<?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-3461011547635417688</id><updated>2012-02-01T04:46:51.900Z</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos e Devaneios  Águia_Livre</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>256</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-9065467919749078283</id><published>2012-01-20T17:54:00.004Z</published><updated>2012-01-20T18:04:02.887Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EJ6G_Xugf3E/TxmqXL7INLI/AAAAAAAAG2k/ukOojhNbvJA/s1600/Corpo%2Bde%2Bmulher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EJ6G_Xugf3E/TxmqXL7INLI/AAAAAAAAG2k/ukOojhNbvJA/s320/Corpo%2Bde%2Bmulher.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699774118728578226" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O teu corpo, livro aberto, onde leio&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Palavras de sentido desperto&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Qual sol quente, doce e  incerto&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que me aquece enquanto passeio&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O teu corpo, feito chuva de verão&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Onde por efeitos lânguidos me deito&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Folhas por delírio em suor desfeito&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Livro aberto, na palma da minha mão&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O teu corpo, onde deixo os meus beijos&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;carícia da minha eterne ansiedade&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sentimento de singeleza e verdade&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Livro aberto, dos meus sonhos e desejos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-9065467919749078283?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/9065467919749078283/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=9065467919749078283' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/9065467919749078283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/9065467919749078283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-teu-corpo-livro-aberto-onde-leio.html' title=''/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EJ6G_Xugf3E/TxmqXL7INLI/AAAAAAAAG2k/ukOojhNbvJA/s72-c/Corpo%2Bde%2Bmulher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-5123853330114420284</id><published>2012-01-20T16:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-20T16:15:02.188Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xhb33U3Xzb0/TxmQXZtMZpI/AAAAAAAAG2Y/u0Ge_ruNNG8/s1600/olhando_o_mar%2Bdferfg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xhb33U3Xzb0/TxmQXZtMZpI/AAAAAAAAG2Y/u0Ge_ruNNG8/s320/olhando_o_mar%2Bdferfg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699745535125907090" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olhas o Mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olhas o além&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;em silêncio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de uma alma contida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pelo anelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;esquecido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do ontem que vês sobre as águas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;turbulentas de imaginação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afagas o teu peito sequioso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de esquecimento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fechas os sentidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no olhar do teu desejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do que não queres pensar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como se sentisses o beijo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas sentes a dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;qual amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que te agarra e faz sofrer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que partiu sem nada dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deixando a ferida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no teu peito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que grita sem jeito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e olhando o infinito em desatino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorris, porque o destino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;te diz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que o teu espírito de clamor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;qual esperança de amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vai chegar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para te beijar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vindo sobre as águas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do infindo do MAR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-5123853330114420284?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/5123853330114420284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=5123853330114420284' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/5123853330114420284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/5123853330114420284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2012/01/olhas-o-mar.html' title=''/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xhb33U3Xzb0/TxmQXZtMZpI/AAAAAAAAG2Y/u0Ge_ruNNG8/s72-c/olhando_o_mar%2Bdferfg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-7034179150543791330</id><published>2011-12-31T18:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-31T18:27:44.563Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zt_dN2Mxt1Q/Tv9T7muU42I/AAAAAAAAGzA/_QWXQN-4mCU/s1600/ano_novo_005.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 312px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zt_dN2Mxt1Q/Tv9T7muU42I/AAAAAAAAGzA/_QWXQN-4mCU/s320/ano_novo_005.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692360737491837794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FELIZ ANO NOVO de 2012 PARA TODOS OS AMIGOS/AS deste cantinho. Sejam sempre muito felizes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-7034179150543791330?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/7034179150543791330/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=7034179150543791330' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/7034179150543791330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/7034179150543791330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/feliz-ano-novo-de-2012-para-todos-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zt_dN2Mxt1Q/Tv9T7muU42I/AAAAAAAAGzA/_QWXQN-4mCU/s72-c/ano_novo_005.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-6875707208449898213</id><published>2011-12-20T15:29:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-20T15:31:14.495Z</updated><title type='text'>Carinho .......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ynFWHjv9cK0/TvCp_U9KJ3I/AAAAAAAAGw8/Iu9bUCW2kGU/s1600/Calma-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ynFWHjv9cK0/TvCp_U9KJ3I/AAAAAAAAGw8/Iu9bUCW2kGU/s320/Calma-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688233234791016306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em teu coração o meu  ofereço&lt;br /&gt;Num amor em forma de alento&lt;br /&gt;Apenas benevolência te peço&lt;br /&gt;Carinho que por ti serei atento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que saibas que em cada momento&lt;br /&gt;Serás em minha alma o meu encanto&lt;br /&gt;Que por ti vagueia o meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Por não ter culpa de te querer tanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia me procurares na alma&lt;br /&gt;Sentirás em delírio a voz estremecer&lt;br /&gt;Como fogo que arde em acesa chama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como água  que o coração acalma&lt;br /&gt;Numa vontade de sentir e merecer&lt;br /&gt;O amor deste homem que te ama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-6875707208449898213?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/6875707208449898213/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=6875707208449898213' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/6875707208449898213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/6875707208449898213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/carinho.html' title='Carinho .......'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ynFWHjv9cK0/TvCp_U9KJ3I/AAAAAAAAGw8/Iu9bUCW2kGU/s72-c/Calma-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-7312881940597712878</id><published>2011-11-26T08:26:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-26T08:29:04.069Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rSgj3cFjYIY/TtCi9XJg9HI/AAAAAAAAGoM/xLAmrpBZOCc/s1600/Dois%2Bcoracoes.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rSgj3cFjYIY/TtCi9XJg9HI/AAAAAAAAGoM/xLAmrpBZOCc/s320/Dois%2Bcoracoes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679218305183839346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se o amor fosse como o vento&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Levar-te-ia mensagem bonita&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Saberias o meu pensamento&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que é amar-te na forma infinita&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sentirias na pele a suavidade&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do meu carinho e afeição&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E num sorriso de felicidade&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aceitarias o meu coração&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/3461011547635417688-7312881940597712878?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/7312881940597712878/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=7312881940597712878' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/7312881940597712878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/7312881940597712878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2011/11/se-o-amor-fosse-como-o-vento-levar-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rSgj3cFjYIY/TtCi9XJg9HI/AAAAAAAAGoM/xLAmrpBZOCc/s72-c/Dois%2Bcoracoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-8733733621143504521</id><published>2011-11-26T07:38:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-11-26T07:48:19.704Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-15TbZJD9HOA/TtCY7wD2HkI/AAAAAAAAGoA/yOGzp9eK1G8/s1600/004l053EOJi.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-15TbZJD9HOA/TtCY7wD2HkI/AAAAAAAAGoA/yOGzp9eK1G8/s320/004l053EOJi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679207282394930754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meu amor&lt;div&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olha-me&lt;div&gt;Deixa que te guie na vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acompanha-me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nada temas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tem confiança em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tem confiança em ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E caminha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mãos dados, confiantes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abracemos a felicidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sejamos unos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na viagem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com coragem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje, como antes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caminha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem temores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque nós dois, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entre amores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chegaremos ao fim da viagem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juntos, unidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez vencidos, pela saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas em felicidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caminhemos os dois&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apaixonados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem pensar na idade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-8733733621143504521?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' 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width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-15TbZJD9HOA/TtCY7wD2HkI/AAAAAAAAGoA/yOGzp9eK1G8/s72-c/004l053EOJi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-4022577336306881110</id><published>2011-09-06T17:02:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T17:05:55.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kY0HrU9kaRU/TmZEOzJJsQI/AAAAAAAAGX8/aW131rC-yZ0/s1600/homem%2Bsozinho%2Bno%2Bcaminho%2Bbranco.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kY0HrU9kaRU/TmZEOzJJsQI/AAAAAAAAGX8/aW131rC-yZ0/s320/homem%2Bsozinho%2Bno%2Bcaminho%2Bbranco.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649277803620315394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Para quê sofrer por amor, por alguém&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mesmo sendo forte o sentimento&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quando o rancor, feito desdém&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;É o mesmo que abraçar o vento&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Somos na vida um pedaço de tormento&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Devaneamos com o prazer de um beijo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tendo na alma, o mesmo pensamento&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fidalga ilusão sentida do meu desejo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E quando a ilusão da mente se desfaz&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Um novo alento em nós se apraz&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E sonha numa fé antes perdida&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Como se da noite não se seguisse o dia&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E ao coração dizer-lhe que não podia&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amar-te se já nem em mim, existe vida&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-4022577336306881110?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/4022577336306881110/comments/default' title='Enviar 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class="MsoNormal"&gt;Soubesse eu onde tu éstás&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Soubesse eu como és&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Soubesse eu como pensas&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Soubesse eu como sorris&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Soubesse eu imaginar-te&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Soubesse eu o quanto me imaginas&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Decerto que saberia procurar-te&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E dizer-te: És tão bonita&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-2336974243304706486?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/2336974243304706486/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-or3oPv-NIuU/TmYdoJRmWaI/AAAAAAAAGX0/mngoTZv0AIs/s72-c/doce_imaginacao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-3171190240198469560</id><published>2011-08-28T11:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T11:46:01.561+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OHyL7X2UPuk/TlocPZJyIyI/AAAAAAAAGV8/0UFCmX4YRu8/s1600/Escuta%2Bdocemente.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OHyL7X2UPuk/TlocPZJyIyI/AAAAAAAAGV8/0UFCmX4YRu8/s320/Escuta%2Bdocemente.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645856133637874466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se me deixasses falar-te ao ouvido&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se me desses essa oportunidade&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se me desses tudo o que faz sentido&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu não escrevia estes versos de saudade&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se soubesses a dolência no meu ser&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se soubesses quanto&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a alma chora&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se soubesses o quanto te quero dizer&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;saberias o sofrimento que sinto agora&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se soubesses o valor de um simples beijo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se soubesses quanto se sofre por desejo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se soubesses o valor da luz da aurora&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se soubesses o que me vai na alma&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se soubesses aquilo que me acalma&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;dar-me-ias um beijinho agora&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-3171190240198469560?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/3171190240198469560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=3171190240198469560' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-3761561945853997288</id><published>2011-08-28T11:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T11:08:29.585+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-soXbtErTtkE/TloTAmf2OvI/AAAAAAAAGV0/3UMIbC643JE/s1600/casal%2Bno%2Bcampo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-soXbtErTtkE/TloTAmf2OvI/AAAAAAAAGV0/3UMIbC643JE/s320/casal%2Bno%2Bcampo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645845983917390578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se adivinhasses o meu pensamento&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se sentisses como sofre o meu coração&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Talvez perdesses um pouco de tempo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dando-me o textura da tua mão&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se soubesses como &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;te admiro&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se a erudição te deixasse olhar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Verias que nunca me retiro&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Da sapiência de te desejar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se visses como os teus lábios sorriem&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se o &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;teu espelho te falasse ao ouvido&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No coração e na alma sentirias&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que a nossa desunião não faz sentido&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dá-me a tua mão e anda comigo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pelos campos amor espalhando&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E verás que faz todo o sentido&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nós dois, juntos, caminhando&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-3761561945853997288?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/3761561945853997288/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=3761561945853997288' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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NATAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/TRNr3jBGkyI/AAAAAAAAFcg/GZkVcYWodOU/s1600/feliz-natal-mensagens_594226534_0258.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/TRNr3jBGkyI/AAAAAAAAFcg/GZkVcYWodOU/s320/feliz-natal-mensagens_594226534_0258.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553901367514796834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;UM SANTO E FELIZ NATAL PARA TODOS/AS OS AMIGOS/AS DESTE CANTINHO&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;QUE SEJAM SEMPRE MUITO FELIZES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-5924153364188127841?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/TRNr3jBGkyI/AAAAAAAAFcg/GZkVcYWodOU/s72-c/feliz-natal-mensagens_594226534_0258.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-8122667463569083544</id><published>2010-12-02T16:37:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-02T16:41:46.024Z</updated><title type='text'>Um olhar ... solitário</title><content type='html'>Se eu pudesse falar-te e dizer&lt;br /&gt;Olha-me, e sorri sem ironia&lt;br /&gt;Era o mesmo que me apetecer&lt;br /&gt;Amar-te em pura fantasia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ver os teus olhos sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;E os teus lábios molhados&lt;br /&gt;É na alma estar sentindo&lt;br /&gt;O sabor dos beijos trocados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num olhar deserto e de paixão&lt;br /&gt;Apoio os meus sentidos nos teus&lt;br /&gt;Entrego-te o meu pobre coração&lt;br /&gt;E afasto-me solitário no adeus&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-8122667463569083544?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/8122667463569083544/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=8122667463569083544' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/8122667463569083544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/8122667463569083544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2010/12/um-olhar-apenas.html' title='Um olhar ... solitário'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-1489441220956586549</id><published>2010-10-13T18:14:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T20:57:29.384+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O teu abraço</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/TLXpQLO31NI/AAAAAAAAFF8/9-wZTHCzyL4/s1600/Sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo+11111111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527580581769499858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/TLXpQLO31NI/AAAAAAAAFF8/9-wZTHCzyL4/s320/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo+11111111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jornadeando em areais de amor&lt;br /&gt;Entre passos trémulos e sem sentido&lt;br /&gt;Aguava os pés em "pétalas" de flor&lt;br /&gt;Recordando eras de um amor vivido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhos cerrados em afilado pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Pensava em teus encantos de jasmim&lt;br /&gt;Em todos um maravilhoso momento&lt;br /&gt;Que em querença te senti junto de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faltos em desvairais de dor esquecida&lt;br /&gt;Nos leva no espírito um amor de vida&lt;br /&gt;Que acarreta os sentidos dos meus passos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na alma, o lampejar do ser bem-vindo&lt;br /&gt;Encontro-me sobre as areias, sentindo&lt;br /&gt;Teu afagar ávido entre os meus braços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-1489441220956586549?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/1489441220956586549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=1489441220956586549' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/1489441220956586549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/1489441220956586549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2010/10/jornadeando-em-areais-de-amor-entre.html' title='O teu abraço'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/TLXpQLO31NI/AAAAAAAAFF8/9-wZTHCzyL4/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo+11111111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-7280930165175815729</id><published>2010-10-10T05:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T05:39:45.609+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor eterno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/TLFDgO3P7zI/AAAAAAAAFE0/48AM2Nwevfk/s1600/images+hjythj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526272438785011506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/TLFDgO3P7zI/AAAAAAAAFE0/48AM2Nwevfk/s320/images+hjythj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Penso em outros sentidos e eras&lt;br /&gt;Em que a felicidade era a vida&lt;br /&gt;Rebolei entre círculos e esferas&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo o gosto da boca ferida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eras flor em campo, madrigais&lt;br /&gt;Florando em todas as Primaveras&lt;br /&gt;Olhar meu em todos os Natais&lt;br /&gt;Em noites arrefecidas e severas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre quimeras olhando o vago&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo as frias águas do lago&lt;br /&gt;Adormeci em aljôfar de calma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre delírios do infinito coração&lt;br /&gt;Senti a suavidade da tua mão&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo carícias na minha alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-7280930165175815729?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/7280930165175815729/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=7280930165175815729' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-5449726759779868997</id><published>2010-08-06T00:27:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T00:35:46.582+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor em sonho...de sentidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/TFtJUwFPM-I/AAAAAAAAEx4/UDZZ5O5q1Rk/s1600/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo+bgt.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502071990616273890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/TFtJUwFPM-I/AAAAAAAAEx4/UDZZ5O5q1Rk/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo+bgt.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nasce na minha essência, o grito&lt;br /&gt;O anelo de te ter em sonho de amor&lt;br /&gt;Como um aperto em coração aflito&lt;br /&gt;Te beijo em aroma de cristalina flor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como água em rio diáfano e gótico&lt;br /&gt;Sinto na alma o odor dos teus beijos&lt;br /&gt;E acordo ao sentir teu corpo exótico&lt;br /&gt;Degolando de sabor os meus desejos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobrindo em ti branco velamento&lt;br /&gt;Eu ar fresco de resplendor ardente&lt;br /&gt;Como frincha de desvario em vento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-me acordar em púrpura torrente&lt;br /&gt;Enlaçando teu corpo de alma quente&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo o teu suspirar em movimento&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-5449726759779868997?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/5449726759779868997/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=5449726759779868997' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/5449726759779868997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/5449726759779868997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2010/08/amor-em-sonhode-sentidos.html' title='Amor em sonho...de sentidos'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/TFtJUwFPM-I/AAAAAAAAEx4/UDZZ5O5q1Rk/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo+bgt.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-1691234781931131550</id><published>2010-04-01T04:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T05:39:18.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilusão em areais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/S7QVrXRy11I/AAAAAAAAEPY/2oQyfXwxmeE/s1600/c89beaAreaisSantaBarbara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455008883379722066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/S7QVrXRy11I/AAAAAAAAEPY/2oQyfXwxmeE/s320/c89beaAreaisSantaBarbara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Águas em areais de fino pranto&lt;br /&gt;Caminhos de dados momentos&lt;br /&gt;Bens aprazidos de rouco manto&lt;br /&gt;Trocas de beijos em sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhares roucos de imortal ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Sol quente em palavra que seduz&lt;br /&gt;Juras feitas em amor de coração&lt;br /&gt;Amores húmidos em raios de luz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mãos de amor e promessas de vida&lt;br /&gt;Retiro de almas em tenção aguerrida&lt;br /&gt;Palavras se escutam entre madrigais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminhos de formosura e desejo&lt;br /&gt;Permutas ávidas em límpido beijo&lt;br /&gt;Corações unidos trilham os areais&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-1691234781931131550?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/1691234781931131550/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/S7QVrXRy11I/AAAAAAAAEPY/2oQyfXwxmeE/s72-c/c89beaAreaisSantaBarbara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-4890927089348568407</id><published>2010-03-12T01:31:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-12T01:36:46.985Z</updated><title type='text'>Onda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/S5mZncpBtyI/AAAAAAAAEMI/QNRqcE5j-Q8/s1600-h/ondas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447554127263545122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/S5mZncpBtyI/AAAAAAAAEMI/QNRqcE5j-Q8/s320/ondas1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fosse eu onda em mar agitado&lt;br /&gt;E te visse para mim olhando&lt;br /&gt;A areia iria beijar, apaixonado&lt;br /&gt;E  sentir teus lábios fechando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De calma e salutar onda escura&lt;br /&gt;Tua imagem séria em fina areia&lt;br /&gt;Seriam vagas de sensata loucura&lt;br /&gt;Que beijavam teus pés de sereia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imerso teu corpo de ávido amor&lt;br /&gt;De pensamento corrente de dor&lt;br /&gt;Ondulante em corpo extasiado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em praia de impaciente ternura&lt;br /&gt;Iria beijar teus olhos de doçura&lt;br /&gt;Fosse eu onda em mar agitado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-4890927089348568407?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/4890927089348568407/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=4890927089348568407' 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title=''/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-7325054700183243596</id><published>2010-02-28T07:38:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-28T07:50:15.594Z</updated><title type='text'>Sonho de Amor</title><content type='html'>Nos teus olhos invento a Paz do ser&lt;br /&gt;Chamas de amor em coração salutar&lt;br /&gt;Súmulas dos meus devaneios e querer&lt;br /&gt;Afectos em minha ânsia de fantasiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em inspiração soalheira da tua alma&lt;br /&gt;Existe a canícula do teu fresco calor&lt;br /&gt;Que guia os trilhos da quimera calma&lt;br /&gt;Estrelas formosas em carinho e amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em teus desejos de ósculos aliciantes&lt;br /&gt;No cuidado das asseguras constantes&lt;br /&gt;Na voz de mudez inserta em tua mão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desmaio em ternura de finda energia&lt;br /&gt;Embalo em derivas da minha fantasia&lt;br /&gt;E  entrego-te o amor do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-7325054700183243596?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/7325054700183243596/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=7325054700183243596' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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"sentir"</title><content type='html'>O teu silêncio no meu sossego&lt;br /&gt;Teu deixar amor na minha mão&lt;br /&gt;Confesso o meu sentido medo&lt;br /&gt;De te entregar o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua alma amada em voz rouca&lt;br /&gt;"Ouvir" o teu olhar no meu sentido&lt;br /&gt;Teus lábios doces em minha boca&lt;br /&gt;Lentamente no arcano sem ruído&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promessas de amor em lentidão&lt;br /&gt;Dedos ligados em força e união&lt;br /&gt;No desejo, idolatria e carinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrirão estrelas em céu escuro&lt;br /&gt;Por amor saltarão o alto muro&lt;br /&gt;E na fleuma, ouve-se um beijinho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-5259874081692680775?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-7750904876414076680</id><published>2010-02-17T12:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-17T12:17:29.793Z</updated><title type='text'>União</title><content type='html'>Aperta a minha mão e caminha&lt;br /&gt;Escolhe a tua ilimitada direção&lt;br /&gt;Olhos nos olhos, paixão minha&lt;br /&gt;Sente como bate o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha em frente, olvida o passado&lt;br /&gt;Passo a passo solta o sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Continuo a caminhar a teu lado&lt;br /&gt;Diz como “fala” o teu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de mãos dadas atingimos o cume&lt;br /&gt;Em flamas de amor, lascas de lume&lt;br /&gt;Abraçados na aspiração e cansaço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se a vida em brilhos de dor&lt;br /&gt;Se fundisse no mais eterno amor&lt;br /&gt;E nos unisse em lânguido abraço&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-7750904876414076680?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/7750904876414076680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=7750904876414076680' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/7750904876414076680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/7750904876414076680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Ouve em silêncio. E AMA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-6725652424282740644?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/6725652424282740644/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=6725652424282740644' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/6725652424282740644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/6725652424282740644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/08/escuta.html' title=''/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-7743378025097831636</id><published>2009-08-09T14:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:26:21.477+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu és a cor do ... mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" 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	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Tua cor azul de água de mar bravia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Suavidade em ondas de luz e cor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;São vagas em que me enleei um dia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;E na tua frescura deixei o meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;No teu sorriso de alvéola bordada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Deixo ficar os sonhos de criança&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;E o coração nesta certeza amada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Luz de delírio em amor e confiança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Na beleza do teu olhar inebriante&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Te ofereço um carinho profundo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Nos dias que passo te admirando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Nessa força audaz, altiva e cativante&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Delírios de um coração moribundo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Tua cor de mar bravia, estou olhando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&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/3461011547635417688-7743378025097831636?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/7743378025097831636/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=7743378025097831636' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/7743378025097831636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/7743378025097831636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/08/tu-es-cor-do-mar.html' title='Tu és a cor do ... mar'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-8249442132875511677</id><published>2009-07-27T22:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:59:35.937+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor ... esquecido</title><content type='html'>Amor que te dei e deixaste morrer&lt;br /&gt;Esquecido nas sombras da reflexão&lt;br /&gt;Abriste a mão e não quiseste saber&lt;br /&gt;Como ficou sofrendo este coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor que morreu, por ti esquecido&lt;br /&gt;Fechado no pensamento sem mágoa&lt;br /&gt;Como um rio seco, vazio e sofrido&lt;br /&gt;Onde o leito dana por fresca água&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor, meu viver, sem esperança&lt;br /&gt;Uivo de sofrer na descrente lembrança&lt;br /&gt;Nos fortes sentimentos que sinto partir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes morrer cansado, como um seco rio&lt;br /&gt;Que ver partir do coração fibras sem fio&lt;br /&gt;Um amor sincero que nunca soube mentir&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-8249442132875511677?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-2453552038035583775</id><published>2009-07-13T03:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T03:15:01.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O tempo ... passou</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;Quando penso em outros tempos&lt;br /&gt;Quando tinha outras primaveras&lt;br /&gt;Sorrio de ter sentido outros ventos&lt;br /&gt;Passando por mim sobre esferas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram rápidos, dilacerantes&lt;br /&gt;Lapidaram o meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Como facas afiadas, cortantes&lt;br /&gt;Não respeitando o meu momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da minha boca amarga e magoada&lt;br /&gt;Saíram ecos em voz molhada&lt;br /&gt;Como quem grita por outrossim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E da que se pensava vida calma&lt;br /&gt;Saíram de dentro da minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas só sentidas por mim&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-2453552038035583775?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/2453552038035583775/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=2453552038035583775' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/2453552038035583775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/2453552038035583775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-tempo-passou.html' title='O tempo ... passou'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-7877977310979919289</id><published>2009-07-07T11:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:57:52.688+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Teus olhos ... TU</title><content type='html'>Teus olhos excitam meu dia&lt;br /&gt;Que anda perdido no tempo&lt;br /&gt;São flores que me dão alegria&lt;br /&gt;Me arejam em sopros de vento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São odes de calma alegria&lt;br /&gt;No meu ser meio perdido&lt;br /&gt;Que afastam a melancolia&lt;br /&gt;Sem deixar rasto ou ruído&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solitário, abraço as marés&lt;br /&gt;Experimento alguns revés&lt;br /&gt;No sentido de te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para abrir os fechados braços&lt;br /&gt;Sentir no peito, entre abraços&lt;br /&gt;A melhor forma de te amar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-7877977310979919289?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/7877977310979919289/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=7877977310979919289' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/7877977310979919289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/7877977310979919289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/07/teus-olhos-tu.html' title='Teus olhos ... TU'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-5714404733088183350</id><published>2009-06-26T17:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T17:42:48.589+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejos ... no vento</title><content type='html'>Escrevo palavras no vento&lt;br /&gt;Por água do céu, molhadas&lt;br /&gt;A ti levam o meu lamento&lt;br /&gt;De memórias já passadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carícias de água em fino rosto&lt;br /&gt;Desejos extintos na dura mágoa&lt;br /&gt;Amor recordado no desgosto&lt;br /&gt;De um dia teres sido fresca água&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coração que ama, não esquece&lt;br /&gt;Momentos de felicidade e amor&lt;br /&gt;Sol de luz que nos afaga e aquece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flor de vento em odes olvidadas&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças em pétalas de flor&lt;br /&gt;No vento, promessas acabadas&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-5714404733088183350?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/5714404733088183350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=5714404733088183350' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/5714404733088183350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/5714404733088183350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/06/desejos-no-vento.html' title='Desejos ... no vento'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-4234114998423282090</id><published>2009-06-20T15:55:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T15:58:49.505+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Sonho ... em "voo"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Sjz4x0OZHNI/AAAAAAAADDM/r7EYptuNrQQ/s1600-h/3782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349423992125594834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Sjz4x0OZHNI/AAAAAAAADDM/r7EYptuNrQQ/s320/3782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deixa-me voar nas asas do teu sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Ser a imagem que vislumbras a sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me ser o adormecer e acordar&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me ser o sonho do teu existir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me ser a alegria dos teus dias&lt;br /&gt;A voz que te acompanhe e dá prazer&lt;br /&gt;A Chama ardente das tuas alegrias&lt;br /&gt;A ardente frescura do teu adormecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me olhar-te e dizer-te baixinho&lt;br /&gt;És linda ventura das minhas preces&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me, sorrindo dar-te um carinho&lt;br /&gt;Oferecer-te os braços onde adormeces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ardor da noite dizer-te ao ouvido&lt;br /&gt;Que quero ser a razão do teu acordar&lt;br /&gt;Numa ternura cheia de amor sentido&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me voar nas asas do teu sonhar&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-4234114998423282090?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/4234114998423282090/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=4234114998423282090' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/4234114998423282090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/4234114998423282090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-sonho-em-voo.html' title='O Sonho ... em &quot;voo&quot;'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Sjz4x0OZHNI/AAAAAAAADDM/r7EYptuNrQQ/s72-c/3782.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-7820596284651176554</id><published>2009-06-13T03:30:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T03:37:09.183+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensibilidade de esperança</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SjMPVbnhuPI/AAAAAAAADBE/W2B-2D-FxRQ/s1600-h/Sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo+22222222222222222.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346634043484125426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SjMPVbnhuPI/AAAAAAAADBE/W2B-2D-FxRQ/s320/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo+22222222222222222.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nasce o sol, resplandecente de amor&lt;br /&gt;Surge o dia iluminado de esperança&lt;br /&gt;Em cada riacho, em cada pétala de flor&lt;br /&gt;Sinto afectos, "olhares" de confiança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No olhar a claridade me enrubesce&lt;br /&gt;Sombra enfeitada em cada vereda&lt;br /&gt;Estrela da manhã que me aquece&lt;br /&gt;Em caminhos enfeitados de seda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto sobre mim, ternura e alegria&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo esquecer tantas mágoas&lt;br /&gt;Que trago ocultas na imaginação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhando o sol que ilumina o dia&lt;br /&gt;Admirando o riacho, toco as águas&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos, dou-te o coração&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-7820596284651176554?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/7820596284651176554/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=7820596284651176554' 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title=''/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-3441495763741869423</id><published>2009-06-07T20:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:16:52.593+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SiwQZcN8N3I/AAAAAAAAC_0/sjM5eARqcLo/s1600-h/Sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo+sssssssssssssss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344664887039375218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SiwQZcN8N3I/AAAAAAAAC_0/sjM5eARqcLo/s320/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo+sssssssssssssss.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Se o teu coração decifrasse o amor&lt;br /&gt;Que irradia no meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Advirias como te amo, dilecta flor&lt;br /&gt;Como és o meu sorriso e sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero amar-te no presente e futuro&lt;br /&gt;Desvairado como um louco amante&lt;br /&gt;Guardar no coração, amor imaturo&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o teu calor, fresco e constante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te como um bicho, porque sim&lt;br /&gt;Sem respeito pela virtude sofrida&lt;br /&gt;A cada instante, além da eternidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te na existência junto a mim&lt;br /&gt;Num acerco de amor de alma vivida&lt;br /&gt;Para te amar num amor de verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Pensamento'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SiwQZcN8N3I/AAAAAAAAC_0/sjM5eARqcLo/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo+sssssssssssssss.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-3613835289788890960</id><published>2009-06-03T11:24:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:05:46.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para ti ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SiZPnheQ6SI/AAAAAAAAC9U/J8yqHDz60xg/s1600-h/1_product_g3_2460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343045548340472098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SiZPnheQ6SI/AAAAAAAAC9U/J8yqHDz60xg/s320/1_product_g3_2460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te busco em meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Em lágrimas acordo&lt;br /&gt;No grito preso te chamo&lt;br /&gt;Rosas brancas de amor&lt;br /&gt;Pingos de chuva em teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Que “bebo” com avidez&lt;br /&gt;No meu peito, sinto a flor&lt;br /&gt;Que me deste a sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Tu sempre, uma e outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Um eterno desejar&lt;br /&gt;Uma forma doente de amar&lt;br /&gt;Esta que sinto no peito&lt;br /&gt;Que não me deixa viver&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentir&lt;br /&gt;Beber as lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Do meu acordar&lt;br /&gt;E no meu grito preso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baixinho dizer&lt;br /&gt;Quero amar-te&lt;br /&gt;Mas amar-te sem sofrer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-3613835289788890960?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/3613835289788890960/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=3613835289788890960' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/3613835289788890960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/3613835289788890960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/06/para-ti-malena.html' title='Para ti ...'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SiZPnheQ6SI/AAAAAAAAC9U/J8yqHDz60xg/s72-c/1_product_g3_2460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-6409993813739447381</id><published>2009-05-29T20:00:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T20:06:13.739+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SiAw-Eb5qGI/AAAAAAAAC7U/GHddLRPleSY/s1600-h/Sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo+fr.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341323000962197602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SiAw-Eb5qGI/AAAAAAAAC7U/GHddLRPleSY/s320/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo+fr.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Delírios de vento sopram no arvoredo&lt;br /&gt;São gritos de chamamento da mente&lt;br /&gt;Ecos da sombra eterna do meu medo&lt;br /&gt;De te recordar e amar eternamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vazios de memória em límpida alma&lt;br /&gt;Desfalecem de encontro à sabedoria&lt;br /&gt;Trazem-me ecos de tanta tarde calma&lt;br /&gt;Juras não cumpridas que disse um dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ventosidade que me esbate o rosto&lt;br /&gt;Acorda-me do reverso do fino oposto&lt;br /&gt;Falando à luz segredos que te prometi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E uma lágrima que cai na melancolia&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me que o amor que brotou um dia&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixa separar e esquecer de ti&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/3461011547635417688-6409993813739447381?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/6409993813739447381/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=6409993813739447381' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/6409993813739447381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/6409993813739447381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/05/delirios-de-vento-sopram-no-arvoredo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SiAw-Eb5qGI/AAAAAAAAC7U/GHddLRPleSY/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo+fr.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-3172772676039749601</id><published>2009-05-25T03:00:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T03:16:08.692+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A formosura da ... agua na sua solidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Shn8hlJ_rMI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/BMEmnp-J8mw/s1600-h/21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339576487064349890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Shn8hlJ_rMI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/BMEmnp-J8mw/s320/21.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Correm leitos pelo meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Suaves palavras de alerta temporal&lt;br /&gt;Imagens de melindrados momentos&lt;br /&gt;Passados no escuro do sonho imoral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frios de sentido, ventos me trespassam&lt;br /&gt;“Lâminas” que cortam as raízes do ser&lt;br /&gt;Memórias de rios que brotam e passam&lt;br /&gt;Que alvorecem em mim antes de nascer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amores em delírio em promessas ditam&lt;br /&gt;Alvoroços de sentimentos desajustados&lt;br /&gt;Carinhos que embalam, vão e ficam&lt;br /&gt;Em corações destruídos e resignados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na viagem entre dédalos de memória&lt;br /&gt;Sofrem os desejos de alvorada decisão&lt;br /&gt;Frescas promessas de ilimitada glória&lt;br /&gt;Abrem e aformoseiam o meu coração&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/3461011547635417688-3172772676039749601?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/3172772676039749601/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=3172772676039749601' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/3172772676039749601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/3172772676039749601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/05/beleza-da-agua-na-sua-solidao.html' title='A formosura da ... agua na sua solidão'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Shn8hlJ_rMI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/BMEmnp-J8mw/s72-c/21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-5776501040179151693</id><published>2009-05-23T11:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T11:43:32.319+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao cimo ... o Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/ShfS-60NZgI/AAAAAAAAC4g/2N1mEdFX5ts/s1600-h/alentejo+08[1].2006+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338967861652973058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/ShfS-60NZgI/AAAAAAAAC4g/2N1mEdFX5ts/s320/alentejo+08%5B1%5D.2006+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caminho na infinidade dos montes&lt;br /&gt;Por veredas de ansiedade contida&lt;br /&gt;Bebendo água em genuínas fontes&lt;br /&gt;Levando na alma a tua voz amiga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recordações de afastado alvoroço&lt;br /&gt;Lhaneza de um coração que amou&lt;br /&gt;Águas de fontes em redondo poço&lt;br /&gt;Que por amor a minha sede matou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegado ao cimo da árdua vertente&lt;br /&gt;No peito a labareda de amor quente&lt;br /&gt;Secando as minhas sentidas emoções&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cai o cansaço de alcantilada subida&lt;br /&gt;Para te encontrar doce alma querida&lt;br /&gt;Subo ao monte pelas tuas recordações &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-5776501040179151693?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/5776501040179151693/comments/default' title='Enviar 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/ShfS-60NZgI/AAAAAAAAC4g/2N1mEdFX5ts/s72-c/alentejo+08%5B1%5D.2006+116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-5389224005457434771</id><published>2009-05-19T20:34:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:15:53.017+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/ShMJ5LA50TI/AAAAAAAAC3A/mzX7WWvWujg/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337620861177942322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/ShMJ5LA50TI/AAAAAAAAC3A/mzX7WWvWujg/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ainda que passes e não me olhes&lt;br /&gt;Não me vejas te olhando&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que o teu coração já não me queira&lt;br /&gt;Embora te esqueças que existo&lt;br /&gt;Ou penses que entre nós tudo foi ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Quero que saibas&lt;br /&gt;que estás no meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Embora eu não te tenha merecido&lt;br /&gt;Te tenha enganado na postura&lt;br /&gt;Não soubesse estar à tua “altura”&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que te tenha causado decepção&lt;br /&gt;Quero que saibas&lt;br /&gt;que estás no meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que a tua alma me despreze&lt;br /&gt;Que a "raiva" da desilusão&lt;br /&gt;Nos impeça de ser felizes&lt;br /&gt;Que os sonhos sejam podres raízes&lt;br /&gt;Embora me possas odiar&lt;br /&gt;Por eu não te ter sabido amar&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que eu não tenha perdão&lt;br /&gt;Quero que saibas&lt;br /&gt;que estás no meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Embora nossos seres se afastem&lt;br /&gt;Que o amor que nos unia tenha partido&lt;br /&gt;Embora eu não te tenha merecido&lt;br /&gt;Amor, presta atenção&lt;br /&gt;Quero que saibas&lt;br /&gt;que estás no meu coração&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-5389224005457434771?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/5389224005457434771/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=5389224005457434771' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/5389224005457434771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/5389224005457434771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/05/ainda-que-passes-e-nao-me-olhes-nao-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/ShMJ5LA50TI/AAAAAAAAC3A/mzX7WWvWujg/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-2523866535460432761</id><published>2009-05-15T04:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T04:19:38.012+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero-te encontrar</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;Teus lábios são anseios do meu pensar&lt;br /&gt;Teu olhar,afecto do que vivo,sonhando&lt;br /&gt;Teus passos, som que desejo encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Musica de ternura em espaços, tocando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu beijo me extasia como bebida cruel&lt;br /&gt;Quando sinto o teu sorriso deslumbrante&lt;br /&gt;Deliro em teus braços, em licor de mel&lt;br /&gt;Perdendo o rumo em desmaio perturbante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E no teu carinho de carecimento fingido&lt;br /&gt;Sigo pela ruela em seara de loiro trigo&lt;br /&gt;Na busca do sol que nos afaga e aquece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na esperança de deparar o teu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Deito-me em agra sem flores de linho&lt;br /&gt;Dando-te o meu amor que nunca esvaece&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-2523866535460432761?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/2523866535460432761/comments/default' title='Enviar 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-98687151686323264</id><published>2009-05-12T07:34:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T08:19:31.920+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não quero ser ... Sendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SgkZ99PMjlI/AAAAAAAACzw/dRTrP9J_cBQ/s1600-h/Sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo++77.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334823785798078034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SgkZ99PMjlI/AAAAAAAACzw/dRTrP9J_cBQ/s320/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo++77.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Não quero ser o teu ser&lt;br /&gt;A tua água sem vida&lt;br /&gt;O teu chão sem rumo&lt;br /&gt;O teu caminho, a estrada&lt;br /&gt;Que te leva ao nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser a tua viagem&lt;br /&gt;O teu acordar&lt;br /&gt;A sensação, o bem-estar&lt;br /&gt;A tua caminhada&lt;br /&gt;A fruta, o sumo&lt;br /&gt;O teu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;O sorriso do momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser o teu mar&lt;br /&gt;A água salgada que te banha&lt;br /&gt;Que te acalma&lt;br /&gt;Que te “beija” em silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Que escorre pela tua tez&lt;br /&gt;Uma e outra vez&lt;br /&gt;O apenso&lt;br /&gt;Ao teu coração&lt;br /&gt;Sentir&lt;br /&gt;Amar-te na loucura&lt;br /&gt;Ser a água pura&lt;br /&gt;A emoção do teu sorrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ser o teu ser&lt;br /&gt;Quero apenas amar-te&lt;br /&gt;Até depois de morrer&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/3461011547635417688-98687151686323264?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/98687151686323264/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=98687151686323264' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/98687151686323264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/98687151686323264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/05/nao-quero-ser-sendo.html' title='Não quero ser ... Sendo'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SgkZ99PMjlI/AAAAAAAACzw/dRTrP9J_cBQ/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo++77.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-7989626968825009502</id><published>2009-05-08T23:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T13:40:35.315+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SgS5J9e8gbI/AAAAAAAACyo/9XQVlH4C9Oo/s1600-h/praia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333591439487828402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SgS5J9e8gbI/AAAAAAAACyo/9XQVlH4C9Oo/s320/praia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Versos, poema em valor ondular&lt;br /&gt;Luz em promessas de trovador&lt;br /&gt;Carinhos enviados num olhar&lt;br /&gt;Ósculos trocados, juras de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperança de afecto, alva brancura&lt;br /&gt;Manhã de verão em sentido oposto&lt;br /&gt;Quando passas pela calma frescura&lt;br /&gt;Que precede o fulgor do teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarão que inflama e alma afogueia&lt;br /&gt;Peitilho de querença que incendeia&lt;br /&gt;Quando se pensa na amada paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gratifica a esperança de vida nova&lt;br /&gt;Qual trovador que canta a sua trova&lt;br /&gt;Quando te vê passar, linda de paixão&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-7989626968825009502?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/7989626968825009502/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=7989626968825009502' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/7989626968825009502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/7989626968825009502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/05/versos-poema-em-valor-ondular-luz-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SgS5J9e8gbI/AAAAAAAACyo/9XQVlH4C9Oo/s72-c/praia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-4733929619135457451</id><published>2009-05-08T11:20:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T11:49:10.756+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Marionetas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SgQNAeikSoI/AAAAAAAACyY/fcabh7hTQaU/s1600-h/untitled+..........bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333402160562719362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SgQNAeikSoI/AAAAAAAACyY/fcabh7hTQaU/s320/untitled+..........bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A vida é uma escada&lt;br /&gt;Sem corrimão&lt;br /&gt;Debaixo de um Céu&lt;br /&gt;Que já perdeu o chão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Homem com malícia&lt;br /&gt;Do seu semelhante&lt;br /&gt;Um corrimão construiu&lt;br /&gt;Onde só tem valor&lt;br /&gt;Quem mais alto subiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os Senhores da Terra&lt;br /&gt;Sem temor&lt;br /&gt;Guerras inventam&lt;br /&gt;Em seu favor&lt;br /&gt;Marionetas são&lt;br /&gt;Presos a fios&lt;br /&gt;Vivem a ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Com corações vazios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não há verdade&lt;br /&gt;Amor, respeito, alegria&lt;br /&gt;À Terra sugaram&lt;br /&gt;O que de bom havia&lt;br /&gt;São bocas que não falam&lt;br /&gt;Olhos que não vêem&lt;br /&gt;Corações que gritam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PORQUÊ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;......................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poema escrito, hoje,  pela minha esposa, companheira de tantas jornadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que me o efereceu num momento de (maior) carinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nunca tinha escrito, nem um papel, para ir ao supermercado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Está lindo&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/3461011547635417688-4733929619135457451?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/4733929619135457451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=4733929619135457451' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/4733929619135457451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/4733929619135457451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/05/marionetas.html' title='Marionetas'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SgQNAeikSoI/AAAAAAAACyY/fcabh7hTQaU/s72-c/untitled+..........bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-3343832777327454855</id><published>2009-05-05T03:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T03:10:46.384+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Teu olhar é carícia ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Sf-fdDgcsVI/AAAAAAAACx4/7gnCPzcWIa4/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo+..........bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332155805336383826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Sf-fdDgcsVI/AAAAAAAACx4/7gnCPzcWIa4/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo+..........bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Teu olhar é carícia em corpo vadio&lt;br /&gt;Sentimento de alvura doce e fina&lt;br /&gt;Água fresca correndo como um rio&lt;br /&gt;Ao encontro de uma alma divina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calma e sagrada luz que resplandece&lt;br /&gt;Do teu ser em gotas de alva frescura&lt;br /&gt;Que areja, acalma e de amor aquece&lt;br /&gt;O esplendor que do teu corpo, fulgura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torna em retiro de pensamento e luz&lt;br /&gt;A teu lado entre sorrisos, caminhando&lt;br /&gt;Retira pétalas de rosas em chão de jus&lt;br /&gt;Olhares líricos de quem está amando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aragem da tua passagem sorridente&lt;br /&gt;Ternuras de ventania em pleno estio&lt;br /&gt;Amor em sorriso calmo e estridente&lt;br /&gt;Teu olhar é carícia em corpo vadio&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/3461011547635417688-3343832777327454855?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/3343832777327454855/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=3343832777327454855' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/3343832777327454855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/3343832777327454855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/05/teu-olhar-e-caricia.html' title='Teu olhar é carícia ...'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Sf-fdDgcsVI/AAAAAAAACx4/7gnCPzcWIa4/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo+..........bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-5511390015397016327</id><published>2009-05-03T08:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T08:23:36.189+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um beijo, para ti, minha MÂE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Sf1FRVV1clI/AAAAAAAACxQ/e1x4ykp5_s8/s1600-h/tulipas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331493697965355602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Sf1FRVV1clI/AAAAAAAACxQ/e1x4ykp5_s8/s320/tulipas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje, é o dia da MÃE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É evidente que todos os bons filhos consideram que, o dia da mãe, é todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem não gosta de um dia ter uma prenda especial, com dedicatória, um beijo, uma carícia, uma palavra de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mãe, é a “terra” sagrada que germina a mais bela flor, feita alma e corpo de gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À minha querida mãe, a todas as mães do mundo em geral, e em particular às mães que visitam este cantinho, deposito em vosso coração, este ramo de tulipas, não como prémio – porque seria pouco para aquilo que merecem – mas sim, como agradecimento pela vossa coragem e dedicação.&lt;br /&gt;Vós sois a companheira, a amiga, o estrado, a estabilidade emocional, o sorriso de “criança” nos lábios de outra criança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje, amanhã e SEMPRE, que a felicidade seja o inicio e o fim do vosso caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-5511390015397016327?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/5511390015397016327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=5511390015397016327' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/5511390015397016327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/5511390015397016327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/05/um-beijo-para-ti-minha-mae.html' title='Um beijo, para ti, minha MÂE'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Sf1FRVV1clI/AAAAAAAACxQ/e1x4ykp5_s8/s72-c/tulipas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-1513163080469967873</id><published>2009-05-02T09:58:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:03:28.886+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SfwLTFEXuwI/AAAAAAAACww/ecIZ5_aOW24/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo....bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331148481305754370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SfwLTFEXuwI/AAAAAAAACww/ecIZ5_aOW24/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo....bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Navegando nos teus braços de sereia&lt;br /&gt;Sou navio à deriva sem voga nem rumo&lt;br /&gt;Água de energia que a viagem premeia&lt;br /&gt;Olhos reclusos de carinho e aprumo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ver-te água em ondas frescas e quentes&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o ter ser me afagando o olhar&lt;br /&gt;Alquebrar em sonhos, desejos ardentes&lt;br /&gt;Nadar em fantasia sendo tu o meu mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divagando no tempo e oceanos sem nome&lt;br /&gt;Refúgios de acolhida onde por ti, atraco&lt;br /&gt;São de amor, ágapes que me matam a fome&lt;br /&gt;Quando nos desejos sei seres o meu barco&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-1513163080469967873?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/1513163080469967873/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=1513163080469967873' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/1513163080469967873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/1513163080469967873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/05/navegando-nos-teus-bracos-de-sereia-sou.html' title=''/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SfwLTFEXuwI/AAAAAAAACww/ecIZ5_aOW24/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo....bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-1651827131490585453</id><published>2009-04-30T20:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T20:35:05.191+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Sfn8x8IIboI/AAAAAAAACv4/8kbkJQ00pU8/s1600-h/00mulher,+estrelas+e+lua+sopro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330569568853716610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Sfn8x8IIboI/AAAAAAAACv4/8kbkJQ00pU8/s320/00mulher,+estrelas+e+lua+sopro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ofega a luz da lua, clarão refulgente&lt;br /&gt;Sombras da tua passagem venturosa&lt;br /&gt;Fulgor em cópia de olhar luzente&lt;br /&gt;Dos teus olhos em acuidade perigosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Areia lisa em praia de cuidados suspiros&lt;br /&gt;Marcas de passagem de amores e desejos&lt;br /&gt;Som agudo dos meus espíritos e retiros&lt;br /&gt;Quando penso no sabor dos teus beijos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentidos e pensamentos unidos na nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;Na musica que me endiabra quando danço&lt;br /&gt;Inspiração que me acompanha noite e dia&lt;br /&gt;Sonho, minha ventura, enquanto descanso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-1651827131490585453?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/1651827131490585453/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=1651827131490585453' title='58 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>58</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-128132265533298115</id><published>2009-04-28T13:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:47:17.672+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Estar no teu acordar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Quero ser um dos teus sentidos&lt;br /&gt;O teu acordar feliz, prazenteiro&lt;br /&gt;Ser o teu pensamento primeiro&lt;br /&gt;Entre todos os sonhos vividos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser a alvura que te alumia&lt;br /&gt;O caminho que trilhas na direcção&lt;br /&gt;Ser a frémito do teu bonito coração&lt;br /&gt;A bússola que na existência te guia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser a vontade da tua alma&lt;br /&gt;A chama que arde em teu peito&lt;br /&gt;Ser a palavra que gere o pleito&lt;br /&gt;Quando o teu desejo pede calma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser a avenida da tua jornada&lt;br /&gt;A calçada feita luz dos teus passos&lt;br /&gt;Ver-te "perdida" nos meus braços&lt;br /&gt;Para que te sintas, mulher amada&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-128132265533298115?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/128132265533298115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=128132265533298115' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/128132265533298115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/128132265533298115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/04/estar-no-teu-acordar.html' title='Estar no teu acordar...'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-3638796357246312365</id><published>2009-04-27T17:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:59:43.385+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento ... intranquilo</title><content type='html'>A vida é uma partícula do nada&lt;br /&gt;Começou ontem, acaba amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Quando se pensa em vivê-la&lt;br /&gt;Termina&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas nem se apercebem disso&lt;br /&gt;Zangam-se umas com as coisas&lt;br /&gt;Por miuçalhas ...&lt;br /&gt;Mas não são essas o "SAL" da vida?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-3638796357246312365?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/3638796357246312365/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=3638796357246312365' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/3638796357246312365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/3638796357246312365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/04/pensamento-intranquilo.html' title='Pensamento ... intranquilo'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-5728290963102546974</id><published>2009-04-25T05:36:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T05:50:55.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rua estreita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SfKV14pyTEI/AAAAAAAACt4/e8uqBVaL6js/s1600-h/654449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328486062105971778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SfKV14pyTEI/AAAAAAAACt4/e8uqBVaL6js/s320/654449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ser brecha de ar em Rua estreita&lt;br /&gt;Senda de vento na força, imensidade&lt;br /&gt;Tem na arte a simbologia perfeita&lt;br /&gt;De que nada aprende e tudo sabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o que escrevo é branca claridade&lt;br /&gt;Que o meu ego se apraz de incenso&lt;br /&gt;Serei apenas ecos, silvos de saudade&lt;br /&gt;Enriquecido nas palavras que penso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se sou alguém que circula pelo mundo&lt;br /&gt;Que faço das odes saber amplo e profundo&lt;br /&gt;Se me honram e julgam em pose abastada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serei pobre entre versos escritos na idolatria&lt;br /&gt;E sentirei na mente que o sonho de cada dia&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me acordar, dizendo que não sou nada&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/3461011547635417688-5728290963102546974?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/5728290963102546974/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=5728290963102546974' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/5728290963102546974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/5728290963102546974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/04/ser-brecha-de-ar-em-rua-estreita-senda.html' title='Rua estreita'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SfKV14pyTEI/AAAAAAAACt4/e8uqBVaL6js/s72-c/654449.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-195126526629484483</id><published>2009-04-24T16:22:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T16:40:56.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'>caminhar ... pensar ... sonhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SfHZnWZjY3I/AAAAAAAACtQ/RIRUciKrqIU/s1600-h/caminho2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328279104206889842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SfHZnWZjY3I/AAAAAAAACtQ/RIRUciKrqIU/s320/caminho2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Percorro em sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Caminhos sagrados&lt;br /&gt;Doces; amargos, isolados&lt;br /&gt;Sozinho, no sentir&lt;br /&gt;Sorrisos por descobrir&lt;br /&gt;Árvores de folha cinzenta&lt;br /&gt;Suores quentes&lt;br /&gt;No frio do pensamento&lt;br /&gt;O  ser, o momento&lt;br /&gt;O sonhar acordado&lt;br /&gt;Por um beijo prometido&lt;br /&gt;E nunca dado&lt;br /&gt;Não faz sentido&lt;br /&gt;O  querer; o desejar&lt;br /&gt;Uma forma louca de amar&lt;br /&gt;O sentimento&lt;br /&gt;A dor, o tormento&lt;br /&gt;De um amor impossível &lt;br /&gt;No coração, o sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;Ao som dos passos cansados&lt;br /&gt;Penso, porque razão&lt;br /&gt;Percorro em sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Caminhos sagrados&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-195126526629484483?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/195126526629484483/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=195126526629484483' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/195126526629484483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/195126526629484483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/04/caminhar-pensando-sonhando.html' title='caminhar ... pensar ... sonhar'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SfHZnWZjY3I/AAAAAAAACtQ/RIRUciKrqIU/s72-c/caminho2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-27730536831390568</id><published>2009-04-21T13:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:43:37.144+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Passadeiras de ... mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Se2-yAGgceI/AAAAAAAACsY/mYWnzwO-ITI/s1600-h/2477079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327123700479193570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Se2-yAGgceI/AAAAAAAACsY/mYWnzwO-ITI/s320/2477079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Passeando sobre o calor da lembrança&lt;br /&gt;Arejado pela água que brota do teu sentir&lt;br /&gt;Peito aberto pela entrada da esperança&lt;br /&gt;Olhos cativados pelo feitiço do teu sorrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sombra em vereda de lençóis de vento&lt;br /&gt;Em que descansam as ilusões da paixão&lt;br /&gt;Estrelas que iluminam o  firmamento&lt;br /&gt;Que à tua passagem aquecem o coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mãos de fé, passadeira de gotas brancas&lt;br /&gt;Onde passam os pés, de sonho encantados&lt;br /&gt;Mares de linho, feitiços das tuas tranças&lt;br /&gt;Cabelo em desordem, de amor enlaçados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhos que retêm portes de suaves margens&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos de luz que a mente molha&lt;br /&gt;Rebatem suores de paixão, secas aragens&lt;br /&gt;Que acendem ilusões de quem te olha&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/3461011547635417688-27730536831390568?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/27730536831390568/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=27730536831390568' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/27730536831390568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/27730536831390568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/04/passadeiras-de-mar.html' title='Passadeiras de ... mar'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Se2-yAGgceI/AAAAAAAACsY/mYWnzwO-ITI/s72-c/2477079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-6594593970708984238</id><published>2009-04-20T20:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:42:28.999+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Olho e ... sinto</title><content type='html'>Olho o tempo que passa devagar&lt;br /&gt;Que, sorrindo, vejo passar&lt;br /&gt;No seu vai e vem sem destino&lt;br /&gt;São folhas que se levantam&lt;br /&gt;Árvores que de espanto se movimentam&lt;br /&gt;Sem saberem seguem o seu caminho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vêm os ventos de mansinho&lt;br /&gt;Soprando com carinho&lt;br /&gt;Parecem mãos a afagar&lt;br /&gt;Rostos por nadas desconhecidos&lt;br /&gt;Corações por tempos esquecidos&lt;br /&gt;Quase sem tempo de amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho as árvores que balançam&lt;br /&gt;Os pastos que dançam&lt;br /&gt;Modas de encantar&lt;br /&gt;Só a natureza pode dizer&lt;br /&gt;Nos seus conhecimentos e bem-querer&lt;br /&gt;O que é que essas danças querem falar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez dizer a quem passa&lt;br /&gt;Que no seu balançar levam a graça&lt;br /&gt;Porventura tantas emoções&lt;br /&gt;Levam a beleza no seu esplendor&lt;br /&gt;Levam carinho e amor&lt;br /&gt;E paz aos corações&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-6594593970708984238?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/6594593970708984238/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=6594593970708984238' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/6594593970708984238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/6594593970708984238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/04/olho-e-sinto.html' title='Olho e ... sinto'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-3166985187317639109</id><published>2009-04-18T21:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:35:18.197+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sozinho ... pensando em ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Seo4pfmc6II/AAAAAAAACrg/CoJUJy2Q4xM/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo+.......bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326131794827602050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Seo4pfmc6II/AAAAAAAACrg/CoJUJy2Q4xM/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo+.......bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fui contar as ondas do mar&lt;br /&gt;Eram tantas que me perdi&lt;br /&gt;Na dança fizeram-se pensar&lt;br /&gt;Nas ondas que há em ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dançavam em ária e cor&lt;br /&gt;Ciciavam trovas de embalar&lt;br /&gt;Como os teus lábios meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Que sorrindo me vinham beijar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinham o sabor de gotas de areia&lt;br /&gt;Perfume de uma flor campestre&lt;br /&gt;Musical que formosura saboreia&lt;br /&gt;Em ondas de um carinho agreste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num silêncio ameno e distraido&lt;br /&gt;Pensando na tua graça salutar&lt;br /&gt;No coração levando o teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Fui contar as ondas do mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-3166985187317639109?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/3166985187317639109/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=3166985187317639109' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/3166985187317639109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/3166985187317639109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/04/fui-contar-as-ondas-do-mar-eram-tantas.html' title='Sozinho ... pensando em ti'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Seo4pfmc6II/AAAAAAAACrg/CoJUJy2Q4xM/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo+.......bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-3157662606446788767</id><published>2009-04-17T17:54:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:11:35.969+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar... será loucura?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0mlIJGRWnwY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0mlIJGRWnwY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q7YZmpZW_uI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q7YZmpZW_uI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouçam e meditem. &lt;br /&gt;O amor é entrega, compreensão, respeito pelo espaço do outro, é caminhar lado a lado, emoção, é a UNIÃO DE DOIS CORAÇÕES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É bonito AMAR e ser AMADO. Não acham?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-3157662606446788767?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/3157662606446788767/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=3157662606446788767' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/3157662606446788767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/3157662606446788767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/04/amar-sera-loucura.html' title='Amar... será loucura?'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-1983240335973874246</id><published>2009-04-15T13:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T13:20:22.745+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Viagem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SeXQXJbO0lI/AAAAAAAACqQ/Edy-AmJhQ7Q/s1600-h/untitled+..................jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324891230521184850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SeXQXJbO0lI/AAAAAAAACqQ/Edy-AmJhQ7Q/s320/untitled+..................jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estrela do além em noite escura&lt;br /&gt;Marcas na terra da tua caminhada&lt;br /&gt;Nessa viagem de assídua procura&lt;br /&gt;Da felicidade do teu ser, afastada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passos certos na areia, assinalados&lt;br /&gt;Rugas feitas em pedrinhas calcadas&lt;br /&gt;Esteios visíveis de carinhos e traços&lt;br /&gt;Querenças de coração, misturadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soledade na esperança de alcançar&lt;br /&gt;O sol que lá longe desperta a luz&lt;br /&gt;Razão do teu solitário caminhar&lt;br /&gt;Que à ventura do infinito, conduz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arejadas viagens iniciadas no tempo&lt;br /&gt;Sinais dos teus pés atinadas nos traços&lt;br /&gt;Abrem o desejo de ser voz do vento&lt;br /&gt;E em silêncio seguir os teus passos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='Viagem...'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SeXQXJbO0lI/AAAAAAAACqQ/Edy-AmJhQ7Q/s72-c/untitled+..................jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-1749398220636298569</id><published>2009-04-14T18:31:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:03:58.052+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gostava de te ver passar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SeTKhnKwm1I/AAAAAAAACqI/kcBEZifZmWE/s1600-h/bigPhoto_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324603338257374034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SeTKhnKwm1I/AAAAAAAACqI/kcBEZifZmWE/s320/bigPhoto_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gostava de te ver passar&lt;br /&gt;Na minha Rua, no meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Na minha vida&lt;br /&gt;“Regar-te” como rosa florida&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o teu carinho&lt;br /&gt;O teu perfume&lt;br /&gt;Olhar-te, e dizer-te baixinho&lt;br /&gt;Olhos nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Como és linda meu amor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de ter ver passar&lt;br /&gt;Calma, sem queixume&lt;br /&gt;Linda como uma flor&lt;br /&gt;Exalando suores de amor&lt;br /&gt;Frios, cheios de calor&lt;br /&gt;Onde os meus olhos pudessem pairar&lt;br /&gt;De amor pudessem fechar&lt;br /&gt;Num sorriso pudesse mostrar&lt;br /&gt;Como gostaria de te ver passar&lt;br /&gt;Altiva&lt;br /&gt;Como uma diva&lt;br /&gt;Que os meus lábios pudessem dizer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sem falar&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porventura será sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia pela minha Rua, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pelo meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;No teu passo lindo de passarinho&lt;br /&gt;Embora sem para mim olhar&lt;br /&gt;Farás com que possa pensar&lt;br /&gt;Que,&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de te ver passar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-1749398220636298569?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SeTKhnKwm1I/AAAAAAAACqI/kcBEZifZmWE/s72-c/bigPhoto_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-582749617827148499</id><published>2009-04-13T14:59:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:05:39.088+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quadras ... simples</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Encontros entre palavras de esperança&lt;br /&gt;Qual barco atracado em fresca enseada&lt;br /&gt;Dois seres se olham em juras e confiança&lt;br /&gt;Promessas de ternura por bonina amada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adjurar ósculos de lábios afectuosos&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos de afeição e presença&lt;br /&gt;Venturoso sabor de sorrisos amorosos&lt;br /&gt;São o teu amor em sultana carência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na locanda onde vive o meu fantasiar&lt;br /&gt;Desaguam gotas de imutável saudade&lt;br /&gt;Aljôfares de solidão gotejam ao luar&lt;br /&gt;Evocando o teu sorriso de verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na chegada do novidadeiro algoz&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo noticias de quem recordo&lt;br /&gt;Melancolia de não ouvir a tua voz&lt;br /&gt;Pespego que atino quando acordo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-582749617827148499?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/582749617827148499/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=582749617827148499' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/582749617827148499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/582749617827148499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/04/quadras-simples.html' title='Quadras ... simples'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-5182325647310895911</id><published>2009-04-11T10:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T10:51:41.875+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://katrix.com.br/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Feliz Pascoa-12262" src="http://images.katrix.com.br/img/katrix1/Feliz_Pascoa_464599601_pas077.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/katrix/maozinha.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A TODAS/OS AMIGAS/OS, deste cantinho, desejo uma &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Páscoa muito feliz,&lt;/span&gt; extensivo às vossas familias, em que o AMOR, a AMIZADE e a PAZ, sejam as mais doces amendoas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Sd91B0llxgI/AAAAAAAACpo/hKkfMFFA8A0/s320/folhas%2520caidas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Letras escritas&lt;br /&gt;Poemas esquecidos&lt;br /&gt;Palavras bonitas&lt;br /&gt;Valores enriquecidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folhas que do alto caíste&lt;br /&gt;Que o chão embelezas&lt;br /&gt;Sonho que existe&lt;br /&gt;No que  pensas e desprezas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo com as mãos enrugadas&lt;br /&gt;Olha-te ao espelho e sorri&lt;br /&gt;Vê nos pequenos nadas&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que existe em ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abre o teu coração&lt;br /&gt;A alma, o teu ser&lt;br /&gt;Para com amor e devoção&lt;br /&gt;Em Paz, possas viver &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/3461011547635417688-7476912961606081580?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Sd91B0llxgI/AAAAAAAACpo/hKkfMFFA8A0/s72-c/folhas%2520caidas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-2775903711503157315</id><published>2009-04-07T14:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T14:54:35.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhando o Mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SdtarTQIOUI/AAAAAAAACpA/6vzzZE_iwS8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321947084617169218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SdtarTQIOUI/AAAAAAAACpA/6vzzZE_iwS8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Olha o mar&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-te flutuar&lt;br /&gt;Caminha no areal&lt;br /&gt;Não olhes para o lado&lt;br /&gt;Abraça o futuro&lt;br /&gt;Esquece o passado&lt;br /&gt;Embora seja duro&lt;br /&gt;Nada fará mal&lt;br /&gt;Olha as águas que te banham&lt;br /&gt;Te molham os pés&lt;br /&gt;Te aquecem o movimento&lt;br /&gt;Te fazem sentir quem és&lt;br /&gt;Te enaltecem o sentimento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não olhes para o lado&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-te flutuar&lt;br /&gt;Que as águas límpidas&lt;br /&gt;Descubram o teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Te mostrem o caminho&lt;br /&gt;Do amor&lt;br /&gt;Da Paz&lt;br /&gt;Da esperança&lt;br /&gt;Para que em confiança&lt;br /&gt;Saibas encontrar&lt;br /&gt;O teu par&lt;br /&gt;Que à beira-mar&lt;br /&gt;Caminhará contigo&lt;br /&gt;Num abraço amigo&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o areal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-2775903711503157315?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/2775903711503157315/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=2775903711503157315' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/2775903711503157315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/2775903711503157315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/04/olhando-o-mar.html' title='Olhando o Mar'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SdtarTQIOUI/AAAAAAAACpA/6vzzZE_iwS8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-6768220821564553893</id><published>2009-04-06T15:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T15:39:55.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... versos que junto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SdoTpHFtVyI/AAAAAAAACo4/rDJzA47Ci7I/s1600-h/m%C3%83%C2%A3os0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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/&gt;Carícias de amor e afecto desejado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-6768220821564553893?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/6768220821564553893/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=6768220821564553893' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/6768220821564553893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/6768220821564553893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/04/versos-que-junto.html' title='... versos que junto'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SdoTpHFtVyI/AAAAAAAACo4/rDJzA47Ci7I/s72-c/m%C3%83%C2%A3os0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-8563861807015937826</id><published>2009-04-05T02:50:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T02:58:26.198+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quadras soltas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SdgPA4mWJjI/AAAAAAAACoY/eC5Zz1OIqXY/s1600-h/2457026_ri7s6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321019467605878322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SdgPA4mWJjI/AAAAAAAACoY/eC5Zz1OIqXY/s320/2457026_ri7s6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alvas preces em noite de luar&lt;br /&gt;Alvuras flutuando pela enseada&lt;br /&gt;Almas com desejos de brilhar&lt;br /&gt;Amores de convicção adornada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrisos em lábios de carinho&lt;br /&gt;Olhares de extasio sedutor&lt;br /&gt;Intenção de seguir o caminho&lt;br /&gt;Entre ourelas de bonito amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flutuar em auroras vitrais&lt;br /&gt;Sentir a ventania do ensejo&lt;br /&gt;Respirar luzentes madrigais&lt;br /&gt;Acordar ao sabor do desejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tremular em aurora de escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Abrindo caminho entre o negrume&lt;br /&gt;Sentir a companhia do teu coração&lt;br /&gt;Acordar exalando o teu perfume &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-8563861807015937826?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/8563861807015937826/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=8563861807015937826' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/8563861807015937826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/8563861807015937826'/><link 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veredas do alento&lt;br /&gt;Sorrindo quando penso em ti&lt;br /&gt;Sinto os teus cabelos ao vento&lt;br /&gt;Em sentidos parados que vivi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo a esperança do imaginar&lt;br /&gt;Sentidos e jornadas na idade&lt;br /&gt;Olvidar as areias soltas do pensar&lt;br /&gt;Quando a mente chora de saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A magia do caminho que trilho&lt;br /&gt;Em sorrisos de querenças serenas&lt;br /&gt;Encontra raízes de empecilho&lt;br /&gt;Nas promessas quentes e amenas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salutar espírito de infiéis sabores&lt;br /&gt;Afagos de anelado e nobre trejeito&lt;br /&gt;Faz de ti, aromático odor de flores&lt;br /&gt;Fragrância que afago junto ao peito&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-4394064539734607704?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-4258353959923806154</id><published>2009-03-30T00:01:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:49:12.777+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Só nós dois, sentados ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Sc_-d0Y6zwI/AAAAAAAACnA/R59CZtOvp-4/s1600-h/1113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318749473180667650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Sc_-d0Y6zwI/AAAAAAAACnA/R59CZtOvp-4/s320/1113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na areia molhada&lt;br /&gt;De uma praia qualquer&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o fresco da tua presença&lt;br /&gt;Carinho de mulher&lt;br /&gt;Sou tudo e não sou nada&lt;br /&gt;Perante a anuência&lt;br /&gt;Da tua voz apaixonada&lt;br /&gt;Que me fala&lt;br /&gt;Num sorriso delicioso&lt;br /&gt;Sinto os teus lábios tremer&lt;br /&gt;De amor, olhar malicioso&lt;br /&gt;Ferver, em lume ardente&lt;br /&gt;Num abraço apertado&lt;br /&gt;Dado docemente&lt;br /&gt;Coração entregue, desamparado&lt;br /&gt;Esperando&lt;br /&gt;O meu enleio desajeitado&lt;br /&gt;Em redor do teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Deleitado&lt;br /&gt;E num só, nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Nos cingimos&lt;br /&gt;Juntos e “abandonados”&lt;br /&gt;Sentimos&lt;br /&gt;Que estamos apaixonados&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/3461011547635417688-4258353959923806154?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Sc_-d0Y6zwI/AAAAAAAACnA/R59CZtOvp-4/s72-c/1113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-4129656361430574384</id><published>2009-03-28T23:21:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:27:31.474Z</updated><title type='text'>Olhando ... o sonho que desejas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Sc6xHiH3rWI/AAAAAAAACm4/-_cTjMcz62k/s1600-h/grav_mulher_olhando_mar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318382952948149602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Sc6xHiH3rWI/AAAAAAAACm4/-_cTjMcz62k/s320/grav_mulher_olhando_mar2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mareando nas asas do desejo&lt;br /&gt;Sinto nos lábios a promissão&lt;br /&gt;Sabor apaixonado do teu beijo&lt;br /&gt;Doce fonte de amor no coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teus olhos flores de doce perfume&lt;br /&gt;Promessas tuas que me conduzem&lt;br /&gt;Escaldam meu alento, como lume&lt;br /&gt;Refrescam-me quando me seduzem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminhando no teu ego e coração&lt;br /&gt;Sinto concórdia e infinita harmonia&lt;br /&gt;Cada passo dado na tua direcção&lt;br /&gt;É o sonho da noite e a luz do dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual barco de remos endiabrados&lt;br /&gt;Amor de sentimento que não negas&lt;br /&gt;Serei lente dos teus olhos iluminados&lt;br /&gt;A água, em que por amor, navegas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-4129656361430574384?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/4129656361430574384/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=4129656361430574384' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/4129656361430574384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/4129656361430574384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/03/olhando-o-sonho-que-desejas.html' title='Olhando ... o sonho que desejas'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Sc6xHiH3rWI/AAAAAAAACm4/-_cTjMcz62k/s72-c/grav_mulher_olhando_mar2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-5372792976242255502</id><published>2009-03-28T17:26:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-28T17:33:13.323Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff103/videogospel/amor/amor_66.gif" alt="Gifs - Flash - Fotos e Videos Para seu Orkut" width="169" height="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.gifsrecados.com.br"  target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sinto os teus lábios, me beijando&lt;br /&gt;Lascivamente&lt;br /&gt;O teu corpo na minha mente&lt;br /&gt;Flutuando,&lt;br /&gt;Docemente.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o arrepio da tua presença&lt;br /&gt;Quente&lt;br /&gt;Ilustre aparência&lt;br /&gt;Fremente de eloquência&lt;br /&gt;E deixo-me navegar&lt;br /&gt;Como barco à deriva, em alto mar&lt;br /&gt;Ondas embalam o meu desejo&lt;br /&gt;Carências de propriedade&lt;br /&gt;Que sinto no teu beijo&lt;br /&gt;Palavras sentidas&lt;br /&gt;Murmuradas, incontidas&lt;br /&gt;Na lúbrica louca&lt;br /&gt;A ânsia ferida&lt;br /&gt;Que sai da tua boca&lt;br /&gt;Desejando&lt;br /&gt;Que os meus lábios&lt;br /&gt;Continuem te beijando&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-5372792976242255502?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/5372792976242255502/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=5372792976242255502' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/5372792976242255502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/5372792976242255502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/03/gifs-flash-e-videos-para-seu-orkut-www.html' title=''/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff103/videogospel/amor/th_amor_66.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-8357790400270836663</id><published>2009-03-26T03:51:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-26T03:54:58.437Z</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos soltos ... mas sentidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Scr78ZAdjEI/AAAAAAAACmA/iQy9KdcXPAg/s1600-h/022iniazul04graf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317339324987837506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Scr78ZAdjEI/AAAAAAAACmA/iQy9KdcXPAg/s320/022iniazul04graf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não quero ver os teus lábios mexer&lt;br /&gt;Quero sim, ver os teus olhos sorrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ver o pulsar do teu coração&lt;br /&gt;Quero sim, sentir como ele fala através do teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero que me olhes de olhos abertos&lt;br /&gt;Quero sim, que os abras, sorrindo por me ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ser o fulcro do teu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Quero sim, ser o teu pensamento sorridente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero que a tua alma seja minha&lt;br /&gt;Quero sim, que saibas, que o meu coração é teu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero que sejas o meu único pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Quero sim, que sejas SEMPRE, o meu momento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-8357790400270836663?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/8357790400270836663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=8357790400270836663' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/8357790400270836663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/8357790400270836663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/03/pensamentos-soltos-mas-sentidos.html' title='Pensamentos soltos ... mas sentidos'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Scr78ZAdjEI/AAAAAAAACmA/iQy9KdcXPAg/s72-c/022iniazul04graf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-1609711924606839217</id><published>2009-03-25T04:04:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-03-25T04:22:23.733Z</updated><title type='text'>Duas almas ... Um só coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Scmt2iYdBpI/AAAAAAAAClw/nNYyMKw5ASc/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo+........bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316971987541493394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Scmt2iYdBpI/AAAAAAAAClw/nNYyMKw5ASc/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo+........bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorrisos de encanto&lt;br /&gt;Promessas de afecto&lt;br /&gt;Aljôfar de “pranto”&lt;br /&gt;De quem ama tanto&lt;br /&gt;Um amor discreto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhares ocasionais&lt;br /&gt;Vadios, desejados&lt;br /&gt;Por destino, fatais&lt;br /&gt;Unidos, reais&lt;br /&gt;Seres apaixonados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coração de trato fino&lt;br /&gt;Alma luzente&lt;br /&gt;Pureza, desatino&lt;br /&gt;Ligados no destino&lt;br /&gt;Amor ardente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almas apaixonadas&lt;br /&gt;Delírios de paixão&lt;br /&gt;Espinhosas jornadas&lt;br /&gt;Linhas traçadas&lt;br /&gt;Um só … coração&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-1609711924606839217?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/1609711924606839217/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=1609711924606839217' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/1609711924606839217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/1609711924606839217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/03/duas-almas-um-so-coracao.html' title='Duas almas ... Um só coração'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Scmt2iYdBpI/AAAAAAAAClw/nNYyMKw5ASc/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo+........bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-840987578892356847</id><published>2009-03-23T16:32:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:21:59.733Z</updated><title type='text'>Caricias do vento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Sce6uch2YiI/AAAAAAAAClY/xF4BXv172p8/s1600-h/mulher-beijando-homem_~itf252043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316423192229077538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Sce6uch2YiI/AAAAAAAAClY/xF4BXv172p8/s320/mulher-beijando-homem_~itf252043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto as carícias do vento que ofega&lt;br /&gt;Bater em meu rosto com suavidade&lt;br /&gt;Trazem mensagens do amor que resta&lt;br /&gt;Memórias que vivo, belas de saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trazem palavras que dissemos antigamente&lt;br /&gt;Silêncios de fúlgidos sorrisos que trocámos&lt;br /&gt;Revivem juras de carinhos que docemente&lt;br /&gt;Diziam os beijos fascinantes que comutámos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vento fresco de esperança que no amor existia&lt;br /&gt;Oratórias de aconchego, ditas por mensagem&lt;br /&gt;Murmúrios de carências em alma surda e vazia&lt;br /&gt;Descontente vento que “beija” na sua passagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto no sorriso que aos meus lábios aflora&lt;br /&gt;O teu amor, que cada momento, me corteja&lt;br /&gt;Beijo as lágrimas do vento que junto, chora&lt;br /&gt;Porque sei seres tu que em silêncio me beija&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-840987578892356847?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/840987578892356847/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=840987578892356847' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/840987578892356847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/840987578892356847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/03/caricias-do-vento.html' title='Caricias do vento'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Sce6uch2YiI/AAAAAAAAClY/xF4BXv172p8/s72-c/mulher-beijando-homem_~itf252043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-4045623113132967143</id><published>2009-03-21T20:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-21T20:47:54.386Z</updated><title type='text'>Quadras Vadias II</title><content type='html'>Entre sombras do desencontro, fatais&lt;br /&gt;Existe a esperança de quem caminha&lt;br /&gt;Amores, luxúrias, pensamentos finais&lt;br /&gt;Rostos, sem rosto de alma pequenina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fontes de água de transparente sabor&lt;br /&gt;Desejos árduos de infiéis promessas&lt;br /&gt;Campos de sonhos, fragrância de flor&lt;br /&gt;Esquecidos frutos em beijos e arestas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevas de sol em luz de ditoso desejo&lt;br /&gt;Transmitem a Paz de sentidos casuais&lt;br /&gt;Sobram na doçura e calor de um beijo&lt;br /&gt;Fugas de feitiço de namoros irreais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luz que traz a graça do pensar&lt;br /&gt;Acarreia a agonia do prometido&lt;br /&gt;Junta o beijo no sabor de o ganhar&lt;br /&gt;Com a fortuna de o ter recebido&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-4045623113132967143?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/4045623113132967143/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=4045623113132967143' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/4045623113132967143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/4045623113132967143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/03/quadras-vadias-ii.html' title='Quadras Vadias II'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-235932884144105179</id><published>2009-03-21T08:17:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-21T11:05:41.496Z</updated><title type='text'>SER MULHER ( A minha homenagem )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/ScSjT05uKMI/AAAAAAAACkg/dwQGeax7_tw/s1600-h/ramos-rosas-3-p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315553021217614018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/ScSjT05uKMI/AAAAAAAACkg/dwQGeax7_tw/s320/ramos-rosas-3-p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com carinho, um ramo de rosas, para todas as mulheres do MUNDO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.........................................&lt;br /&gt;Ser MULHER&lt;br /&gt;Que rompe as trevas&lt;br /&gt;Á procura de quê, de quem&lt;br /&gt;De ti, de alguém&lt;br /&gt;Que luta para vencer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que clama ao Mundo&lt;br /&gt;Num grito, profundo&lt;br /&gt;Estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;Mas não nasci&lt;br /&gt;Para ser o tapete,&lt;br /&gt;Do homem&lt;br /&gt;NÃO, NÃO&lt;br /&gt;Este é o grito que sai da minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Que me fere as entranhas&lt;br /&gt;Mas tenho que gritar&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentir que sou eu&lt;br /&gt;Nasci mulher&lt;br /&gt;Sou um ser humano, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como tu, que és homem&lt;br /&gt;Com coração&lt;br /&gt;Que sabe dar amor&lt;br /&gt;Que te dá o amparo, o carinho&lt;br /&gt;quando te esqueces que és forte&lt;br /&gt;Quando fraquejas,&lt;br /&gt;Ouvirás no coração&lt;br /&gt;A voz da razão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E dirás:&lt;br /&gt;Sou como tu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iguais&lt;br /&gt;E a tua alma, sentirá&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia&lt;br /&gt;Nasceu ... A MULHER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-235932884144105179?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/235932884144105179/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=235932884144105179' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/235932884144105179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/235932884144105179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/03/ser-mulher.html' title='SER MULHER ( A minha homenagem )'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/ScSjT05uKMI/AAAAAAAACkg/dwQGeax7_tw/s72-c/ramos-rosas-3-p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-4320041098429077177</id><published>2009-03-19T20:03:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:56:53.538Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/ScKlv3vntHI/AAAAAAAACj4/a6HvXnQr56Q/s1600-h/1635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314992752086725746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/ScKlv3vntHI/AAAAAAAACj4/a6HvXnQr56Q/s320/1635.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É noite&lt;br /&gt;Olho através da vidraça&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém passa&lt;br /&gt;Vejo as estrelas que tremeluzem&lt;br /&gt;Parecendo dançar&lt;br /&gt;A música da alegria&lt;br /&gt;É noite, findou o dia&lt;br /&gt;Noite calma, amante das estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de vê-las&lt;br /&gt;Luzentes, tentadoras&lt;br /&gt;Amores, flores, sedução&lt;br /&gt;São sorriso, amor, paixão&lt;br /&gt;Que reluzem&lt;br /&gt;Na perfeita escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Penso em ti,&lt;br /&gt;Na tua imensidão&lt;br /&gt;Olho a noite, incerta&lt;br /&gt;Calafrios de emoção&lt;br /&gt;Rua deserta&lt;br /&gt;Isolada da agitação&lt;br /&gt;Sinto nos lábios, um carinho&lt;br /&gt;Doce beijinho&lt;br /&gt;Dado no calor da emoção&lt;br /&gt;Sonho, ou imaginação?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-4320041098429077177?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/4320041098429077177/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=4320041098429077177' title='22 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/4320041098429077177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/4320041098429077177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-noite-olho-atraves-da-vidraca-ninguem.html' title=''/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/ScKlv3vntHI/AAAAAAAACj4/a6HvXnQr56Q/s72-c/1635.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-8792857821662042350</id><published>2009-03-19T12:17:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-19T12:46:53.122Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia do Pai</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PFxVe9BqrxM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PFxVe9BqrxM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu querido PAI. &lt;br /&gt;Sinto saudades de ver os teus olhos, ouvir as tuas palavras, do teu beijo, do teu abraço amigo, de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Partiste dos meus braços como foi a tua vontade. Nas minhas lágrimas silenciosas, ficou a alegria da tua escolha, no momento da tua partida.&lt;br /&gt;Não te recordo, simplesmente porque nunca sais do meu pensamento. Foste e serás SEMPRE o melhor e mais completo HOMEM do Mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Queria eu ser aquilo que tu foste. Querido Pai, que saudades. Hoje é o teu dia, o meu dia, porque também sou Pai. Não serei como tu foste, mas tento ser, algo do que tu foste.&lt;br /&gt;AMO-TE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/ScI-ZPH91NI/AAAAAAAACjw/snYVebznHyA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 98px; height: 129px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/ScI-ZPH91NI/AAAAAAAACjw/snYVebznHyA/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314879113528202450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-8792857821662042350?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/8792857821662042350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=8792857821662042350' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/8792857821662042350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/8792857821662042350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/03/dia-do-pai.html' title='Dia do Pai'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/ScI-ZPH91NI/AAAAAAAACjw/snYVebznHyA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-1236043990844196626</id><published>2009-03-18T13:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-18T13:55:53.385Z</updated><title type='text'>Tu és uma ... FLOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/ScD9D4fVw7I/AAAAAAAACjg/FZ-1dIQFiKM/s1600-h/1_product_g_2951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314525803442455474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/ScD9D4fVw7I/AAAAAAAACjg/FZ-1dIQFiKM/s320/1_product_g_2951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amor, abre a tua mão&lt;br /&gt;Segura as flores que te dou&lt;br /&gt;Não deixes que “fuja” o chão&lt;br /&gt;A quem sempre te amou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não feches a alma e o coração&lt;br /&gt;Há existência e seus louvores&lt;br /&gt;Bem-querer, segura na tua mão&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor, em ramo de flores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu carinho, minha devoção&lt;br /&gt;Tua alma, deusa querida&lt;br /&gt;Faz morada do teu coração&lt;br /&gt;Deixando que nela, eu resida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nestes versos mal terminados&lt;br /&gt;E na mensagem de uma flor&lt;br /&gt;Nas tuas mãos, dedos delicados&lt;br /&gt;Segura o meu coração, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-1236043990844196626?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/1236043990844196626/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=1236043990844196626' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/1236043990844196626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/1236043990844196626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/03/tu-es-uma-flor.html' title='Tu és uma ... FLOR'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/ScD9D4fVw7I/AAAAAAAACjg/FZ-1dIQFiKM/s72-c/1_product_g_2951.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-4202013842501208135</id><published>2009-03-17T19:29:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:44:43.438Z</updated><title type='text'>Olhos castanhos são ... t...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Sb_6cff-SyI/AAAAAAAACjY/oSCgZmCYRAY/s1600-h/DSC0141666_psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314241452719360802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Sb_6cff-SyI/AAAAAAAACjY/oSCgZmCYRAY/s320/DSC0141666_psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Teus olhos, carícias de vida&lt;br /&gt;Flores em planície, fulgentes&lt;br /&gt;Força de alma forte e aguerrida&lt;br /&gt;Que enviam faíscas luzentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu andar de graça, perfumado&lt;br /&gt;Sorriso em lábios de encanto&lt;br /&gt;São rosas em amor vincado&lt;br /&gt;Linho de puro e suave manto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ver-te passar ondeante de beleza&lt;br /&gt;Seguir-te com o olhar, lampejante&lt;br /&gt;Exaure o meu coração por certeza&lt;br /&gt;De te ver tão fria e tão distante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua gentileza em desvelo salutar&lt;br /&gt;Faz de ti a mais bonita e querida&lt;br /&gt;Fico feliz só de poder imaginar&lt;br /&gt;Teus olhos,  carícias de vida&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-4202013842501208135?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/4202013842501208135/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=4202013842501208135' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/4202013842501208135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/4202013842501208135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/03/teus-olhos-sao-caricias-de-vida-flores.html' title='Olhos castanhos são ... t...'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Sb_6cff-SyI/AAAAAAAACjY/oSCgZmCYRAY/s72-c/DSC0141666_psd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-3165616407933712044</id><published>2009-03-17T17:42:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-17T17:52:30.537Z</updated><title type='text'>Para relaxar</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X4oPWINVVEw&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X4oPWINVVEw&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando estamos menos bem, a música, qual musa da inspiração, deve ser deixada entrar no nosso coração. Gosto de ouvir esta música, esta letra fantástica, esta voz sublime.&lt;br /&gt;ARREPIANTE, quando interiorizamos a melodia e nos deixamos "vaguear" pelas arestas do sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Não se gosta porque se gosta. Gosta-se porque o nosso ego nos chama, nos guia, nos acalma, e numa música, nos conduz à Paz de espírito.&lt;br /&gt;Que melhor que a música para nos "iluminar" nos dias mais escuros em que a nossa alma se fecha, fraqueja, e até se esconde nos pensamentos menos felizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouçam ... e relaxem.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-3165616407933712044?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/3165616407933712044/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=3165616407933712044' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/3165616407933712044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/3165616407933712044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/03/para-relaxar.html' title='Para relaxar'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-6428780218659875488</id><published>2009-03-16T01:54:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T03:08:11.116Z</updated><title type='text'>Um momento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Sb2xpY8wJ3I/AAAAAAAACjA/w0PQAMGFdSQ/s1600-h/1176490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313598459997071218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Sb2xpY8wJ3I/AAAAAAAACjA/w0PQAMGFdSQ/s320/1176490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boninas germinam em trigais&lt;br /&gt;Perfumes, essências de vida&lt;br /&gt;Flores, pétalas, carinhos finais&lt;br /&gt;Quimeras em energia atrevida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passos guiados pelos findos trilhos&lt;br /&gt;Realejos tocados na ilusão tardia&lt;br /&gt;Bonanças ligadas por finos atilhos&lt;br /&gt;Paixões loucas em veios de fantasia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em seu regaço descansa a altivez&lt;br /&gt;Nos seus olhos a pureza do sentir&lt;br /&gt;Paixão de amor que invocam, talvez&lt;br /&gt;Termos de verdade que fazem sorrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em cada pétala que dança ao vento&lt;br /&gt;Acaricia o coração da flor em graça&lt;br /&gt;São o florir da sua alma e sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Sorrisos de amor para quem passa&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-6428780218659875488?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/6428780218659875488/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=6428780218659875488' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/6428780218659875488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/6428780218659875488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/03/um-momento.html' title='Um momento'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Sb2xpY8wJ3I/AAAAAAAACjA/w0PQAMGFdSQ/s72-c/1176490.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-229697312937994075</id><published>2009-03-14T08:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-14T08:58:55.596Z</updated><title type='text'>Quadras vadias</title><content type='html'>Sinto as palavras secas pela aragem&lt;br /&gt;Quero falar e por voz não consigo&lt;br /&gt;Vejo a sombra da tua passagem&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber como posso ir contigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No âmago da viagem pelo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Na canícula da insana miragem&lt;br /&gt;Fica a frieza do entendimento&lt;br /&gt;Voz silenciosa em cada margem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No crepúsculo da luz inebriante&lt;br /&gt;Diviso imagens de pura fantasia&lt;br /&gt;Vejo a noite na estrela cintilante&lt;br /&gt;Na tua luz a chama do bonito dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhos molhados de pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Amores sentidos em alma oca&lt;br /&gt;São a causa dos meus tormentos&lt;br /&gt;Como beijos enxutos da tua boca&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-229697312937994075?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/229697312937994075/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=229697312937994075' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/229697312937994075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/229697312937994075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/03/quadras-vadias.html' title='Quadras vadias'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-3791524769317418926</id><published>2009-03-12T14:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-12T19:25:34.299Z</updated><title type='text'>Quadras soltas</title><content type='html'>Correm as águas em enseada de vida&lt;br /&gt;Percorrem caminhos de forte pranto&lt;br /&gt;São enfeites em agra de alma aguerrida&lt;br /&gt;Carinhos circulando a favor do tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flores que incensam almas sangrando&lt;br /&gt;Amores que sofrem de desencanto&lt;br /&gt;São águas em enceto leito, secando&lt;br /&gt;Fugidias de espíritos em polido pranto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nódoas em coração por artes, destemido&lt;br /&gt;Fogaças arrimadas no meio da descrença&lt;br /&gt;São ecos de quem sofre em lúcido gemido&lt;br /&gt;Coração de mulher na sua força e crença&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escorrem sentimentos pela essência&lt;br /&gt;Deixam adivinhar a prece dos sentidos&lt;br /&gt;São irracionais na destemida aparência&lt;br /&gt;Fortes na carência de valores esquecidos&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-3791524769317418926?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/3791524769317418926/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=3791524769317418926' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/3791524769317418926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/3791524769317418926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/03/quadras-soltas.html' title='Quadras soltas'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-6251313009993712358</id><published>2009-03-11T11:41:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-11T11:43:36.237Z</updated><title type='text'>Tu ... o meu momento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Sbejp_SpS0I/AAAAAAAACiA/Gk4E9W6VhB4/s1600-h/untitled+........bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311894227266390850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Sbejp_SpS0I/AAAAAAAACiA/Gk4E9W6VhB4/s320/untitled+........bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cã espuma em orla de vida&lt;br /&gt;Ebúrneos sentidos de chama&lt;br /&gt;Vozes de ânimo e “mágoa” sentida&lt;br /&gt;Coração pungente de quem ama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ourela de alento de alma dilecta&lt;br /&gt;Em teu corpo mora e respira&lt;br /&gt;Fazem de ti a minha predilecta&lt;br /&gt;Sorriso que o meu coração aspira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor em corpo de valia pura&lt;br /&gt;Desacerto de ideias e locuções&lt;br /&gt;São laivos de tristeza e loucura&lt;br /&gt;Que destroem tantos corações&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por amor se rende o destino&lt;br /&gt;No teu encanto, o sentimento&lt;br /&gt;O teu olhar de recorte fino&lt;br /&gt;Fazem de ti, o meu momento&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/3461011547635417688-6251313009993712358?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/6251313009993712358/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=6251313009993712358' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/6251313009993712358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/6251313009993712358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/03/tu-o-meu-momento.html' title='Tu ... o meu momento'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Sbejp_SpS0I/AAAAAAAACiA/Gk4E9W6VhB4/s72-c/untitled+........bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-4994707963340184467</id><published>2009-03-10T12:38:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:43:55.630Z</updated><title type='text'>Triste vivência em ... Solidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SbZfcJ0SqJI/AAAAAAAAChY/veRBJ77WZiA/s1600-h/729229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311537747806300306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SbZfcJ0SqJI/AAAAAAAAChY/veRBJ77WZiA/s320/729229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já o Sol se punha&lt;br /&gt;Por detrás do monte&lt;br /&gt;E a mulher ali sentada.&lt;br /&gt;Olhar perdido no além&lt;br /&gt;Vazio de esperança&lt;br /&gt;Pernas enrugadas de cansaço&lt;br /&gt;Faces engelhadas pelo tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olhar triste e profundo&lt;br /&gt;Como se no mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já não existisse nada&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei se pensava&lt;br /&gt;Palavra não dizia&lt;br /&gt;Sob os seus pés faltava espaço&lt;br /&gt;Caíam lágrimas no seu regaço&lt;br /&gt;De pura sensibilidade&lt;br /&gt;Sensações de saudade&lt;br /&gt;Feitas mágoas de solidão&lt;br /&gt;Dias vividos na ilusão&lt;br /&gt;No velho sofá, descansava&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Envelhecendo&lt;br /&gt;Olhos fixos no horizonte&lt;br /&gt;Parecendo ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para além do monte&lt;br /&gt;O Sol ... "morrendo"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-4994707963340184467?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/4994707963340184467/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=4994707963340184467' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/4994707963340184467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/4994707963340184467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/03/solidao.html' title='Triste vivência em ... Solidão'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SbZfcJ0SqJI/AAAAAAAAChY/veRBJ77WZiA/s72-c/729229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-3501012213541894279</id><published>2009-03-10T00:14:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-10T00:21:17.182Z</updated><title type='text'>O homem ... e a LUZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SbWx1Gi53OI/AAAAAAAAChI/p_bMF7LtzFw/s1600-h/homemluzblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311346861401562338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SbWx1Gi53OI/AAAAAAAAChI/p_bMF7LtzFw/s320/homemluzblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entre mágoas e delírios solitários&lt;br /&gt;Caminho pelas correntes de luz&lt;br /&gt;Vejo ondas de amores contrários&lt;br /&gt;Ao coração que a alma conduz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou um diafragma em movimento&lt;br /&gt;Onde a origem é gume da confiança&lt;br /&gt;Paragem de sonho no pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Afecto anelado nas asas da esperança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou viagem em barco à deriva&lt;br /&gt;Sobre as ondas de amor destinado&lt;br /&gt;Palavra de som em alma esquiva&lt;br /&gt;Alma de gelo em coração amado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voz do vento soprando levemente&lt;br /&gt;Ar perfumado que deixo em tua mão&lt;br /&gt;Se me queres, diz-me docemente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu te entrego o meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-3501012213541894279?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/3501012213541894279/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=3501012213541894279' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/3501012213541894279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/3501012213541894279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-homem-e-luz.html' title='O homem ... e a LUZ'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SbWx1Gi53OI/AAAAAAAAChI/p_bMF7LtzFw/s72-c/homemluzblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-3781787171226920283</id><published>2009-03-09T15:10:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-09T15:42:46.903Z</updated><title type='text'>Solidão ... vadia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SbU18tsB9WI/AAAAAAAACg4/_rQPKVHeNmg/s1600-h/untitled+.................bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311210652726064482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SbU18tsB9WI/AAAAAAAACg4/_rQPKVHeNmg/s320/untitled+.................bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Verdes são as bermas da ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Em que andando sinto a aragem&lt;br /&gt;São ventos que agitam o coração&lt;br /&gt;Que me avisam da tua passagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A solidão de frescos arvoredos&lt;br /&gt;Que guiam os meus inseguros passos&lt;br /&gt;Reflectem os meus anseios e medos&lt;br /&gt;Carências e desejos dos teus abraços&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na vertigem da reflexão silvestre&lt;br /&gt;Ouvem-se bramidos de precisão&lt;br /&gt;Amores dispersos em via campestre&lt;br /&gt;Desatinos amorosos do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recordo amor em dor sentida&lt;br /&gt;Pecados passados que vivi&lt;br /&gt;Caminho na erma, esquecida&lt;br /&gt;Sorrindo, quando penso em ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-3781787171226920283?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/3781787171226920283/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=3781787171226920283' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/3781787171226920283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/3781787171226920283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/03/solidao-vadia.html' title='Solidão ... vadia'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SbU18tsB9WI/AAAAAAAACg4/_rQPKVHeNmg/s72-c/untitled+.................bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-4465200195635357017</id><published>2009-03-08T18:48:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:16:25.419Z</updated><title type='text'>A magia do teu ser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SbQTy5C4YSI/AAAAAAAACgo/JvoT9WzyKf8/s1600-h/2257247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310891625603948834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SbQTy5C4YSI/AAAAAAAACgo/JvoT9WzyKf8/s320/2257247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deixa-me em ti pensar&lt;br /&gt;Que por ti fique absorto&lt;br /&gt;Que eu sinta naufragar&lt;br /&gt;O teu corpo no meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir os teus desejos&lt;br /&gt;Amar-te em tarde calma&lt;br /&gt;Que o sabor dos teus beijos&lt;br /&gt;Causem sonhos na minha alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que os teus sonhos sejam meus&lt;br /&gt;Que seja meu o teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Que os meus beijos sejam teus&lt;br /&gt;Que seja meu o teu pensar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que esse sorriso encantador&lt;br /&gt;Seja prece em alvorada&lt;br /&gt;Que a fantasia seja o factor&lt;br /&gt;De te sentires mulher amada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-4465200195635357017?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/4465200195635357017/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=4465200195635357017' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-6192113194856381203</id><published>2009-03-07T15:58:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-07T16:15:34.640Z</updated><title type='text'>Anseios</title><content type='html'>Coração aspergido da tua entrega&lt;br /&gt;Anseios represos pelos sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Embriaguez de correria louca&lt;br /&gt;Na procura de um orientação&lt;br /&gt;Aninho de afectos perdidos&lt;br /&gt;Docemente, com paixão&lt;br /&gt;Beijo a tua boca&lt;br /&gt;Terrível tentação&lt;br /&gt;Que no meu ser se refrega&lt;br /&gt;Numa luta errante&lt;br /&gt;Alucinação constante&lt;br /&gt;Na procura do teu coração&lt;br /&gt;Se o alcanço?!&lt;br /&gt;Suspiro na interrogação.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-6192113194856381203?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/6192113194856381203/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=6192113194856381203' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/6192113194856381203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/6192113194856381203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/03/anseios.html' title='Anseios'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-6869302027638201770</id><published>2009-03-06T03:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-06T03:50:56.352Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SbCdQVSxeRI/AAAAAAAACf4/U-Cc5hVKOlY/s1600-h/A%2520Mulher%2520e%2520o%2520Mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309916864589166866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SbCdQVSxeRI/AAAAAAAACf4/U-Cc5hVKOlY/s320/A%252520Mulher%252520e%252520o%252520Mar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Encadeados sentidos absortos&lt;br /&gt;Assonâncias que ficaram por fazer&lt;br /&gt;Delírios de pensamentos soltos&lt;br /&gt;Amores que por deslizes deixei morrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promessas ditas em coração oco&lt;br /&gt;Olhares parados de visão afastada&lt;br /&gt;Amores terminados por ser louco&lt;br /&gt;Anelos por querer tudo, sem nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laivos de solidez em ternura pardacenta&lt;br /&gt;Promessas de grandeza, irreais&lt;br /&gt;Estrelas luminosas em noite cinzenta&lt;br /&gt;Carência de quem tudo tem e quer mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singro em barcaça por gotas de fadiga&lt;br /&gt;Evocando momentos de euforia carente&lt;br /&gt;Nado por escorreitas lágrimas em miga&lt;br /&gt;E em teu ancoradouro atraco, finalmente&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/3461011547635417688-6869302027638201770?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SbCdQVSxeRI/AAAAAAAACf4/U-Cc5hVKOlY/s72-c/A%252520Mulher%252520e%252520o%252520Mar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-98088327861298535</id><published>2009-03-04T18:51:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-03-04T19:22:22.081Z</updated><title type='text'>Devaneios de pensamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Sa7ODu8vstI/AAAAAAAACfw/QRaCFVi9dYI/s1600-h/misturado-raca-mulher_~BLD049277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309407574254138066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Sa7ODu8vstI/AAAAAAAACfw/QRaCFVi9dYI/s320/misturado-raca-mulher_~BLD049277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teu cabelo ondulando ao vento&lt;br /&gt;Teu olhar fausto de amor austero&lt;br /&gt;São arrepios de indizível lamento&lt;br /&gt;Desejos do beijo que de ti, espero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu aroma que desvaira o meu ser&lt;br /&gt;Teus passos que cativam meu sentir&lt;br /&gt;São "ordens" que me apraz obedecer&lt;br /&gt;Por do teu coração não querer sair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua presença achaca o meu plangor&lt;br /&gt;Por ver teu sorriso mau e indiferente&lt;br /&gt;Pareces troçar do meu grande amor&lt;br /&gt;Nem reparas neste coração plangente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando te arredas de minha senda&lt;br /&gt;E finges inimizar o meu encanto&lt;br /&gt;Ficas gravada na mente, como lenda&lt;br /&gt;Deste homem que te ama tanto &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-98088327861298535?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/98088327861298535/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=98088327861298535' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/98088327861298535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/98088327861298535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/03/devaneios-de-pensamento.html' title='Devaneios de pensamento'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/Sa7ODu8vstI/AAAAAAAACfw/QRaCFVi9dYI/s72-c/misturado-raca-mulher_~BLD049277.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-2705202597869106018</id><published>2009-03-03T18:07:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:24:07.311Z</updated><title type='text'>Para você.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V878xkxRo-M&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V878xkxRo-M&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouça em silêncio. Interiorize. Sorria. Seja feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Dedico esta música a todas as mulheres que gostam de ouvir a voz do coração.&lt;br /&gt;Nas vossas bonitas mãos, deposito estas rosas, desejando que elas sejam o principio e/ou a continuação de uma chama ardente que deve encher o vosso coração e tranquilizar a vossa alma.  &lt;br /&gt;Para você, com carinho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-2705202597869106018?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/2705202597869106018/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=2705202597869106018' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/2705202597869106018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/2705202597869106018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/03/para-voce.html' title='Para você.'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-8107188252185130513</id><published>2009-03-01T14:47:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:01:35.767Z</updated><title type='text'>Contradições em dia ... de chuva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SaqgwyPRESI/AAAAAAAACfY/_QyTjrSLm14/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308231870789521698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SaqgwyPRESI/AAAAAAAACfY/_QyTjrSLm14/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ruas desertas&lt;br /&gt;Chuva que cai&lt;br /&gt;Se esvai&lt;br /&gt;Em odes incertas&lt;br /&gt;Afectos perdidos&lt;br /&gt;Esquecidos&lt;br /&gt;Pingos de amor&lt;br /&gt;Renascem em flor&lt;br /&gt;Em beijos aquecidos&lt;br /&gt;Na dor&lt;br /&gt;Na separação dos corações&lt;br /&gt;Amores vadios, traições&lt;br /&gt;No despudor dos olhares&lt;br /&gt;Promessas de altares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confiança, desconfiança&lt;br /&gt;Olhares amorosos&lt;br /&gt;De paixão, carinhosos&lt;br /&gt;"Sorrisos" de esperança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo se alcança&lt;br /&gt;Na chuva que cai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-8107188252185130513?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/8107188252185130513/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=8107188252185130513' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/8107188252185130513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/8107188252185130513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/03/contradicoes-em-dia-de-chuva.html' title='Contradições em dia ... de chuva'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SaqgwyPRESI/AAAAAAAACfY/_QyTjrSLm14/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-1983577439371011727</id><published>2009-02-26T19:44:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-27T19:00:01.282Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SabxO3I9-XI/AAAAAAAACeg/CjqxEU9wKaE/s1600-h/MULHER_DA_CHUVA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307194448524736882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SabxO3I9-XI/AAAAAAAACeg/CjqxEU9wKaE/s320/MULHER_DA_CHUVA.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotas de chuva em cristal&lt;br /&gt;Caíam sobre o teu rosto carente&lt;br /&gt;"Salgadas" de um amor real&lt;br /&gt;Que eu libava docemente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dançavas em rodopio de alegria&lt;br /&gt;Sob a chuva que caía do Firmamento&lt;br /&gt;Como se esse fosse o último dia&lt;br /&gt;Que vivias de amor sem tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem passava em rumorejo, sorria&lt;br /&gt;Da indolência da alma molhada&lt;br /&gt;Mas ninguém compreendia&lt;br /&gt;A fineza da tua dança extasiada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sob as águas frias e delirantes&lt;br /&gt;Olhava o teu rosto encantador&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo as gotas  cair, constantes&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto te osculava, meu amor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-1983577439371011727?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/1983577439371011727/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=1983577439371011727' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/1983577439371011727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/1983577439371011727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/02/gotas-de-chuva-em-cristal-caiam-sobre-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SabxO3I9-XI/AAAAAAAACeg/CjqxEU9wKaE/s72-c/MULHER_DA_CHUVA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-4636151742690806077</id><published>2009-02-25T19:43:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:18:09.004Z</updated><title type='text'>Tu ... e para ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SaWfxAJxnUI/AAAAAAAACeI/PTb-GsmlIP4/s1600-h/922018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306823400129404226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SaWfxAJxnUI/AAAAAAAACeI/PTb-GsmlIP4/s320/922018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olhai os lírios que florescem&lt;br /&gt;Em bocados de terra bravia&lt;br /&gt;À noite de ti não se esquecem&lt;br /&gt;Brilham para ti durante o dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flor de plumas coloridas&lt;br /&gt;Fólios a dançar ao vento&lt;br /&gt;De amor, enriquecidas&lt;br /&gt;Dançando ao sabor do tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na sua graça e melifluidade&lt;br /&gt;Rainha do campo feita flor&lt;br /&gt;Oferece carinho e airosidade&lt;br /&gt;A quem os escolhe e dá amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas tuas mãos melífluas e graciosas&lt;br /&gt;Em teu coração de paz serena&lt;br /&gt;Deixo estas flores amorosas&lt;br /&gt;Que fazem de ti bonita açucena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-4636151742690806077?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/4636151742690806077/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=4636151742690806077' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/4636151742690806077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/4636151742690806077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/02/tu-es-um-lirio-dp-campo.html' title='Tu ... e para ti'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SaWfxAJxnUI/AAAAAAAACeI/PTb-GsmlIP4/s72-c/922018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-2702736780504948375</id><published>2009-02-25T12:45:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:49:27.505Z</updated><title type='text'>Força rapariga</title><content type='html'>Caminhamos ao sabor do tempo&lt;br /&gt;Abraçamos a vida, num sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Crescemos, amamos, sofremos&lt;br /&gt;Construímos família por prazer&lt;br /&gt;Somos únicos nas ambições&lt;br /&gt;Abrimos o coração aos sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Pensamos ser os mais fortes&lt;br /&gt;Julgamos que nada nos acontece&lt;br /&gt;Andamos à chuva, molhamos a alma&lt;br /&gt;Desfrutamos do sol, em tarde calma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E um dia………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maldito seja o destino&lt;br /&gt;Que nos corta o caminho&lt;br /&gt;E nos “acorda” para uma realidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Não somos nada nem ninguém”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A não ser a força da resistência&lt;br /&gt;de um amor profundo&lt;br /&gt;Que nos dá a força de ser&lt;br /&gt;E gritar ao mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://maguie-euvouvencer.blogspot.com/"&gt;EU VOU VENCER&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou contigo, querida amiga, de alma e coração. FORÇA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-2702736780504948375?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/2702736780504948375/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=2702736780504948375' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/2702736780504948375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/2702736780504948375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/02/forca-rapariga.html' title='Força rapariga'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-8535668559972222191</id><published>2009-02-24T02:53:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-02-24T04:44:16.446Z</updated><title type='text'>Tu ... e o meu sonho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SaNhZ4xZ9KI/AAAAAAAACeA/F1_cBU2h6pg/s1600-h/iara.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306191883336807586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SaNhZ4xZ9KI/AAAAAAAACeA/F1_cBU2h6pg/s320/iara.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Os teus olhos são margens&lt;br /&gt;Rios enfeitados de amor&lt;br /&gt;Carícias, frescas aragens&lt;br /&gt;Perfume da tua áurea de flor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teus lábios, mares de desejo&lt;br /&gt;Curvas de caminho turbulento&lt;br /&gt;Lençóis manchados por um beijo&lt;br /&gt;Que te dou em  pensamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuas faces fulgentes de sentido&lt;br /&gt;Fímbrias que amparam o tormento&lt;br /&gt;Na memória do ósculo esquecido&lt;br /&gt;Quando te sinto emissária no vento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu cabelo, fios de afectivo linho&lt;br /&gt;Ondas de água em maré viva&lt;br /&gt;Criam no meu árduo caminho&lt;br /&gt;Sorriso aberto de amor pela vida&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-8535668559972222191?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/8535668559972222191/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=8535668559972222191' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/8535668559972222191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/8535668559972222191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/02/os-teus-olhos-sao-margens-sao-rios.html' title='Tu ... e o meu sonho'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SaNhZ4xZ9KI/AAAAAAAACeA/F1_cBU2h6pg/s72-c/iara.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-6512962388698026403</id><published>2009-02-23T03:14:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-23T03:22:35.503Z</updated><title type='text'>Passos e sentidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SaIVLwn1lMI/AAAAAAAACdo/lw3Uac6q3q0/s1600-h/mulher+caminhando+3[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305826602770601154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SaIVLwn1lMI/AAAAAAAACdo/lw3Uac6q3q0/s320/mulher%2Bcaminhando%2B3%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouço os teus passos pela estrada&lt;br /&gt;Pequenos ecos de tudo e nada&lt;br /&gt;Que escondem universos de saber&lt;br /&gt;Andares trôpegos em olhares vazios&lt;br /&gt;Sorrisos de minudência fingindo rios&lt;br /&gt;Águas de pureza que lavam o teu ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No eco das palavras escritas no vento&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o tremor do arrepio sem tempo&lt;br /&gt;Correndo veias em corpo desalinhado&lt;br /&gt;Faíscas de sonhos em cálidas manhãs&lt;br /&gt;Amores prometidos em almas cristãs&lt;br /&gt;Traição de devaneios desencontrados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No silvar de um beijo apalavrado&lt;br /&gt;Estalido de dedo em sorriso melado&lt;br /&gt;Está a afecção de um amor profundo&lt;br /&gt;Laços fechados em razão do olhar&lt;br /&gt;Abertos lábios com desejo de beijar&lt;br /&gt;Alma amada num sentimento fecundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E na metamorfose do encómio reflectido&lt;br /&gt;Saber glose do evento de rosto invertido&lt;br /&gt;Existe a ilustração da pessoa amada&lt;br /&gt;Causa-me arrepio na vertente afectuosa&lt;br /&gt;Perfume que me excita a gene amorosa&lt;br /&gt;Quando ouço os teus passos pela estrada &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-6512962388698026403?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/6512962388698026403/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=6512962388698026403' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/6512962388698026403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/6512962388698026403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/02/passos-e-sentidos.html' title='Passos e sentidos'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SaIVLwn1lMI/AAAAAAAACdo/lw3Uac6q3q0/s72-c/mulher%2Bcaminhando%2B3%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-1117330254469674855</id><published>2009-02-21T07:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-21T08:03:56.474Z</updated><title type='text'>Juntos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SZ-0wKISxxI/AAAAAAAACcw/-DqrYgTalSo/s1600-h/ANTARTIDA+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305157625511593746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SZ-0wKISxxI/AAAAAAAACcw/-DqrYgTalSo/s320/ANTARTIDA+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No assenso das palavras tuas&lt;br /&gt;Está o meu sentir de contento&lt;br /&gt;Deixando esvaecer frases nuas&lt;br /&gt;Que me purificam o sentimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No frio das noites raias e ardentes&lt;br /&gt;Em que o meu espírito devaneia&lt;br /&gt;Sinto no peito frases quentes&lt;br /&gt;Em que o meu sentido vagueia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na códão das manhãs campestres&lt;br /&gt;Colho flores em perfumados viridários&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo-me vencer caminhos agrestes&lt;br /&gt;Nos meus pensamentos solitários&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bate o teu ânimo em espavento&lt;br /&gt;Por orações que te faço escutar&lt;br /&gt;São o teu e o meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Que no amor fazem por se juntar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-1117330254469674855?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/1117330254469674855/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=1117330254469674855' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/1117330254469674855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/1117330254469674855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/02/juntos.html' title='Juntos'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SZ-0wKISxxI/AAAAAAAACcw/-DqrYgTalSo/s72-c/ANTARTIDA+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-2044514332854489320</id><published>2009-02-20T14:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:25:50.955Z</updated><title type='text'>Margarida, Flor do Olimpo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SZ7nWgprgGI/AAAAAAAACco/-FeCw3lIOUc/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo....bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304931784996913250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SZ7nWgprgGI/AAAAAAAACco/-FeCw3lIOUc/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo....bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maguie-euvouvencer.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aqui reside a Flor do Olimpo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A margarida é uma flor marvilhosa. Quis o destino, por vezes cruel, que uma margarida tivesse que meter baixa, deixando por algum tempo de ser a RAINHA do seu jardim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ela é uma flor linda, corajosa, grande guerreira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vai agora a partir do dia 25 fazer umas férias a um hotel, que embora não marcadas por si, são aquelas que o destino lhe reservou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As guerreiras, quais FLOR DO OLIMPO, são isso mesmo. Guerreiras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E as Guereiras nasceram para VENCER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E TU VENCERÁS.&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/3461011547635417688-2044514332854489320?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/2044514332854489320/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=2044514332854489320' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/2044514332854489320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/2044514332854489320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/02/margarida-flor-do-olimpo.html' title='Margarida, Flor do Olimpo'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SZ7nWgprgGI/AAAAAAAACco/-FeCw3lIOUc/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo....bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-7875651578481568785</id><published>2009-02-17T22:02:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:22:55.184Z</updated><title type='text'>Dedos e sentimentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SZs2_3JRjsI/AAAAAAAACcQ/PnSwzxU-AqM/s1600-h/73118824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303893456921398978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SZs2_3JRjsI/AAAAAAAACcQ/PnSwzxU-AqM/s320/73118824.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na ponta dos meus dedos&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a suavidade da tua tez&lt;br /&gt;É fruto dos meus medos&lt;br /&gt;De carinhos, tremores, talvez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na ponta dos meus lábios&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o gosto dos beijos teus&lt;br /&gt;São fruto de olhares sábios&lt;br /&gt;Entre sorrisos, prazeres meus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na ponta do teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a verdura da paixão&lt;br /&gt;São fruto do verbo amar&lt;br /&gt;Que me acalma o coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na ponta do meu desejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto a verdade sâ e pura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No sabor de um teu beijo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Está o bálsamo da minha cura &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-7875651578481568785?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/7875651578481568785/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=7875651578481568785' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/7875651578481568785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/7875651578481568785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/02/dedos-e-sentimentos.html' title='Dedos e sentimentos'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SZs2_3JRjsI/AAAAAAAACcQ/PnSwzxU-AqM/s72-c/73118824.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-2469098819167446359</id><published>2009-02-15T09:45:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-15T09:56:03.575Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SZflLIjQ4eI/AAAAAAAACb4/aRSmqMY0k60/s1600-h/1263050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302959065688760802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SZflLIjQ4eI/AAAAAAAACb4/aRSmqMY0k60/s320/1263050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olho os areais por águas batidos&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o bater do coração&lt;br /&gt;A paz; a ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Mexo na areia molhada&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos em desfolhada&lt;br /&gt;Sorriso de esperança&lt;br /&gt;Voz calma da paixão&lt;br /&gt;Ouço o canto duma sereia&lt;br /&gt;É a frescura da areia&lt;br /&gt;Que me envolve; me acalma&lt;br /&gt;Vejo as gaivotas na sua dança&lt;br /&gt;No seu olhar em "voz" calada&lt;br /&gt;Vejo as águas que baloiçam&lt;br /&gt;Em ondas de alta voltagem&lt;br /&gt;Que me refrescam &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com a sua doce chegada&lt;br /&gt;Me transmitem a felicidade  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando na suavidade&lt;br /&gt;Olho os areais por águas batidos &lt;br /&gt;Que parecem chamar por ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-2469098819167446359?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/2469098819167446359/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=2469098819167446359' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/2469098819167446359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/2469098819167446359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/02/olho-os-areais-por-aguas-batidos-sinto.html' title=''/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SZflLIjQ4eI/AAAAAAAACb4/aRSmqMY0k60/s72-c/1263050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461011547635417688.post-8838148524529308301</id><published>2009-02-14T13:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:11:35.743Z</updated><title type='text'>Que haja Paz e Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SZbLU5hRvLI/AAAAAAAACbY/bv_RQhgBLe8/s1600-h/ng1119454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302649171173555378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SZbLU5hRvLI/AAAAAAAACbY/bv_RQhgBLe8/s320/ng1119454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dia de S. Valentim, dia dedicado aos namorados, dia de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que a seta de cupido atravesse os vossos corações&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sejam sempre bons namorados/as.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SZbtBOnH_uI/AAAAAAAACbg/dnDSFMhmMNs/s1600-h/dia_dos_namorados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302686216633188066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SZbtBOnH_uI/AAAAAAAACbg/dnDSFMhmMNs/s320/dia_dos_namorados.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461011547635417688-8838148524529308301?l=pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/feeds/8838148524529308301/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461011547635417688&amp;postID=8838148524529308301' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/8838148524529308301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461011547635417688/posts/default/8838148524529308301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosedevaneiosdoaguialivre.blogspot.com/2009/02/que-haja-paz-e-amor.html' title='Que haja Paz e Amor'/><author><name>Ricardo/águia_livre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448315962452298308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMi2HlcPWSY/TtvfgquXthI/AAAAAAAAGtg/KcPizYow0uE/s220/295927_2123945265470_1451034551_31807065_486699620_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3c0bK7fv3BA/SZbLU5hRvLI/AAAAAAAACbY/bv_RQhgBLe8/s72-c/ng1119454.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
