='Por vezes...'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-3550556959164084362</id><published>2009-06-29T17:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T17:50:48.303+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perdi e perdi-te'/><title type='text'>Como Lua sem Sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/SlDUn-C0E9I/AAAAAAAAAFY/1comZrepv7s/s1600-h/ABCD0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/SlDUn-C0E9I/AAAAAAAAAFY/1comZrepv7s/s400/ABCD0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355013740078306258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como Lua sem sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abafo e encerro em meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;lágrimas custosas e feridas&lt;br /&gt;Vou sepultando-as uma a uma&lt;br /&gt;Em perfeitos ensaiados sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;Vou verbalizando e utilizando luz artificial&lt;br /&gt;Como se ainda me fosse possivel viver&lt;br /&gt;viver sem a alma, porpurina e sem oxigénio&lt;br /&gt;O encanto partiu e partiu-me em pedaços pequenos&lt;br /&gt;E embrenhados nos teus caracois&lt;br /&gt;desalinhados, lindos de tão desprovidos de lógica,&lt;br /&gt;estilhaçaram-se as ilusões de dias de verão ensolarados.&lt;br /&gt;Como uma lua sem sol&lt;br /&gt;Desejaria eclipsar sem poesia no meu inverno pessoal&lt;br /&gt;Mas vou morrendo, perdendo sombra e definhando...&lt;br /&gt;Almejo a nossa força gravitica de outrora.&lt;br /&gt;Mas perdi-me em mar alto e tempestuoso&lt;br /&gt;Sem bóia, refugio e naufraga,&lt;br /&gt;ancorei...&lt;br /&gt;sem eixo rotacional.&lt;br /&gt;Perdi e perdi-te&lt;br /&gt;Sem na realidade nunca ter tido.&lt;br /&gt;Embacio-me em cada uma das letras da palavra tristeza ...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje escrita, tatuada na minha mente e elevada ao expoente infinito&lt;br /&gt;Vou caminhando sobre esta palavra&lt;br /&gt;Como numa viagem no Ic19 sem fim...&lt;br /&gt;sem destinos e sem almejos.&lt;br /&gt;Viagem essa no carro que em vez de conduzido por ti&lt;br /&gt;é agora conduzido só por mim.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o meu coração é apenas um papel amarrotado&lt;br /&gt;de tinta derramado...&lt;br /&gt;E neste papel em vez de estar escrita uma história nossa&lt;br /&gt;Estão apenas espetados pequenos vidros&lt;br /&gt;que sem culpa, não sentias, nem sentiste, nem conseguiste sentir&lt;br /&gt;logo não soubeste guardar e transformar em estrelas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-3550556959164084362?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/3550556959164084362/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=3550556959164084362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/3550556959164084362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/3550556959164084362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2009/07/como-lua-sem-sol.html' title='Como Lua sem Sol'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/SlDUn-C0E9I/AAAAAAAAAFY/1comZrepv7s/s72-c/ABCD0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-7064783872627118829</id><published>2009-05-19T10:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T10:17:44.191+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inteiros de corpo e alma'/><title type='text'>Amor platónico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/ShJ1X-uh2LI/AAAAAAAAAFI/x-DoLkkSezA/s1600-h/amorplatonico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337457563223054514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/ShJ1X-uh2LI/AAAAAAAAAFI/x-DoLkkSezA/s400/amorplatonico.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta crónica é dedicada a todos que amaram e não foram amados&lt;br /&gt;E a todos os que amamos mas não nos souberam amar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor platónico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podes não acreditar ou confiar em mim, mas consigo sentir o que te vai na alma, apesar de quase não te conhecer e de no fundo pela envolvência e pelos detalhes, te conhecer interiormente como se fossemos gémeos de uma impressão digital quase perfeita.&lt;br /&gt;Isto é escrito para ti, que tal como eu, amaste mas nunca não te souberam amar com todo esse sentido e profundidade que essa palavra tem para nós, essa palavra que por nós nunca foi violada ou banalizada.&lt;br /&gt;Consigo sentir, a tua inquietude e o martelar de todas as tuas noites de sono perdidas, a pensar e a divagar, a viver à custa da adrenalina do cansaço e das melodias das músicas que roubamos para o nosso coração e ouvimos indefinidamente como se fossem a banda sonora da nossa vida.&lt;br /&gt;Tatuas-te, como eu, no torpor que o cansaço nos provoca e que nos permite continuar múmias, como se nos tivéssemos tornado insensíveis ou se fossemos drogados, mas estamos tão completamente dependentes desse cansaço e desse adormecer, do qual, quando nos consegue atingir, não queremos acordar…&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a tua presença no meio dessa imensidão destes e daqueles dias tão contínuos e longos, praticamente sem fim, com intervalos de poucas horas e denoto que vives encerrado na descrença de um dia voltar a amar com aqueles olhos harmoniosos das noites de lua crescente, que tiveste outrora. Estas esmagado preso com cordas de aço invisíveis, na descrença que te amem profundamente e incondicionalmente como tu amaste. Achas que estás partido, defeituoso para sempre e que contigo existem inúmeros detalhes que não tem concerto, que és como um sapato fabricado sozinho sem o seu par e que ficará eternamente perdido debaixo de um baú de memórias, ou que és como um cão tresmalhado e abandonado, eternamente sem dono.&lt;br /&gt;Vejo-te, agora nesta manha em que eu ainda não adormeci de cansaço, de cabelo desalinhado, deitado sobre o teu edredão de angústia, sinto o odor a sal que abafas contra o calor do teu corpo e o ritmo agressivo com que sacodes os lençóis, adormecido, para te tapares, como se fossem as feridas expostas que tens por dentro e finges, sempre… sempre não notar.&lt;br /&gt;Carrego esse peso tal como tu… e comparto a tua luta diária e a realidade de termos connosco sentimentos auto-destrutivos e esses anticorpos que criamos contra nós próprios porque aquela Musa inspiradora ou aquele príncipe não nos olhou de forma diferente, como se tivéssemos um defeito grave ou uma fealdade tremenda, mesmo quando nos superamos a nos próprios tantas e inúmeras vezes e mesmo, quando cometemos aqueles actos de coragem e de loucura extrema de darmos tudo e de irmos quase dar à volta ao mundo para roubar todas as orquídeas e amores-perfeitos para lhes oferecer. Apenas conseguimos ser tratados como presenças, bem-vindas, mas não da mesma maneira que só a estrela do norte é tratada pelas pessoas que perdem o seu rumo.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas gostava de te pedir para teres esperança por nós e por todos aqueles que não foram amados como nós, que acredites que a balada da nossa existência, que para nós é, tantas vezes inútil e desmerecedora, esta a ser inventada na pauta de um ilustre trovador.&lt;br /&gt;Esta nossa vida que sentimos tantas vezes inútil é coberta de vazios que tentamos colmatar, porque só nós sentimos, como ninguém, o quanto faz sentido, o quanto é colorido e saboroso a partilha das experiências, conhecimentos e a rotina do dia-a-dia com alguém.&lt;br /&gt;Nós e pessoas como nós, que põem a palavra amar sempre em primeiríssimo lugar, seja com a família e com os amigos mas que também a queríamos por em primeiro lugar com essa alma gémea que desejámos com uma fome de amor e com uma sede como se estivéssemos sido desertados no país mais pobre de África.&lt;br /&gt;Nós que conduzimos a cantar aquelas músicas que nós dão vertigens e nós iluminam na escuridão, de olhos brilhantes, mesmo quando sentimos não ser de parte alguma nem morar na vida e na alma de ninguém, perdidos e sós, estranhos, loucos e aves raras.&lt;br /&gt;Quero por fim, dizer-te e pedir-te, que te deixes levar por esse sentimento que pode estar a nascer, esse que evitamos, que nos cria pavor e borboletas nocturnas e esvoaçantes dentro de nós. Deixa fluir esse sentimento no qual colocamos tantas reticências, esse no qual confundimos tantos conceitos, sinónimos e antónimos, real com irreal, dionisíaco e celestial, fruto do nosso medo de passar pelo mesmo amor platónico, do medo de passar por mais alguém sem aquele significado do que outrora sentimos e da inexperiência que para nós é sentir isto indescritível e que nos aterroriza porque pode não dar certo, porque temos receio do que o outro pensa sobre nós e porque tem tantos contornos irreais e imcompreensiveis.&lt;br /&gt;Deixa que a ponte se estenda e que se construa um caminho, quem sabe se não irás ou iremos caminhar sob arco-íris até as estrelas como duas crianças que partilham a merenda, sonham acordadas e dão sempre as mãos? Quem sabe se não vamos viajar até um planeta ate agora desconhecido mas no qual a palavra amar é recheada com gomas, chocolate, geleia de morango e regada com aquela paz e intensidade que só sentem duas pessoas que nunca mais se querem separar?&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que não seja num dia nosso em comum, continua acreditar, permite-te a ti próprio acreditar! Não te deixes cair na amargura e no vazio da descrença... Tenta dar-te e dar-me a esperança e deixa-te acreditar, que esse amor um dia nos vai iluminar, que nos vai pregar uma rasteira  e que lhe vamos dar a mesma eloquência, poesia e intensidade que no passado oferecemos àqueles nossos amores platónicos tao dolorosos e inantigíveis.&lt;br /&gt;No fim, quem nos souber amar com aquele amor tão doce, tão aveludado, tão ponto caramelo perfeito e real é quem mais merecerá que nos entreguemos inteiros de corpo e alma e não apenas estes fragmentos de alma e coração que por agora possuímos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-7064783872627118829?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/7064783872627118829/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=7064783872627118829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/7064783872627118829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/7064783872627118829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2009/05/amor-platonico.html' title='Amor platónico'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/ShJ1X-uh2LI/AAAAAAAAAFI/x-DoLkkSezA/s72-c/amorplatonico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-5079174273577599097</id><published>2009-05-12T04:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T05:08:18.589+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sorriso bordado em estrelas'/><title type='text'>Anos Luz de distância</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/Sgj2HkTjLDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VmH28OpQQdM/s1600-h/Huella_y_sombra_de_humano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/Sgj2HkTjLDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VmH28OpQQdM/s200/Huella_y_sombra_de_humano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334784368485542962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anos-luz de distância&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ou talvez a 4 ou 5 passos de mim?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Entre estilhaços e sonhos corroídos?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Estarás, então, num sopro de alento da aurora?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quero acreditar-te apenas perdido de mim...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Algures por aí, pirilampo que não consigo ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Neste mundo de papel e tinta derramada&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Numa ou noutra sombra e mancha&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sei que existes, sei… vejo numa nuvem o teu contorno&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ali estas tu…Desafiando a gravidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Respiras melodicamente, como quem inspira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Uma essência profunda, leve&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sorris... sorris muito… simples como uma papoila no campo…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Com esse sorriso tão próprio e tão teu....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; Tecido e bordado em estrelas cadentes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sincero e de cabelo meio encaracolado desalinhado&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Devaneias, como uma vertigem num quadro de Dali&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Descontraído, simpático, casual, caminhas como quem dança&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Teimoso, doce, altruísta e de aroma suave a frutas de verão&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por vezes demasiado generoso e sensual&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por vezes simplesmente distraído, curioso e absorto&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E assim que eu te sinto, é assim que eu te “vejo”…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-5079174273577599097?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/5079174273577599097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=5079174273577599097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/5079174273577599097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/5079174273577599097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2009/05/anos-luz.html' title='Anos Luz de distância'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/Sgj2HkTjLDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VmH28OpQQdM/s72-c/Huella_y_sombra_de_humano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-2687255519246387826</id><published>2009-05-01T18:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T19:06:11.574+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Príncipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/Sgm6LLAE1mI/AAAAAAAAAEg/P9U3xW26VMc/s1600-h/54244012_4942ee4334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334999934691497570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/Sgm6LLAE1mI/AAAAAAAAAEg/P9U3xW26VMc/s400/54244012_4942ee4334.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era de noite quando eu bati à tua porta&lt;br /&gt;e na escuridão da tua casa tu vieste abrir&lt;br /&gt;e não me conheceste.&lt;br /&gt;Era de noite&lt;br /&gt;são mil e umas&lt;br /&gt;as noites em que bato à tua porta&lt;br /&gt;e tu vens abrir&lt;br /&gt;e não me reconheces&lt;br /&gt;porque eu jamais bato à tua porta.&lt;br /&gt;Contudo&lt;br /&gt;quando eu batia à tua porta&lt;br /&gt;e tu vieste abrir&lt;br /&gt;os teus olhos de repente&lt;br /&gt;viram-me&lt;br /&gt;pela primeira vez&lt;br /&gt;como sempre de cada vez é a primeira&lt;br /&gt;a derradeira&lt;br /&gt;instância do momento de eu surgir&lt;br /&gt;e tu veres-me.&lt;br /&gt;Era de noite quando eu bati à tua porta&lt;br /&gt;e tu vieste abrir&lt;br /&gt;e viste-me&lt;br /&gt;como um náufrago sussurrando qualquer coisa&lt;br /&gt;que ninguém compreendeu.&lt;br /&gt;Mas era de noite&lt;br /&gt;e por isso&lt;br /&gt;tu soubeste que era eu&lt;br /&gt;e vieste abrir-te&lt;br /&gt;na escuridão da tua casa.&lt;br /&gt;Ah era de noite&lt;br /&gt;e de súbito tudo era apenas&lt;br /&gt;lábios pálpebras intumescências&lt;br /&gt;cobrindo o corpo de flutuantes volteios&lt;br /&gt;de palpitações trémulas adejando pelo rosto.&lt;br /&gt;Beijava os teus olhos por dentro&lt;br /&gt;beijava os teus olhos pensados&lt;br /&gt;beijava-te pensando&lt;br /&gt;e estendia a mão sobre o meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;corria para ti&lt;br /&gt;minha praia jamais alcançada&lt;br /&gt;impossibilidade desejada&lt;br /&gt;de apenas poder pensar-te. São mil e umas&lt;br /&gt;as noites em que não bato à tua porta&lt;br /&gt;e vens abrir-me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ana Hatherly, in "Um Calculador de Improbabilidades"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-2687255519246387826?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/2687255519246387826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=2687255519246387826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/2687255519246387826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/2687255519246387826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2009/05/principe.html' title='Príncipe'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/Sgm6LLAE1mI/AAAAAAAAAEg/P9U3xW26VMc/s72-c/54244012_4942ee4334.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-2880199843521210659</id><published>2009-04-30T20:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T19:43:10.474+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Saudade Aconteceu'/><title type='text'>A saudade Aconteceu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/SgnAomJd9CI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Y8MG6ee0n-s/s1600-h/saudadesDoFuturo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335007037264622626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/SgnAomJd9CI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Y8MG6ee0n-s/s400/saudadesDoFuturo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há pouco quando ficaram&lt;br /&gt;Teus olhos presos nos meus&lt;br /&gt;Quantos segredos contaram&lt;br /&gt;Quantas coisas revelaram&lt;br /&gt;Nessa confissão meu Deus&lt;br /&gt;No silêncio desse adeus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há pouco quando teimosas&lt;br /&gt;Duas lágrimas rolaram&lt;br /&gt;Trementes silenciosas&lt;br /&gt;Deslizaram caprichosas&lt;br /&gt;E nos teus lábios pararam&lt;br /&gt;E nosso beijo selaram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há pouco quando partiste&lt;br /&gt;Todo o céu enegreceu&lt;br /&gt;Ainda bem que tu não viste&lt;br /&gt;Formou-se uma nuvem triste&lt;br /&gt;Chorou o céu e chorei eu&lt;br /&gt;E a saudade aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camané&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/14165698-2880199843521210659?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/2880199843521210659/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=2880199843521210659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/2880199843521210659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/2880199843521210659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2009/04/saudade-aconteceu.html' title='A saudade Aconteceu'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/SgnAomJd9CI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Y8MG6ee0n-s/s72-c/saudadesDoFuturo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-6312632272147987671</id><published>2009-04-29T03:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T17:15:43.489+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enlaçe de veludo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/Sfe9eQsy1dI/AAAAAAAAABc/Z_iAw-gQmv0/s1600-h/bor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329937011592844754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/Sfe9eQsy1dI/AAAAAAAAABc/Z_iAw-gQmv0/s400/bor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo...&lt;br /&gt;como penas que voam&lt;br /&gt;e estrelas que caem...&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo...&lt;br /&gt;como um sussuro...&lt;br /&gt;um pedido de amparo&lt;br /&gt;ao meu anjo da guarda, a uma alma, a uma testemunha...&lt;br /&gt;com esperança intensa que me consiga ouvir...&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo...&lt;br /&gt;Para estancar o sangue daquela ferida,&lt;br /&gt;tranformar a dor e a desilusão em algo deslumbrante&lt;br /&gt;algo mais suportável, aceitável, dignificante&lt;br /&gt;Para não dizer que as horas cairam em algo vago e não foram perdidas...&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo...&lt;br /&gt;para me enganar, fantasiar, e de leve embriagar a realidade&lt;br /&gt;na esperança vã de edificar algo nos estéreis corações de titânio&lt;br /&gt;que a vida cremou e transformou em pó e em nada...&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo...&lt;br /&gt;com o pesar das respostas que não chegaram&lt;br /&gt;com o pesar das garrafas de ilusão que não deram à costa&lt;br /&gt;para que me possa confessar, ilibar e libertar&lt;br /&gt;como se de largarta amanha me pudesse transformar em borboleta...&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo...&lt;br /&gt;para saborear o enlaçe de veludo nas minhas duvidas&lt;br /&gt;para trautear em recantos tão meus e tão prateados&lt;br /&gt;as palavras que ainda tanto anseio ouvir...&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo...&lt;br /&gt;Para rodopiar e dançar sobre aquela doce musica&lt;br /&gt;sentir a harmonia, o aconchego e a paz&lt;br /&gt;que em silencio os meus ouvidos ainda conseguem sentir&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo...&lt;br /&gt;para que os meus sonhos nunca definham na encruzilhada&lt;br /&gt;e sigam o seu caminho, sobre campos de tiro e dias sem lua...&lt;br /&gt;Para que os meus sonhos se mantenham erguidos&lt;br /&gt;e neles exista uma fada ou uma estrela do norte que os conduza ao destino.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-6312632272147987671?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/6312632272147987671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=6312632272147987671&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/6312632272147987671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/6312632272147987671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2009/04/escrevo.html' title=''/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/Sfe9eQsy1dI/AAAAAAAAABc/Z_iAw-gQmv0/s72-c/bor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-3261775067917906462</id><published>2009-04-14T18:46:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T05:21:30.323+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tectos sem lua'/><title type='text'>Espero... que me encontres</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/SfvKCufdmzI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VsA_OCqvKWw/s1600-h/banco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 325px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/SfvKCufdmzI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VsA_OCqvKWw/s320/banco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331076732111657778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Espero... que me encontres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero... que me encontres&lt;br /&gt;nas constelações de tectos sem lua&lt;br /&gt;entre um sorriso e uma conversa banal&lt;br /&gt;que me encontres... por ai algures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero... paciente...que me encontres&lt;br /&gt;Amarrada entre as cores daquela amizade tão tua&lt;br /&gt;Amarrada entre sentimentos crepusculares&lt;br /&gt;que me encontres por ai , dentro de ti, algures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que me encontres por ai, num sonho ou miragem&lt;br /&gt;Bordada em prata nos teus ecrãs diários&lt;br /&gt;ou tatuada num teclado que te prenda as mãos&lt;br /&gt;para que te possa abraçar e ensurdecer todos esses nãos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero... que me encontres&lt;br /&gt;nas constelações de tectos sem lua&lt;br /&gt;entre um sorriso e uma conversa banal&lt;br /&gt;que me encontres... por ai algures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero...que me encontres por ai... perdida algures&lt;br /&gt;Talvez na melodia daquela musica cúmplice&lt;br /&gt;em que te digo que és o meu anjo de cetim&lt;br /&gt;e em que és único para mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero encontrar-te&lt;br /&gt;Que os teus contornos surjam&lt;br /&gt;ensaiados no fumo da solidão dos olhos tristes&lt;br /&gt;próprios das pessoas que ainda sonham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero... que me encontres&lt;br /&gt;nas constelações de tectos sem lua&lt;br /&gt;entre um sorriso e uma conversa banal&lt;br /&gt;que me encontres... por ai algures&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-3261775067917906462?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/3261775067917906462/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=3261775067917906462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/3261775067917906462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/3261775067917906462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2009/04/espero-que-me-encontres.html' title='Espero... que me encontres'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/SfvKCufdmzI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VsA_OCqvKWw/s72-c/banco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-668102589457556368</id><published>2009-02-02T05:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-05-02T05:15:28.003+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gandhi'/><title type='text'>Mahatma Gandhi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/SfvIeSYd8kI/AAAAAAAAACo/dHItcS-1IUE/s1600-h/gandhi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/SfvIeSYd8kI/AAAAAAAAACo/dHItcS-1IUE/s400/gandhi2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331075006579208770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pegue um sorriso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pegue um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;e doe-o a quem jamais o teve...&lt;br /&gt;Pegue um raio de sol&lt;br /&gt;e faça-o voar lá onde reina a noite...&lt;br /&gt;Pegue uma lágrima&lt;br /&gt;e ponha no rosto de quem jamais chorou...&lt;br /&gt;Pegue a coragem&lt;br /&gt;e ponha-a no ânimo de quem não sabe lutar...&lt;br /&gt;Descubra a vida&lt;br /&gt;e narre-a a quem não sabe entendê-la...&lt;br /&gt;Pegue a esperança&lt;br /&gt;e viva na sua luz...&lt;br /&gt;Pegue a bondade&lt;br /&gt;e doe-a a quem não sabe doar...&lt;br /&gt;Descubra o amor&lt;br /&gt;e faça-o conhecer o mundo...&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se eu pudesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse deixar-te algum presente,&lt;br /&gt;deixaria aceso o sentimento&lt;br /&gt;de amar a vida dos seres humanos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A consciência de aprender&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que foi ensinado pelo tempo fora...&lt;br /&gt;Lembraria os erros que foram cometidos&lt;br /&gt;para que não mais se repetissem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A capacidade de escolher novos rumos.&lt;br /&gt;Deixar-te-ia, se pudesse,&lt;br /&gt;o respeito àquilo que é indispensável:&lt;br /&gt;Além do pão, o trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;Além do trabalho, a acção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, quando tudo faltasse, um segredo:&lt;br /&gt;O de buscar no interior de ti mesmo&lt;br /&gt;a resposta e a força para encontrar a saída.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quando a última árvore tiver caído,&lt;br /&gt;quando o último rio tiver secado,&lt;br /&gt;quando o último peixe for pescado,&lt;br /&gt;vocês vão entender que dinheiro não se come".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-668102589457556368?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/668102589457556368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=668102589457556368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/668102589457556368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/668102589457556368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2009/02/mahatma-gandhi.html' title='Mahatma Gandhi'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/SfvIeSYd8kI/AAAAAAAAACo/dHItcS-1IUE/s72-c/gandhi2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-4647231213662890121</id><published>2009-01-15T22:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T03:40:40.090+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudades'/><title type='text'>Saudades...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/Sfe97kxbNaI/AAAAAAAAABk/y6wZgRTCSdc/s1600-h/camoes-poema.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/Sfe97kxbNaI/AAAAAAAAABk/y6wZgRTCSdc/s400/camoes-poema.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329937515197183394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-4647231213662890121?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/4647231213662890121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=4647231213662890121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/4647231213662890121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/4647231213662890121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2009/01/saudades.html' title='Saudades...'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/Sfe97kxbNaI/AAAAAAAAABk/y6wZgRTCSdc/s72-c/camoes-poema.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-8609411857199704542</id><published>2008-12-04T03:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:45:28.345Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asas Corroidas'/><title type='text'>Já não Almejo Voar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/STddPn5tXgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2Kv3n6d18-8/s1600-h/2125285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275788011478277634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/STddPn5tXgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2Kv3n6d18-8/s200/2125285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/STdaR3AewUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/9JRV6EzpoNw/s1600-h/poema_de_FernandoPessoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poiso as minhas asas corroídas pelo sal das tristes lágrimas&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não almejo voar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o negro pesar das ilusões feridas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho o alento,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem a elegância dos sonhos de outrora&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deito-me, escondo-me …&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alma feita em metal de muralhas erguidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;De nada me adianta esperar pela aurora&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cubro-me com o meu manto retalhado de escombros,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fracturas expostas desta vida inócua e perversa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tento, em vão, morrer adormecendo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas doem-me demasiado as penas murchas pela tua ausência&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora nem o sono me abraça&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quebraste-me, partiste-me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seduziste-me nesse jogo de amigo viciado sem clemência&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pintaste-me com o verbo ignorar tonalidade baça&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com salpicos e desenhos de borboletas envenenadas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabiscos do teu tom azul tão vulgar e impessoal.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envenenada pelo teu tom azul&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; banal&lt;br /&gt;Já não almejo voar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-8609411857199704542?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/8609411857199704542/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=8609411857199704542&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/8609411857199704542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/8609411857199704542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2007/05/momentos-inesquecveis.html' title='Já não Almejo Voar'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/STddPn5tXgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2Kv3n6d18-8/s72-c/2125285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-2674895475843575708</id><published>2008-11-02T20:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-05-02T05:17:03.545+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asa que se enlaçou mas não voou'/><title type='text'>Quase</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/SfvChljhpMI/AAAAAAAAACg/3_y5wevVYsc/s1600-h/alegria+vs+tristeza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 358px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/SfvChljhpMI/AAAAAAAAACg/3_y5wevVYsc/s400/alegria+vs+tristeza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331068466195702978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco mais de sol - eu era brasa,&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco mais de azul - eu era além.&lt;br /&gt;Para atingir, faltou-me um golpe de asa...&lt;br /&gt;Se ao menos eu permanecesse aquém...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assombro ou paz? Em vão... Tudo esvaído&lt;br /&gt;Num grande mar enganador de espuma;&lt;br /&gt;E o grande sonho despertado em bruma,&lt;br /&gt;O grande sonho - ó dor! - quase vivido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase o amor, quase o triunfo e a chama,&lt;br /&gt;Quase o princípio e o fim - quase a expansão...&lt;br /&gt;Mas na minhalma tudo se derrama...&lt;br /&gt;Entanto nada foi só ilusão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tudo houve um começo ... e tudo errou...&lt;br /&gt;- Ai a dor de ser - quase, dor sem fim...&lt;br /&gt;Eu falhei-me entre os mais, falhei em mim,&lt;br /&gt;Asa que se elançou mas não voou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momentos de alma que desbaratei...&lt;br /&gt;Templos aonde nunca pus um altar...&lt;br /&gt;Rios que perdi sem os levar ao mar...&lt;br /&gt;Ânsias que foram mas que não fixei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me vagueio, encontro só indícios...&lt;br /&gt;Ogivas para o sol - vejo-as cerradas;&lt;br /&gt;E mãos de herói, sem fé, acobardadas,&lt;br /&gt;Puseram grades sobre os precipícios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num ímpeto difuso de quebranto,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo encetei e nada possuí...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, de mim, só resta o desencanto&lt;br /&gt;Das coisas que beijei mas não vivi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco mais de sol - e fora brasa,&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco mais de azul - e fora além.&lt;br /&gt;Para atingir faltou-me um golpe de asa...&lt;br /&gt;Se ao menos eu permanecesse aquém...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listas de som avançam para mim a fustigar-me&lt;br /&gt;Em luz.&lt;br /&gt;Todo a vibrar, quero fugir... Onde acoitar-me?...&lt;br /&gt;Os braços duma cruz&lt;br /&gt;Anseiam-se-me, e eu fujo também ao luar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario de Sá Carneiro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-2674895475843575708?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/2674895475843575708/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=2674895475843575708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/2674895475843575708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/2674895475843575708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2008/11/quase.html' title='Quase'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/SfvChljhpMI/AAAAAAAAACg/3_y5wevVYsc/s72-c/alegria+vs+tristeza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-6152763902752007930</id><published>2008-10-01T23:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T04:07:14.298+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Onde queres a lua eu sou o sol'/><title type='text'>O quereres</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsTitulo"&gt;O quereres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_DetailsPoema"&gt;Onde queres revólver sou coqueiro, onde queres dinheiro sou paixão&lt;br /&gt;Onde queres descanso sou desejo, e onde sou só desejo queres não&lt;br /&gt;E onde não queres nada, nada falta, e onde voas bem alta eu sou o chão&lt;br /&gt;E onde pisas no chão minha alma salta, e ganha liberdade na amplidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde queres família sou maluco, e onde queres romântico, burguês&lt;br /&gt;Onde queres Leblon sou Pernambuco, e onde queres eunuco, garanhão&lt;br /&gt;E onde queres o sim e o não, talvez, onde vês eu não vislumbro razão&lt;br /&gt;Onde queres o lobo eu sou o irmão, e onde queres cowboy eu sou chinês&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, bruta flor do querer, ah, bruta flor, bruta flor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde queres o ato eu sou o espírito, e onde queres ternura eu sou tesão&lt;br /&gt;Onde queres o livre decassílabo, e onde buscas o anjo eu sou mulher&lt;br /&gt;Onde queres prazer sou o que dói, e onde queres tortura, mansidão&lt;br /&gt;Onde queres o lar, revolução, e onde queres bandido eu sou o herói&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria querer-te e amar o amor, construírmos dulcíssima prisão&lt;br /&gt;E encontrar a mais justa adequação, tudo métrica e rima e nunca dor&lt;br /&gt;Mas a vida é real e de viés, e vê só que cilada o amor me armou&lt;br /&gt;E te quero e não queres como sou, não te quero e não queres como és&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, bruta flor do querer, ah, bruta flor, bruta flor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde queres comício, flipper vídeo, e onde queres romance, rockn roll&lt;br /&gt;Onde queres a lua eu sou o sol, onde a pura natura, o inceticídeo&lt;br /&gt;E onde queres mistério eu sou a luz, onde queres um canto, o mundo inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Onde queres quaresma, fevereiro, e onde queres coqueiro eu sou obus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O quereres e o estares sempre a fim do que em mim é de mim tão desigual&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me querer-te bem, querer-te mal, bem a ti, mal ao quereres assim&lt;br /&gt;Infinitivamente pessoal, e eu querendo querer-te sem ter fim&lt;br /&gt;E querendo te aprender o total do querer que há e do que não há em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caetano Veloso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-6152763902752007930?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/6152763902752007930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=6152763902752007930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/6152763902752007930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/6152763902752007930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-quereres.html' title='O quereres'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-2171013126579102240</id><published>2008-09-01T02:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T03:46:42.240+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frágil'/><title type='text'>Paisagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/Sfpiii-oxtI/AAAAAAAAACY/LXq_6Ac6zLY/s1600-h/fundo_nostalgia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 341px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/Sfpiii-oxtI/AAAAAAAAACY/LXq_6Ac6zLY/s400/fundo_nostalgia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330681454591002322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Paisagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejei-te pinheiro à beira-mar&lt;br /&gt;para fixar o teu perfil exacto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejei-te encerrada num retrato&lt;br /&gt;para poder-te comtemplar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejei que tu fosses sombra e folhas&lt;br /&gt;no limite sereno desta praia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E desejei: &lt;&lt;que nada="" me="" distraia="" dos="" horizontes="" que="" tu=""&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas frágil e humano grão de areia&lt;br /&gt;não me detive à tua sombra esguia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Insatisfeito, um corpo rodopia&lt;br /&gt;na solidão que te rodeia.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             David Mourão-Ferreira&lt;/que&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-2171013126579102240?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/2171013126579102240/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=2171013126579102240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/2171013126579102240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/2171013126579102240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2008/09/paisagem.html' title='Paisagem'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/Sfpiii-oxtI/AAAAAAAAACY/LXq_6Ac6zLY/s72-c/fundo_nostalgia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-7252538941424237808</id><published>2008-08-24T14:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T05:21:08.545Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Borboleta de Asas de Pecado'/><title type='text'>Borboleta de Asas de Pecado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/STdnEM1K8lI/AAAAAAAAAAs/4poVE3-7Zcw/s1600-h/mao%2520borboleta21221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/STdnEM1K8lI/AAAAAAAAAAs/4poVE3-7Zcw/s400/mao%2520borboleta21221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275798810349204050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Borboleta de Asas de Pecado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Gosto tanto de ti…Borboleta de asas de pecado…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poderás viver para sempre recortada em outras telas,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guardada em museus distantes&lt;br /&gt;Rodopiando sobre  lirios-roxos de jardins idilicos...&lt;br /&gt;Poderás viver para sempre dentro de  flores de cidades separadas por rios sem pontes…&lt;br /&gt;Nada me impede de gostar de ti…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto tanto de ti…Borboleta de asas de pecado…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As tuas asas de encantos e cores majestosas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o teu interior cintilante&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me permitem esquecer-te&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que as minhas pernas já não saibam os teus caminhos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que as minhas mãos já não fiquem trémulas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estás tatuada na minha alma até aos ossos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por vezes uma lágrima teimosa desce pela face&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e entao assoma a tua imagem diante de mim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-7252538941424237808?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/7252538941424237808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/7252538941424237808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2008/08/borboleta-de-asas-de-pecado.html' title='Borboleta de Asas de Pecado'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/STdnEM1K8lI/AAAAAAAAAAs/4poVE3-7Zcw/s72-c/mao%2520borboleta21221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-6627879563439776213</id><published>2008-07-29T18:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T04:01:39.274+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imcomparáveis'/><title type='text'>O valor das coisas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/SffCo2ktKdI/AAAAAAAAABs/luw33Kwpljc/s1600-h/poema_de_FernandoPessoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" 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type='html'>&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Heartbeats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/STdfZvu5UfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qt5S5Ee1Yls/s1600-h/malmequer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/STdfZvu5UfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qt5S5Ee1Yls/s200/malmequer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275790384402354674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/STdfZvu5UfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qt5S5Ee1Yls/s1600-h/malmequer.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Heartbeats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;One night to be confused&lt;br /&gt;One night to speed up truth&lt;br /&gt;We had a promise made&lt;br /&gt;Four hands and then away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both under influence&lt;br /&gt;We had divine scent&lt;br /&gt;To know what to say&lt;br /&gt;Mind is a razor blade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To call for hands of above&lt;br /&gt;To lean on&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't be good enough&lt;br /&gt;For me, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night of magic rush&lt;br /&gt;The start a simple touch&lt;br /&gt;One night to push and scream&lt;br /&gt;And then relief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten days of perfect tunes&lt;br /&gt;The colors red and blue&lt;br /&gt;We had a promise made&lt;br /&gt;We were in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To call for hands of above&lt;br /&gt;To lean on&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't be good enough&lt;br /&gt;For me, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To call for hands of above&lt;br /&gt;To lean on&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't be good enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you, you knew the hands of the devil&lt;br /&gt;And you, kept us awake with wolf teeth&lt;br /&gt;Sharing different heartbeats&lt;br /&gt;In one night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To call for hands of above&lt;br /&gt;To lean on&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't be good enough&lt;br /&gt;For me, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To call for hands of above&lt;br /&gt;To lean on&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't be good enough&lt;br /&gt;For me, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;(Cover by Jozé Gonzalez)&lt;br /&gt;Aconselho a ouvir este cover , esta musica faz-me levitar =) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-6446611710631933142?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/6446611710631933142/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=6446611710631933142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-154052922613183629</id><published>2008-04-02T15:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T05:39:59.394+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lágrima'/><title type='text'>Se um dia tiver que escolher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/SfvOC9YxiBI/AAAAAAAAADI/Tmj4Y1o_ybY/s1600-h/lagrima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/SfvOC9YxiBI/AAAAAAAAADI/Tmj4Y1o_ybY/s400/lagrima.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331081134156646418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Encontrei isto algures e gostei :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-154052922613183629?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/154052922613183629/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=154052922613183629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/154052922613183629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/154052922613183629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2009/05/se-um-dia-tiver-que-escolher.html' title='Se um dia tiver que escolher'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/SfvOC9YxiBI/AAAAAAAAADI/Tmj4Y1o_ybY/s72-c/lagrima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-6048932945652826851</id><published>2008-02-23T04:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T04:13:30.218+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the right shades'/><title type='text'>Hapiness by the killowatt</title><content type='html'>Hapiness by the killowatt (Dallas green)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/SffETgUXwhI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SCZMjSTNamE/s1600-h/_DSC8641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 352px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/SffETgUXwhI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SCZMjSTNamE/s400/_DSC8641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329944523388207634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is continuous happiness&lt;br /&gt;You know, I always&lt;br /&gt;Imagined it something more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the right paint,&lt;br /&gt;The right shades,&lt;br /&gt;The right frames,&lt;br /&gt;This could really work&lt;br /&gt;What a great day to spend indoors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wake, wake up,&lt;br /&gt;Just wake, wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where has all the day gone?&lt;br /&gt;And why are my lungs aching when I breathe?&lt;br /&gt;Is there something wrong with the heat?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so cold?&lt;br /&gt;My heart feels sick&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts when I speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wake, wake up,&lt;br /&gt;Just wake, wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was this what we hoped for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was this what we hoped for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallas green...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por de trás de imensas músicas de uma beleza e simplicidade únicas moram letras inesquecíveis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/User/DEFINI%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-6048932945652826851?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/6048932945652826851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=6048932945652826851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-6766157709467543075</id><published>2008-01-10T10:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-04T02:33:52.692Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ahora quiero amar lejano'/><title type='text'>Esta Tarde</title><content type='html'>Ahora quiero amar algo lejano...&lt;br /&gt;Algún hombre divino&lt;br /&gt;Que sea como un ave por lo dulce,&lt;br /&gt;Que haya habido mujeres infinitas&lt;br /&gt;Y sepa de otras tierras, y florezca&lt;br /&gt;La palabra en sus labios, perfumada:&lt;br /&gt;Suerte de selva virgen bajo el viento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y quiero amarlo ahora. Está la tarde&lt;br /&gt;Blanda y tranquila como espeso musgo,&lt;br /&gt;Tiembla mi boca y mis dedos finos,&lt;br /&gt;Se deshacen mis trenzas poco a poco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siento un vago rumor... Toda la tierra&lt;br /&gt;Está cantando dulcemente... Lejos&lt;br /&gt;Los bosques se han cargado de corolas,&lt;br /&gt;Desbordan los arroyos de sus cauces&lt;br /&gt;Y las aguas se filtran en la tierra&lt;br /&gt;Así como mis ojos en los ojos&lt;br /&gt;Que estoy sonañdo embelesada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero&lt;br /&gt;Ya está bajando el sol de los montes,&lt;br /&gt;Las aves se acurrucan en sus nidos,&lt;br /&gt;La tarde ha de morir y él está lejos...&lt;br /&gt;Lejos como este sol que para nunca&lt;br /&gt;Se marcha y me abandona, con las manos&lt;br /&gt;Hundidas en las trenzas, con la boca&lt;br /&gt;Húmeda y temblorosa, con el alma&lt;br /&gt;Sutilizada, ardida en la esperanza&lt;br /&gt;De este amor infinito que me vuelve&lt;br /&gt;Dulce y hermosa...&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;De Alfonsina Storni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Divinal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/14165698-6766157709467543075?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/6766157709467543075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=6766157709467543075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/6766157709467543075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/6766157709467543075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2007/02/desespero.html' title='Esta Tarde'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-2035398482796956344</id><published>2008-01-08T02:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-06T02:53:46.033Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estrelas que brilham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonhos que acabam'/><title type='text'>Romance 2007</title><content type='html'>Lágrimas, abraços, muitas despedidas díficeis, o aguardado regresso, Viagens, 20.000 km de carro, inicio de uma nova vida, 2 paises, 2 linguas, sonhos que acabam, estrelas que brilham, 4 cidades, 5 apartamentos diferentes, as malas que fiz e desfiz,cafés, o doce e quente sabor da saudade, a espera, Valencia, Gandra, Chaves, Porto,aqueles que me aguardaram, os que queria que me aguardassem e aqueles que ainda aguardo, medicamentos, pessoas, doentes, farmácias,relatórios, molhe,cufra,caipirinhas de maracujá, pasteis de nata, os reencontros surpreendentes, os segredos, as pinturas, as minhas melhores amigas e amigos, as histórias comoventes, a amendoa amarga e os portos, o teu sorriso,portas que se fecham, portas que se abrem, o aeroporto e  todos aqueles sonhos que começam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo enorme para todos aqueles  que participaram no meu  Romance chamado 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-2035398482796956344?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/2035398482796956344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=2035398482796956344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/2035398482796956344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/2035398482796956344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2008/01/romance-2007.html' title='Romance 2007'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-1412314923826696366</id><published>2007-10-04T15:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T05:26:33.332Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Não sei se te encontrei... se te perdi...'/><title type='text'>Realidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/STdp0GTtAeI/AAAAAAAAAA0/R94nKARk3Vo/s1600-h/sad_butterfly_girlsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/STdp0GTtAeI/AAAAAAAAAA0/R94nKARk3Vo/s400/sad_butterfly_girlsmall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275801832255193570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Em ti o meu olhar fez-se alvorada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;E a minha voz fez-se gorjeio de ninho&lt;br /&gt;E a minha rubra boca apaixonada&lt;br /&gt;Teve a frescura pálida do linho&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Embriagou-me o teu beijo como um vinho&lt;br /&gt;Fulgo de Espanha, em taça cinzelada&lt;br /&gt;E a minha cabeleira desatada&lt;br /&gt;Pôs a teus pés a sombra de um caminho&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Minhas pálpebras são cor de verbena&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho os olhos garços, sou morena,&lt;br /&gt;E para te encontrar foi que eu nasci&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Tens sido vida fora o meu desejo&lt;br /&gt;E agora, que te falo, que te vejo,&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se te encontrei... se te perdi...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Mais um sublime Poema de Florbela Espanca&lt;br /&gt;Espero que gostem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-1412314923826696366?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/STdp0GTtAeI/AAAAAAAAAA0/R94nKARk3Vo/s72-c/sad_butterfly_girlsmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-4216148527207673241</id><published>2007-05-22T15:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T05:35:56.103+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pearl Jam'/><title type='text'>I waited all the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/SfvNO4-U30I/AAAAAAAAADA/JLmABEaPEys/s1600-h/pearl%2520jam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/SfvNO4-U30I/AAAAAAAAADA/JLmABEaPEys/s320/pearl%2520jam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331080239618776898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited all the day&lt;br /&gt;...You waited all day&lt;br /&gt;but you left before the sunset&lt;br /&gt;and I just wanted to tell you&lt;br /&gt;the moment was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to dance to bad music,&lt;br /&gt;drive bad cars,&lt;br /&gt;watch bad TV.&lt;br /&gt;Should have stayed for the sunset...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if not for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearl Jam (Vitalogy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-4216148527207673241?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/4216148527207673241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4KOsu5Z9RI/SfvNO4-U30I/AAAAAAAAADA/JLmABEaPEys/s72-c/pearl%2520jam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-7491978237406307789</id><published>2007-03-12T16:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:03:40.227Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evaporação de Humores'/><title type='text'>O amor Eterno</title><content type='html'>O Amor Eterno&lt;br /&gt;E agora que as mãos da incrédula rapariga te empurram para a saída,&lt;br /&gt;onde irá chover, de acordo com a cor do céu, não resistas.&lt;br /&gt;Na rua, onde os ventos se cruzam na esquina,&lt;br /&gt; os que sopram, do norte,&lt;br /&gt; de colinas manchadas pelo inverno,&lt;br /&gt; e os que nascem do rio,&lt;br /&gt; trazendo a impressão húmida do litoral,&lt;br /&gt;acende um cigarro, para que o calor do lume te reconforte as mãos,&lt;br /&gt;avança pelo passeio, enquanto o frio te deixar,&lt;br /&gt;e ouve o canto da água por baixo de terra:&lt;br /&gt;correntes no limite entre o gelo e o fogo,&lt;br /&gt;uma evaporação de humores,&lt;br /&gt;como se as almas lutassem em busca de saída, e,&lt;br /&gt;no fumo de uma memória de mesa antiga,&lt;br /&gt;tu e essa que amaste,&lt;br /&gt;trocando as frases matinais do re- encontro.&lt;br /&gt;Vidros embaciados pelas lágrimas da ruptura,&lt;br /&gt;perguntas sem resposta,&lt;br /&gt; a casa de luzes apagadas,&lt;br /&gt;como se estivesse vazia - e como se não soubesses que os destinos se decidem por cima de nós, onde em cada instante um deus cansado nos desfaz&lt;br /&gt; as inúteis promessas de eternidade.&lt;br /&gt; Nuno Júdice, in "A Fonte da Vida"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-7491978237406307789?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/7491978237406307789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=7491978237406307789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/7491978237406307789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/7491978237406307789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2007/03/o-amor-eterno.html' title='O amor Eterno'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-3538890168937116353</id><published>2007-02-04T01:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-04T01:27:46.087Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silêncio do meu coração'/><title type='text'>Adeus</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Adeus&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Já gastámos as palavras pela rua, meu amor,&lt;br /&gt;e o que nos ficou não chega&lt;br /&gt;para afastar o frio de quatro paredes.&lt;br /&gt;Gastámos tudo menos o silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;Gastámos os olhos com o sal das lágrimas,&lt;br /&gt;gastámos as mãos à força de as apertarmos,&lt;br /&gt;gastámos o relógio e as pedras das esquinas&lt;br /&gt;em esperas inúteis.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Meto as mãos nas algibeiras e não encontro nada.&lt;br /&gt;Antigamente tínhamos tanto para dar um ao outro;&lt;br /&gt;era como se todas as coisas fossem minhas:&lt;br /&gt;quanto mais te dava mais tinha para te dar.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes tu dizias: os teus olhos são peixes verdes.&lt;br /&gt;E eu acreditava.&lt;br /&gt;Acreditava,&lt;br /&gt;porque ao teu lado&lt;br /&gt;todas as coisas eram possíveis.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mas isso era no tempo dos segredos,&lt;br /&gt;era no tempo em que o teu corpo era um aquário,&lt;br /&gt;era no tempo em que os meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;eram realmente peixes verdes.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje são apenas os meus olhos.&lt;br /&gt;É pouco mas é verdade,&lt;br /&gt;uns olhos como todos os outros.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Já gastámos as palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Quando agora digo: meu amor,&lt;br /&gt;já não se passa absolutamente nada.&lt;br /&gt;E no entanto, antes das palavras gastas,&lt;br /&gt;tenho a certeza&lt;br /&gt;de que todas as coisas estremeciam&lt;br /&gt;só de murmurar o teu nome&lt;br /&gt;no silêncio do meu coração.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Não temos já nada para dar.&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de ti&lt;br /&gt;não há nada que me peça água.&lt;br /&gt;O passado é inútil como um trapo.&lt;br /&gt;E já te disse: as palavras estão gastas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Adeus.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Maravilhoso este poema de Eugénio de Andrade&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-3538890168937116353?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/3538890168937116353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=3538890168937116353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/3538890168937116353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/3538890168937116353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2007/02/adeus.html' title='Adeus'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-3436380062516509382</id><published>2007-01-15T18:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-18T18:45:29.158Z</updated><title type='text'>Ensina-me a Pescar Estrelas</title><content type='html'>Ensina-me a pescar estrelas&lt;br /&gt;por entre os céus das tuas muralhas de titanio...&lt;br /&gt;Conta-me e ensina-me...&lt;br /&gt;As tuas artimanhas, truques e caminhos&lt;br /&gt;para te deitares sempre sobre um céu estrelado...&lt;br /&gt;e seres tu, brilho, luz alegria e estrela do Norte...&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me , prova-me, que tudo é possível&lt;br /&gt;e que eu aprenderei...&lt;br /&gt;Que amanha como quem sonha&lt;br /&gt;atraveserrei as tempestades...os caminhos&lt;br /&gt;inventarei a poção mágica... e essas muralhas de titanio&lt;br /&gt;transformar-se-ão em muralhas saborosas de chocolate&lt;br /&gt;e cobertas de veludo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-3436380062516509382?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/3436380062516509382/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=3436380062516509382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/3436380062516509382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/3436380062516509382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2007/01/ensina-me-pescar-estrelas.html' title='Ensina-me a Pescar Estrelas'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-116631209277602131</id><published>2006-12-16T23:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-17T05:48:45.910Z</updated><title type='text'>A minha alma sonha contigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6119/1273/1600/783081/borboleta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6119/1273/320/933513/borboleta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não te posso contar&lt;br /&gt;o tanto que te estimo&lt;br /&gt;quais caminhos caminhar?&lt;br /&gt;Para ser teu meu mimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não te posso demonstrar&lt;br /&gt;e meus olhos são tristes&lt;br /&gt;como te queria encantar!&lt;br /&gt;Sentir em minha pele que existes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não te posso contar&lt;br /&gt;que a minha alma sonha contigo&lt;br /&gt;Só me resta imaginar...suspirar...&lt;br /&gt;e tratar-te como um amigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não te posso abraçar&lt;br /&gt;suster-te em meus braços...&lt;br /&gt;Nem veludo de estrela inventar...&lt;br /&gt;Para contigo criar laços.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-116631209277602131?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/116631209277602131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/116631209277602131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2006/12/minha-alma-sonha-contigo.html' title='A minha alma sonha contigo'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-116623884032492840</id><published>2006-12-13T12:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-16T23:26:45.310Z</updated><title type='text'>Candy Lion</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_jOQZFfTTl4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_jOQZFfTTl4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muito querido ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-116623884032492840?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/116623884032492840/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=116623884032492840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/116623884032492840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/116623884032492840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2006/12/candy-lion.html' title='Candy Lion'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-116520015730669497</id><published>2006-12-04T02:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-04T02:42:37.336Z</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6119/1273/1600/175913/Arco%20Iris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6119/1273/320/890184/Arco%2520Iris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porquê é que para nos sentirmos especiais, temos impreterivelmente de nos sentirmos diferentes dos outros comuns mortais?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-116520015730669497?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/116520015730669497/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=116520015730669497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/116520015730669497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/116520015730669497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2006/12/pensamento-ii.html' title='Pensamento II'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-116589555733722639</id><published>2006-11-11T03:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-14T17:00:51.916Z</updated><title type='text'>O meu local divinal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6119/1273/1600/750203/FairyPrincessKiss_JessicaBorjesson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6119/1273/320/896004/FairyPrincessKiss_JessicaBorjesson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero encontrar o local divinal...&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho mapa, não tenho pistas...&lt;br /&gt;Esse é o lugar onde querer muito é poder&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes vi esse lugar ...nos meus doces sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Posso descrever-to, cada seu milimetro, cada pedrinha dos seus passeios..&lt;br /&gt;As nuvens que são de marshmellows...&lt;br /&gt;Os seus caminhos fazem-te levitar,&lt;br /&gt;as paredes das casas e os muros são versos&lt;br /&gt;toda a gente sorri, no meu lugar não há espaço para o cinzento...&lt;br /&gt;As ruas cheiram a Jasmin , a maçã verde ou a pessego.&lt;br /&gt;Não há pressas nem correrias&lt;br /&gt;lágrimas nunca foram vistas e são um mito...&lt;br /&gt;As más palavras não constam no dicionário...&lt;br /&gt;Podes deitar-te nos bancos de arco-iris dos passeios&lt;br /&gt;ouvir os passaros a cantar ou o som da air on a g string do Bach...&lt;br /&gt;Pela noite, a escada rolante até à estrela do norte está a funcionar&lt;br /&gt;então, podes ir até lá...&lt;br /&gt;Contemplar o seu brilho e perder-te a contemplar todo o universo..&lt;br /&gt;Quando queres algo, com muita alma e a natureza sente que és merecedor&lt;br /&gt;esse teu algo acontece...&lt;br /&gt;Eu hoje, vou-me aconchegar na minha mantinha&lt;br /&gt;fechar os olhos esperançosa e com um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;vou proferir o meu desejo...&lt;br /&gt;quero encontrar o trilho&lt;br /&gt;para o meu local divinal...&lt;br /&gt;quero encontrar a passagem secreta, para o meu lugar divinal...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-116589555733722639?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/116589555733722639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=116589555733722639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6119/1273/1600/685913/muse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6119/1273/320/660446/muse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Far away&lt;br /&gt;The ship is taking me far away&lt;br /&gt;Far away from the memories&lt;br /&gt;Of the people who care if I live or die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starlight&lt;br /&gt;I will be chasing a starlight&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of my life&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's worth it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to hold&lt;br /&gt;You in my arms&lt;br /&gt;My life&lt;br /&gt;You electrify my life&lt;br /&gt;Let's conspire to re-ignite&lt;br /&gt;All the souls that would die just to feel alive&lt;br /&gt;But I'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;If you promise not to fade away&lt;br /&gt;Never fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hopes and expectations&lt;br /&gt;Black holes and revelations&lt;br /&gt;Our hopes and expectations&lt;br /&gt;Black holes and revelations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to hold&lt;br /&gt;You in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Far away&lt;br /&gt;The ship is taking me far away&lt;br /&gt;Far away from the memories&lt;br /&gt;Of the people who care if I live or die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;If you promise not to fade away&lt;br /&gt;Never fade away&lt;br /&gt;Our hopes and expectations&lt;br /&gt;Black holes and revelations&lt;br /&gt;Our hopes and expectations&lt;br /&gt;Black holes and revelations&lt;br /&gt;Hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to hold&lt;br /&gt;You in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to hold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-116633405955742006?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/116633405955742006/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=116633405955742006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/116633405955742006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/116633405955742006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2006/10/starlight-muse.html' title='Starlight-Muse'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-116520191111662235</id><published>2006-09-10T02:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T03:12:51.826Z</updated><title type='text'>Inside Job - Pearl Jam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6119/1273/1600/217894/pearl%20jam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6119/1273/320/374086/pearl%2520jam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era capaz de escrever esta letra.&lt;br /&gt;Causou-me muita admiração porque este "trabalho interior" para mim, é um sentimento muito próprio e muito profundo ao qual estou habituada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside Job :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath this smile lies everything&lt;br /&gt;All my hopes and anger, pride and shame&lt;br /&gt;Make myself a pact not to shut doors on the past&lt;br /&gt;Just for today I am free&lt;br /&gt;I'll not lose my faith&lt;br /&gt;It's an inside job today&lt;br /&gt;I know this one thing well…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to try and kill love, it was the highest sin&lt;br /&gt;Breathing insecurity out and in&lt;br /&gt;Searching hope, I'm shown the way to run straight&lt;br /&gt;Pursuing the greater way for all human light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I choose to feel is how I am.&lt;br /&gt;How I choose to feel is how I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll not lose my faithIt's an inside job today&lt;br /&gt;Holding on, the light of night&lt;br /&gt;On my knees to rise and fix my broken soul...Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me run into the rain&lt;br /&gt;To be a human light again&lt;br /&gt;Let me run into the rain&lt;br /&gt;To shine a human light today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life comes from within your heart and desire&lt;br /&gt;Life comes from within my heart and desire&lt;br /&gt;Life comes from within your heart and desire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-116520191111662235?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/116520191111662235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=116520191111662235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/116520191111662235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/116520191111662235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2006/09/inside-job-pearl-jam.html' title='Inside Job - Pearl Jam'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-116631231855771786</id><published>2006-09-06T18:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T23:41:22.453Z</updated><title type='text'>Pearl Jam - Inesquecível 4-09-2006 e 5-09-2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/88RWe0BtWlw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/88RWe0BtWlw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inesquecível concerto..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-116631231855771786?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/116631231855771786/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=116631231855771786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/116631231855771786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/116631231855771786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2006/09/pearl-jam-inesquecvel-4-09-2006-e-5-09.html' title='Pearl Jam - Inesquecível 4-09-2006 e 5-09-2006'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-116519740948157748</id><published>2006-09-04T01:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T03:13:29.766Z</updated><title type='text'>Um amigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6119/1273/1600/742405/margarida%20azul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6119/1273/320/247239/margarida%2520azul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És melodia, poema e Canção&lt;br /&gt;mas tens os teus dias de Romance e sonho fugaz&lt;br /&gt;Aspiras os detritos do Universo&lt;br /&gt;com essa paixão, nunca finita, em existir.&lt;br /&gt;Com a tua paz e o som do teu riso&lt;br /&gt;derretes o gelo glacial&lt;br /&gt;E até o ruído dos carros e a Conversa de Café&lt;br /&gt;pode ser harmoniosa com a tua presença.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És feito de Chocolate, gomas e frutas&lt;br /&gt;tens um olhar sincero e meigo&lt;br /&gt;e o teu abraço magnitizante&lt;br /&gt;regenera os vidros partidos e abre as portas fechadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não existisses, teria de te crear&lt;br /&gt;Numa experiência laboratorial&lt;br /&gt;Esse sabor único e genúino&lt;br /&gt;Totalmente único e novo&lt;br /&gt;no mercado das amizades&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-116519740948157748?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/116519740948157748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=116519740948157748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/116519740948157748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/116519740948157748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2006/09/um-amigo.html' title='Um amigo'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-116611776433838290</id><published>2006-07-14T17:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T17:36:04.383Z</updated><title type='text'>Patience (Guns n´roses)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6119/1273/1600/764607/geddes_p45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="160" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6119/1273/320/969692/geddes_p45.jpg" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shed a tear 'cause I'm missin' you&lt;br /&gt;I'm still alright to smileGirl,&lt;br /&gt;I think about you every day now&lt;br /&gt;Was a time when I wasn't sure&lt;br /&gt;But you set my mind at ease&lt;br /&gt;There is no doubt&lt;br /&gt;You're in my heart now&lt;br /&gt;Said, woman, take it slow&lt;br /&gt;It'll work itself out fine&lt;br /&gt;All we need is just a little patience&lt;br /&gt;Said, sugar, make it slow&lt;br /&gt;And we come together fine&lt;br /&gt;All we need is just a little patience&lt;br /&gt;sit here on the stairs&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd rather be alone&lt;br /&gt;If I can't have you right nowI'll wait, dear&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get so tense&lt;br /&gt;But I can't speed up the time&lt;br /&gt;But you know, love&lt;br /&gt;There's one more thing to consider&lt;br /&gt;Said, woman, take it slow&lt;br /&gt;And things will be just fine&lt;br /&gt;You and I'll just use a little patience&lt;br /&gt;Said, sugar, take the time&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the lights are shining bright&lt;br /&gt;You and I've got what it takes&lt;br /&gt;To make it, We won't fake it,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never break it'cause&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-116611776433838290?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/116611776433838290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=116611776433838290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/116611776433838290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/116611776433838290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2006/07/patience-guns-nroses.html' title='Patience (Guns n´roses)'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-116520244381573333</id><published>2006-06-18T03:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T04:01:13.733Z</updated><title type='text'>Unintended-Muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/foO9inX4p48"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/foO9inX4p48" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-116520244381573333?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/116520244381573333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=116520244381573333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/116520244381573333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/116520244381573333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2006/06/unintended-muse.html' title='Unintended-Muse'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-116520390506579116</id><published>2006-05-01T03:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T03:45:41.366Z</updated><title type='text'>Black... Uma das minhas músicas favoritas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rqwfKcqS6Ok"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rqwfKcqS6Ok" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-116520390506579116?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/116520390506579116/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=116520390506579116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/116520390506579116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/116520390506579116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2006/05/black-uma-das-minhas-msicas-favoritas.html' title='Black... Uma das minhas músicas favoritas.'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-116519792426194091</id><published>2006-04-07T01:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T02:52:53.480Z</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento I</title><content type='html'>Não devemos procurar a nossa felicidade nos outros , ou sequer vectoriza-la nas pessoas que gostamos. Devemos sim, abrir caminhos, constuir estradas e alarga-las, procurar que quem gostamos caminhe sobre esses nossos caminhos e essas nossas estradas, ilumina-la sempre bem, andar de mãos dadas mas sempre com alguma autonomia. Devemos aprender a brilhar mesmo quando nos encontramos sozinhos, não pelo que temos ao nosso redor, pela nossa familia, pelos nossos amigos, pelos nossos amores, mas pela nossa essencia...&lt;br /&gt;Já dizia Jorge Palma : Reduz as necessidades, se queres passar bem, que a dependência é uma besta, que da cabo do desejo e a Liberdade é uma maluca, sabe quanto vale um beijo! Enquanto ouver estrada para andar a gente vai continuar..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-116519792426194091?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/116519792426194091/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=116519792426194091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/116519792426194091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/116519792426194091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2006/04/pensamento-i.html' title='Pensamento I'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-114350498969499987</id><published>2006-03-28T00:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T01:16:32.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A mais pura verdade</title><content type='html'>A mais pura verdade ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="107" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/1273/320/images.1.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Se nos apegarmos demasiado às coisas e às pessoas,&lt;br /&gt;quando as perdermos, não perderemos com elas uma parte de nós?&lt;br /&gt;Melhor será agarrarmo-nos a pensamentos-para-sempre em vez de&lt;br /&gt;nos entregarmos àquilo que está aqui agora e que, num instante depois,&lt;br /&gt;pode desaparecer.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que temos hoje num segundo pode desmonorar por completo...&lt;br /&gt;O que tanto nos esforçamos para ter... muitas vezes não temos...&lt;br /&gt;E o que queremos evitar aparece a toda a hora...&lt;br /&gt;Há momentos em que viver e tentar ser-se feliz é uma guerra onde surgem batalhas sangrentas e&lt;br /&gt;bombas atómicas ... o buraco e a doença ficam lá... À espreita... para a qualquer momento e sem quaquer aviso prévio voltarem a fazerem-nos sangrar a alma e matar hediondamente os nossos sonhos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-114350498969499987?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/114350498969499987/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=114350498969499987&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/114350498969499987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/114350498969499987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2006/03/mais-pura-verdade.html' title='A mais pura verdade'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-116519573176494765</id><published>2006-03-12T01:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-04T01:28:51.776Z</updated><title type='text'>beijo de klimt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6119/1273/1600/118867/klimt-kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6119/1273/320/449358/klimt-kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-116519573176494765?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/116519573176494765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=116519573176494765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/116519573176494765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/116519573176494765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2006/03/beijo-de-klimt.html' title='beijo de klimt'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-114100525762719441</id><published>2006-02-19T00:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-27T01:56:24.036Z</updated><title type='text'>Senta-te comigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/1273/1600/arvore_noite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="256" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/1273/320/arvore_noite.jpg" width="177" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vêm sentar-te comigo aqui na lua.&lt;br /&gt;Abandonaremos todas as frívolidades e banalidades&lt;br /&gt;deste mundo dos homens...&lt;br /&gt;Admiraremos estrelas cadentes&lt;br /&gt;e a beleza da mãe terra...&lt;br /&gt;Construiremos um palácio de diamantes e veludo&lt;br /&gt;onde poderemos observar a tela de constelações infinitas ...&lt;br /&gt;plantaremos túlipas, lirios-roxos e orquideas à nossa volta&lt;br /&gt;como um ode a beleza e ao amor...&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais nos perderemos no mundo sem tempo nem&lt;br /&gt;nas palavras por dizer...&lt;br /&gt;Agarrarei a mais brilhante estrela para te oferecer&lt;br /&gt;ela iluminará toda a poesia em tua alma e serás&lt;br /&gt;só tu... a mais bela estrela de todo o infinito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem sentar-te aqui comigo&lt;br /&gt;em qualquer lugar, em qualquer parte&lt;br /&gt;não tem importância onde...&lt;br /&gt;só a tua presença...&lt;br /&gt;leva-nos à nossa Lua&lt;br /&gt;com teu olhar e teus afectos plantamos orquídeas.&lt;br /&gt;Com a tua luz seremos estrelas...&lt;br /&gt;De mãos dadas que interessa a bsanalidade do mundo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-114100525762719441?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/114100525762719441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=114100525762719441&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/114100525762719441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/114100525762719441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2006/02/senta-te-comigo.html' title='Senta-te comigo'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-114101049476058016</id><published>2006-02-17T03:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-27T03:23:01.293Z</updated><title type='text'>correio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/1273/1600/saudades%205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="201" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/1273/400/saudades%205.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que as feridas te afastem e&lt;br /&gt;que te refugies em Lugares distantes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica atento ao correio&lt;br /&gt;receberás uma encomenda microscópica&lt;br /&gt;Revelar-se-à a arte da minha alma&lt;br /&gt;com sentimento devidamente autografado&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço nos contornos esfumados do&lt;br /&gt;o retrato da nossa amizade&lt;br /&gt;em cada brilho da tinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para : Jorge André Melo&lt;br /&gt;(se algum dia vires espero que te faça sorrir)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-114101049476058016?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/114101049476058016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=114101049476058016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/114101049476058016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/114101049476058016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2006/02/correio.html' title='correio'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-114100818821867746</id><published>2006-02-07T00:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-27T02:46:29.573Z</updated><title type='text'>ofereço-te um girassol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/1273/1600/girassois.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/1273/400/girassois.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha ofereço-te um Girassol&lt;br /&gt;planta-o para que floresça&lt;br /&gt;bem dentro de ti..&lt;br /&gt;Nem que o teu terreno seja árido&lt;br /&gt;deixa que ele cresça&lt;br /&gt;que te mostre sempre o sol e a lua prateada.&lt;br /&gt;Deixa que ele te ofereça a sua essência&lt;br /&gt;embebida em sonho sublime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este girassol&lt;br /&gt;guiar-te-á com vemência&lt;br /&gt;ao encontro de água pura e cristalina&lt;br /&gt;para que em tua boca nunca sequem&lt;br /&gt;palavras de veludo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o teu girassol envelhecer&lt;br /&gt;bem guardado em ti&lt;br /&gt;suas sementes poderás plantar&lt;br /&gt;alimenta-as com brilho de estrela&lt;br /&gt;segreda-lhes poemas para que possam florescer&lt;br /&gt;lindos e vistosos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada um deles&lt;br /&gt;em seus vasos imaginários poderás oferecer&lt;br /&gt;para que alguem que gostes muito&lt;br /&gt;tenha dentro de si...&lt;br /&gt;Uma linda pétala de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofereci este poema a um amigo :)&lt;br /&gt;Espero que ainda tenhas o girassol&lt;br /&gt;mt bem guardado dentro de ti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-114100818821867746?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/114100818821867746/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=114100818821867746&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/114100818821867746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/114100818821867746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2006/02/ofereo-te-um-girassol.html' title='ofereço-te um girassol'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-114100730802006824</id><published>2006-02-02T02:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-27T02:28:28.076Z</updated><title type='text'>Antoine de Saint-Exupery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/1273/1600/1349751.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/1273/200/1349751.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/1273/1600/1349751.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Cada um que passa em nossa vida,&lt;br /&gt;passa sozinho, pois cada pessoa e única&lt;br /&gt;e nenhuma substitui outra&lt;br /&gt;Cada um que passa em nossa vida,&lt;br /&gt;passa sozinho, mas não vai só&lt;br /&gt;nem nos deixa sós.&lt;br /&gt;Leva um pouco de nos mesmos,&lt;br /&gt;deixa um pouco de si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Ha os que levam muito,&lt;br /&gt;mas ha os que não levam nada.&lt;br /&gt;Essa e a maior responsabilidade de nossa vida,&lt;br /&gt;e a prova de que duas almas&lt;br /&gt;não se encontram ao acaso."&lt;br /&gt;(Antoine de Saint-Exupery)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suberbo :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-114100730802006824?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/114100730802006824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=114100730802006824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/114100730802006824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/114100730802006824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2006/02/antoine-de-saint-exupery.html' title='Antoine de Saint-Exupery'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-113924448115869171</id><published>2006-01-30T15:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-06T16:54:55.700Z</updated><title type='text'>Gosto de ti :* estrela cadente</title><content type='html'>Beijas-me a alma em silêncio &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/1273/1600/0616-000095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" height="203" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/1273/400/0616-000095.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e mostras-me calado&lt;br /&gt;todas as feridas e chagas&lt;br /&gt;que a solidão te provoca&lt;br /&gt;Continuas tão só&lt;br /&gt;mesmo no meio desta multidão...&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho olhado&lt;br /&gt;tão dentro de ti...&lt;br /&gt;reparas e finges não ter reparado...&lt;br /&gt;Ris-te e escondes as frustrações&lt;br /&gt;para nos enganares com a tua altivez...&lt;br /&gt;Mas só queria que soubesses&lt;br /&gt;o quanto para mim és estrela&lt;br /&gt;cadente e não decadente.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que será tal como é&lt;br /&gt;para sempre...&lt;br /&gt;Há coisas que nunca mudam...&lt;br /&gt;Mas és a minha estrela cadente&lt;br /&gt;O meus segredo bem guardado&lt;br /&gt;As minhas palavras por dizer...&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-te sem razão e com mais razão&lt;br /&gt;adoro-te ainda mais.&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia leres isto&lt;br /&gt;saberás que é para ti:*&lt;br /&gt;mas nunca deixes&lt;br /&gt;de me beijar a alma em silêncio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-113924448115869171?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/113924448115869171/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=113924448115869171&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/113924448115869171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/113924448115869171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2006/01/gosto-de-ti-estrela-cadente.html' title='Gosto de ti :* estrela cadente'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-114100958582810169</id><published>2006-01-30T02:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-27T03:06:25.963Z</updated><title type='text'>Tu de quem eu gosto :* Crónicas da Margarida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/1273/1600/026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/1273/400/026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/1273/1600/quenemalua.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gosto de te ver a rir e a brincar, gosto do teu cheiro e do teu olhar, gosto de te ter sempre perto e e sentir que tudo está certo, de saber que afinal vale a pena acreditar que um dia a paz acaba sempre por chegar, que não há esperas vãs nem dias perdidos, que todas as noites são de lua cheia e todas as manhãs estão cheias de ti, meu amor, quero-te, quero-te, quero-te.Por isso abre as mãos e o peito, deixa-me ficar para sempre lá dentro, guarda-me em ti e espera sem esperar a cada dia que passar, que este meu amor imenso, doce e imtemporal resista ao tempo, resista ao medo, resista ao mundo, resista a tudo e não precise de mais nada a não ser de TI, tu que és o princípio e fim, que estás no meio de tudo, que atravessas a vida de mão dada comigo, tu de quem eu gosto, gosto."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este é um excerto de uma crónica lindissima de uma escritora que eu não aprecio muito Margarida Rebelo Pinto. Quando li, apaixonei-me totalmente e pensei que se não fosse ela a escrever este texto, provavelmente eu escreveria um muito parecido :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-114100958582810169?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/114100958582810169/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=114100958582810169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/114100958582810169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/114100958582810169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2006/01/tu-de-quem-eu-gosto-crnicas-da.html' title='Tu de quem eu gosto :* Crónicas da Margarida'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-113570180528357586</id><published>2005-12-23T16:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-27T16:44:10.763Z</updated><title type='text'>Natal</title><content type='html'>Natal não deverá ser apenas Religião&lt;br /&gt;Natal não deverá ser apenas um Pinheiro&lt;br /&gt;Natal não deverá ser apenas embrulhos coloridos&lt;br /&gt;Nem sorrisos forçados&lt;br /&gt;Natal não deverá ser desculpa para um jantar em família&lt;br /&gt;Nem para mensagens pré-fabricadas ou postais electrónicos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natal para mim é amor&lt;br /&gt;Natal para mim é cor&lt;br /&gt;Natal para mim é oportunidade de estar&lt;br /&gt;e demonstrar também&lt;br /&gt;Que gosto das pessoas queridas&lt;br /&gt;Com quem compartilho Alegrias&lt;br /&gt;Principalmente aquela de estar ano após ano&lt;br /&gt;Na sua companhia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-113570180528357586?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/113570180528357586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=113570180528357586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/113570180528357586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/113570180528357586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/12/natal.html' title='Natal'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-116633799625735750</id><published>2005-12-20T06:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-17T06:46:36.276Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma musica marcante em muitos momentos</title><content type='html'>Vermillion part-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seemed dressed in all of me&lt;br /&gt;Stretched across my shame,&lt;br /&gt;All the torment and the pain&lt;br /&gt;Leaked through and covered me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything to have her to myself,&lt;br /&gt;Just to have her for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;When she makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is everything to me,&lt;br /&gt;The unrequited dream,&lt;br /&gt;The song that no one sings,&lt;br /&gt;The unattainable.&lt;br /&gt;She's a myth that I have to believe in,&lt;br /&gt;All I need to make it real is one more reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;when she makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't let this build up inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;I won't let this build up inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;I won't let this build up inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;I won't let this build up inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A catch in my throat,&lt;br /&gt;choke,&lt;br /&gt;Torn into pieces, I won't. No.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be this but&lt;br /&gt;I won't let this build up inside of me&lt;br /&gt;She isn't real.&lt;br /&gt;I can't make her real.&lt;br /&gt;She isn't real.&lt;br /&gt;I can't make her real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-116633799625735750?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/116633799625735750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/116633799625735750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/12/uma-musica-marcante-em-muitos-momentos.html' title='Uma musica marcante em muitos momentos'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-113570074495690130</id><published>2005-12-19T16:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-27T03:11:23.016Z</updated><title type='text'>A Minha Estrela Cadente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/1273/1600/borbo117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/1273/400/borbo117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apareceste de mansinho&lt;br /&gt;Deixando o teu brilho pelo meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Apagas-me e Acendes-me&lt;br /&gt;Sem pedir Licença&lt;br /&gt;Floresces e Desapareces&lt;br /&gt;Por dentro das minha crença de descrença&lt;br /&gt;Nos dias em que floresces adoro-te&lt;br /&gt;Nos dias que desapareces não sei que sentir&lt;br /&gt;És tal e qual uma estrela cadente&lt;br /&gt;Magnifica e Majestosa&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando se apaga&lt;br /&gt;Não se sabe se esteve a fingir...&lt;br /&gt;Que hei-de eu sentir por ti?&lt;br /&gt;como hei-de eu agir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço o meu desejo&lt;br /&gt;Ser estrela e Lua&lt;br /&gt;Ao teu lado&lt;br /&gt;Brilhar e ver-te brilhar&lt;br /&gt;No céu e no espaço&lt;br /&gt;uma janela aberta&lt;br /&gt;ou, talvez uma porta fechada&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é mais que incerto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-113570074495690130?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/113570074495690130/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=113570074495690130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/113570074495690130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/113570074495690130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/12/minha-estrela-cadente.html' title='A Minha Estrela Cadente'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-113570234051804939</id><published>2005-12-01T12:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-27T02:05:55.380Z</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma música que faz parte de mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/1273/1600/fada_unic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/1273/200/fada_unic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agarra-Me Esta Noite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Onde estiveres, eu estou&lt;br /&gt;Onde tu fores, eu vou&lt;br /&gt;Se tu quiseres assim&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo é o teu mundo&lt;br /&gt;E um beijo um segundo&lt;br /&gt;És parte de mim&lt;br /&gt;Para onde olhares, eu corro&lt;br /&gt;Se me faltares, eu morro&lt;br /&gt;Quando vieres, distante&lt;br /&gt;Solto as amarras&lt;br /&gt;E tocam guitarras&lt;br /&gt;Por ti, como dantes&lt;br /&gt;Agarra-me esta noite&lt;br /&gt;Sente o tempo que eu perdi (mmmmm)&lt;br /&gt;Agarra-me esta noite&lt;br /&gt;Que amanhã não estou aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Agarra-me esta noite&lt;br /&gt;Sente o tempo que eu perdi (mmmmm)&lt;br /&gt;Agarra-me esta noite&lt;br /&gt;Que amanhã não estou aqui."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-113570234051804939?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/113570234051804939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=113570234051804939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/113570234051804939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/113570234051804939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/12/mais-uma-msica-que-faz-parte-de-mim.html' title='Mais uma música que faz parte de mim'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-113570266858115472</id><published>2005-11-29T16:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-27T16:58:18.046Z</updated><title type='text'>Para além de adorar esta música, ela tem todo o sentido... Quem é que não se sente assim?</title><content type='html'>Fix You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you try your best,&lt;br /&gt;but you don't succeed&lt;br /&gt;When you get what you want,&lt;br /&gt;but not what you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel so tired,&lt;br /&gt;but you can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in reverse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the tears come streaming down your face&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you can't replace&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone, but it goes to waste&lt;br /&gt;Could it be worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And high up above or down below&lt;br /&gt;When you're too in love to let it go&lt;br /&gt;If you never try, then you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;Just what you're worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite you bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you cannot replace&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;br /&gt;And I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;br /&gt;I promise you that I'll learn from my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;br /&gt;And I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide to home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite to bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que haja sempre uma luz que nos leve a porto seguro....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-113570266858115472?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/113570266858115472/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=113570266858115472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/113570266858115472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/113570266858115472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/11/para-alm-de-adorar-esta-msica-ela-tem.html' title='Para além de adorar esta música, ela tem todo o sentido... Quem é que não se sente assim?'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-113191344429582255</id><published>2005-11-06T20:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-13T20:33:08.636Z</updated><title type='text'>Quadro Novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/1273/1600/images.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="151" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/1273/400/images.jpg" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pintei uma bomba&lt;br /&gt;Materializei-a em realidade&lt;br /&gt;Explodi com todo o universo&lt;br /&gt;Só nos estilhaços perdurou&lt;br /&gt;Sombra da memória&lt;br /&gt;Do que era perverso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinto agora, todo um novo universo&lt;br /&gt;Cores vivas de felicidade extrema&lt;br /&gt;Neste mundo novo&lt;br /&gt;A banalidade morreu de desgosto&lt;br /&gt;A monotonia partiu para marte&lt;br /&gt;E a tristeza , sem moradia e sem refúgio&lt;br /&gt;Perdeu o seu posto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesta minha nova tela&lt;br /&gt;A alegria toma conta de ti&lt;br /&gt;Prepara-te chá quente&lt;br /&gt;Aconchega-te o cobertor&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade aproxima-te dela&lt;br /&gt;Derrete o teu gelo com quentes mimos&lt;br /&gt;Presenteia-te um coração que sente&lt;br /&gt;E dentro de ti tatua estrelas de amor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-113191344429582255?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/113191344429582255/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=113191344429582255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/113191344429582255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/113191344429582255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/11/quadro-novo.html' title='Quadro Novo'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-113035139280215657</id><published>2005-10-26T19:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T19:29:52.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Libertação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/1273/1600/Na-lua.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/1273/320/Na-lua.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo&lt;br /&gt;ainda que a sede&lt;br /&gt;Pese todas as lágrimas do mundo&lt;br /&gt;E que aurora seja uma promessa&lt;br /&gt;Indecisa e teimosa&lt;br /&gt;Manter lábios de silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Mãos cortantes e pesadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não posso&lt;br /&gt;Ceder aos brilhos das fadas&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que meu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;se transforme em cactos&lt;br /&gt;meus olhos em estalactites&lt;br /&gt;e minha alma em feridas&lt;br /&gt;deixar de ceder&lt;br /&gt;ao grito de libertação&lt;br /&gt;do meu refugiado coração&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-113035139280215657?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/113035139280215657/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=113035139280215657&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/113035139280215657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/113035139280215657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/10/libertao.html' title='Libertação'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-113017290616031531</id><published>2005-10-24T17:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T17:55:06.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jorge Palma ... Sempre e para sempre um poeta</title><content type='html'>Sem dúvida, as minhas favoritas :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem és tu de novo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a janela se fecha e se transforma num ovo&lt;br /&gt;Ou se desfaz em estilhaços de céu azul e magenta&lt;br /&gt;E o meu olhar tem razões que o coração não frequenta&lt;br /&gt;or favor diz-me quem és tu, de novo?&lt;br /&gt;Quando o teu cheiro me leva às esquinas do vislumbre&lt;br /&gt;E toda a verdade em ti é coisa incerta e tão vasta&lt;br /&gt;Quem sou eu para negar que a tua presença me arrasta?&lt;br /&gt;Quem és tu, na imensidão do deslumbre?&lt;br /&gt;As redes são passageiras, as arquitecturas da fuga&lt;br /&gt;De toda a água que corre, de todo o vento que passa&lt;br /&gt;Quando uma teia se rasga ergo à lua a minha taça&lt;br /&gt;E vejo nascer no espelho mais uma ruga&lt;br /&gt;Quando o tecto se escancara e se confunde com a lua&lt;br /&gt;A apontar-me o caminho melhor do que qualquer estrela&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém me faz duvidar que foste sempre a mais bela&lt;br /&gt;Por favor, diz-me que és alguém, de novo?&lt;br /&gt;Quando a janela se fecha e se transforma num ovo&lt;br /&gt;Ou se desfaz em estilhaços de céu azul e magenta&lt;br /&gt;E o meu olhar tem razões que o coração não frequenta&lt;br /&gt;Por favor diz-me quem és tu, de novo?&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;O Meu Amor Existe :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Meu Amor Existe&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor tem lábios de silêncio&lt;br /&gt; E mãos de bailarina&lt;br /&gt;E voa como o vento&lt;br /&gt; E abraça-me onde a solidão termina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor tem trinta mil cavalos&lt;br /&gt;A galopar no peito&lt;br /&gt;E um sorriso só dela&lt;br /&gt;ue nasce quando a seu lado eu me deito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor ensinou-me a chegar&lt;br /&gt;Sedento de ternura&lt;br /&gt;Sarou as minhas feridas&lt;br /&gt; E pôs-me a salvo para além da loucura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor ensinou-me a partir&lt;br /&gt;Nalguma noite triste&lt;br /&gt;Mas antes, ensinou-me&lt;br /&gt;A não esquecer que o meu amor existe.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Na terra dos sonhos :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andava eu sem ter onde cair vivo&lt;br /&gt;Fui procurar abrigo nas frases estudadas do senhor doutor&lt;br /&gt;Ai de mim não era nada daquilo que eu queria&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém se compreendia e eu vi que a coisa ia de mal a pior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na terra dos sonhos, podes ser quem tu és, ninguém te leva a mal&lt;br /&gt;Na terra dos sonhos toda a gente trata a gente toda por igual&lt;br /&gt;Na terra dos sonhos não há pó nas entrelinhas, ninguém se pode enganar&lt;br /&gt;Abre bem os olhos, escuta bem o coração, se é que queres ir para lá morar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andava eu sózinho a tremer de frio&lt;br /&gt;Fui procurar calor e ternura nos braços de uma mulher&lt;br /&gt;Mas esqueci-me de lhe dar também um pouco de atenção&lt;br /&gt;E a minha solidão não me largou da mão nem um minuto sequer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na terra dos sonhos, podes ser quem tu és, ninguém te leva a mal&lt;br /&gt;Na terra dos sonhos toda a gente trata a gente toda por igual&lt;br /&gt;Na terra dos sonhos não há pó nas entrelinhas, ninguém se pode enganar&lt;br /&gt;Abre bem os olhos, escuta bem o coração, se é que queres ir para lá morar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se queres ver o Mundo inteiro à tua altura&lt;br /&gt;Tens de olhar para fora, sem esqueceres que dentro é que é o teu lugar&lt;br /&gt;E se às duas por três vires que perdeste o balanço&lt;br /&gt;Não penses em descanso, está ao teu alcance, tens de o reencontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na terra dos sonhos, podes ser quem tu és, ninguém te leva a mal&lt;br /&gt;Na terra dos sonhos toda a gente trata a gente toda por igual&lt;br /&gt;Na terra dos sonhos não há pó nas entrelinhas, ninguém se pode enganar&lt;br /&gt;Abre bem os olhos, escuta bem o coração, se é que queres ir para lá morar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Meu Amor (Agora Não Fiques Para Aí A Dormir)  :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor,Parece que agora vou seguir sem ti&lt;br /&gt;Subir e descer, Correr na lama e voar outra vez...&lt;br /&gt;Sei muito bem onde quero chegar&lt;br /&gt;E sei que não há tempo a perder&lt;br /&gt;Que a tua voz me possa encorajar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor,&lt;br /&gt;Agora não fiques para ai a dormir...&lt;br /&gt;Um fato de marinheiro&lt;br /&gt;Não chega para se entender o mar.&lt;br /&gt;Espero que aprendas bem a remar&lt;br /&gt;E espero que a luz do teu farol&lt;br /&gt;Te possa sempre iluminar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Há tanto tempo (espero por ti) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há tanto tempo espero por ti&lt;br /&gt; na solidão do meu lugar&lt;br /&gt;vem aquecer-me a cama&lt;br /&gt;traz flores para o jantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre habitaste o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;és a razão do meu fervor&lt;br /&gt;mas não te vejo a cara&lt;br /&gt;não sinto o teu calor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podes contar ao mundo&lt;br /&gt;como eu te procurei&lt;br /&gt;quando me for embora&lt;br /&gt;diz que te encontrei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que tu não sejas real&lt;br /&gt;ou sejas quem eu não previ&lt;br /&gt;hei-de inventar-te sempre&lt;br /&gt;hei-de esperar por ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podes contar ao mundo&lt;br /&gt;como eu te procurei&lt;br /&gt;quando me for embora&lt;br /&gt;diz que te encontrei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando eu me for embora&lt;br /&gt;diz que te encontrei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Demónios interiores :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entei à minha mesa&lt;br /&gt;os meus demónios interiores&lt;br /&gt;falei-lhes com franquezad&lt;br /&gt;os meus piores temores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tratei-os com carinho&lt;br /&gt;pus jarra de flores&lt;br /&gt;abri o melhor vinho&lt;br /&gt;trouxe amêndoas e licores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chamei-os pelo nome&lt;br /&gt;quebrei a etiqueta&lt;br /&gt;matei-lhes a sede e a fome&lt;br /&gt;dei-lhes cabo da dieta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conheci bem cada um&lt;br /&gt;pus de lado toda a farsa&lt;br /&gt;abri a minha alma&lt;br /&gt;como se fosse um comparsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E no fim, já bem bebidos&lt;br /&gt;demos abraços fraternos&lt;br /&gt;saíram de mansinho&lt;br /&gt;aos primeiros alvores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de copos bem erguidos&lt;br /&gt;brindámos aos infernos&lt;br /&gt;fizeram-se ao caminho&lt;br /&gt;sem mágoas nem rancores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeus, foi um prazer!&lt;br /&gt;disseram a cantar&lt;br /&gt;mantém a mesa posta&lt;br /&gt;prque havemos de voltar ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O jorginho , é realmente, um génio...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que ele escreve é lindo e profundo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-113017290616031531?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/113017290616031531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=113017290616031531&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/113017290616031531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/113017290616031531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/10/jorge-palma-sempre-e-para-sempre-um.html' title='Jorge Palma ... Sempre e para sempre um poeta'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-113035161591413539</id><published>2005-10-23T19:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T19:33:35.913+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nazim Hikmet</title><content type='html'>O mais belo dos mares,  &lt;br /&gt;é aquele que ainda não vimos.&lt;br /&gt;A mais linda criança,&lt;br /&gt;ainda não nasceu.&lt;br /&gt;Os nossos dias mais formosos,&lt;br /&gt;ainda não os vivemos.&lt;br /&gt;E o melhor de tudo que tenho para te dizer&lt;br /&gt;,ainda não te disse:&lt;br /&gt;amo-te...hoje...e sempre...                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazim Hikmet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-113035161591413539?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/113035161591413539/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=113035161591413539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/113035161591413539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/113035161591413539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/10/nazim-hikmet.html' title='Nazim Hikmet'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-113017318459798510</id><published>2005-10-18T17:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T17:59:44.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um poema que adoro desde muito pequenina</title><content type='html'>Eu Vou Te Amar&lt;br /&gt;(letra de Vinícius de Moraes/ música de Tom Jobim)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que eu vou-te amar&lt;br /&gt;Por toda a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou-te amar&lt;br /&gt; Em cada despedida&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou-te amar&lt;br /&gt;Desesperadamente,&lt;br /&gt; Eu sei que vou-te amar&lt;br /&gt; Ahhh&lt;br /&gt;Por cada verso meu, cada verso meu&lt;br /&gt;Será para te dizer que&lt;br /&gt; Eu sei que vou-te amar&lt;br /&gt; Por toda a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que vou-te amar&lt;br /&gt;Por toda a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou-te amar&lt;br /&gt;Em cada despedida&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou-te amar&lt;br /&gt;Desesperadamente&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que eu vou-te amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que eu vou-te amar&lt;br /&gt;Por toda a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou-te amar&lt;br /&gt;Em cada despedida&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou-te amar&lt;br /&gt;Desesperadamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que eu vou-te amar&lt;br /&gt; Por toda a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que vou chorar&lt;br /&gt;A cada ausência tua&lt;br /&gt; Eu vou chorar&lt;br /&gt;Mas cada volta tua&lt;br /&gt;Há-de apagar&lt;br /&gt;O que esta ausência tua me causou&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que vou sofrer&lt;br /&gt;A eterna desventura de viver&lt;br /&gt;À espera de viver&lt;br /&gt;Ao lado teu&lt;br /&gt; Por toda a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que vou-te amar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-112924944890717178</id><published>2005-10-14T01:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T01:24:08.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Que um dia seja leve</title><content type='html'>Que um dia seja leve&lt;br /&gt;a dor de meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia seja alegre&lt;br /&gt;o sentimento contrafeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a dor por fim acabe&lt;br /&gt;Que as lágrimas cessem&lt;br /&gt;O preto que se torne purpura&lt;br /&gt;Que a tristeza desabe&lt;br /&gt;por fim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a tez clara&lt;br /&gt;pinte a minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Que as minhas pernas&lt;br /&gt;dancem sem tremer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o meu interior de inverno&lt;br /&gt;seja primavera ...&lt;br /&gt;já amanha&lt;br /&gt;Que as minhas palavras riam&lt;br /&gt;e o inferno seja Céu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-112924944890717178?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/112924944890717178/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=112924944890717178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/112924944890717178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/112924944890717178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/10/que-um-dia-seja-leve.html' title='Que um dia seja leve'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-112923026257051457</id><published>2005-10-13T20:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T20:08:08.033Z</updated><title type='text'>lindo este poema</title><content type='html'>Vinicius de Morais :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei e você sabe&lt;br /&gt;Já que a vida quis assim&lt;br /&gt;Que nada nesse mundo levará você de mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei e você sabe&lt;br /&gt;Que a distância não existe&lt;br /&gt;Que todo grande amor&lt;br /&gt;Só é bem grande se for triste&lt;br /&gt;Por isso meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Não tenha medo de sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Que todos os caminhos&lt;br /&gt;Me encaminham a você.&lt;br /&gt;Assim como o Oceano, só é belo com o luar&lt;br /&gt;Assim como a Canção, só tem razão se se cantar&lt;br /&gt;Assim como uma nuvem, só acontece se chover&lt;br /&gt;Assim como o poeta, só é bem grande se sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Assim como viver sem ter amor, não é viver&lt;br /&gt;Não há você sem mim&lt;br /&gt;E eu não existo sem você!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-112923026257051457?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/112923026257051457/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=112923026257051457&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/112923026257051457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/112923026257051457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/10/lindo-este-poema.html' title='lindo este poema'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-112924889651193561</id><published>2005-10-12T01:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T01:14:56.520+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vejo os teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;em todas as faces...&lt;br /&gt;Vejo a tua imagem&lt;br /&gt;onde tu não estás...&lt;br /&gt;Vejo as tuas mãos&lt;br /&gt;no escuro do meu quarto&lt;br /&gt;Vejo os teus beijos&lt;br /&gt;em  meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Vejo tua silhueta&lt;br /&gt;perdida nos teus lençois&lt;br /&gt;Vejo tua glória&lt;br /&gt;traição do coração&lt;br /&gt;Vejo tua alma&lt;br /&gt;bem tatuada na dolorosa memória.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-112924889651193561?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/112924889651193561/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=112924889651193561&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/112924889651193561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/112924889651193561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/10/vejo-os-teus-olhos-em-todas-as-faces.html' title=''/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-112930296178201720</id><published>2005-09-25T22:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T16:16:01.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundo desordenado</title><content type='html'>Se o sangue envenenado&lt;br /&gt;para-se de correr&lt;br /&gt;sentir-me-ia satisfeita.&lt;br /&gt;Transformar um  mundo desornenado&lt;br /&gt;numa tela perfeita&lt;br /&gt;A droga da alma&lt;br /&gt;viciada em sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;esforça-se, coitada&lt;br /&gt;levantar-se da falta&lt;br /&gt;de céus estrelados&lt;br /&gt;de paraísos cortantes&lt;br /&gt;respirações perfeitas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-112930296178201720?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/112930296178201720/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=112930296178201720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/112930296178201720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/112930296178201720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/09/mundo-desordenado_25.html' title='Mundo desordenado'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-112924766031726926</id><published>2005-09-08T01:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T00:54:20.333+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>8 de Setembro :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste dia 8&lt;br /&gt;esperei segundos de arco-iris&lt;br /&gt;Bebedeira no perfume&lt;br /&gt;Vicio nas mãos sedentas&lt;br /&gt;De um toque possessivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aguardei sobre o meu sonho&lt;br /&gt;Delírios de Veludo&lt;br /&gt;Conspirei um momento&lt;br /&gt; sentir a candura&lt;br /&gt;e a ternura de 2 anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspirei a tua memória&lt;br /&gt;e no teu recanto escondido&lt;br /&gt;Umas palavras singelas&lt;br /&gt;sentir um segundo&lt;br /&gt;em que a tua alma emanasse&lt;br /&gt;24 meses de amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-112924766031726926?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/112924766031726926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=112924766031726926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/112924766031726926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/112924766031726926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/09/8-de-setembro-neste-dia-8-esperei.html' title=''/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-112923108388776602</id><published>2005-08-13T12:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T20:18:03.886+01:00</updated><title type='text'>contra mim</title><content type='html'>Contra mim dia cinzento&lt;br /&gt;Contra mim pesado afecto&lt;br /&gt;contra mim a quimica do mundo&lt;br /&gt;e a razão das razões desconhecidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contra mim os dias iguais&lt;br /&gt;Contra mim as superficialidades banais&lt;br /&gt;Contra mim o silêncio das palavras&lt;br /&gt;sem sentido ou significado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contra mim o teu jeito meigo&lt;br /&gt;Contra mim as tuas sardas&lt;br /&gt;Contra mim as promessas perdidas&lt;br /&gt;e o dia em que n sorriste mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-112923108388776602?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/112923108388776602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/112923108388776602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/08/contra-mim.html' title='contra mim'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-112924822338005740</id><published>2005-07-26T00:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T18:37:33.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Como adoro estes poemas de Ruy Belo</title><content type='html'>Nomeei-te no meio dos meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;chamei por ti na minha solidão&lt;br /&gt;troquei o céu azul pelos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;e o meu sólido chão pelo teu amor&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;Contigo aprendi coisas tão simples&lt;br /&gt;como a forma de convívio com o meu cabelo ralo&lt;br /&gt;e a diversa cor que há nos olhos das pessoas&lt;br /&gt;Só tu me acompanhastes súbitos momentos&lt;br /&gt;quando tudo ruía ao meu redor&lt;br /&gt;e me sentia só e no cabo do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Contigo fui cruel no dia a dia&lt;br /&gt;mais que mulher tu és já a minha única viúva&lt;br /&gt;Não posso dar-te mais do te dou&lt;br /&gt;este molhado olhar de homem&lt;br /&gt;que morre e se comove ao ver-te&lt;br /&gt;assim presente tão subitamente .&lt;br /&gt;____&lt;br /&gt;Este céu passará&lt;br /&gt;e então teu riso descerá dos montes pelos rios&lt;br /&gt;até desaguar no nosso coração .&lt;br /&gt;____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compreensão da árvore :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tua voz edifica-me sílaba a sílaba&lt;br /&gt;e é árvore desde as raízes aos ramos&lt;br /&gt;Cantas em mim a primavera&lt;br /&gt;breve tempo e depois os pássaros irão povoar de ti novas solidões&lt;br /&gt;E eu sentirei na fronte permanentemente&lt;br /&gt;o sudário levemente branco do teu grande silêncio&lt;br /&gt;ó canção&lt;br /&gt;ó país&lt;br /&gt;ó cidade sonhada d&lt;br /&gt;ominicalmente aberta ao mar&lt;br /&gt;que por fim pousas na fímbria desta tua superfície.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-112924822338005740?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/112924822338005740/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=112924822338005740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/112924822338005740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/112924822338005740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/07/como-adoro-estes-poemas-de-ruy-belo.html' title='Como adoro estes poemas de Ruy Belo'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-113035058692782458</id><published>2005-06-26T19:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T19:16:26.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/1273/1600/lua1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/1273/320/lua1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelo sorriso da tua face&lt;br /&gt;Todo o brilho da lua te ofereceria&lt;br /&gt;Pelo calor dos teus braços&lt;br /&gt;toda a poesia do mundo te sussurraria&lt;br /&gt;Pelo dia que em ti nasce&lt;br /&gt;dar-te-ia toda uma constelação&lt;br /&gt;Pelo teu coração&lt;br /&gt;Morreria e renasceria&lt;br /&gt;em todos os teus abraços.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-113035058692782458?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/113035058692782458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=113035058692782458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/113035058692782458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/113035058692782458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/06/pelo-sorriso-da-tua-face-todo-o-brilho.html' title=''/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-112042955078321257</id><published>2005-06-20T22:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T17:41:09.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lua em torno do sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sou como a Lua que cresce e sempre há-de crescer, em torno de um sol imaginário... uma luz que me envolve e me toca sempre em contornos de veludo... delicada e espirituosa... Sussura baixinho a air on a g string to Bach que me comove e me enche de esperança... que me acalenta na sua mistura de tristeza e de alegria, num verdadeiro grito à vida e à coragem de seguir sempre em frente e nunca parar na vida igual de sempre , nas coisas iguais de sempre e na tristeza infindável das horas vagas, dos dias perdidos, dos sentimentos vazios e da vulgaridade confortável e geral de toda a gente. A luz cresce em mim , não a vontade de mudar o mundo mas a vontade de me mudar a mim mesma nos momentos errados e não sucumbir ao banal de tudo... não muda-lo mas não ser igual a ele. Essa luz , terna ora doce ora amarga, faz-me rondar à sua volta, efeito centripto, o desejo de me procurar, ser cada vez mais parte de mim, mais igual a mim... reeancontrar o sítio onde me perdi nos confins do mundo e construir o meu abrigo sólido, seguro.... Com uma porta central e aberta para aqueles que me tocam a alma e fazem parte do meu sonho, dos meus tijolos, das minhas escadas, das minhas paredes e das muitas e infindáveis linhas dos livros da minha estante infinita das palavras ditas nunca esquecidas... os sorrisos e as lágrimas dos meus quadros, da tinta que escorreu das minhas mãos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-112042955078321257?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/112042955078321257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=112042955078321257&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/112042955078321257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/112042955078321257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/06/lua-em-torno-do-sol.html' title='A Lua em torno do sol'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14165698.post-113071124125552524</id><published>2005-04-17T22:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T22:53:51.226Z</updated><title type='text'>Não te conheço</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/1273/1600/CASZ4FGB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" height="183" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/1273/320/CASZ4FGB.jpg" width="313" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não conheço teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;tua cor de pele&lt;br /&gt;O brilho dos teus olhos não recordo&lt;br /&gt;Nem recordo também os caminhos&lt;br /&gt;Com que apagas a sede&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que fragâncias tem teu cheiro&lt;br /&gt;Que Melodia tem tua voz&lt;br /&gt;Que te provoca arrepios&lt;br /&gt;também não sei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas sei que ela espera por ti&lt;br /&gt;Suas lágrimas gelam-lhe a face&lt;br /&gt;Molham o seu cabelo escorrido&lt;br /&gt;e seu peito acelera&lt;br /&gt;qdo repara os minutos a correrem em noite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas lhe deixaste&lt;br /&gt;perda no seu caminho perdido&lt;br /&gt;seus tumulos labios por beijar&lt;br /&gt;tatuagem da ansia de tua alma possuir&lt;br /&gt;em todas as veias do seu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para a minha grande amiga&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca mais ninguem te deixe assim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14165698-113071124125552524?l=o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/113071124125552524/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14165698&amp;postID=113071124125552524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/113071124125552524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14165698/posts/default/113071124125552524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-outro-lado-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/04/no-te-conheo.html' title='Não te conheço'/><author><name>Cátia Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116178297765936527566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UaxxBspmnFw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/ZyRDtzjV5bo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
