<?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-23830234</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:32:19.662+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vento Norte</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartascomalma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23830234/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartascomalma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lia Palma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978905354014775349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23830234.post-7216472348889129815</id><published>2008-03-29T20:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-29T20:56:45.657Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Quem quer arranja tempo, quem não quer arranja desculpas!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu não tenho tempo, nem desculpas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Voltarei dentro de momentos, num outro local, numa outra dimensão!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23830234-7216472348889129815?l=cartascomalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartascomalma.blogspot.com/feeds/7216472348889129815/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Vento Norte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não disseste de onde vinhas.&lt;br /&gt;Não é preciso.&lt;br /&gt;Vens de todo o lado&lt;br /&gt;És o mundo inteiro...&lt;br /&gt;Não disseste onde vais&lt;br /&gt;Nem quando vais&lt;br /&gt;E vais...&lt;br /&gt;Porque também és maré&lt;br /&gt;Num ir e vir infinito.&lt;br /&gt;Foste tu que troxeste a lua... hoje&lt;br /&gt;Que lhe pintaste aquela cor bonita&lt;br /&gt;E que lhe deste prata para chorar&lt;br /&gt;Que puseste a montanha nos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;E aquele tal par de asas nos meus ombros&lt;br /&gt;E me ofereceste aromas para sonhar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23830234-6597313040147557379?l=cartascomalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartascomalma.blogspot.com/feeds/6597313040147557379/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23830234&amp;postID=6597313040147557379&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23830234/posts/default/6597313040147557379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23830234/posts/default/6597313040147557379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartascomalma.blogspot.com/2008/03/vento-norte-no-disseste-de-onde-vinhas.html' title=''/><author><name>Lia Palma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978905354014775349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23830234.post-2152620456290871417</id><published>2008-03-18T02:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:28:14.530Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Da possibilidade de tudo nasce a incapacidade das palavras!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x3OJTZVKZx8&amp;rel=0&amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x3OJTZVKZx8&amp;rel=0&amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/23830234-2152620456290871417?l=cartascomalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartascomalma.blogspot.com/feeds/2152620456290871417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23830234&amp;postID=2152620456290871417&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23830234/posts/default/2152620456290871417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23830234/posts/default/2152620456290871417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartascomalma.blogspot.com/2008/03/da-possibilidade-de-tudo-nasce.html' title=''/><author><name>Lia Palma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978905354014775349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23830234.post-5725859133978424039</id><published>2008-03-11T19:40:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-11T19:58:00.828Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Lunaridades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;em vez da lua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;a noite trouxe o arco-íris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;já não sou tua!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;nunca foi teu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;o meu lado lunar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;mas sou feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;por te saber de novo a caminhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;que te leve o Vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;e o pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;e a maresia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;que não nesceu de mim mais nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;senão o brilho da alegria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23830234-5725859133978424039?l=cartascomalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartascomalma.blogspot.com/feeds/5725859133978424039/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23830234&amp;postID=5725859133978424039&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23830234/posts/default/5725859133978424039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23830234/posts/default/5725859133978424039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartascomalma.blogspot.com/2008/03/lunaridades-hoje-em-vez-da-lua-noite.html' title=''/><author><name>Lia Palma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978905354014775349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23830234.post-688495949315213087</id><published>2008-02-28T22:12:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-02-28T22:20:50.791Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Asas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;És-me a sombra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;o altar onde me ponho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;gume que me irá matar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;És poeta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;louco criador do sonho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;rito de sacrificar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;E eu sou sangue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;derramado em desafio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;de unir o sol à terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;O caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;inseguro, escuro e frio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;na passada de quem erra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas se és vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;que me traz a liberdade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Se fores o meu cheiro a mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Serei lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;com aroma de saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;terei asas para voar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23830234-688495949315213087?l=cartascomalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartascomalma.blogspot.com/feeds/688495949315213087/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23830234&amp;postID=688495949315213087&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23830234/posts/default/688495949315213087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23830234/posts/default/688495949315213087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartascomalma.blogspot.com/2008/02/asas-s-me-sombra-o-altar-onde-me-ponho.html' title=''/><author><name>Lia Palma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978905354014775349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23830234.post-2687581502420189523</id><published>2008-02-25T13:16:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-25T13:18:37.479Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Alucinação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Escrevi-te em folhas soltas de papel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;que, a sorrir, ofereci ao vento!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Moldei-te o corpo e rasguei-te a pele,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;e deixei-te adormecer no pensamento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23830234-2687581502420189523?l=cartascomalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartascomalma.blogspot.com/feeds/2687581502420189523/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23830234&amp;postID=2687581502420189523&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23830234/posts/default/2687581502420189523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23830234/posts/default/2687581502420189523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartascomalma.blogspot.com/2008/02/alucinao-escrevi-te-em-folhas-soltas-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Lia Palma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978905354014775349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23830234.post-6597380994102623388</id><published>2008-02-12T01:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-12T08:47:05.990Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regaço&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu já vi o mundo inteiro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;já fui &lt;strong&gt;canela&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;jasmim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;já fui nau e marinheiro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e... não me conheço a mim!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já senti subtis odores&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Margarida&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;Alecrim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;já conheci mil amores&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas... não me senti em mim!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho-te no rosto os traços&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;e um amar-te sem fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu já te dormi nos braços&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tu sabes... eu sou assim!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23830234-6597380994102623388?l=cartascomalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartascomalma.blogspot.com/feeds/6597380994102623388/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23830234&amp;postID=6597380994102623388&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23830234/posts/default/6597380994102623388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23830234/posts/default/6597380994102623388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartascomalma.blogspot.com/2008/02/regao-eu-j-vi-o-mundo-inteiro-j-fui.html' title=''/><author><name>Lia Palma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978905354014775349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23830234.post-3331028720422547454</id><published>2008-02-11T13:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-11T17:23:05.994Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;A vida era tão mais simples se eu fosse diferente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;mas faltam-me asas para voar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;e a vontade de as fechar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23830234-3331028720422547454?l=cartascomalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartascomalma.blogspot.com/feeds/3331028720422547454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23830234&amp;postID=3331028720422547454&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saiu de mim um rio,&lt;br /&gt;procurou um mar inexistente,&lt;br /&gt;caminhos que ainda não percorri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saiu de mim um rio,&lt;br /&gt;perdido em tempestade reluzente,&lt;br /&gt;resultado da caminhada até ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indecisões,&lt;br /&gt;indefinições,&lt;br /&gt;és incerteza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ilusões,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;desilusões,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sou subtileza!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23830234-7399784519567782684?l=cartascomalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23830234.post-1786251337271740786</id><published>2008-01-31T13:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-31T13:24:59.102Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adormecida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria adormecer no teu colo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;encontrar-te por acaso e não falar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não sentir nada, parar-me o tempo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e deixar o teu andar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;queria ser adormecida em ti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sem te dar palavras para explicar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;só para sentires o que senti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;só para comungar a minha calma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vontade infinita de abraçar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;por um segundo libertar a alma!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23830234-1786251337271740786?l=cartascomalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartascomalma.blogspot.com/feeds/1786251337271740786/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23830234&amp;postID=1786251337271740786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23830234/posts/default/1786251337271740786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23830234/posts/default/1786251337271740786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartascomalma.blogspot.com/2008/01/adormecida-queria-adormecer-no-teu-colo.html' title=''/><author><name>Lia Palma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978905354014775349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23830234.post-1823460877780703167</id><published>2008-01-23T15:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-23T15:37:54.336Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Deixei cair a máscara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;e as lágrimas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23830234-1823460877780703167?l=cartascomalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartascomalma.blogspot.com/feeds/1823460877780703167/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23830234&amp;postID=1823460877780703167&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23830234/posts/default/1823460877780703167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23830234/posts/default/1823460877780703167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartascomalma.blogspot.com/2008/01/deixei-cair-mscara-e-as-lgrimas.html' title=''/><author><name>Lia Palma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978905354014775349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23830234.post-3237222134280743801</id><published>2008-01-17T18:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-11T17:25:14.455Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saudade&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não te quero amar outra vez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quero continuar a amar-te&lt;br /&gt;longe do mundo&lt;br /&gt;com o mesmo fogo de alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sem te tocar,&lt;br /&gt;sem te cheirar&lt;br /&gt;sem que tu saibas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não preciso das tuas mãos,&lt;br /&gt;nem das palavras,&lt;br /&gt;nem da ternura!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não há demencia que me arranque da loucura&lt;br /&gt;nem preciso que existas... só de ti!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23830234-3237222134280743801?l=cartascomalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartascomalma.blogspot.com/feeds/3237222134280743801/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23830234&amp;postID=3237222134280743801&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23830234/posts/default/3237222134280743801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23830234/posts/default/3237222134280743801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartascomalma.blogspot.com/2008/01/saudade-no-te-quero-amar-outra-vez.html' title=''/><author><name>Lia Palma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978905354014775349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23830234.post-8449794368150126968</id><published>2008-01-14T19:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-11T17:26:30.516Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não estou cá hoje....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje não estou cá&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;estou aí&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a segurar-te a mão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a afagar-te o cabelo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a querer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;por um instante &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;suportar-te a dor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoje não estou cá&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;estou a contar-te histórias&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a fazer-te sorrir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...que me chames tonta&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoje não estou cá&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas para ti,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;princesa,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;estarei sempre!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23830234-8449794368150126968?l=cartascomalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartascomalma.blogspot.com/feeds/8449794368150126968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23830234&amp;postID=8449794368150126968&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23830234/posts/default/8449794368150126968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23830234/posts/default/8449794368150126968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartascomalma.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-estou-c-hoje.html' title=''/><author><name>Lia Palma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978905354014775349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23830234.post-3975179431648889324</id><published>2008-01-05T20:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-11T17:27:15.738Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KqPOTfdeVos/R4uyPI6KxbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JBOIGB352PQ/s1600-h/monica.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155410171614905778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KqPOTfdeVos/R4uyPI6KxbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JBOIGB352PQ/s320/monica.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(A)Mar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;E do mar veio a força,&lt;br /&gt;da chuva a magia,&lt;br /&gt;do vento a liberdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(amanhã não existe&lt;br /&gt;o tempo parou lá)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do abraço a saudade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fotografia de Benjamim Castro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23830234-3975179431648889324?l=cartascomalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartascomalma.blogspot.com/feeds/3975179431648889324/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23830234&amp;postID=3975179431648889324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23830234/posts/default/3975179431648889324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23830234/posts/default/3975179431648889324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartascomalma.blogspot.com/2008/01/mar-e-do-mar-veio-fora-da-chuva-magia.html' title=''/><author><name>Lia Palma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978905354014775349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KqPOTfdeVos/R4uyPI6KxbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JBOIGB352PQ/s72-c/monica.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23830234.post-114776680998897038</id><published>2006-05-16T09:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T13:08:09.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sei que raramente passas por cá, mas pode ser que passes hoje. Deixo uma carta que te escrevi num dos muitos dias em que me fizeste falta! Obrigada por tudo amiguito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Porto,&lt;br /&gt;2005/04/05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hei, miúdo!!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje precisava mesmo de falar contigo!!&lt;br /&gt;Quer dizer, hoje precisava mesmo de falar, de preferencia contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Continuas a ser até hoje quem melhor me soube ouvir, e tantas vezes nem tive que falar!&lt;br /&gt;Soubeste ler-me, ainda hoje, das poucas vezes que nos encontramos, tens aquela facilidade absurda de já saber tudo.&lt;br /&gt;És dos mais altruístas e generosos que já conheci, mesmo que embrulhado no teu egocentrismo de menino.&lt;br /&gt;Tens mimos para tudo, beijinhos para tudo e verdades para tudo!&lt;br /&gt;És tão sincero, tão espontâneo, tão diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Amigo.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho muitas vezes saudades tuas, também as tenho dos outros, mas as que tenho de ti são diferentes. Lembrar-me de ti é sentir-me preenchida de todas as memórias que temos juntos, e todas são boas, até os piores momentos foram bons. É mesmo estranho. Somos muito estranhos!!&lt;br /&gt;Gosto muito de ti, amigo.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que nunca tive tanta pena que Berlim fosse tão longe.&lt;br /&gt;Mas Berlim é longe, mais longe do que o meu pensamento possa alcançar, e telepatia assim começa a ser difícil!&lt;br /&gt;Fico a aguardar que voltes, depois de te divertires muito.&lt;br /&gt;Não te esqueças que o tempo urge e queima, aproveita-o!!&lt;br /&gt;Carinho!!&lt;br /&gt;Mónica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23830234-114776680998897038?l=cartascomalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartascomalma.blogspot.com/feeds/114776680998897038/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23830234&amp;postID=114776680998897038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23830234/posts/default/114776680998897038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23830234/posts/default/114776680998897038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartascomalma.blogspot.com/2006/05/sei-que-raramente-passas-por-c-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Lia Palma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978905354014775349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23830234.post-114674616534157162</id><published>2006-05-04T13:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T13:42:24.210+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No silêncio do que não dizes posso ouvir o que nunca quiseste dizer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23830234-114674616534157162?l=cartascomalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartascomalma.blogspot.com/feeds/114674616534157162/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23830234&amp;postID=114674616534157162&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23830234/posts/default/114674616534157162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23830234/posts/default/114674616534157162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartascomalma.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-silncio-do-que-no-dizes-posso-ouvir.html' title=''/><author><name>Lia Palma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978905354014775349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23830234.post-114293029490340416</id><published>2006-03-21T08:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-28T13:51:22.166+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Espera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hoje,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Por entre lágrimas de sangue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pensei em desistir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;De quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Perguntas tu, como a sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Por saberes que mais nada há a perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;De sonhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Só me resta a alucinação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;De um dia descobrir o fim da estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mas sucumbo de exaustão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Caio por terra, esgotada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Já não há chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E respiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Num último folego de luz colorida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mais um penso rápido na ferida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Que se recusa a ser cicatriz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Só mais um sorriso de alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Para encobrir toda a agonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E vou à procura de ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Adio por mais um dia o cansaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dou nova máscara ao embaraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sou novamente uma alma exemplar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E espero em lassidão dormente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Que o sol que nasce para toda a gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Amanhã me possa visitar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23830234-114293029490340416?l=cartascomalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23830234.post-114202936457253268</id><published>2006-03-10T22:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-21T13:09:21.173Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu sei que Homem és!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não deixes que te calem as palavras,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Que te comprem os sentidos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Que te levem a razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Eu sei quão Homem és!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Conheço-te anos perdidos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;O tamanho que tu tens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;É o do teu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;E eu sei o quão grande és&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;E todo o mundo encolhido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Cabia na tua mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Mesmo sem o teres pedido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Não deixes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Que te amarrem no silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Podes ser quem tu quiseres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Não adormeças sózinho...vive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Estejas tu onde estiveres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Teu coração bate livre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23830234-114202936457253268?l=cartascomalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartascomalma.blogspot.com/feeds/114202936457253268/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23830234&amp;postID=114202936457253268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23830234/posts/default/114202936457253268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23830234/posts/default/114202936457253268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartascomalma.blogspot.com/2006/03/eu-sei-que-homem-s-no-deixes-que-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Lia Palma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978905354014775349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23830234.post-114202889002705396</id><published>2006-03-10T22:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-21T13:10:49.603Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sopro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aproxima-se... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lenta e dolorosamente, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perde a cor, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adormece o sentimento, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ergue a dor, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aromatiza a sofrimento &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que outrora foi amor! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amarra o corpo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leva a visão, esvazia a mente, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pinga gotas de suor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De uma batalha dormente &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em que socumbo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cansada, vazia, liberta, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enfim só à minha sorte... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É mais uma porta aberta &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A que os sábios chamam Morte!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23830234-114202889002705396?l=cartascomalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartascomalma.blogspot.com/feeds/114202889002705396/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiel Jardineiro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perdi o tempo, o espaço, o meu abrigo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorei sózinha a minha mágoa, a nossa dor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fui acolhida pelo conforto de um amigo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que me deu um canteiro e me fez flor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O meu fiel Jardineiro! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiel a si, aos sentimentos e aos sentidos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Semeou no meu vento a tempestade &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonhador perfeito de amores proibidos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Defensor incondicional dessa verdade &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E na pura arte de semear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plantou sorrisos no meu coração &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dou-te as palavras que te posso dar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando as não tenho...dou-te a minha mão!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23830234-114202876807939033?l=cartascomalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartascomalma.blogspot.com/feeds/114202876807939033/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23830234&amp;postID=114202876807939033&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23830234/posts/default/114202876807939033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quebram-se laços &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marcam-se fronteiras &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Regressa-se ao passado, repetidamente &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cada riso e cada lágrima presente &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memórias ... armadilhas traiçoeiras! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Recomecei &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas não consigo renascer do nada &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E as cinzas reacendem, ganham vida &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a cada vivência repetida &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O medo e a vontade de mão dada &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Transformo a minha imagem no que sou? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou transformo-me naquilo que te dei? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O desejo e a paixão que não te dou &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pedaços de saber que rejeitei... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero e sei e ardo e asfixio &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Medo, sangue, dor, angustia e frio!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desconheço a sombra, não há luz &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E na cadência das prioridades &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não te desvendas, não és transparente &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perdes-me em verdades e verdades &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De uma imensidão resplandecente &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E na minha estável cobardia &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que eu nunca soube compreender &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prefiro a certeza à agonia &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se não te tenho...não te vou perder! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23830234-114202841409539515?l=cartascomalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23830234.post-114202808806675273</id><published>2006-03-10T21:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-21T13:13:49.076Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Personagem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tábuas vazias que se enchem de vozes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Violentos passos em direcção a nada &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acendem-se luzes, pancadas atrozes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como o raiar do sol na alvorada &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixas esquecidas em papel antigo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vozes adormecidas de quem já morreu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abrem as cortinas e és tu comigo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já não há limite entre o teu e o meu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vives por momentos o que és em ti &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Empresto-te o corpo e o sentimento &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se estás feliz a minha boca ri &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se te queres mexer eu sou movimento &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Empresto-te o choro, a mágoa e a dor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;São teus o meu corpo e a minha vontade &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dou-te os sentimentos, revolta e amor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E tu...és capaz de me dar verdade? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E aqui estou eu a libertar almas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vivendo na pele o calor e o frio &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E no fim do acto...e no fim das palmas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O regresso à noite, o vazio...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23830234-114202808806675273?l=cartascomalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartascomalma.blogspot.com/feeds/114202808806675273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23830234&amp;postID=114202808806675273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23830234/posts/default/114202808806675273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23830234/posts/default/114202808806675273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartascomalma.blogspot.com/2006/03/personagem-tbuas-vazias-que-se-enchem.html' title=''/><author><name>Lia Palma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978905354014775349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23830234.post-114202771307750718</id><published>2006-03-10T21:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-21T13:14:33.810Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem és?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hei-de contar-te em todas as palavras &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hei-de espalhar-te em memórias e ventos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hei-de afogar-te em violentas vagas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas vou guardar-te em todos os momentos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Serás da lua uma chuva de prata &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do azul do céu serás o infinito &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em cada ferida és dor que não me mata &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas que me arranha a voz a cada grito &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em cada sorriso vais ser luz &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cavalo branco e cavaleiro andante &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Véu de mistério que envolve e s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eduz &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Senhor da minha aura, meu amante &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E se o meu sangue se juntar à terra &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na escuridão de não saber quem sou &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;À solidão vazia ganho a guerra &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Transformarei em sonho o que te dou! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23830234-114202771307750718?l=cartascomalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartascomalma.blogspot.com/feeds/114202771307750718/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23830234.post-114202636733564815</id><published>2006-03-10T21:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-21T13:15:27.660Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;De que sou feita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;De memórias, de desejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;De histórias de encantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;De mil abraços e beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Que me obriguei a adiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;De sonhos tão coloridos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;De escuras noites sombrias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;De sorrisos, de gemidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;De angústias e de alegrias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sou feita de tanto e nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;E tudo aquilo que vivi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;É uma imagem apagada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Se não tiver fim em Ti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23830234-114202636733564815?l=cartascomalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartascomalma.blogspot.com/feeds/114202636733564815/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23830234&amp;postID=114202636733564815&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23830234/posts/default/114202636733564815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23830234/posts/default/114202636733564815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartascomalma.blogspot.com/2006/03/de-que-sou-feita-de-memrias-de-desejos.html' title=''/><author><name>Lia Palma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08978905354014775349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23830234.post-114202096895204984</id><published>2006-03-10T19:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-28T13:49:55.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem serás de novo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hoje juntas as palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Lês personagens que vivem sózinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Que se arrumaram em páginas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;A quem destinaste um caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Não os deixas respirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Toldas-lhes a visão, o brilho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Viver é mais do que amar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ser mãe não é ter um filho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;É ensiná-lo a sonhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hoje segues as pegadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Já desenhadas no tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Não soltas as gargalhadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Deixa-me arrancar-te o véu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Que vestes em vez da cara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;As nuvens não são o céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;O nosso tempo não pára&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;E tu, nunca foste meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Nunca foste um corpo nu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Nunca foste um livro aberto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;E para ti, já foste Tu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ou só andaste lá perto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23830234-114202096895204984?l=cartascomalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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