<?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-3041913160956377534</id><updated>2011-10-23T02:11:00.189-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Almanaque Poético</title><subtitle type='html'>Poesias</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OGc-0W_7yEA/TqMLSMGTZvI/AAAAAAAAByg/xO_XZNcMnjI/s1600/desencontro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OGc-0W_7yEA/TqMLSMGTZvI/AAAAAAAAByg/xO_XZNcMnjI/s320/desencontro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666385163275429618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma nova leitura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você resolveu partir&lt;br /&gt;De tão ingrata, nem olhou pra trás&lt;br /&gt;Disse que ia viver a sua vida&lt;br /&gt;E encontrar sua tão desejada "paz"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permiti, sem brigar, você partir&lt;br /&gt;Nem ao menos critiquei essa situação&lt;br /&gt;Pois nada nesse mundo é mais cruel&lt;br /&gt;Do que destruir-se dentro de um coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pela porta você se foi...&lt;br /&gt;Pedi a Deus pra te acompanhar e proteger&lt;br /&gt;Pois essa dor eu podia suportar&lt;br /&gt;Sem ao menos precisar me benzer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os dias foram passando...&lt;br /&gt;As notícias sobre você foram desaparecendo&lt;br /&gt;Mas o coração magoado e amante&lt;br /&gt;Sempre por você torcendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daí...que me aparece no tempo e com o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Um novo sorriso de encanto&lt;br /&gt;E quando me percebi&lt;br /&gt;Eu já não refletia mais nenhum pranto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veio novamente a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;O meu olhar alegrar&lt;br /&gt;E dá a calma necessária a um coração&lt;br /&gt;Que já não merecia mais penar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma nova canção passei a escutar&lt;br /&gt;Novas poesias começaram a nascer&lt;br /&gt;Os dias passaram a ser mais vividos&lt;br /&gt;Eu só tinha a agradecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o destino, pregador de peças&lt;br /&gt;Novamente o meu caminho encruzilhou&lt;br /&gt;Com aquela mulher que tanto amei&lt;br /&gt;Mas que um dia me deixou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não foi preciso ser forte&lt;br /&gt;Pra resistir a essa situação&lt;br /&gt;Pois o sorriso presente no rosto dela&lt;br /&gt;Já dava sinais de sua intenção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É nessa hora que o homem tem que ser homem&lt;br /&gt;E saber ponderar razão-coração&lt;br /&gt;E lembrar que um dia se viu&lt;br /&gt;Imerso na ingratidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi um tanto engraçado&lt;br /&gt;Nesse momento tive que me benzer&lt;br /&gt;Coisa que não fiz quando ela me deixou&lt;br /&gt;Vou dizer o porque:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda vez que estiver vivendo a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Nunca vire a página anterior do caderno-vida&lt;br /&gt;Pois história ou estória já escrita&lt;br /&gt;Não passam de uma leitura repetida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-8227888224339295007?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-2198046546585058336</id><published>2010-07-23T07:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T08:27:25.627-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Ar: A Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TElx8ZPQujI/AAAAAAAABKY/CuzHpGSxcNc/s1600/liberdade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TElx8ZPQujI/AAAAAAAABKY/CuzHpGSxcNc/s320/liberdade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497050102563387954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu Ar: A Vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que inspirar, pra que assim eu possa expirar tudo que recebo de vida e da vida do mundo, eu, por existir, tenho que devolver o mesmo ar que outrora respirei, pois ele é o mesmo que devolvo com parte de mim, assim componho as partículas invisíveis que circulam o mundo e o tornam tão vivente e real. Acredito, de forma um tanto trivial, que o mundo dá voltas, como também acredito que durante essas voltas eu não estarei no mesmo lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo tudo que conquistei, pois o que foi oferecido nem sempre foi o que precisei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cresço e crescerei movido com a pulsação que inspira e expira meus pulmões, pois o mesmo ar que respiro já se fez e se faz combustível de outros corações. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-2198046546585058336?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/2198046546585058336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/2198046546585058336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/07/meu-ar-vida.html' title='Meu Ar: A Vida'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TElx8ZPQujI/AAAAAAAABKY/CuzHpGSxcNc/s72-c/liberdade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-2297146557665784320</id><published>2010-07-20T18:34:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T18:40:28.091-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Venha Sempre!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TEYXi495WJI/AAAAAAAABIY/sKNc4zif-3Q/s1600/chuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TEYXi495WJI/AAAAAAAABIY/sKNc4zif-3Q/s320/chuva.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496106283427256466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venha Sempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a chuva passar&lt;br /&gt;E um novo raio de sol nascer&lt;br /&gt;Os pássaros novamente vão cantar&lt;br /&gt;Pra tua beleza enaltecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a chuva passar&lt;br /&gt;E a terra umedecer&lt;br /&gt;Uma nova semente vai germinar&lt;br /&gt;Pra uma nova árvore nascer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a chuva passar&lt;br /&gt;E o horizonte se abrir&lt;br /&gt;Os meus olhos poderão enxergar&lt;br /&gt;Você novamente sorrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a chuva passar&lt;br /&gt;E o céu ficar azulado&lt;br /&gt;Verei as nuvens desenhar&lt;br /&gt;Teu corpo por mim delineado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a chuva passar&lt;br /&gt;Esperarei novamente ela cair&lt;br /&gt;Assim você não irá falar&lt;br /&gt;Que já é hora de se despedir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-2297146557665784320?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/2297146557665784320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/2297146557665784320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/07/venha-sempre.html' title='Venha Sempre!'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TEYXi495WJI/AAAAAAAABIY/sKNc4zif-3Q/s72-c/chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-8346003215273706545</id><published>2010-07-19T05:03:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T19:54:55.900-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigado!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TEQHE7_nk0I/AAAAAAAAA_k/vsC9JZ42xeM/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TEQHE7_nk0I/AAAAAAAAA_k/vsC9JZ42xeM/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495525226704245570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes, muitas vezes...&lt;br /&gt;Esqueço de agradecer...&lt;br /&gt;De curvar meus joelhos...&lt;br /&gt;E seu filho saber ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando estou sozinho&lt;br /&gt;E começo a chorar&lt;br /&gt;O Senhor na sua misericórdia&lt;br /&gt;Sabe na dor me confortar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas das vezes&lt;br /&gt;Não me permiti na vida chorar&lt;br /&gt;Tentei ser mais forte que tudo&lt;br /&gt;Mas meu coração começava a empedrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi necessário sentir&lt;br /&gt;A tristeza do coração&lt;br /&gt;E começar a entender&lt;br /&gt;Que sou parte emoção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“E ainda se vier, noites traiçoeiras&lt;br /&gt;Se a cruz pesada for, Cristo estará contigo&lt;br /&gt;O mundo pode até&lt;br /&gt;Fazer você chorar&lt;br /&gt;Mas Deus te quer sorrindo”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precisei escutar parte dessa música&lt;br /&gt;E desabar no choro como criança&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma madrugada sem dormir&lt;br /&gt;Mas um outro dia se chama: esperança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tento ser uma fortaleza&lt;br /&gt;Que eu mesmo vivo a sabotar&lt;br /&gt;Sempre fingindo um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Quando o que mais quero é chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Deus está aqui neste momento&lt;br /&gt;Sua presença é real em meu viver&lt;br /&gt;Entregue sua vida e seus problemas&lt;br /&gt;Fale com Deus, Ele vai ajudar você.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques e Fragmentos da música Noites Traiçoeiras&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-8346003215273706545?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/8346003215273706545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/8346003215273706545'/><link rel='alternate' 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TEKaffHbthI/AAAAAAAAAug/5-rTVo-oh6o/s320/-forever_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495124361064723986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amores vêm...&lt;br /&gt;Amores vão...&lt;br /&gt;Mas sempre tem alguém&lt;br /&gt;Que se eterniza em nosso coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-4934844727284787151?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/4934844727284787151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/4934844727284787151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/07/forever.html' 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href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/07/victor-e-leo-nao-mais.html' title='Victor e Leo - Não Mais'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-3073323996383477894</id><published>2010-07-11T16:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T16:57:32.084-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha Doce Flor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDoh942CDmI/AAAAAAAAAt0/w_zGnGwi924/s1600/doceflor_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDoh942CDmI/AAAAAAAAAt0/w_zGnGwi924/s320/doceflor_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492740042646490722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha doce flor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria no ultimo minuto antes de morrer&lt;br /&gt;Agradecer-te por me fazer sorrir&lt;br /&gt;E do prazer do teu lado viver&lt;br /&gt;Pra assim poder partir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recordarei do amor&lt;br /&gt;Que plantei por sua vida&lt;br /&gt;E dos campos de flor&lt;br /&gt;Que plantei pra ti querida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraçarei nossos filhos&lt;br /&gt;Num abraço profundo&lt;br /&gt;Aplumando-os nos trilhos&lt;br /&gt;Fortalecendo-os no mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraçarei você&lt;br /&gt;Minha doce companhia&lt;br /&gt;E antes de morrer&lt;br /&gt;Deixo em ti minha alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu me for&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se do teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Quando me deste aquela flor&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei ali em você o que preciso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo como herança&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que entendo de amor&lt;br /&gt;Adubando na esperança&lt;br /&gt;Formas de revê-la minha flor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-3073323996383477894?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/3073323996383477894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/3073323996383477894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/07/minha-doce-flor.html' title='Minha Doce Flor'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDoh942CDmI/AAAAAAAAAt0/w_zGnGwi924/s72-c/doceflor_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-4037906479373935344</id><published>2010-07-11T16:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T17:26:43.601-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Você Escolhe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDoockShCeI/AAAAAAAAAt8/-5BXrknPoqc/s1600/escolhass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDoockShCeI/AAAAAAAAAt8/-5BXrknPoqc/s320/escolhass.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492747166774528482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você escolhe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas esconderam o amor&lt;br /&gt;E começaram a adotar a falsidade&lt;br /&gt;Assim elas contribuem pro rancor&lt;br /&gt;Existente na cidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas costas um tapinha&lt;br /&gt;Pelas costas difamação&lt;br /&gt;E afirmam em nossa companhia&lt;br /&gt;Você vive no meu coração (rs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São as onças do “amigo”&lt;br /&gt;Que nos aprisiona nesse ciclo&lt;br /&gt;Sou de tudo isso inimigo&lt;br /&gt;Por isso cada dia me reciclo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até quando&lt;br /&gt;Enfrento esse mundo deprimente?&lt;br /&gt;Até quando continuar isso aceitando?&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo doente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que você pede o mundo te dar?&lt;br /&gt;O que ele te dar você aceita?&lt;br /&gt;Até quando isso vai continuar?&lt;br /&gt;Mude a receita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembra do João teimoso?&lt;br /&gt;Ele cai ele levanta&lt;br /&gt;Será que ele não fica rancoroso?&lt;br /&gt;Só se ele for uma anta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É assim...&lt;br /&gt;É reflexo em todo lugar&lt;br /&gt;Coloque seu fim&lt;br /&gt;Faça o mundo mudar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repita&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou eu&lt;br /&gt;Reflita&lt;br /&gt;Isso agora morreu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mude seu dia&lt;br /&gt;Afaste-se das dependências&lt;br /&gt;Construa sua alegria&lt;br /&gt;Conclua as pendências&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enxergue no primeiro segundo do acordar&lt;br /&gt;Que você ocupa lugar de destaque&lt;br /&gt;Comece a sua vida mudar&lt;br /&gt;Nunca fuja desse ataque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não seja uma filho (a) da puta!&lt;br /&gt;Defenda-se desse adjetivo&lt;br /&gt;Faça sua lei na luta&lt;br /&gt;Seja um ser ativo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não batam palmas para mim&lt;br /&gt;Bata palmas pra você&lt;br /&gt;E se você não entende o mundo assim&lt;br /&gt;Prazer em sofrer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-4037906479373935344?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/4037906479373935344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/4037906479373935344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/07/voce-escolhe.html' title='Você Escolhe!'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDoockShCeI/AAAAAAAAAt8/-5BXrknPoqc/s72-c/escolhass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-4436814695727538426</id><published>2010-07-11T16:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T16:51:33.367-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Asas da Paixão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDogokUbdVI/AAAAAAAAAtk/CNQDPiIf5z8/s1600/asasdapaixao_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDogokUbdVI/AAAAAAAAAtk/CNQDPiIf5z8/s320/asasdapaixao_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492738576847959378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asas da paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui novamente pra beira do cais&lt;br /&gt;Esperar a embarcação chegar&lt;br /&gt;Pensava que nela vinha minha paz&lt;br /&gt;Mas Ela esqueceu de me visitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retorno pela grande ladeira&lt;br /&gt;Olhando para o chão&lt;br /&gt;Resfriando a fogueira&lt;br /&gt;Acessa no coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passeio pela praça&lt;br /&gt;Observando o pelourinho&lt;br /&gt;Um jeito sem graça&lt;br /&gt;Vagando sozinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você não vem&lt;br /&gt;E fico eternamente a esperar&lt;br /&gt;Sozinho aqui sem ninguém&lt;br /&gt;E você do lado de lá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem pra cá&lt;br /&gt;Grito no vento&lt;br /&gt;Pra que talvez possas escutar&lt;br /&gt;A dor desse sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não demora&lt;br /&gt;Vem nas asas da paixão&lt;br /&gt;Porque na vida não tem hora&lt;br /&gt;Pra escutar o coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-4436814695727538426?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/4436814695727538426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/4436814695727538426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/07/asas-da-paixao.html' title='Asas da Paixão'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDogokUbdVI/AAAAAAAAAtk/CNQDPiIf5z8/s72-c/asasdapaixao_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-8359842666459817001</id><published>2010-07-11T16:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T16:49:34.606-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Factível</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDogPhV6_rI/AAAAAAAAAtc/A1ESnhG5r5o/s1600/fantasia_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDogPhV6_rI/AAAAAAAAAtc/A1ESnhG5r5o/s320/fantasia_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492738146552184498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Factível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela desconstituía sua fantasia&lt;br /&gt;Com um toque de ingenuidade&lt;br /&gt;E no olhar enuncia&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sob o manto da noite escura&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a areia e o mar&lt;br /&gt;Desvendei a mais bela criatura&lt;br /&gt;Que fez meu coração se encantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seus olhos brilhavam&lt;br /&gt;Iluminando a escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto as ondas beijavam&lt;br /&gt;Seus pés com devoção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tornamo-nos uma fogueira&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a cama de areia&lt;br /&gt;Deixando-te ainda mais faceira &lt;br /&gt;Enquanto meu corpo te semeia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nesse sonho que sonhei&lt;br /&gt;Ao conhecer você&lt;br /&gt;Foi o mais lindo que desejei&lt;br /&gt;Um dia desses acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-8359842666459817001?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/8359842666459817001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/8359842666459817001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/07/factivel.html' title='Factível'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDogPhV6_rI/AAAAAAAAAtc/A1ESnhG5r5o/s72-c/fantasia_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-2338321826946972176</id><published>2010-07-11T16:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T16:47:39.241-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Se Eu Pudesse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDofzrrBWGI/AAAAAAAAAtU/76ZGzTbvzUI/s1600/noitedelua_almanaquepoetico.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/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDofzrrBWGI/AAAAAAAAAtU/76ZGzTbvzUI/s320/noitedelua_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492737668288698466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem encontrei naquela rua&lt;br /&gt;As lembranças de um passado&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças de uma noite de lua&lt;br /&gt;Que tinha você ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei do teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Do sabor da tua presença&lt;br /&gt;Do beijo que me trazia o paraíso&lt;br /&gt;Fruto de minha recompensa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veio-me uma tristeza feliz&lt;br /&gt;Daquelas que nos faz chorar sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;Daquelas que suavizam a cicatriz&lt;br /&gt;Quando elas vão se abrindo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei-me daquele cantor&lt;br /&gt;Sentado num banco a cantar&lt;br /&gt;Fingindo ele ser um ator&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto nos fazia dançar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei das bobagens que te falei&lt;br /&gt;Dos abraços que você me deu&lt;br /&gt;Até lembrei dos passos que errei&lt;br /&gt;E como o dia amanheceu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah se eu pudesse retornar&lt;br /&gt;Pra aquela noite enluarada&lt;br /&gt;E poder assim te falar&lt;br /&gt;O quanto você será lembrada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-2338321826946972176?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/2338321826946972176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/2338321826946972176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/07/se-eu-pudesse.html' title='Se Eu Pudesse'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDofzrrBWGI/AAAAAAAAAtU/76ZGzTbvzUI/s72-c/noitedelua_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-349579463870862615</id><published>2010-07-11T16:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T16:45:43.199-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma Noite Dessas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDofPMEpUgI/AAAAAAAAAtM/ntE2Nl9m7do/s1600/luau_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDofPMEpUgI/AAAAAAAAAtM/ntE2Nl9m7do/s320/luau_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492737041330950658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite dessas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou me acabar até o nascer do dia&lt;br /&gt;Esquentado por essa fogueira&lt;br /&gt;E no encontro da alegria&lt;br /&gt;Vou ficando mesmo de bobeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma viola canta&lt;br /&gt;As meninas sentem&lt;br /&gt;A música que encanta&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto vaga-lumes se acendem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De longe vejo uma luz&lt;br /&gt;Se aproximando...&lt;br /&gt;Um brilho que seduz&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos de quem ta amando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comecei na escuridão bulir&lt;br /&gt;Tentando desvendar as estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Procurando me descontrair&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto posso vê-las&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os bichos se agitavam&lt;br /&gt;Na baile da imaginação&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto as pessoas procuravam&lt;br /&gt;Encontrar uma paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O chão começa a se abrir&lt;br /&gt;Tragando nossa fogueira&lt;br /&gt;E antes da noite dormir&lt;br /&gt;Continuamos na bagaceira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misturamos água com cachaça&lt;br /&gt;Beijo com despedida&lt;br /&gt;Vento com fumaça&lt;br /&gt;Eita... noite sofrida &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-349579463870862615?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/349579463870862615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/349579463870862615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/07/uma-noite-dessas.html' title='Uma Noite Dessas'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDofPMEpUgI/AAAAAAAAAtM/ntE2Nl9m7do/s72-c/luau_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-2675871820141477963</id><published>2010-07-11T16:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T16:42:00.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruínas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDoeboX4V9I/AAAAAAAAAtE/pWdlEV59GcI/s1600/ruinas_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDoeboX4V9I/AAAAAAAAAtE/pWdlEV59GcI/s320/ruinas_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492736155574622162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruínas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repouso sobre a grama&lt;br /&gt;No palácio imperial&lt;br /&gt;Encontrando a mágica cama&lt;br /&gt;Sob o céu celestial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sopra o vento rasteiro&lt;br /&gt;Viajante imortal&lt;br /&gt;Refazendo aquele terreiro&lt;br /&gt;Outrora casa colonial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absorvendo essa natureza&lt;br /&gt;Encontro-me num passado&lt;br /&gt;Carregado de dor e tristeza&lt;br /&gt;De um povo escravizado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porões da agonia&lt;br /&gt;Símbolo da riqueza&lt;br /&gt;Extraído pela sangria&lt;br /&gt;Da nobre realeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escuto passos no corredor...&lt;br /&gt;Labirinto da imaginação&lt;br /&gt;Rangidos de temor&lt;br /&gt;Chibata da escravidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-2675871820141477963?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-6352550991577072192</id><published>2010-07-07T23:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T23:02:15.643-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar - Carlos Drummond de Andrade</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.nartube.com/4c83cc9d630cc5a1e223e43865b09d67f18b299f:3IxD1xdr9E8:false.v"&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.nartube.com/4c83cc9d630cc5a1e223e43865b09d67f18b299f:3IxD1xdr9E8:false.v" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="300" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nartube.com" title="NarTube - Watch Video" target="_blank"&gt;NarTube - Watch Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-6352550991577072192?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/6352550991577072192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/6352550991577072192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/07/amar-carlos-drummond-de-andrade.html' title='Amar - Carlos Drummond de Andrade'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-8436179573386041838</id><published>2010-07-07T20:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T21:02:14.478-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Primeiro Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDUU5ZkMkkI/AAAAAAAAAs8/4uAuvnoNDQw/s1600/primeiroamor_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDUU5ZkMkkI/AAAAAAAAAs8/4uAuvnoNDQw/s320/primeiroamor_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491318296995992130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro do primeiro amor&lt;br /&gt;Que fez meu coração disparar&lt;br /&gt;Lembro que por esse amor&lt;br /&gt;Eu nem conseguia os olhos fechar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu virava a noite&lt;br /&gt;Esperando um novo dia&lt;br /&gt;Pra no colégio esse amor rever&lt;br /&gt;E extravasar minha alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro que até o copo em que ela bebia&lt;br /&gt;Eu juntava minha boca à marca do seu batom&lt;br /&gt;E nesse momento eu fechava os olhos&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo o gosto que na boca dela dava o tom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minhas mãos ficavam geladas&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto o meu sangue fervia&lt;br /&gt;Ela era a menina mais linda do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Pois era isso que o meu olhar refletia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cheiro dela perfumava o dia &lt;br /&gt;E sempre me fazia voar&lt;br /&gt;Atrás de um único fio de cabelo dela&lt;br /&gt;Pra no meu caderno guardar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas veio a faca fria da desilusão&lt;br /&gt;Esse amor dentro do meu coração separar&lt;br /&gt;Eu de tanto apenas admira-la&lt;br /&gt;Veio outro e a chamou pra namorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morri de tanto chorar&lt;br /&gt;Nem no colégio eu queria ir &lt;br /&gt;Mas um dia uma amiga me disse:&lt;br /&gt;Logo você volta a sorrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de algum tempo&lt;br /&gt;Um novo amor acolhi no coração&lt;br /&gt;E tudo voltou a ser como antes&lt;br /&gt;Até a antiga frustração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amores...&lt;br /&gt;Vivo eles a cada novo dia&lt;br /&gt;E de cada um tiro uma lição&lt;br /&gt;Que me sirva de mais valia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje também entendo&lt;br /&gt;Que a mulher mais linda do mundo&lt;br /&gt;É aquela em que me dá amor&lt;br /&gt;Com um olhar doce e profundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dou um conselho: &lt;br /&gt;Viva e sonhe a cada novo amor&lt;br /&gt;Mas acredite que você&lt;br /&gt;Nunca esquecerá o seu primeiro amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-8436179573386041838?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/8436179573386041838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/8436179573386041838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-primeiro-amor.html' title='O Primeiro Amor'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDUU5ZkMkkI/AAAAAAAAAs8/4uAuvnoNDQw/s72-c/primeiroamor_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-3103381877865033987</id><published>2010-07-07T20:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T20:26:21.669-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Como Explicar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDUNFIFaLxI/AAAAAAAAAs0/0tBMc0u7bhs/s1600/explicar_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDUNFIFaLxI/AAAAAAAAAs0/0tBMc0u7bhs/s320/explicar_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491309702368866066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como explicar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho como defeito&lt;br /&gt;Amar demais&lt;br /&gt;Mas no meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Nunca encontro a paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou a contradição&lt;br /&gt;A cada momento&lt;br /&gt;Sou a inexatidão&lt;br /&gt;De cada sentimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou o amor&lt;br /&gt;Sou a alegria&lt;br /&gt;Sou a dor&lt;br /&gt;Como também a agonia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dependo de um momento&lt;br /&gt;Que não sei controlar&lt;br /&gt;Pois o meu julgamento&lt;br /&gt;Julga e julga-me por julgar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrego na infinitude &lt;br /&gt;Do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;"A maior virtude"&lt;br /&gt;Que rouba minha razão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amor incondicional&lt;br /&gt;Pelo o ato de amar&lt;br /&gt;Mas que vira meu rival&lt;br /&gt;Na hora do amor me abençoar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-3103381877865033987?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/3103381877865033987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/3103381877865033987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/07/como-explicar.html' title='Como Explicar?'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDUNFIFaLxI/AAAAAAAAAs0/0tBMc0u7bhs/s72-c/explicar_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-8420986676643319958</id><published>2010-07-07T20:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T20:24:32.381-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Semente da Dor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDUMpUarr8I/AAAAAAAAAss/S64wy8YXq7o/s1600/semente_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDUMpUarr8I/AAAAAAAAAss/S64wy8YXq7o/s320/semente_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491309224642981826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semente da dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caí uma tempestade&lt;br /&gt;Vertida do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Tampando a claridade&lt;br /&gt;Da minha visão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vêm os trovões&lt;br /&gt;Anunciar minha dor&lt;br /&gt;Ecoando as emoções&lt;br /&gt;Da falta de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A terra me envolve&lt;br /&gt;Enraizando-me nesse solo&lt;br /&gt;Pois a terra nunca devolve&lt;br /&gt;Quem procura nela colo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tempestade&lt;br /&gt;Faz germinar&lt;br /&gt;A infelicidade&lt;br /&gt;De quem vive a chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempestades que fazem brotar&lt;br /&gt;A dor como semente&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que ela não demore passar&lt;br /&gt;No coração da gente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-8420986676643319958?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/8420986676643319958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/8420986676643319958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/07/semente-da-dor.html' title='Semente da Dor'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDUMpUarr8I/AAAAAAAAAss/S64wy8YXq7o/s72-c/semente_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-5466453165152742580</id><published>2010-07-07T20:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T20:21:56.195-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Crescer Dói</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDUMBKgqdJI/AAAAAAAAAsk/GGRV-lWqhRE/s1600/crescer_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDUMBKgqdJI/AAAAAAAAAsk/GGRV-lWqhRE/s320/crescer_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491308534788945042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crescer dói&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque você não falou&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo não passava de uma brincadeira?&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a única coisa que restou&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma ausência traiçoeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem avisar&lt;br /&gt;Você do meu lado se mudou&lt;br /&gt;Sem imaginar&lt;br /&gt;Que minha paz também levou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não consigo entender&lt;br /&gt;Onde foi que errei&lt;br /&gt;Pois muito amei você&lt;br /&gt;Tanto que nem sei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdi a vontade de sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Com tudo que é belo&lt;br /&gt;Pois tenho medo de acordar&lt;br /&gt;E meu sonho se tornar meu flagelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Que dei a você&lt;br /&gt;É o maior tormento&lt;br /&gt;Que vem me enfraquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu era uma pessoa forte&lt;br /&gt;Tão forte que amei uma ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Pois pensei que a sorte&lt;br /&gt;Abençoaria meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma leda ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Foi pensar que em você&lt;br /&gt;Batia o mesmo coração&lt;br /&gt;Que batia no meu ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora é sacudir a poeira&lt;br /&gt;Dar a volta por cima&lt;br /&gt;E amar uma pessoa verdadeira&lt;br /&gt;E mudar essa rima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-5466453165152742580?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/5466453165152742580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/5466453165152742580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/07/crescer-doi.html' title='Crescer Dói'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDUMBKgqdJI/AAAAAAAAAsk/GGRV-lWqhRE/s72-c/crescer_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-4843368300184070252</id><published>2010-07-07T20:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T20:18:44.698-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo Tem o Seu Valor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDULNS_KMpI/AAAAAAAAAsc/X_-C9Vbxwos/s1600/valor_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDULNS_KMpI/AAAAAAAAAsc/X_-C9Vbxwos/s320/valor_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491307643711140498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo tem o seu valor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje lembrei&lt;br /&gt;De uma antiga paixão&lt;br /&gt;Até uma lágrima derramei&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi melhor assim...&lt;br /&gt;Pois agora senti&lt;br /&gt;Que nessa lágrima ponho um fim&lt;br /&gt;A uma paixão que vivi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melhor que me esconder&lt;br /&gt;Subterfugindo um passado &lt;br /&gt;Assim me permito crescer&lt;br /&gt;Com um presente elucidado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que passou... Passou...&lt;br /&gt;Só não podemos negar&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo o que em nós ficou&lt;br /&gt;Serve pra nos aprimorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja um amor...&lt;br /&gt;Ou uma perdida ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Tudo tem o seu valor&lt;br /&gt;Que nos serve de lição&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-4843368300184070252?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/4843368300184070252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/4843368300184070252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/07/tudo-tem-o-seu-valor.html' title='Tudo Tem o Seu Valor'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDULNS_KMpI/AAAAAAAAAsc/X_-C9Vbxwos/s72-c/valor_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-3537211188494686847</id><published>2010-07-07T20:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T20:19:44.907-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Contratempos Passageiros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDUK3LMZ1CI/AAAAAAAAAsU/zvcHf3AiVW0/s1600/contratempo_almanaquepoetico.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/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDUK3LMZ1CI/AAAAAAAAAsU/zvcHf3AiVW0/s320/contratempo_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491307263662085154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contratempos passageiros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes vem a tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Desviar meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;E esconder a beleza&lt;br /&gt;Do brilho do luar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas devo me lembrar&lt;br /&gt;Que quem está triste sou eu&lt;br /&gt;E entender que a vida está a ecoar&lt;br /&gt;Na natureza que Deus nos deu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beleza...&lt;br /&gt;É a contradição&lt;br /&gt;De toda a tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Que tapa a nossa visão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a dor da tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Nunca é mais forte&lt;br /&gt;Do que a pureza&lt;br /&gt;Inversa da morte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-3537211188494686847?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/3537211188494686847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/3537211188494686847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/07/contratempos-passageiros.html' title='Contratempos Passageiros'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDUK3LMZ1CI/AAAAAAAAAsU/zvcHf3AiVW0/s72-c/contratempo_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-2376279119863678186</id><published>2010-07-07T20:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T20:15:30.172-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Caminho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDUKf3WqviI/AAAAAAAAAsM/gVuBGzyb9wU/s1600/caminho_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDUKf3WqviI/AAAAAAAAAsM/gVuBGzyb9wU/s320/caminho_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491306863199436322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu me entrego&lt;br /&gt;Ao teu amor&lt;br /&gt;E me emprego&lt;br /&gt;Como teu protetor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Hoje te presenteio&lt;br /&gt;Pois na minha estrada querida&lt;br /&gt;O teu amor eu semeio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais&lt;br /&gt;Dia após dia&lt;br /&gt;Eu procuro a minha paz&lt;br /&gt;Na tua companhia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu amor:&lt;br /&gt;Meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado Senhor&lt;br /&gt;Não estou mais sozinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-2376279119863678186?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/2376279119863678186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/2376279119863678186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/07/meu-caminho.html' title='Meu Caminho'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDUKf3WqviI/AAAAAAAAAsM/gVuBGzyb9wU/s72-c/caminho_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-3328581810701064538</id><published>2010-07-07T20:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T20:14:06.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A medida do que se Vê</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDUKJ2vua-I/AAAAAAAAAsE/G2aQcUvzPe0/s1600/medida_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDUKJ2vua-I/AAAAAAAAAsE/G2aQcUvzPe0/s320/medida_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491306485078977506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A medida do que se vê&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veja como é desmedida a vida&lt;br /&gt;Uma hora tudo está perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Numa outra&lt;br /&gt;Tudo está desfeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma hora&lt;br /&gt;Conseguimos perceber&lt;br /&gt;Que o amor existe&lt;br /&gt;Outras nem vendo pra crer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-3328581810701064538?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/3328581810701064538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/3328581810701064538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/07/medida-do-que-se-ve.html' title='A medida do que se Vê'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDUKJ2vua-I/AAAAAAAAAsE/G2aQcUvzPe0/s72-c/medida_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-7084722243260084368</id><published>2010-07-07T20:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T20:12:36.951-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Escondendo-me em Mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDUJ1_jGJDI/AAAAAAAAAr8/3WLNYLNZucA/s1600/escondendo-me_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDUJ1_jGJDI/AAAAAAAAAr8/3WLNYLNZucA/s320/escondendo-me_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491306143844541490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escondendo-me em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo as luzes da cidade acessas&lt;br /&gt;E me escondo na escuridão do meu viver&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas passeiam lado a lado &lt;br /&gt;E eu com medo de pro mundo aparecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fico aqui parado movimentando o meu medo&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto lá fora as pessoas estão a sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez fico me penitenciando&lt;br /&gt;Conseguindo cada vez mais me diminuir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de amar &lt;br /&gt;Pois tenho medo de compreender&lt;br /&gt;Que durante toda a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;O que eu mais quis foi o amor conhecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então me escondo&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais e mais&lt;br /&gt;E assim vou vivendo e me escondendo&lt;br /&gt;Do medo que me torna incapaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-7084722243260084368?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/7084722243260084368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/7084722243260084368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/07/escondendo-me-em-mim.html' title='Escondendo-me em Mim'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDUJ1_jGJDI/AAAAAAAAAr8/3WLNYLNZucA/s72-c/escondendo-me_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-5962152152004649282</id><published>2010-07-07T20:10:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T20:10:55.597-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Triste Resultado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDUJY6OMBvI/AAAAAAAAAr0/6Gy1Il4qMls/s1600/resultado_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDUJY6OMBvI/AAAAAAAAAr0/6Gy1Il4qMls/s320/resultado_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491305644198463218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triste resultado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes chorei&lt;br /&gt;E você nem ligou?&lt;br /&gt;Quantas lágrimas derramei...&lt;br /&gt;O quanto você me pisou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensei que iria morrer&lt;br /&gt;Longe dos teus abraços&lt;br /&gt;Pensei que não conseguiria me refazer&lt;br /&gt;De tanto que fiquei em pedaços&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje paro pra pensar&lt;br /&gt;E desse tempo começo a sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Consegui cada pedaço juntar&lt;br /&gt;E de novo me unir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já você &lt;br /&gt;Ficou sem amor&lt;br /&gt;E ficou sem teu insano prazer&lt;br /&gt;De me causar dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje quando você sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Você maquia teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Fingindo não fingir&lt;br /&gt;Como é grande o teu desgosto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse é o resultado&lt;br /&gt;De quem não sabe amar&lt;br /&gt;De quem precisa ver o outro jogado&lt;br /&gt;Pra seu egoísmo alimentar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-5962152152004649282?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/5962152152004649282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/5962152152004649282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/07/triste-resultado.html' title='Triste Resultado'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDUJY6OMBvI/AAAAAAAAAr0/6Gy1Il4qMls/s72-c/resultado_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-8933590201189226452</id><published>2010-07-07T20:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T20:06:54.526-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando uma Fada Chora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDUIgAUl3ZI/AAAAAAAAArs/8vGG5zjjRp4/s1600/fadinha_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDUIgAUl3ZI/AAAAAAAAArs/8vGG5zjjRp4/s320/fadinha_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491304666583391634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando uma fada chora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No canteiro das rosas &lt;br /&gt;Vi uma fadinha chorar&lt;br /&gt;E as pétalas das rosas serviam&lt;br /&gt;Para seu choro enxugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As rosas se abriam&lt;br /&gt;Pra exalarem seu aroma&lt;br /&gt;Tentando assim disfarçar&lt;br /&gt;A tristeza que a toma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A grama do canteiro&lt;br /&gt;Escondia sua tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Já o sol tentava&lt;br /&gt;Mostrar a sua grandeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fadinha...&lt;br /&gt;Porque você chora?&lt;br /&gt;Pois você é a magia&lt;br /&gt;Que nos encanta de hora em hora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você nesse mundo representa&lt;br /&gt;A fada do amor&lt;br /&gt;Então por favor, me fale&lt;br /&gt;O motivo dessa dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou a fadinha&lt;br /&gt;Que a todos traz a alegria&lt;br /&gt;Mas as vezes me pergunto&lt;br /&gt;Onde está a minha alegria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não reclamo&lt;br /&gt;Apenas eu também quero&lt;br /&gt;Um amor pra amar&lt;br /&gt;E por isso me desespero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei nesse lugar&lt;br /&gt;A quem vocês chamam de jardim&lt;br /&gt;Um lugar pra pensar&lt;br /&gt;O que também quero pra mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo espalhando o amor&lt;br /&gt;Mas às vezes sinto também&lt;br /&gt;Que preciso encontrar o meu&lt;br /&gt;Pra me chamar de meu bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero&lt;br /&gt;O que vivo a dá:&lt;br /&gt;Uma alegria plena&lt;br /&gt;Que nos (me) faça amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por aqui eu me calo&lt;br /&gt;E também paro de chorar&lt;br /&gt;Pois ainda tenho muito que refletir&lt;br /&gt;Antes do meu choro secar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-8933590201189226452?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/8933590201189226452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/8933590201189226452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/07/quando-uma-fada-chora.html' title='Quando uma Fada Chora'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDUIgAUl3ZI/AAAAAAAAArs/8vGG5zjjRp4/s72-c/fadinha_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-1575400971097984844</id><published>2010-07-05T15:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T15:32:00.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nunca me Deixe Sozinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDIktj4Z8WI/AAAAAAAAArE/hoHNEfMwq00/s1600/sozinho_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDIktj4Z8WI/AAAAAAAAArE/hoHNEfMwq00/s320/sozinho_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490491260862591330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me deixe sozinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me deixe sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Quando conquistar meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Pois tem percalços de um caminho&lt;br /&gt;Que nos deixam perdidos na solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando um sorriso meu eu te dedicar&lt;br /&gt;Saiba a ele com outro sorriso agradecer&lt;br /&gt;Pois nunca sabemos o que o destino irá reservar&lt;br /&gt;A aqueles que com a ausência faz o outro sofrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-1575400971097984844?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/1575400971097984844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/1575400971097984844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/07/nunca-me-deixe-sozinho.html' title='Nunca me Deixe Sozinho'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TDIktj4Z8WI/AAAAAAAAArE/hoHNEfMwq00/s72-c/sozinho_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-5501376103385695476</id><published>2010-07-05T15:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T15:24:31.651-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Duas Vezes Você - Bruno e Marrone</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mp9Q9x4L1zg&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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Marrone'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-596748354515329207</id><published>2010-06-19T19:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T19:58:12.177-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Moça Bonita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TB1LXvzDobI/AAAAAAAAAq8/ANzyZzZP1lU/s1600/mo%C3%A7a_bonita_almanaquepoetico"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TB1LXvzDobI/AAAAAAAAAq8/ANzyZzZP1lU/s320/mo%C3%A7a_bonita_almanaquepoetico" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484622792546820530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moça Bonita &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moça bonita&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero te ver&lt;br /&gt;Boiando ao amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moça bonita quero te dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que o meu coração eu doei a você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moça bonita &lt;br /&gt;Te dou uma flor&lt;br /&gt;Saudando o dia que raiou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moça bonita&lt;br /&gt;Meu sorriso mudou&lt;br /&gt;Porque o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Ele se apaixonou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-596748354515329207?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/596748354515329207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/596748354515329207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/06/moca-bonita.html' title='Moça Bonita'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TB1LXvzDobI/AAAAAAAAAq8/ANzyZzZP1lU/s72-c/mo%C3%A7a_bonita_almanaquepoetico' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-5912830371842253371</id><published>2010-06-08T13:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T13:06:09.229-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Simples Gesto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TA5qZSdY7jI/AAAAAAAAAqk/NzDKqNzquTg/s1600/gesto_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TA5qZSdY7jI/AAAAAAAAAqk/NzDKqNzquTg/s320/gesto_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480434779240853042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um simples gesto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um simples gesto...&lt;br /&gt;Pode um dia se transformar&lt;br /&gt;Numa iniciativa&lt;br /&gt;Que nos faça sonhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um simples gesto...&lt;br /&gt;Pode um dia ficar&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de um coração&lt;br /&gt;E nele se perpetuar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um simples gesto...&lt;br /&gt;Um simples olhar&lt;br /&gt;Quando são siceros&lt;br /&gt;Conseguem nos acalmar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um simples gesto...&lt;br /&gt;Pode modificar&lt;br /&gt;A vida de uma pessoa&lt;br /&gt;Que só deseja amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um simples gesto...&lt;br /&gt;Um aperto de mão&lt;br /&gt;Quando verdadeiro&lt;br /&gt;Afaga até o coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um simples gesto...&lt;br /&gt;Nos faz acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Que o mundo é bonito&lt;br /&gt;E vale a pena nele está&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um simples gesto...&lt;br /&gt;Na sua verdade&lt;br /&gt;Nos faz sorrir por dentro&lt;br /&gt;Pela força da sua sinceridade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-5912830371842253371?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/5912830371842253371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/5912830371842253371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/06/um-simples-gesto.html' title='Um Simples Gesto'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TA5qZSdY7jI/AAAAAAAAAqk/NzDKqNzquTg/s72-c/gesto_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-2593288467308163804</id><published>2010-06-08T13:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T13:04:36.952-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Escute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TA5qDhaTX0I/AAAAAAAAAqc/2yh7u3Noyt0/s1600/escute_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TA5qDhaTX0I/AAAAAAAAAqc/2yh7u3Noyt0/s320/escute_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480434405297315650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escute &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentei te falar&lt;br /&gt;Voce não quis ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Que longe do teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Eu só me vejo diminuir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você se esquece &lt;br /&gt;Que você sou eu&lt;br /&gt;Vê logo se aparece&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor ainda é seu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca deixe de escutar&lt;br /&gt;Os desígnos do seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Pois mais que a razão venha te falar&lt;br /&gt;Que não mereço mais tua atenção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enxergue dentro de você&lt;br /&gt;Os motivos que te fazem sonhar&lt;br /&gt;E sinto o tempo que faz crescer&lt;br /&gt;O nosso triste e doloroso penar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pare de escutar&lt;br /&gt;A nossa insensatez&lt;br /&gt;Se muitos preferem chorar&lt;br /&gt;Não faremos desse momento nossa vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volta pra me devolver&lt;br /&gt;O brilho do teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Pois eu sem você&lt;br /&gt;Vivo a naufragar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Se todo o meu pecado&lt;br /&gt;Te arrancou essa dor&lt;br /&gt;Escute esse recado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu vivo&lt;br /&gt;Longe do prazer&lt;br /&gt;Daquele olhar refletivo&lt;br /&gt;Que unia eu o mar e você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-2593288467308163804?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/2593288467308163804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/2593288467308163804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/06/escute.html' title='Escute'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TA5qDhaTX0I/AAAAAAAAAqc/2yh7u3Noyt0/s72-c/escute_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-5459794635330353402</id><published>2010-06-08T12:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T13:01:54.355-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cada Uma eu Agradeço</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TA5pXvlCt_I/AAAAAAAAAqU/ws9ZIDNj1HU/s1600/estrelas_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TA5pXvlCt_I/AAAAAAAAAqU/ws9ZIDNj1HU/s320/estrelas_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480433653186213874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cada uma eu agradeço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria muito saber&lt;br /&gt;Porque as estrelas caem da constelação&lt;br /&gt;Já que precisamos delas&lt;br /&gt;Pra nos iluminarmos na escuridão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada estrelinha&lt;br /&gt;Com sua madrinha lua&lt;br /&gt;Tem sua contribuição&lt;br /&gt;Pra iluminar minha rua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pena as estrelas cadentes&lt;br /&gt;Deixarem de existir&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que cada uma passa o seu valor&lt;br /&gt;Antes do céu se despedir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo após a sua morte &lt;br /&gt;Elas ainda deixam no caminho sua luz&lt;br /&gt;E devagarzinho chegam a nós&lt;br /&gt;E na sua última despedida ainda nos seduz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva cada estrela&lt;br /&gt;Que meu olhar encantou&lt;br /&gt;Viva cada estrela cadente&lt;br /&gt;Que meu coração alumiou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-5459794635330353402?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/5459794635330353402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/5459794635330353402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/06/cada-uma-eu-agradeco.html' title='A Cada Uma eu Agradeço'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TA5pXvlCt_I/AAAAAAAAAqU/ws9ZIDNj1HU/s72-c/estrelas_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-504826747749148712</id><published>2010-06-08T12:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T12:59:24.657-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Conceito de uma Solidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TA5ox6dLnWI/AAAAAAAAAqM/EQox_XdKV-M/s1600/conceitodeumasolidao_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TA5ox6dLnWI/AAAAAAAAAqM/EQox_XdKV-M/s320/conceitodeumasolidao_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480433003271003490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conceito de uma solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me acalme...&lt;br /&gt;Me dê todo o seu amor&lt;br /&gt;Me ajude&lt;br /&gt;A enfrentar toda minha dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrego no peito&lt;br /&gt;O conceito da solidão&lt;br /&gt;Que me prende no meu leito&lt;br /&gt;Que escurece minha visão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me ajude&lt;br /&gt;A novamente sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Pois não tenho a atitude&lt;br /&gt;De eu mesmo me ajudar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo dia ao amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;Me pergunto: porque levantar?&lt;br /&gt;E quando chega o anoitecer:&lt;br /&gt;Será que ainda vou sonhar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa é a interrogação&lt;br /&gt;Que me acompanha dia a dia&lt;br /&gt;Vertida como lição&lt;br /&gt;Pela falta de alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conceito...&lt;br /&gt;De uma solidão&lt;br /&gt;Que não tem nem respeito&lt;br /&gt;Com meu sonhador coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imerso nessa solidão&lt;br /&gt;Nem mesmo consigo chorar&lt;br /&gt;Pois meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Não tem mais lágrimas pra jorrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-504826747749148712?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/504826747749148712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/504826747749148712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/06/conceito-de-uma-solidao.html' title='Conceito de uma Solidão'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TA5ox6dLnWI/AAAAAAAAAqM/EQox_XdKV-M/s72-c/conceitodeumasolidao_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-6579373984896244760</id><published>2010-06-08T12:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T12:57:03.953-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A felicidade é Visível</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TA5oRrijtPI/AAAAAAAAAqE/Z-CRlNYZVtE/s1600/felicidadevisivel_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TA5oRrijtPI/AAAAAAAAAqE/Z-CRlNYZVtE/s320/felicidadevisivel_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480432449511208178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade é visível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O invisível existe&lt;br /&gt;Basta você acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Que o céu ou o inferno&lt;br /&gt;Está a te esperar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinta o mundo girando&lt;br /&gt;Sem ele você não é nada&lt;br /&gt;Nele você apenas é&lt;br /&gt;Uma pessoa desinformada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entenda que a ciência&lt;br /&gt;Confronta a religião&lt;br /&gt;Entenda que nem mesmo você&lt;br /&gt;Entende o seu irmão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abra os olhos&lt;br /&gt;Pra aquilo que não consegues ver&lt;br /&gt;Escute a sua intuição&lt;br /&gt;E o que ela quer dizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peça todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;Paz, saúde e amor&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca se esqueça &lt;br /&gt;De pedir ao Criador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A invisibilidade&lt;br /&gt;Do que não consegues ver&lt;br /&gt;Apenas existe&lt;br /&gt;Pra nos permitir crescer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas nascem outras morrem&lt;br /&gt;Sempre foi assim e sempre será&lt;br /&gt;E muitos não conseguem perceber&lt;br /&gt;Que a sua hora vai chegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor&lt;br /&gt;Também é invisível&lt;br /&gt;Mas podemos senti-lo&lt;br /&gt;Basta a ele ser sensível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre estamos&lt;br /&gt;A um passo da eternidade&lt;br /&gt;E muitos deixam escapar&lt;br /&gt;A visível felicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-6579373984896244760?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/6579373984896244760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/6579373984896244760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/06/felicidade-e-visivel.html' title='A felicidade é Visível'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TA5oRrijtPI/AAAAAAAAAqE/Z-CRlNYZVtE/s72-c/felicidadevisivel_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-109445579333722764</id><published>2010-06-08T12:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T20:51:45.963-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sagrado Manto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TA5nU4BLvMI/AAAAAAAAAp8/-_SJuPs--A4/s1600/sagradomanto_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TA5nU4BLvMI/AAAAAAAAAp8/-_SJuPs--A4/s320/sagradomanto_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480431404888865986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sagrado Manto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho pro céu estremecido&lt;br /&gt;Com a chuva que cai&lt;br /&gt;E vejo sobre a terra&lt;br /&gt;A vida que a chuva extrai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que era feio e seco&lt;br /&gt;A chuva dar uma nova vida&lt;br /&gt;A semente que foi plantada&lt;br /&gt;Já não está mais adormecida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As rosas desabrocham&lt;br /&gt;Aromatizando a cidade&lt;br /&gt;Os passarinhos gorjeiam&lt;br /&gt;Cantos de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continua chovendo&lt;br /&gt;E em cada canto&lt;br /&gt;A vida vai surgindo&lt;br /&gt;Sob esse sagrado manto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora é a minha vez&lt;br /&gt;De nela me abençoar&lt;br /&gt;Pois existem poucos prazeres&lt;br /&gt;Que fazem à vida germinar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-109445579333722764?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/109445579333722764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/109445579333722764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/06/sagrado-manto.html' title='Sagrado Manto'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TA5nU4BLvMI/AAAAAAAAAp8/-_SJuPs--A4/s72-c/sagradomanto_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-6123151440752031412</id><published>2010-06-08T12:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T12:51:30.049-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretensa Comunhão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TA5m7BtJZII/AAAAAAAAAp0/OqTcw6XP1Vk/s1600/pretensacomunhao_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TA5m7BtJZII/AAAAAAAAAp0/OqTcw6XP1Vk/s320/pretensacomunhao_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480430960812582018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretensa comunhão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invada meu coração &lt;br /&gt;Roube-me cada sentido&lt;br /&gt;Conduza-me na tua direção&lt;br /&gt;Mostre-me um mundo colorido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostre-me o amor&lt;br /&gt;Que só conheci lendo&lt;br /&gt;Aqueça-me com o teu calor&lt;br /&gt;A cada amanhecer que te desvendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostre-me dentro de você&lt;br /&gt;O lugar...&lt;br /&gt;Que de tanto prazer&lt;br /&gt;Irei me perpetuar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faça-me esquecer do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo-me reconhecer&lt;br /&gt;Que não existe nada mais profundo&lt;br /&gt;Do que sinto por você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja a dona do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;O meu prazer de viver&lt;br /&gt;Seja toda e qualquer direção&lt;br /&gt;Que me faça crescer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guarde o lugar&lt;br /&gt;Dentro do teu coração&lt;br /&gt;Faça da minha pele o par&lt;br /&gt;Da nossa comunhão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-6123151440752031412?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/6123151440752031412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/6123151440752031412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/06/pretensa-comunhao.html' title='Pretensa Comunhão'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TA5m7BtJZII/AAAAAAAAAp0/OqTcw6XP1Vk/s72-c/pretensacomunhao_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-4717450919861192010</id><published>2010-06-08T12:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T12:49:40.637-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Antes de Tudo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TA5me2kHjAI/AAAAAAAAAps/kNl35Eivya0/s1600/antesdetudo_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TA5me2kHjAI/AAAAAAAAAps/kNl35Eivya0/s320/antesdetudo_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480430476785585154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de aprender a desenhar&lt;br /&gt;Eu já sonhava&lt;br /&gt;Antes de aprender a soletrar&lt;br /&gt;Eu já falava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de aprender a levantar&lt;br /&gt;Tive de aprender a cair&lt;br /&gt;Antes de começar a sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Tive que o mundo colorir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de amar&lt;br /&gt;Eu já antecipava o amor&lt;br /&gt;Antes de chorar&lt;br /&gt;Eu já temia a dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de dormir&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi o prazer de levantar&lt;br /&gt;Antes de me ferir&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi minhas feridas cicatrizar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes da palavra abandono&lt;br /&gt;Eu já sabia caminhar sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Antes de ser o meu próprio dono&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que nasci sozinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de tudo e de mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Eu ficava a pensar&lt;br /&gt;O que seria andar a esmo&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter alguém pra me acompanhar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-4717450919861192010?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/4717450919861192010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/4717450919861192010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/06/antes-de-tudo.html' title='Antes de Tudo'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TA5me2kHjAI/AAAAAAAAAps/kNl35Eivya0/s72-c/antesdetudo_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-6291808818223316957</id><published>2010-06-08T12:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T12:47:50.522-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Folhas Caídas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TA5mFOlK4vI/AAAAAAAAApk/wFGYIr9FW7E/s1600/folhascaidas_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TA5mFOlK4vI/AAAAAAAAApk/wFGYIr9FW7E/s320/folhascaidas_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480430036555850482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folhas caídas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo um vento rasteiro&lt;br /&gt;Levantando as folhas que dormem sobre o chão&lt;br /&gt;Dando a elas uma nova vida&lt;br /&gt;Pois nem as folhas caídas deixam de existir na Criação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um bailar de encantar que vem nos demonstrar&lt;br /&gt;Que nem mesmo as folhas que despencam &lt;br /&gt;Perdem o poder da sedução&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-6291808818223316957?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/6291808818223316957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/6291808818223316957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/06/folhas-caidas.html' title='Folhas Caídas'/><author><name>Fernando 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height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TAwNgb9sUnI/AAAAAAAAApc/gY8hr5_VRyM/s320/recado_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479769697516540530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu Recado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui deixo o meu recado: &lt;br /&gt;Somente por amor&lt;br /&gt;Refazemos o coração despedaçado&lt;br /&gt;Acometido pela “insuportável” dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-3716706373998163610?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/3716706373998163610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/3716706373998163610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/06/noel-rosa-x-wilson-batista.html' title='Noel Rosa x Wilson Batista - Grandes Duelos da MPB'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-4366901435618426303</id><published>2010-06-04T23:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T23:09:48.291-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vontade Louca – Louca Vontade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TAmxpjYpjiI/AAAAAAAAApU/AJgLt_HzLOA/s1600/casal-alegre-na-cama1_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TAmxpjYpjiI/AAAAAAAAApU/AJgLt_HzLOA/s320/casal-alegre-na-cama1_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479105749104299554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vontade louca – louca vontade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de beijar&lt;br /&gt;Essa tua boca&lt;br /&gt;E te amar&lt;br /&gt;De forma louca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emaranhar-me nos teus cabelos&lt;br /&gt;Fazer tua pele se arrepiar&lt;br /&gt;Levantando todos os teus pêlos&lt;br /&gt;Até te fazer ao céu viajar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E depois desse ritual&lt;br /&gt;Trazer-te pro meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Pois depois desse ato conjugal&lt;br /&gt;Já nos abraça o nosso leito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-4366901435618426303?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/4366901435618426303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/4366901435618426303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/06/vontade-louca-louca-vontade.html' title='Vontade Louca – Louca Vontade'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TAmxpjYpjiI/AAAAAAAAApU/AJgLt_HzLOA/s72-c/casal-alegre-na-cama1_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-6911752229221060640</id><published>2010-06-04T22:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T22:48:55.334-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprendendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TAmslSwpIWI/AAAAAAAAApM/UFZdiccCdx0/s1600/aprendendo_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TAmslSwpIWI/AAAAAAAAApM/UFZdiccCdx0/s320/aprendendo_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479100178363916642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendendo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meu tempo de escola&lt;br /&gt;Eu só ficava a moldar&lt;br /&gt;De que forma seria a cola&lt;br /&gt;Que me fizesse passar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu só vivia a imaginar&lt;br /&gt;O formato da calcinha&lt;br /&gt;Quando via passar&lt;br /&gt;A menina da carteira vizinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu olhava minhas professoras&lt;br /&gt;Com olhar discente&lt;br /&gt;Mas eram aterradoras&lt;br /&gt;Minhas visões indecentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre no recreio&lt;br /&gt;Eu ia brechar&lt;br /&gt;Sem receio&lt;br /&gt;Minha vizinha se “maquiar”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinha na parede um buraquinho&lt;br /&gt;Que engenhosamente criei&lt;br /&gt;De lá eu voltava fraquinho&lt;br /&gt;Quanto lá eu suei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinha uma certa professora&lt;br /&gt;Motivo da minha constante fraqueza&lt;br /&gt;Ela era avassaladora&lt;br /&gt;Com sua voluptuosa beleza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela me lembrava&lt;br /&gt;Da égua da fazenda&lt;br /&gt;Que eu andava&lt;br /&gt;Como a professora era estupenda!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tinha visão de raio x&lt;br /&gt;Essa professora eu despia&lt;br /&gt;Ela era o chamariz&lt;br /&gt;Pras melodias que no banheiro vertia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa é apenas uma leitura&lt;br /&gt;Da minha adolescência&lt;br /&gt;Onde essa criatura&lt;br /&gt;Era pura inocência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-6911752229221060640?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/6911752229221060640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/6911752229221060640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/06/aprendendo.html' title='Aprendendo'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TAmslSwpIWI/AAAAAAAAApM/UFZdiccCdx0/s72-c/aprendendo_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-7359499899403582240</id><published>2010-06-04T18:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T19:15:36.948-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feridas que não se Abrem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TAl5lcTGQrI/AAAAAAAAApE/KN01sfvqqtw/s1600/feridas_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TAl5lcTGQrI/AAAAAAAAApE/KN01sfvqqtw/s320/feridas_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479044105831334578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feridas que não se abrem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu sentei pra chorar&lt;br /&gt;Pra pensar nas feridas da vida&lt;br /&gt;Tentei o meu caminho desenhar&lt;br /&gt;Até mesmo o sorriso da minha partida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei olhando pro mar&lt;br /&gt;Escurecido pela minha visão&lt;br /&gt;Tentei cada lágrima decifrar&lt;br /&gt;Que saia do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensei em cada poesia&lt;br /&gt;Criada pela palavra dor&lt;br /&gt;E também em cada alegria&lt;br /&gt;Abençoada pelo amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiz de todas as flores&lt;br /&gt;O motivo da minha inspiração&lt;br /&gt;E conheci todos os dissabores&lt;br /&gt;Do meu ladino coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu contava todas as estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Que me iluminavam na escuridão&lt;br /&gt;E juro que sempre ao vê-las&lt;br /&gt;Eu sentia que estava sob proteção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei também da luz do dia&lt;br /&gt;Que escurecia minha alma&lt;br /&gt;E lembrava da frase que o acidente anuncia:&lt;br /&gt;Vá com calma!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dentro do meu ser &lt;br /&gt;Criei o monstro e o herói&lt;br /&gt;Independente de quem vencer&lt;br /&gt;Sei que sempre uma nova batalha se constrói&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos amantes...&lt;br /&gt;Eu era o mais encantado&lt;br /&gt;Mas em delírios flutuantes&lt;br /&gt;Fui o mais amaldiçoado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes eu cheguei a pensar&lt;br /&gt;Que eu era um ser imortal&lt;br /&gt;Por isso com a vida eu queria brincar&lt;br /&gt;E sempre acabava muito mal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cativei poucos amigos&lt;br /&gt;Mas todos agindo com sinceridade&lt;br /&gt;E criei pro meu prazer inimigos&lt;br /&gt;Onde eu despejava minha maldade&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Inúmeras vezes fui o mar&lt;br /&gt;Que empurrava as ondas sobre a areia&lt;br /&gt;Por muitas vezes fui o vento a soprar&lt;br /&gt;Que uma frágil embarcação desnorteia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu me achava uma fortaleza&lt;br /&gt;A tudo eu sempre podia&lt;br /&gt;Pois nunca tive a certeza&lt;br /&gt;Do medo que a alma esfria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei que quando eu ficava triste&lt;br /&gt;Eu procurava na morte me abraçar&lt;br /&gt;Mas o destino sempre insiste&lt;br /&gt;Em querer nos contrariar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou uma pessoa solitária&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca se entregou ao coração&lt;br /&gt;Agindo de forma autoritária&lt;br /&gt;Rompendo os limites da razão&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Às vezes consigo sorrir &lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem sentido&lt;br /&gt;Melhor que sentir&lt;br /&gt;Algum desejo ressentido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma infindável batalha&lt;br /&gt;Que consiste em me defender&lt;br /&gt;Do fio doce da navalha&lt;br /&gt;Que quer me enlouquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraço os braços pro céu dos meus problemas&lt;br /&gt;E com fé faço um pedido:&lt;br /&gt;Que todos os meus dilemas&lt;br /&gt;Encontrem cada um o seu sentido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que fazer?&lt;br /&gt;O que pensar?&lt;br /&gt;Viver!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ou outra vida procurar?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hoje estou aqui sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Parado e chorando&lt;br /&gt;Refazendo cada caminho&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo mais ainda passando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho pro céu e escuto&lt;br /&gt;O que a terra quer me dizer&lt;br /&gt;Ou eu luto&lt;br /&gt;Ou ela vai me comer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria poder deletar&lt;br /&gt;Da minha memória&lt;br /&gt;O que a borracha não consegue apagar&lt;br /&gt;E escrever uma nova história&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo um barquinho&lt;br /&gt;Bem longe no horizonte do mar&lt;br /&gt;Ele também está sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Mas tem alguém pra o comandar&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Já eu...&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho nem a mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Pois meu ser sempre viveu&lt;br /&gt;Andando a esmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou agora me levantar&lt;br /&gt;pois a agonia da noite&lt;br /&gt;Já vem me presentear&lt;br /&gt;Com a solidão do açoite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nem quero justificar&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas que aqui sentado derramei&lt;br /&gt;Pois sei que outras ainda irão rolar&lt;br /&gt;Como eu sei!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida ainda não acabou &lt;br /&gt;Ainda tenho muito que trilhar&lt;br /&gt;Mas só uma frustração aqui ficou&lt;br /&gt;Foram das feridas que aqui não quis falar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-7359499899403582240?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/7359499899403582240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/7359499899403582240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/06/feridas-que-nao-se-abrem.html' title='Feridas que não se Abrem'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TAl5lcTGQrI/AAAAAAAAApE/KN01sfvqqtw/s72-c/feridas_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-5261300695147457279</id><published>2010-06-04T18:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T18:54:08.307-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não Existe Separação pros Corações que se Amam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TAl14rz6vLI/AAAAAAAAAo8/Fm1wXOCLJcQ/s1600/separa%C3%A7%C3%A3o_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 201px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TAl14rz6vLI/AAAAAAAAAo8/Fm1wXOCLJcQ/s320/separa%C3%A7%C3%A3o_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479040038366526642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não existe separação pros corações que se amam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não existe distância&lt;br /&gt;Que me separe de você&lt;br /&gt;E nenhum tipo de arrogância&lt;br /&gt;Que me impeça de te ter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem mesmo o imenso mar&lt;br /&gt;Com toda sua turbulência&lt;br /&gt;Não vai me impedir de encontrar&lt;br /&gt;O remédio pra tua ausência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daqui do lugar que estou&lt;br /&gt;Consigo segurar a mão&lt;br /&gt;Que a minha segurou &lt;br /&gt;E acalentou meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há jeito&lt;br /&gt;E nenhuma razão&lt;br /&gt;Pra que eu não te traga pro meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Pra escutar meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-5261300695147457279?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/5261300695147457279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/5261300695147457279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/06/nao-existe-separacao-pros-coracoes-que.html' title='Não Existe Separação pros Corações que se Amam'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' 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alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479037912208943586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejos da alma feminina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou a tua mulher&lt;br /&gt;Querendo-te incessantemente &lt;br /&gt;Pois tudo o que meu ser mais quer&lt;br /&gt;É conhecer teu inconsciente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso ser mais mulher&lt;br /&gt;Pra ter a delicadeza&lt;br /&gt;De saber tudo que você quer&lt;br /&gt;Com um toque de sutileza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tocar em mim...&lt;br /&gt;Beijar meus próprios seios&lt;br /&gt;Pra meu prazer não ter fim&lt;br /&gt;Independente dos meios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso mais e mais&lt;br /&gt;Ser a minha própria flor&lt;br /&gt;Pra sentir que sou capaz&lt;br /&gt;De encontrar em mim o teu despudor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso me maquiar&lt;br /&gt;Pra ficar pra você mais bela&lt;br /&gt;E às vezes ainda fantasiar&lt;br /&gt;Que sou tua esperada donzela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que pinta meus lábios&lt;br /&gt;Arrumar o meu cabelo&lt;br /&gt;E preparar todos os meus lábios&lt;br /&gt;Pra arrepiassem pêlo a pêlo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que estrategicamente&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo inteirinho perfumar&lt;br /&gt;Pois premeditadamente&lt;br /&gt;Em ti meu cheiro irá ficar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho a malícia&lt;br /&gt;Que possui uma mulher&lt;br /&gt;E minha carícia&lt;br /&gt;Não é de uma qualquer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-594905651633039360?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/594905651633039360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/594905651633039360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/06/desejos-da-alma-feminina.html' title='Desejos da Alma Feminina'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/TAlz87QcqeI/AAAAAAAAAo0/lqCVKuYT2AA/s72-c/mulher_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-2024946485632822235</id><published>2010-05-25T18:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T18:37:38.905-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hora Íntima - Vinicius de Moraes</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/05/hora-intima-vinicius-de-moraes.html' title='A Hora Íntima - Vinicius de Moraes'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-3061808004952446290</id><published>2010-05-25T18:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T18:24:13.776-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vinícius de Moraes - Para Viver Um GRANDE AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lJGA38IPXY8&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/lJGA38IPXY8&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-3061808004952446290?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/3061808004952446290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/3061808004952446290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/05/vinicius-de-moraes-para-viver-um-grande.html' title='Vinícius de Moraes - Para Viver Um GRANDE AMOR'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-7995331226360274830</id><published>2010-05-25T17:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T17:56:03.697-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Profusão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_w4-lclMoI/AAAAAAAAAos/-YLp-txaxoU/s1600/profusao_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_w4-lclMoI/AAAAAAAAAos/-YLp-txaxoU/s320/profusao_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475313894830715522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Profusão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arranco do peito tudo que quero falar&lt;br /&gt;Esqueço em pensar nas palavras que quero dizer&lt;br /&gt;E agora sem pretensão e medo de chorar&lt;br /&gt;Posso sentir a saudade e matá-la em você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou um ser livre pra sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Muito mais que um insano sonhador&lt;br /&gt;Pois nada nesse mundo pode alcançar&lt;br /&gt;O sonho de quem sonha com amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje posso sair de dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;E fazer uma grande e barulhenta festa&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu posso ser a flor e o meu próprio jardim&lt;br /&gt;Pois a alegria de viver se sobressai até por uma fresta&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Posso escutar a canção mais linda e refinada&lt;br /&gt;E chorar por uma saudade que a vida me permite matar&lt;br /&gt;E se hoje aqui estou sonhando e vivendo a pessoa amada&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã poderei está abraçando-a e fazendo-a me amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso rasgar cada poesia que no passado escrevi&lt;br /&gt;Pois de todas as fontes que me banharam de inspiração&lt;br /&gt;Sei que em todas que mergulhei eu sobrevivi&lt;br /&gt;Mas essa vem de forma tão infinita que me chamo profusão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu sou o eixo imaginário do meu coração-mundo&lt;br /&gt;E amanhã sei que serei tudo da vida o MAIS&lt;br /&gt;Então esse é um desabafo sincero e profundo&lt;br /&gt;De um homem pouco a pouco com seu sonho encontrando sua paz&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-7995331226360274830?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/7995331226360274830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/7995331226360274830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/05/profusao_25.html' title='Profusão'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_w4-lclMoI/AAAAAAAAAos/-YLp-txaxoU/s72-c/profusao_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-9012904499743817707</id><published>2010-05-25T17:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T17:53:06.288-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chega De Saudade - João Gilberto e Tom Jobim (Mestres da Bossa Nova)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P0MwdoysryY&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/P0MwdoysryY&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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;br /&gt;Ainda continuo a pensar os motivos da maioria das pessoas enaltecerem músicas que nada nos trazem. Entendo que cada um tem a sua setença do "viver" e de "viver", mas também devo cada dia compreender o que mais me vale no meu VIVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-9012904499743817707?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/9012904499743817707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/9012904499743817707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/05/chega-de-saudade-joao-gilberto-e-tom_25.html' title='Chega De Saudade - João Gilberto e Tom Jobim (Mestres da Bossa Nova)'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-7997389510164996705</id><published>2010-05-25T17:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T17:47:21.549-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva A Felicidade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_w2y7afHSI/AAAAAAAAAoc/cFUGAtRjT2Q/s1600/felicidade_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&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/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_w2y7afHSI/AAAAAAAAAoc/cFUGAtRjT2Q/s320/felicidade_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475311495545822498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva a felicidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expurgo a saudade&lt;br /&gt;Que não desejo sentir&lt;br /&gt;E abraço a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Que vem me cobrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade...&lt;br /&gt;Um sentimento não esperado&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade...&lt;br /&gt;Um paraíso conquistado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faço todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;Uma oração a favor da felicidade&lt;br /&gt;E pra não ter que conceituar agonias&lt;br /&gt;Retiro do léxico a palavra saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu desejo e vivo&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Sem precisar de nenhum lenitivo&lt;br /&gt;Para uma possível saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só vou identificar&lt;br /&gt;O que me faz sorrir&lt;br /&gt;E tudo que pode me fazer chorar&lt;br /&gt;Do coração mando partir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-7997389510164996705?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/7997389510164996705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/7997389510164996705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/05/viva-felicidade.html' title='Viva A Felicidade!'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_w2y7afHSI/AAAAAAAAAoc/cFUGAtRjT2Q/s72-c/felicidade_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-4908958931468757699</id><published>2010-05-25T17:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T17:42:48.556-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Premeditado Desejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_w2QWiIlFI/AAAAAAAAAoU/kMGY8vn4vn0/s1600/dormindo_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_w2QWiIlFI/AAAAAAAAAoU/kMGY8vn4vn0/s320/dormindo_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475310901530235986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Premeditado desejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu espero o amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;Só pra te dar um bom dia&lt;br /&gt;Pois nesse momento te ver&lt;br /&gt;Torna-se minha maior alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando você se espreguiça&lt;br /&gt;No teu ato de acordar&lt;br /&gt;Você muito atiça&lt;br /&gt;A minha vontade de te amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nesse ritual&lt;br /&gt;Premeditado pelo desejo&lt;br /&gt;Recomeço um ato carnal&lt;br /&gt;Começando por um beijo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indecentemente...&lt;br /&gt;Te faço sorrir&lt;br /&gt;E novamente&lt;br /&gt;Te faço dormir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-4908958931468757699?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/4908958931468757699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/4908958931468757699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/05/premeditado-desejo.html' title='Premeditado Desejo'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_w2QWiIlFI/AAAAAAAAAoU/kMGY8vn4vn0/s72-c/dormindo_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-8196341248888635776</id><published>2010-05-25T17:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T17:40:31.449-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Teu Sono</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_w1noXf7bI/AAAAAAAAAoM/xHCwVdBpL_U/s1600/dormindo_almanaquepoetico.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/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_w1noXf7bI/AAAAAAAAAoM/xHCwVdBpL_U/s320/dormindo_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475310201942830514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu sono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu adoro te ver dormindo&lt;br /&gt;E com o teu sono ter prazer&lt;br /&gt;Esperando o dia que vem vindo&lt;br /&gt;Pra te saudar com o amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-8196341248888635776?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/8196341248888635776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/8196341248888635776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-teu-sono.html' title='O Teu Sono'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_w1noXf7bI/AAAAAAAAAoM/xHCwVdBpL_U/s72-c/dormindo_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-841819529300829882</id><published>2010-05-25T17:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T17:38:20.538-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Escravo do Teu Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_w1J5gt-gI/AAAAAAAAAoE/jUWGZ7yAAm0/s1600/escravo_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_w1J5gt-gI/AAAAAAAAAoE/jUWGZ7yAAm0/s320/escravo_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475309691148827138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escravo do teu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu amor...&lt;br /&gt;Todo dia me escraviza&lt;br /&gt;E o meu pudor&lt;br /&gt;No conceito se minimiza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu olhar...&lt;br /&gt;Que tanto me encanta&lt;br /&gt;Me faz te profanar&lt;br /&gt;E às vezes te ver como uma santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu beijo...&lt;br /&gt;Ah... A tua forma de beijar&lt;br /&gt;Só aumenta o meu desejo&lt;br /&gt;De em todas as vidas te amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu abraço...&lt;br /&gt;Faz eu me sentir uma criança&lt;br /&gt;É como um laço&lt;br /&gt;Do desejo com a esperança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tua forma de se despir&lt;br /&gt;Induz a minha nudez&lt;br /&gt;E obrigado por consentir&lt;br /&gt;Toda a minha timidez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E no diminutivo&lt;br /&gt;Você chama meu nome&lt;br /&gt;Com um único objetivo&lt;br /&gt;Que tua forma de amar me dome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Por meu ser escravizar&lt;br /&gt;Com tanta lucidez&lt;br /&gt;Que não quero de ti me alforriar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-841819529300829882?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/841819529300829882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/841819529300829882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/05/escravo-do-teu-amor.html' title='Escravo do Teu Amor'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_w1J5gt-gI/AAAAAAAAAoE/jUWGZ7yAAm0/s72-c/escravo_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-8118919502712106253</id><published>2010-05-25T17:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T17:36:03.356-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mensageiro Alado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_w0c6nWmAI/AAAAAAAAAn8/SIM8oG948ko/s1600/pombocorreio_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_w0c6nWmAI/AAAAAAAAAn8/SIM8oG948ko/s320/pombocorreio_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475308918350977026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mensageiro alado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pombo correio&lt;br /&gt;Entregue essa carta ao meu amor&lt;br /&gt;E diga que tenho muito receio&lt;br /&gt;De perder o seu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vá o mais rápido possível&lt;br /&gt;Na sua janela pousar&lt;br /&gt;E diga que o mundo é desprezível&lt;br /&gt;Sem ela pra me amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vá sem demora&lt;br /&gt;E diga aquela mulher&lt;br /&gt;Que a toda hora&lt;br /&gt;É ela que meu coração quer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vá...&lt;br /&gt;E sussurre no ouvido dela&lt;br /&gt;Que não há&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém igual a ela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço pra você &lt;br /&gt;Todas essas palavras falar&lt;br /&gt;Pois ela pode não querer ler&lt;br /&gt;E ainda minha carta rasgar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-8118919502712106253?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/8118919502712106253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/8118919502712106253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/05/mensageiro-alado.html' title='Mensageiro Alado'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_w0c6nWmAI/AAAAAAAAAn8/SIM8oG948ko/s72-c/pombocorreio_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-7657869159830127107</id><published>2010-05-25T17:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T17:32:15.445-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo Que Eu Precisava Saber</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_wzobukTKI/AAAAAAAAAn0/2qBEbfzFCYI/s1600/amoreterno_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_wzobukTKI/AAAAAAAAAn0/2qBEbfzFCYI/s320/amoreterno_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475308016706538658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que eu precisava saber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está tudo certo&lt;br /&gt;Comecei errado&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não sou esperto&lt;br /&gt;Talvez... inconformado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por me dizer&lt;br /&gt;O que não quis escutar&lt;br /&gt;Mas não esqueça que você&lt;br /&gt;Também não sabe falar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora olho pra mim&lt;br /&gt;E tento colher&lt;br /&gt;O melhor do jardim&lt;br /&gt;Do meu alvorecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo as nuvens passarem &lt;br /&gt;Sobre as páginas de um caderno&lt;br /&gt;E leio os poetas escreverem&lt;br /&gt;O amor é eterno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-7657869159830127107?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/7657869159830127107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/7657869159830127107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/05/tudo-que-eu-precisava-saber.html' title='Tudo Que Eu Precisava Saber'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_wzobukTKI/AAAAAAAAAn0/2qBEbfzFCYI/s72-c/amoreterno_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-8168123793517853516</id><published>2010-05-25T17:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T17:23:44.874-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Seja Amável</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_wxwMoRAlI/AAAAAAAAAns/0_KsrerX-50/s1600/natureza_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_wxwMoRAlI/AAAAAAAAAns/0_KsrerX-50/s320/natureza_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475305951069274706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja amável&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Como é linda a natureza&lt;br /&gt;E entenda o valor&lt;br /&gt;De toda sua beleza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veja aquele passarinho&lt;br /&gt;No céu a brincar&lt;br /&gt;Ele traça o seu próprio caminho&lt;br /&gt;Pois nada o impede de voar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhe pro chão&lt;br /&gt;E veja a formiga operária trabalhar&lt;br /&gt;Pois na sua labuta ela garante o pão&lt;br /&gt;Pra sua colônia alimentar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhe pro mar&lt;br /&gt;E saiba que ali vive&lt;br /&gt;Fábulas de encantar&lt;br /&gt;Que cada pescador revive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veja o beija-flor&lt;br /&gt;Voando sem sair do lugar&lt;br /&gt;Pois com seu beijo ele acompanha a flor&lt;br /&gt;Que vive no vento a bailar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso é obra de um Criador&lt;br /&gt;Que doou a sua Criação&lt;br /&gt;Parte do amor&lt;br /&gt;Extraído do seu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja palpável...&lt;br /&gt;Ou imaginário...&lt;br /&gt;Seja amável...&lt;br /&gt;Com todo esse cenário&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-8168123793517853516?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/8168123793517853516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/8168123793517853516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/05/seja-amavel.html' title='Seja Amável'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_wxwMoRAlI/AAAAAAAAAns/0_KsrerX-50/s72-c/natureza_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-7432248391302473544</id><published>2010-05-19T13:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T13:56:29.574-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspirações...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_QYNYexVsI/AAAAAAAAAmk/ifrOPmwB8cc/s1600/mao_almanaquepoetico.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/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_QYNYexVsI/AAAAAAAAAmk/ifrOPmwB8cc/s320/mao_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473026065350874818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspirações...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou ao céu&lt;br /&gt;Depois de uma noite de amor&lt;br /&gt;E acordo me unindo ao papel&lt;br /&gt;Com a cólera de um compositor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saio do sonho&lt;br /&gt;E mergulho na inspiração&lt;br /&gt;Pois eu só componho&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem escuta meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devo ao sexo feminino&lt;br /&gt;Toda a minha verve&lt;br /&gt;Assim faço o meu destino&lt;br /&gt;E que cada poesia o preserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrevi muitas vezes iludido&lt;br /&gt;Com um figurado amor&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes acordei “esquecido”&lt;br /&gt;Por não suportar o sol com seu calor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tento segurar a vontade&lt;br /&gt;De parar de escrever&lt;br /&gt;Mas seria uma contrariedade&lt;br /&gt;Do que me dar prazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos sonhos que sonho&lt;br /&gt;Das mulheres que o tempo levou&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o maior sonho&lt;br /&gt;Do homem que ficou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada parte de mim&lt;br /&gt;Representa alguém&lt;br /&gt;Como as rosas de um jardim&lt;br /&gt;Perfumando um harém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho como fugir&lt;br /&gt;De cada inspiração sentida&lt;br /&gt;Pois é impossível dirimir&lt;br /&gt;Qual delas é a mais querida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-7432248391302473544?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/7432248391302473544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/7432248391302473544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/05/inspiracoes.html' title='Inspirações...'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_QYNYexVsI/AAAAAAAAAmk/ifrOPmwB8cc/s72-c/mao_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-4893709169402971835</id><published>2010-05-19T13:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T13:52:57.238-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Canções Pro Nosso Mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_QXXcR677I/AAAAAAAAAmc/nc_Fjz49jVI/s1600/can%C3%A7oes_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_QXXcR677I/AAAAAAAAAmc/nc_Fjz49jVI/s320/can%C3%A7oes_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473025138657783730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canções pro nosso mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fico dedilhando meu violão&lt;br /&gt;Dia após dia...&lt;br /&gt;Tentando compor uma canção&lt;br /&gt;Que devolva ao mundo a plena alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso no meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Que está me ouvindo&lt;br /&gt;E por onde o meu canto for&lt;br /&gt;Sei que ele estará nos sentindo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim ainda tento&lt;br /&gt;Compor uma única canção&lt;br /&gt;Que expresse o sublime sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Do meu melódico coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De todas as canções&lt;br /&gt;Que pro nosso mundo eu criei&lt;br /&gt;Falei de minhas emoções&lt;br /&gt;Inúmeras que nem contei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-4893709169402971835?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/4893709169402971835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/4893709169402971835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/05/cancoes-pro-nosso-mundo.html' title='Canções Pro Nosso Mundo'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_QXXcR677I/AAAAAAAAAmc/nc_Fjz49jVI/s72-c/can%C3%A7oes_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-4463488199354669210</id><published>2010-05-19T13:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T13:49:53.210-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas de Mulher ou Simplesmente Vaidade?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_QWnkmgdAI/AAAAAAAAAmU/D2Mint2-8BA/s1600/maquiagem_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_QWnkmgdAI/AAAAAAAAAmU/D2Mint2-8BA/s320/maquiagem_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473024316257891330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas de mulher ou simplesmente vaidade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes me pergunto:&lt;br /&gt;Pra que tanto você se arruma?&lt;br /&gt;Pois contigo o meu assunto&lt;br /&gt;Sempre te desarruma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra que se maquiar?&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo entender&lt;br /&gt;Pois é no teu acordar&lt;br /&gt;Que mais admiro você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você troca roupa&lt;br /&gt;Troca enfeites&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca se poupa&lt;br /&gt;Dos meus deleites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De longe sinto teu cheiro&lt;br /&gt;Mas você não consegue perceber&lt;br /&gt;Que antes de tudo e primeiro&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu quem perfuma você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-4463488199354669210?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/4463488199354669210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/4463488199354669210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/05/coisas-de-mulher-ou-simplesmente.html' title='Coisas de Mulher ou Simplesmente Vaidade?'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_QWnkmgdAI/AAAAAAAAAmU/D2Mint2-8BA/s72-c/maquiagem_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-5688003957187449690</id><published>2010-05-19T13:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T13:45:36.012-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Penitência Declarada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_QVn0laRqI/AAAAAAAAAmM/iTeI_Cu6yaQ/s1600/penitencia_almanaquepoetico.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/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_QVn0laRqI/AAAAAAAAAmM/iTeI_Cu6yaQ/s320/penitencia_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473023221036631714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penitência declarada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na inconstante forma de pensar que em mim se delineia&lt;br /&gt;Tento parar e talvez por um segundo entender&lt;br /&gt;Se são os meus sonhos reais ou a loucura que me norteia&lt;br /&gt;Pois uma hora eu sorrio a toa e em seguida me vejo sofrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faço tempestades num grão pequenino de areia&lt;br /&gt;Faço da seca que destrói plantação uma tempestade&lt;br /&gt;E sempre apesar de amar cuspo na cruz que me norteia&lt;br /&gt;E falo a figura nela incrustada apenas minhas inverdades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crio minha penitência desejando o esperado castigo&lt;br /&gt;Crio minha manhã fria apesar do sol ensolarado&lt;br /&gt;Sou a fuga procurando o seu último abrigo&lt;br /&gt;Sou a despedida de um encontro marcado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque às vezes sou a diferença da igualdade?&lt;br /&gt;Porque tantas palavras crio sem querer nada dizer?&lt;br /&gt;Porque caio na solidão pra fugir da felicidade?&lt;br /&gt;Porque essa penitência declarada é quem me faz viver?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-5688003957187449690?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/5688003957187449690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/5688003957187449690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/05/penitencia-declarada.html' title='Penitência Declarada'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_QVn0laRqI/AAAAAAAAAmM/iTeI_Cu6yaQ/s72-c/penitencia_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-7380265792572546392</id><published>2010-05-19T13:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T13:38:09.987-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha Loucura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_QT530c3CI/AAAAAAAAAmE/2Fmr6fMbemk/s1600/loucura_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_QT530c3CI/AAAAAAAAAmE/2Fmr6fMbemk/s320/loucura_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473021332119411746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha loucura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu olhar atrevido&lt;br /&gt;Me deixa completamente nua&lt;br /&gt;Você sussurra no meu ouvido&lt;br /&gt;Pedindo pra que eu te ame no meio da rua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe despertar&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que sonho como mulher&lt;br /&gt;E por isso me ponho a realizar&lt;br /&gt;As loucuras que em mim você quer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De início...&lt;br /&gt;Juro que te achava anormal&lt;br /&gt;E que vivias a um passo do precipício&lt;br /&gt;E que só queria o meu mal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje mais do que nunca sei reconhecer&lt;br /&gt;Que você é a imponente figura&lt;br /&gt;Que faz meu corpo se desconhecer&lt;br /&gt;E que minha sanidade transfigura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longe de você sei fingir&lt;br /&gt;Ser uma menina trivial&lt;br /&gt;E até na hora de sozinha me despir&lt;br /&gt;Penso em ti de forma descomunal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser o teu harém&lt;br /&gt;E todo dia ser mais uma nova mulher&lt;br /&gt;E juro que mais ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Sabe reconhecer o que meu corpo quer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem você sou a pura timidez&lt;br /&gt;Já perto de você – uma insana loucura&lt;br /&gt;Longe de ti sinto frigidez&lt;br /&gt;Já perto – uma nova criatura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-7380265792572546392?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/7380265792572546392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/7380265792572546392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/05/minha-loucura.html' title='Minha Loucura'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_QT530c3CI/AAAAAAAAAmE/2Fmr6fMbemk/s72-c/loucura_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-7660531929363873859</id><published>2010-05-19T13:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T13:35:38.494-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tua Forma Faceira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_QTS099HBI/AAAAAAAAAl8/T4BdRstGD_I/s1600/faceira_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_QTS099HBI/AAAAAAAAAl8/T4BdRstGD_I/s320/faceira_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473020661339069458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua forma faceira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu adoro &lt;br /&gt;Quando você fica faceira&lt;br /&gt;E com o olhar vem me dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que espera por uma brincadeira&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Aí começo a imaginar&lt;br /&gt;O que devo fazer&lt;br /&gt;Pra fazer jus&lt;br /&gt;Ao que queres me dizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fico até envergonhado&lt;br /&gt;Com tua forma de me olhar&lt;br /&gt;E sinto minha face corada&lt;br /&gt;Pelo o rubor de te desejar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-7660531929363873859?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/7660531929363873859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/7660531929363873859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/05/tua-forma-faceira.html' title='Tua Forma Faceira'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_QTS099HBI/AAAAAAAAAl8/T4BdRstGD_I/s72-c/faceira_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-6131163287680570012</id><published>2010-05-19T13:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T13:34:16.584-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha Maior Interrogação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_QS8auqDoI/AAAAAAAAAl0/c7uoeh1E39A/s1600/lua_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_QS8auqDoI/AAAAAAAAAl0/c7uoeh1E39A/s320/lua_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473020276338462338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha maior interrogação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagina minha lua&lt;br /&gt;Você sobre mim brilhando&lt;br /&gt;Imagina como ficará cheia a rua&lt;br /&gt;Com os enamorados se beijando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagina que você é&lt;br /&gt;A minha maior interrogação&lt;br /&gt;Pois nunca sei o que você quer&lt;br /&gt;Quando se esconde na escuridão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagina minha querida&lt;br /&gt;O ciúme de cada estrela&lt;br /&gt;Quando as pessoas param na avenida&lt;br /&gt;Só pelo prazer de vê-la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagina que hoje é noite de luar&lt;br /&gt;E que a noite espera por você&lt;br /&gt;Então venha o meu amor iluminar&lt;br /&gt;Pois tenho muito a te dizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-6131163287680570012?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/6131163287680570012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/6131163287680570012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/05/minha-maior-interrogacao.html' title='Minha Maior Interrogação'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_QS8auqDoI/AAAAAAAAAl0/c7uoeh1E39A/s72-c/lua_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-3009745079556708726</id><published>2010-05-19T13:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T13:32:17.633-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carta ao Senhor da Razão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_QSb6A57lI/AAAAAAAAAls/wLrbnaL0l28/s1600/carta_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_QSb6A57lI/AAAAAAAAAls/wLrbnaL0l28/s320/carta_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473019717800816210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carta ao Senhor da razão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou argumentar&lt;br /&gt;Com a minha razão&lt;br /&gt;Que se a gente não amar&lt;br /&gt;Pra que serve o coração?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou mandar uma carta&lt;br /&gt;Dizendo ao meu Senhor:&lt;br /&gt;Porque a razão não descarta&lt;br /&gt;Esse medo do amor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter medo é respeitar&lt;br /&gt;O último passo perigoso&lt;br /&gt;Que pode nos levar&lt;br /&gt;A um caminho tortuoso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o amor...&lt;br /&gt;Vem de tudo e conceitua o respeito&lt;br /&gt;Então meu Senhor...&lt;br /&gt;Solte o coração no meu peito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso pensar&lt;br /&gt;Com a razão do coração&lt;br /&gt;Assim irei descartar&lt;br /&gt;A minha solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dê-me um pouco de luz&lt;br /&gt;Sobre essa reflexão&lt;br /&gt;Pois foi na cruz&lt;br /&gt;Que entregaste teu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amém...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-3009745079556708726?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/3009745079556708726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/3009745079556708726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/05/carta-ao-senhor-da-razao.html' title='Carta ao Senhor da Razão'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S_QSb6A57lI/AAAAAAAAAls/wLrbnaL0l28/s72-c/carta_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-7310048415863304747</id><published>2010-05-13T20:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T22:09:10.714-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nas Asas de um Anjo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S-yPS3NOBEI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Q0GC1XrbFhw/s1600/anjo_almanquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S-yPS3NOBEI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Q0GC1XrbFhw/s320/anjo_almanquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470905201568121922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas Asas de um Anjo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem falei com um anjo&lt;br /&gt;Que veio no meu sono me afagar&lt;br /&gt;Pedi a ele razão e saúde&lt;br /&gt;E muito amor pra compartilhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedi que antes de ir embora&lt;br /&gt;Levasse-me pra voar&lt;br /&gt;E que não soltasse a minha mão&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu começasse a gostar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrevoei o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Olhando por todos os lados&lt;br /&gt;Amor e dor&lt;br /&gt;E sonhos despedaçados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentei me sentir superior&lt;br /&gt;Pois sobre as pessoas eu voava&lt;br /&gt;Mas no vôo percebi&lt;br /&gt;Que o solo era o que me aguardava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-7310048415863304747?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/7310048415863304747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/7310048415863304747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/05/nas-asas-de-um-anjo.html' title='Nas Asas de um Anjo'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S-yPS3NOBEI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Q0GC1XrbFhw/s72-c/anjo_almanquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-6897674784623253475</id><published>2010-05-13T20:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T20:24:46.863-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem Saber o que Fazer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S-yI86mYZaI/AAAAAAAAAlc/2KWgofwENns/s1600/terraseca_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S-yI86mYZaI/AAAAAAAAAlc/2KWgofwENns/s320/terraseca_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470898227452077474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem Saber o que Fazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi minha vaca atolada&lt;br /&gt;No solo rachado do sertão&lt;br /&gt;E a urubuzada&lt;br /&gt;Esperando a refeição&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi a chuva chover&lt;br /&gt;Nos olhos do meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Vi minha roseira padecer&lt;br /&gt;E seu perfume se decompor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi a barra acenar&lt;br /&gt;Sobre meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Vi o povo a Deus clamar&lt;br /&gt;Por seus ensinamentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi meu pobre totó&lt;br /&gt;De tão fraco emudecer&lt;br /&gt;E meu coração cheio de dó&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi o aceno da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Dar o seu derradeiro adeus&lt;br /&gt;E a morte nossa última acolhida&lt;br /&gt;Levando os braços que foram meus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi tudo o que era beleza&lt;br /&gt;A seca castigante padecer&lt;br /&gt;Jogando sob a poeira a natureza&lt;br /&gt;Que meus olhos um dia puderam ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota: Nunca passei fome, mas vi inúmeras pessoas mortas de fome e muitas assasinadas por não terem ajuda de ninguém&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-6897674784623253475?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/6897674784623253475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/6897674784623253475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/05/sem-saber-o-que-fazer.html' title='Sem Saber o que Fazer'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S-yI86mYZaI/AAAAAAAAAlc/2KWgofwENns/s72-c/terraseca_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-8128774393020596304</id><published>2010-05-11T17:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T17:56:10.249-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Grande Atração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S-nESGwLtzI/AAAAAAAAAlU/CljJxe8y85E/s1600/atra%C3%A7%C3%A3o_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S-nESGwLtzI/AAAAAAAAAlU/CljJxe8y85E/s320/atra%C3%A7%C3%A3o_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470119037747574578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grande atração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sorriso do teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Que tanto te enfeita&lt;br /&gt;Faz um coração se apaixonar&lt;br /&gt;Quando nele ele se deleita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É como tatuagem na pele&lt;br /&gt;Que sempre na gente ficará&lt;br /&gt;Esperando um dia que ela revele&lt;br /&gt;A hora de se retocar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É como o vento&lt;br /&gt;Que refresca a pele&lt;br /&gt;E cria um envolvimento&lt;br /&gt;Que nos teus poros se expele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É como a beleza&lt;br /&gt;De um doce abraço&lt;br /&gt;Que num toque de sutileza&lt;br /&gt;Transforma-se num laço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É como uma rosa&lt;br /&gt;Postada sobre a mesa&lt;br /&gt;Que apresar de tão formosa&lt;br /&gt;Serve a formiga de sobremesa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso é você&lt;br /&gt;Traduzida no teu encanto&lt;br /&gt;É a beleza de te ver&lt;br /&gt;Caindo-me como um manto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-8128774393020596304?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/8128774393020596304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/8128774393020596304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/05/grande-atracao.html' title='Grande Atração'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S-nESGwLtzI/AAAAAAAAAlU/CljJxe8y85E/s72-c/atra%C3%A7%C3%A3o_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-7601685475650011159</id><published>2010-05-11T17:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T17:39:27.411-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Madrugadas Frias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S-nAVlWEF0I/AAAAAAAAAlM/jt73pL8ka40/s1600/estrada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S-nAVlWEF0I/AAAAAAAAAlM/jt73pL8ka40/s320/estrada.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470114699452618562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madrugadas frias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De alma pura&lt;br /&gt;Falo que te amo&lt;br /&gt;E sem censura&lt;br /&gt;Sempre foi essa verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentei me esconder&lt;br /&gt;Brincando de encantar&lt;br /&gt;Por ter medo de reconhecer&lt;br /&gt;Que é você que eu amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantas chances perdi&lt;br /&gt;De pro mundo confessar&lt;br /&gt;Que não sei viver sem ti&lt;br /&gt;E que é seu o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nessa estrada vazia&lt;br /&gt;Que os faróis iluminam&lt;br /&gt;Não vejo a outrora alegria&lt;br /&gt;Que eu tanto amava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudei a paixão&lt;br /&gt;Direcionei-me a você&lt;br /&gt;Te entreguei meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Que eu pensava não existir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nessa madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Trilhando o vazio&lt;br /&gt;Tenho hora de chegada&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber o que é dormir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida...&lt;br /&gt;Cheia de aventuras&lt;br /&gt;Mas sem você querida&lt;br /&gt;Nada tem sentido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por um triz&lt;br /&gt;Não cai de uma ponte&lt;br /&gt;Foi Deus que não quis&lt;br /&gt;Que desse mundo eu partisse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu coração&lt;br /&gt;Eu desenhei&lt;br /&gt;No pára-choque do caminhão&lt;br /&gt;Pra ele sempre me proteger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas ele não tem o calor&lt;br /&gt;Que o teu tem&lt;br /&gt;Nem bate por amor&lt;br /&gt;Mas é o que posso ter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cada parada &lt;br /&gt;Em cada entreposto&lt;br /&gt;Sempre serais lembrada&lt;br /&gt;Uma doce saudade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma dura lida&lt;br /&gt;Um caminhão carregado&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida “divertida”&lt;br /&gt;Nessa fria madrugada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-7601685475650011159?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/7601685475650011159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/7601685475650011159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/05/madrugadas-frias.html' title='Madrugadas Frias'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S-nAVlWEF0I/AAAAAAAAAlM/jt73pL8ka40/s72-c/estrada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-1987843536186109828</id><published>2010-05-11T17:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T17:33:58.008-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberta Mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S-m-3FvbRdI/AAAAAAAAAlE/ECvFSPPqhls/s1600/solo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S-m-3FvbRdI/AAAAAAAAAlE/ECvFSPPqhls/s320/solo.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470113076061357522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberta mulher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sente o meu toque&lt;br /&gt;A minha mão na sua leveza?&lt;br /&gt;Não se retoque&lt;br /&gt;Fale com franqueza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixe teu corpo falar&lt;br /&gt;Porque antes do amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;Teremos que declarar&lt;br /&gt;Infinitas juras de prazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa o teu corpo eu semear&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me tocar tua pele nua&lt;br /&gt;Que vou te encantar&lt;br /&gt;Assando tua pele crua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torne-se uma liberta mulher&lt;br /&gt;Caia no meu colo&lt;br /&gt;Diga o que você quer&lt;br /&gt;Jogue-me ao solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-1987843536186109828?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/1987843536186109828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/1987843536186109828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/05/liberta-mulher.html' title='Liberta Mulher'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S-m-3FvbRdI/AAAAAAAAAlE/ECvFSPPqhls/s72-c/solo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-6832916804539618568</id><published>2010-05-11T17:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T17:23:13.737-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Enigma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S-m8Ut6Ft2I/AAAAAAAAAk8/KQKjFMKydGE/s1600/enigma_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S-m8Ut6Ft2I/AAAAAAAAAk8/KQKjFMKydGE/s320/enigma_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470110286524823394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enigma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frente a frente&lt;br /&gt;Mergulho no teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Sem conseguir entender&lt;br /&gt;O que tanto me faz te amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É como se fosse uma magia&lt;br /&gt;Que dominasse meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Como se completasse o espaço&lt;br /&gt;Entre a razão e a emoção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de te conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Eu já te imaginava&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem saber&lt;br /&gt;Por onde você andava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje já não é fácil&lt;br /&gt;Ficar sem você&lt;br /&gt;Pois se torna mais difícil&lt;br /&gt;Esse enigma entender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas está sendo lindo&lt;br /&gt;Deixar tua conceituação escapar&lt;br /&gt;Pois nem o meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Consegue meu amor decifrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas no fundo da alma&lt;br /&gt;Nos recônditos do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Tenho a certeza que farei&lt;br /&gt;Desse enigma minha exclamação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-6832916804539618568?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/6832916804539618568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/6832916804539618568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/05/enigma.html' title='Enigma'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S-m8Ut6Ft2I/AAAAAAAAAk8/KQKjFMKydGE/s72-c/enigma_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-396894242476423270</id><published>2010-05-11T15:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T16:02:40.452-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Apareça</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S-mptoJUQBI/AAAAAAAAAk0/BYtUWx-vdvk/s1600/apare%C3%A7a_almanaquepoetico"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S-mptoJUQBI/AAAAAAAAAk0/BYtUWx-vdvk/s320/apare%C3%A7a_almanaquepoetico" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470089823753879570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apareça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tento esquecer&lt;br /&gt;O amor que ainda não conheci&lt;br /&gt;Pra me remeter&lt;br /&gt;Desse amor que tanto pedi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tento não mais sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Com o rosto do meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Mas na hora de levantar&lt;br /&gt;Na primeira oração peço pro Criador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;Desenho no céu&lt;br /&gt;O rosto da sonhada companhia&lt;br /&gt;Que imagino ao léu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Eu guardo o maior desejo&lt;br /&gt;Que é me unir em união&lt;br /&gt;Com o meu amor que em cada sonho vejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apareça&lt;br /&gt;Seja de noite ou de dia&lt;br /&gt;Mas por favor&lt;br /&gt;Seja a minha eterna alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-396894242476423270?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/396894242476423270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/396894242476423270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/05/apareca.html' title='Apareça'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S-mptoJUQBI/AAAAAAAAAk0/BYtUWx-vdvk/s72-c/apare%C3%A7a_almanaquepoetico' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-5447699378616448747</id><published>2010-05-11T15:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T15:46:56.883-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Roubolation - Se liga Mané</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hTWGQ9TIbMM&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/hTWGQ9TIbMM&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-5447699378616448747?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/5447699378616448747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/5447699378616448747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/05/roubolation-se-liga-mane.html' title='Roubolation - Se liga Mané'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-82289383796300844</id><published>2010-05-11T15:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T15:36:11.669-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SÓ DE SACANAGEM - Elisa Lucinda</title><content type='html'>SÓ DE SACANAGEM&lt;br /&gt;(Elisa Lucinda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração está aos pulos!&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes minha esperança será posta à prova?&lt;br /&gt;Por quantas provas terá ela que passar? Tudo isso que está aí no ar, malas, cuecas que voam entupidas de dinheiro, do meu, do nosso dinheiro que reservamos duramente para educar os meninos mais pobres que nós, para cuidar gratuitamente da saúde deles e dos seus pais, esse dinheiro viaja na bagagem da impunidade e eu não posso mais.&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes, meu amigo, meu rapaz, minha confiança vai ser posta à prova?&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes minha esperança vai esperar no cais?&lt;br /&gt;É certo que tempos difíceis existem para aperfeiçoar o aprendiz, mas não é certo que a mentira dos maus brasileiros venha quebrar no nosso nariz.&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração está no escuro, a luz é simples, regada ao conselho simples de meu pai, minha mãe, minha avó e os justos que os precederam: "Não roubarás", "Devolva o lápis do coleguinha", "Esse apontador não é seu, minha filha". Ao invés disso, tanta coisa nojenta e torpe tenho tido que escutar.&lt;br /&gt;Até hábeas corpus preventivo, coisa da qual nunca tinha visto falar e sobre a qual minha pobre lógica ainda insiste: esse é o tipo de benefício que só ao culpado interessará. Pois bem, se mexeram comigo, com a velha e fiel fé do meu povo sofrido, então agora eu vou sacanear: mais honesta ainda vou ficar.&lt;br /&gt;Só de sacanagem! Dirão: "Deixa de ser boba, desde Cabral que aqui todo mundo rouba" e vou dizer: "Não importa, será esse o meu carnaval, vou confiar mais e outra vez. Eu, meu irmão, meu filho e meus amigos, vamos pagar limpo a quem a gente deve e receber limpo do nosso freguês. Com o tempo a gente consegue ser livre, ético e o escambau."&lt;br /&gt;Dirão: "É inútil, todo o mundo aqui é corrupto, desde o primeiro homem que veio de Portugal". Eu direi: Não admito, minha esperança é imortal.&lt;br /&gt;Eu repito, ouviram? Imortal! Sei que não dá para mudar o começo mas, se a gente quiser, vai dar para mudar o final!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-82289383796300844?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/82289383796300844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/82289383796300844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-de-sacanagem-elisa-lucinda.html' title='SÓ DE SACANAGEM - Elisa Lucinda'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-7699076741302832827</id><published>2010-05-11T15:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T15:34:20.517-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Só de Sacanagem - Alerta aos Brasileiros</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AISifIzD-20&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/AISifIzD-20&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-7699076741302832827?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/7699076741302832827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/7699076741302832827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-de-sacanagem-alerta-aos-brasileiros.html' title='Só de Sacanagem - Alerta aos Brasileiros'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-5082349362581550083</id><published>2010-05-11T13:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T13:19:24.142-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Corrente Perene</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S-mDa3JfZEI/AAAAAAAAAks/xWOoXxV6EF4/s1600/corrente_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S-mDa3JfZEI/AAAAAAAAAks/xWOoXxV6EF4/s320/corrente_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470047719921771586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corrente Perene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amarrei-me em você&lt;br /&gt;Pra não te permitir ir embora&lt;br /&gt;E ter o teu prazer&lt;br /&gt;A toda hora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda vez que eu te soltar&lt;br /&gt;Você vai está sedenta&lt;br /&gt;Louca pra amar&lt;br /&gt;Com tua pele suculenta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim eu sempre te terei&lt;br /&gt;Do meu lado ao meu dispor&lt;br /&gt;E sempre te levarei&lt;br /&gt;Pra onde eu for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cada anoitecer&lt;br /&gt;A cada fim de tarde&lt;br /&gt;A cada amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;Não faça alarde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou tua corrente&lt;br /&gt;Que circula teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Sou a amarra perene&lt;br /&gt;Que se transformou num subcorpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-5082349362581550083?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/5082349362581550083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/5082349362581550083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/05/corrente-perene.html' title='Corrente Perene'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S-mDa3JfZEI/AAAAAAAAAks/xWOoXxV6EF4/s72-c/corrente_almanaquepoetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-771689956127301260</id><published>2010-05-11T13:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T13:14:41.299-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Binômio: Eu - Coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S-mCSwYpFAI/AAAAAAAAAkk/huvVD6pkuD4/s1600/coracao1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S-mCSwYpFAI/AAAAAAAAAkk/huvVD6pkuD4/s320/coracao1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470046481155691522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binômio: Eu - Coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha menina&lt;br /&gt;Dança dentro do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;E ela também fascina&lt;br /&gt;Toda a minha visão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lentamente ela foi chegando&lt;br /&gt;Sem nem mesmo se anunciar&lt;br /&gt;E eu assustado renegando&lt;br /&gt;Que ela estava a me dominar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada parte que me compõe&lt;br /&gt;Sente o prazer de ela querer&lt;br /&gt;E meu coração expõe&lt;br /&gt;Que sem você não sabe bater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você se afastou&lt;br /&gt;Por culpa do seu dono&lt;br /&gt;Só que ele não lembrou&lt;br /&gt;Que eu – o coração - viveria em abandono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele já não suporta mais&lt;br /&gt;A dor da minha irracionalidade&lt;br /&gt;Ele só deseja pra nós dois paz&lt;br /&gt;E muita... muita felicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro desse amante coração&lt;br /&gt;Repousa uma orquestra&lt;br /&gt;E um vazio salão&lt;br /&gt;Pra você fazer sua festa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Ainda desejo sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Com um lindo jardim&lt;br /&gt;Onde eu possa te semear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-771689956127301260?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/771689956127301260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S-mA3rvtMkI/AAAAAAAAAkc/lyhnPAGtZ5o/s1600/papeis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S-mA3rvtMkI/AAAAAAAAAkc/lyhnPAGtZ5o/s320/papeis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470044916542157378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cópias Dubladas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repleta de pessoas&lt;br /&gt;Olho pra rua vazia&lt;br /&gt;E vejo papéis&lt;br /&gt;Voando na ventania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em cada papel &lt;br /&gt;Contém um personagem&lt;br /&gt;Daqueles que nos filmes&lt;br /&gt;Só fazem dublagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-2744530739899330568?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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Ela Fala - Boca Livre</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OVK2L9TKY8E&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/OVK2L9TKY8E&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-6720664681682652806?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/6720664681682652806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S-XpMhEVqAI/AAAAAAAAAkU/X0HSxXNF07Y/s320/sereia_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469033723755603970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canção da lua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numa madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Deitado sobre a areia&lt;br /&gt;Sob a lua enluarada&lt;br /&gt;Dançei contigo minha sereia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vento era nosso som&lt;br /&gt;Teu corpo meu lugar&lt;br /&gt;A mar estabelecia o tom&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo meu-teu corpo flutuar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De longe as luzes da cidade&lt;br /&gt;Perdidas na grande escuridão&lt;br /&gt;E de tanta felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Dançava com emoção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro dessa fantasia&lt;br /&gt;Irradiado por ti&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei a plena alegria&lt;br /&gt;Que me fez sorrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dançei, flutuei...&lt;br /&gt;Beijava-te com devoção&lt;br /&gt;Foi de tudo o que desejei&lt;br /&gt;Dentro dessa canção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-1685328893664066539?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/1685328893664066539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/1685328893664066539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/05/cancao-da-lua.html' title='Canção da Lua'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faça a sua escolha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infeliz daquela pessoa&lt;br /&gt;Que fica pelos cantos jogada&lt;br /&gt;E que ela mesma se magoa&lt;br /&gt;Por não ser amada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí ela tenta viver&lt;br /&gt;Inventando e se vendendo a “amores”&lt;br /&gt;Tentando assim e somente assim esconder&lt;br /&gt;Seus maiores e torturantes temores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relacionamentos de conveniência&lt;br /&gt;Social ou meramente banal&lt;br /&gt;Onde o sorriso da inocência&lt;br /&gt;Não passa de um ato teatral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas são “feias” porque esquecem&lt;br /&gt;De enfeitar seu livre interior&lt;br /&gt;E por isso dizem que só padecem&lt;br /&gt;Esquecendo que elas são seu próprio feitor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva a beleza&lt;br /&gt;Que existe dentro de você&lt;br /&gt;Pois somente a tua natureza&lt;br /&gt;Te faz ou não crescer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixe de lado a falsidade&lt;br /&gt;Que te enfeita pra sair&lt;br /&gt;Seja a tua docilidade&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe sua alma se reprimir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entenda que o amor&lt;br /&gt;É mais que um ato carnal&lt;br /&gt;Entenda que até mesmo a dor&lt;br /&gt;Se esconde durante o carnaval&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-3833314980744379613?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/3833314980744379613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/3833314980744379613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/05/faca-sua-escolha.html' title='Faça a Sua Escolha!'/><author><name>Fernando 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320px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S-W5ELI9xqI/AAAAAAAAAkE/4RmxnBhSQO0/s320/alegria_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468980803872343714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse samba pede passagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escuto um sambinha &lt;br /&gt;Ecoando no meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Ele fala da alegria e do amor&lt;br /&gt;Numa simples composição&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele vem ao povo falar&lt;br /&gt;Agradeçam ao Senhor&lt;br /&gt;Pois nada no mundo existe&lt;br /&gt;Sem uma nota de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse sambinha...&lt;br /&gt;Vai ecoar por esse mundo&lt;br /&gt;Pra cada coração ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Que de amor eu me inundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse é o argumento&lt;br /&gt;Da palavra alegria&lt;br /&gt;E nele eu sustento&lt;br /&gt;Essa doce melodia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se alguém...&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo triste o escutar&lt;br /&gt;Por favor, entenda&lt;br /&gt;Essa tristeza vai passar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pense no amor&lt;br /&gt;Abra o seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Tudo na vida passa&lt;br /&gt;Já falava uma antiga canção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas plante o amor&lt;br /&gt;Sem nada dele cobrar&lt;br /&gt;Pois um dia&lt;br /&gt;Ele vem te cumprimentar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-4319563651911031988?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/4319563651911031988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/4319563651911031988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/05/esse-samba-pede-passagem.html' title='Esse Samba Pede Passagem'/><author><name>Fernando 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cada sorriso de menina&lt;br /&gt;A cada corpo de mulher&lt;br /&gt;Componho minhas poesias&lt;br /&gt;Brincando de bem me quer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro das poesias &lt;br /&gt;Que afloram no meu peito&lt;br /&gt;A todas eu admiro&lt;br /&gt;Sem perder o respeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode até parecer&lt;br /&gt;Uma grande inverdade&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje mais do que nunca&lt;br /&gt;Digo com sinceridade:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beleza de uma mulher&lt;br /&gt;Está no saber colher&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que ela nega&lt;br /&gt;Pra ter prazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia...&lt;br /&gt;Quando uma única flor&lt;br /&gt;Tomar conta de mim&lt;br /&gt;Aí me entregarei ao amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto isso...&lt;br /&gt;Rego todo dia o meu jardim&lt;br /&gt;Pra nascer à flor&lt;br /&gt;Que espero pra mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;Das noites que amanheci a chorar&lt;br /&gt;Do livro: Cem Anos de Solidão&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei de meus olhos tristonhos&lt;br /&gt;Que da luz se escondiam &lt;br /&gt;Lembrei que tive um sonho&lt;br /&gt;Um sonho de família&lt;br /&gt;De ter meus filhos&lt;br /&gt;De ter “minha” mulher&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei de quem sou&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei do que fui&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei que até mesmo você&lt;br /&gt;Quem nem sei que é&lt;br /&gt;Também tem os mesmos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Os mesmos medos&lt;br /&gt;Então...&lt;br /&gt;Voltei a minha solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-6784527829579349722?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/6784527829579349722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Em Sua Homenagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra homenagear o amor&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi novamente sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Pois amor não rima com rancor&lt;br /&gt;Pois o amor nos faz existir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra homenagear o amor&lt;br /&gt;E a tudo que ele me conduz&lt;br /&gt;Eu grito bem alto ao Senhor:&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por essa luz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra homenagear o amor&lt;br /&gt;Despi-me de toda a infelicidade&lt;br /&gt;Que tenta meu coração decompor&lt;br /&gt;Pra sucumbir minha alma a enfermidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra homenagear o amor&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi o que significa o perdão&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que as flores mudam de cor&lt;br /&gt;De acordo com cada estação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra homenagear o amor&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi dentro de mim encontrar&lt;br /&gt;O real e tangível valor&lt;br /&gt;Do que é o amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-7290906008239572916?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/7290906008239572916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/7290906008239572916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/05/em-sua-homenagem.html' title='Em Sua Homenagem'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S97tnxnajCI/AAAAAAAAAik/jlv_bCharf8/s72-c/homenagem_almanaque.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-895825448599044627</id><published>2010-04-19T15:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T07:33:27.213-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabra Valente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S8ym8l4SEUI/AAAAAAAAAiU/HLLl6L4PY1g/s1600/medroso3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 87px; height: 98px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S8ym8l4SEUI/AAAAAAAAAiU/HLLl6L4PY1g/s320/medroso3.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461924007984107842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabra Valente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicão era cabra valente&lt;br /&gt;O mais brabo daquele lugar&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém batia de frente&lt;br /&gt;Com medo dele matar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas ele tinha uma fraqueza&lt;br /&gt;Que ninguém sabia por lá&lt;br /&gt;E apesar de sua grandeza&lt;br /&gt;Tinha medo de se borrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podia ser qualquer assunto&lt;br /&gt;Que chicão esclarecia&lt;br /&gt;Só não fale de defunto&lt;br /&gt;Se não ele corria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-895825448599044627?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/895825448599044627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/895825448599044627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/04/cabra-valente.html' title='Cabra Valente'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S8ym8l4SEUI/AAAAAAAAAiU/HLLl6L4PY1g/s72-c/medroso3.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-2067552361474140218</id><published>2010-04-19T10:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T08:59:16.886-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Seu Zé</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S8xdhnPKOBI/AAAAAAAAAiM/MCTVp05rq_Q/s1600/bebado.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S8xdhnPKOBI/AAAAAAAAAiM/MCTVp05rq_Q/s320/bebado.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461843280143202322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu Zé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu Zé foi tomar um mé&lt;br /&gt;Antes do seu casamento&lt;br /&gt;Bebeu tanto que esqueceu a muié&lt;br /&gt;Recitando versos de contentamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas depois que o porre passa&lt;br /&gt;Sua noiva tem de enfrentar&lt;br /&gt;E ele todo sem graça&lt;br /&gt;Dizendo que ainda quer casar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a noiva não era boba&lt;br /&gt;E suas desculpas ela aceitou&lt;br /&gt;E se fazendo de tola &lt;br /&gt;Do Zé ela se vingou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um novo dia foi marcado&lt;br /&gt;O Zé o primeiro a chegar&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sabia o pobre coitado&lt;br /&gt;Que sua alegria ia acabar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O povo todo se reuniu&lt;br /&gt;Dizendo: o Zé vai casar&lt;br /&gt;Mas uma coisa ninguém viu&lt;br /&gt;Foi à noiva chegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-2067552361474140218?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/2067552361474140218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/2067552361474140218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/04/seu-ze.html' title='Seu Zé'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S8xdhnPKOBI/AAAAAAAAAiM/MCTVp05rq_Q/s72-c/bebado.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041913160956377534.post-4453810843109652911</id><published>2010-04-12T01:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T02:00:11.155-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundo Ideal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S8Kolmsk35I/AAAAAAAAAiE/a7Bzx-YAx_o/s1600/108603_Papel-de-Parede-Mundo-de-Fantasias_800x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S8Kolmsk35I/AAAAAAAAAiE/a7Bzx-YAx_o/s320/108603_Papel-de-Parede-Mundo-de-Fantasias_800x600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459111062322601874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mundo Ideal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou de um mundo&lt;br /&gt;Onde reina a imaginação&lt;br /&gt;Nenhum poço tem fundo&lt;br /&gt;E todos brilham na constelação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nele predomina a alegria&lt;br /&gt;Como primeira lei&lt;br /&gt;É tamanha a diplomacia&lt;br /&gt;Que nem precisamos de rei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada ser é seu legislador&lt;br /&gt;Pois crescemos e aprendemos&lt;br /&gt;Com a cartilha do amor&lt;br /&gt;E todo dia a relemos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra entrar nesse mundo&lt;br /&gt;Bastar apenar ter CORAÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;Um sonho fecundo&lt;br /&gt;E muita imaginação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-4453810843109652911?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/4453810843109652911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Tão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S7zr51k6TpI/AAAAAAAAAh8/DGeCeaVx_2k/s1600/disforme_almanaquepoetico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S7zr51k6TpI/AAAAAAAAAh8/DGeCeaVx_2k/s320/disforme_almanaquepoetico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457496227333164690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tão bobo que era&lt;br /&gt;Pensei que te amava&lt;br /&gt;De tão inocente&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração eu enganava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tão inconseqüente&lt;br /&gt;Fiz juras de amor&lt;br /&gt;De tão imaturo&lt;br /&gt;Disfarcei minha dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tão prepotente&lt;br /&gt;Senti-me enorme&lt;br /&gt;De tão perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Vi-me disforme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041913160956377534-386849935647755880?l=almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/386849935647755880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041913160956377534/posts/default/386849935647755880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almanaquepoetico.blogspot.com/2010/04/de-tao.html' title='De Tão...'/><author><name>Fernando Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03072018023766680406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo98RNXkdp0/S0GFFEhvvRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7AJWNaemQaY/S220/Figura1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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