<?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-5880964760424704556</id><updated>2012-01-28T03:00:40.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EBORENSE POETA</title><subtitle type='html'>Um blog de poesia pessoal e de alguns poetas amigos.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fé (do grego: pistia e do latim: Fides) é a firme convicção&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de que algo seja verdade,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sem nenhuma prova absoluta eis a razâo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pela qual a fé é uma realidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A fé se relaciona de maneira unilateral&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ter fé, é nutrir um sentimento de afeiçâo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É apostar, confiar e acreditar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emocionais ou miticas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que à religiâo poderá estar ligada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na Bíblia, a palavra fé transmite persuasão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ideia fidúcia de confiança&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De realidades não vistas, uma convicção&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que garante a base de esperança&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Fé em Jesus Cristo é a graça da salvação&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De um coração que auscultei com a minha mão direita,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não me esqueci,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guardo a lembrança perfeita!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AAinda seguro o seu ritmo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e o som é como o bater de asas de um pássaro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no alçapão da memória...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com o dono desse coração,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tenho muita história.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vONliU8DF8o/TlX896APeaI/AAAAAAAAhhM/xYqYXarsFuc/s1600/a+Gripe+do+Amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vONliU8DF8o/TlX896APeaI/AAAAAAAAhhM/xYqYXarsFuc/s1600/a+Gripe+do+Amor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A gripe do amor contraí !...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se apanha com facilidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;essa forte febre a senti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bem jovem, na mocidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meti-me num galinheiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e por um Pinto fui afectado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;despendi algum dinheiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para dela ficar libertado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seu nome Maria Gestrudes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;apelido Pinto Guerra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;noutra capoeira viu virtudes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desprezando o Galo que eu era&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por Lisboa a capital&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nessa capoeira ficou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sem redes e sem metal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e o Cambeta olvidou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ovos por lá deve ter posto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e uma família gerado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;por prazer? ou a seu gosto!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ou em Guerra galos criado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu deixei de ser capão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e livremente esvoaçando&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sou ave arribação&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que com amor no mundo vou andando&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já não recordo com saudade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aquele fatídico primeiro amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que em abono da verdade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me feriu causando dor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-2691424667974904823?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/2691424667974904823/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2011/08/gripe-do-amor.html#comment-form' title='11 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUFÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sente-se a pressão&lt;br /&gt;Veêm-se libelinhas a voar&lt;br /&gt;As águas do mar ficam mais quentes&lt;br /&gt;e o calor é de sofucar&lt;br /&gt;tudo isto é o perludio&lt;br /&gt;de um tufão para chegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os barcos ao porto regressam&lt;br /&gt;e lá no alto nos mastros das fortalezas&lt;br /&gt;o sinal 1 está içado&lt;br /&gt;o tufão está para chegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos mares do sul da China está&lt;br /&gt;E ruma lentamente.&lt;br /&gt;Pelas Filipinas já passou&lt;br /&gt;mortes e inundações causou,&lt;br /&gt;foram prejuízos sem par,&lt;br /&gt;já tem nome é o Ruth&lt;br /&gt;vai-se fortalecendo.&lt;br /&gt;e, em direcção a Macau vem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproxima-se, as árvores e as águas&lt;br /&gt;disso dão já sinal&lt;br /&gt;o sinal foi alterado&lt;br /&gt;agora o número 3 está içado.&lt;br /&gt;as carreiras de navios são suspensas.&lt;br /&gt;as escolas encerradas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avisos na rádio e televisão são transmitidos&lt;br /&gt;para a população se percaver,&lt;br /&gt;fechar bem as janelas,&lt;br /&gt;desemtupir os canos,&lt;br /&gt;retirar os vasos das varandas,&lt;br /&gt;cuidados com as tabuletas de anúncios.&lt;br /&gt;não saiam à rua&lt;br /&gt;e veriquem as antenas de televisão,&lt;br /&gt;e tudo o que possa à rua cair,&lt;br /&gt;as águas do mar as muralhas vão galgando&lt;br /&gt;a velha ponte ao trafégo é fechada&lt;br /&gt;já não à circulação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os autocarros já pararam&lt;br /&gt;táxis ainda se vêm&lt;br /&gt;mas são poucos os que se aventuram&lt;br /&gt;pelas ruas circular&lt;br /&gt;serviços públicos encerram&lt;br /&gt;chuva torrencial já cai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As ruas ficam desertas&lt;br /&gt;o sinal 8 foi içado&lt;br /&gt;os ventos sopram cada vez mais fortes&lt;br /&gt;com rajadas de 100 kms/hora&lt;br /&gt;policias de prevensão ficam&lt;br /&gt;a defesa é acionada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vento esse sopra cada vez mais forte&lt;br /&gt;grandes e velhas árvores não resistem&lt;br /&gt;e por terra caem&lt;br /&gt;barracas sem tecto ficam&lt;br /&gt;e no ar suas folhas de zinco esvoaçam&lt;br /&gt;postes de electricidade e seus fios&lt;br /&gt;ao chão vem parar&lt;br /&gt;casas sao inundadas&lt;br /&gt;é o tufão a passar&lt;br /&gt;no mar ondas altaneiras se formam&lt;br /&gt;e barcos ao fundo vão&lt;br /&gt;a tempestade tudo arrasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São tabuletas que caem&lt;br /&gt;andaimes de bambu ao chão são lançados&lt;br /&gt;e o vento esse cada vez aumenta mais&lt;br /&gt;a escuridão e as intensas chuvas são por demais&lt;br /&gt;o sinal 10 é içado&lt;br /&gt;o centro do tufão esta passando por Macau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estradas são cortadas&lt;br /&gt;inundações nem se contam tantas são elas&lt;br /&gt;e por todo o lado&lt;br /&gt;vidros das janelas estilhaçam&lt;br /&gt;é o tufão a passar&lt;br /&gt;tudo fica tombado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo fica inundado&lt;br /&gt;e o vento forte parece uivar&lt;br /&gt;e leva ainda algum tempo para se afastar&lt;br /&gt;até o continente atingir&lt;br /&gt;depois de lá chegar seu rasto ainda afecta&lt;br /&gt;e seus ventos se fazem sentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas em sua rota a força vai perdendo&lt;br /&gt;e as chuvas parecem acalmar&lt;br /&gt;o vento deixou de rugir&lt;br /&gt;e o sinal 10 é substituido pelo 3&lt;br /&gt;é hora de contabilizar os prejuízos&lt;br /&gt;os estragos causados&lt;br /&gt;de remover as árvores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retirar os lixos&lt;br /&gt;a defesa civil actua&lt;br /&gt;é uma tarefa titânica&lt;br /&gt;para tudo ao normal voltar&lt;br /&gt;a população sai a rua&lt;br /&gt;e logo se apercebe&lt;br /&gt;da desgraça que ocorreu&lt;br /&gt;foram muitos os prejuízos&lt;br /&gt;algumas pessoas morreram&lt;br /&gt;é a época das monções&lt;br /&gt;que anualmente os tufões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macau vêm asolar, que tudo arrastam,&lt;br /&gt;que tudo levam consigo,&lt;br /&gt;por tudo eu passei&lt;br /&gt;quer em terra quer no mar,&lt;br /&gt;trazem sempre grande perigo&lt;br /&gt;são os tufões a passar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/TJxZBFdc9ZI/AAAAAAAAYl4/RBB9338xSdA/s1600/onda-tufao-coreia-efe-20100902-G.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/TJxZBFdc9ZI/AAAAAAAAYl4/RBB9338xSdA/s400/onda-tufao-coreia-efe-20100902-G.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-855251656395333866?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POEMA à sardinha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo irei contar ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É mais uma das histórias minhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é caso singular,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visto o assunto ser sardinhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AQUI ESTAMOS REUNIDOS&lt;br /&gt;NESTA SALA EM CONFRATERNIIZAÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;SOMOS PORTUGUESES E AMIGOS&lt;br /&gt;COM AMIZADE E CONSIDERAÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MAR MEDITERRÂNICO FORAM PESCADAS&lt;br /&gt;EM PORTUGAL CONGELADAS E EMBALADAS&lt;br /&gt;EM MACAU FORAM COMPRADAS&lt;br /&gt;E NA TAILÂNDIA ASSADAS E PAPADAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUITAS VOLTAS ELAS DERAM&lt;br /&gt;ATÉ PELAS BRASAS PASSAREM&lt;br /&gt;FELIZES OS QUE AS COMERAM&lt;br /&gt;E AS SAUDADES MATAREM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AO NOSSO AMIGO MANUEL, CONFRADE &lt;br /&gt;SÓ TENHO QUE AGRADECER &lt;br /&gt;ESSE MARAVILHOSO COMPRADE&lt;br /&gt;QUE EM SEU NINHO, BEM NOS SOUBE RECEBEER&lt;br 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style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Diligente é todo aquele que ama&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que possue presteza e objectividade,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É uma virtude ética e humana&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vivida com alegria e caridade&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ser diligente é ter prontidão,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É ser-se delicado e carinhoso&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Realizando seus desejos com decisão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É um ser belo e amoroso&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do latim a Diligência provêm&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Significando, aquele que ama,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que muita fé no seu coração têm&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alegre, viva como uma chama&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span 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MÃE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post hentry"&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff8866;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/TEgWhnsV15I/AAAAAAAAWLY/saOImRyL2bM/s1600/MINHA%2BMAE.png"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: transparent 0px solid; POSITION: relative; MIN-WIDTH: auto; BORDER-LEFT: transparent 0px solid; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; WIDTH: 320px; PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; MAX-WIDTH: none; FLOAT: none; HEIGHT: 211px; BORDER-TOP: transparent 0px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: transparent 0px solid; PADDING-TOP: 8px"&gt;&lt;div style="POSITION: relative; MARGIN: -8px; TOP: 0px; LEFT: 0px"&gt;&lt;div style="Z-INDEX: -9978; POSITION: absolute; BOTTOM: -4px; VISIBILITY: visible; TOP: -4px; RIGHT: -4px; LEFT: -4px" v="227" z="336" u="4" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-9208903499604402758</id><published>2010-07-19T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T06:48:53.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A INVEJA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post hentry"&gt;&lt;a name="5957534386609120565"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/TED8aG_6CyI/AAAAAAAAVzQ/KwFOwZvbiBY/s1600/inveja.bmp"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: transparent 0px solid; POSITION: relative; MIN-WIDTH: auto; BORDER-LEFT: transparent 0px solid; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; WIDTH: 400px; PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; MAX-WIDTH: none; FLOAT: none; HEIGHT: 219px; BORDER-TOP: transparent 0px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: transparent 0px solid; PADDING-TOP: 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494669070877461282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/TED8aG_6CyI/AAAAAAAAVzQ/KwFOwZvbiBY/s400/inveja.bmp" closure_uid_ybs4uv="2" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A inveja é um sentimento de aversão,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;um dos 7 pecados capitais&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;é uma reactiva formação&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;contra os mais fortes e os demais&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;É um sentimento gerado&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pela soberba e pelo egocentrismo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;com um fim acorvardado&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;de disputa do poder pelo canalhismo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;os atributos dos outros almejando&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;já que só por si não o conseguem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;por sua intelectualidade os está limitando&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;e a invenja para eles convergem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;É uma vontade frustrada&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;de possuir as qualidades de um outro ser,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;sendo cobiçada e muitas vezes tirada&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;inveja é invidere, não ver&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;o invejoso, não suporta&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;que outrem seja melhor,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;e então assim se comporta&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;mostando sua indole no seu pior&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Temos que ser talvez mediocres&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;visto que, cada bela impressão que causamos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;perdemos as nossas virtudes,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;e novos inimigos conquistamos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;António Cambeta&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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CARINHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glimboo.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Amizade" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/amizade/0609.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando se sentir triste sorria.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois sabe que não está sózinho,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Têm os amigos por companhia..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois mesmo longe não esquecem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem lhes traz sempre alegria.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Delmira Figo - Redondo - Portugal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-4019366161136301600?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/4019366161136301600/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-meu-carinho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/4019366161136301600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/4019366161136301600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-meu-carinho.html' title='O MEU CARINHO'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-903784387942535137</id><published>2010-07-16T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T17:34:47.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VAIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/TED6mh8graI/AAAAAAAAVzE/JfZqwVlRbw0/s1600/pavao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 347px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494667085246148002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/TED6mh8graI/AAAAAAAAVzE/JfZqwVlRbw0/s400/pavao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: 13.5pt; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT;font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;" lang="PT"  &gt;A vaidade é uma componente psicológica de todo o ser humano, é um sentimento de ligação entre o corpo e a mente.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: 13.5pt; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT;font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;" lang="PT"  &gt;A vaidade não é mais de um desejo de provocação, em atrair a admiração das outras pessoas. Estas pessoas, vaidosas, revelam, com extravagância, seus pontos positivos, ocultando os negativos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: 13.5pt; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;"&gt;As mulheres por natureza são vaidosas, muitas delas no bom sentido, gostam de chamar à atenção, umas pelas suas linhas corporais esteticamente perfeitas, outras pela sua inteligência e capacidade de lidar com as pessoas e com as coisas de uma forma super positiva, porém outras e outros (homens) são vaidosos pela negativa, pela ostentação de riqueza, no sentido de humilhar as outras pessoas de menos posses financeiras.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: 13.5pt; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;"&gt;Porém a vaidade quando tem um sentimento de ganância ela se torna uma doença de caráter, e neste caso um sentimento negativo, desejando só para si tudo o bem estar e o melhor existe em seu redor e não só.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: 13.5pt; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;"&gt;A vaidade pode ser um forte motivo de orgulho, de auto-estima pelos trabalhos realizados com sucesso e que se torna uma forma de motivação para dar continuidade a esses trabalhos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: 13.5pt; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;"&gt;Mas como tudo existem sempre duas faces da moeda, e a vaidade, quando egoísta, e este mal se está propagando cada vez mais na nossa sociedade, nos dias de hoje, e fato de discórdia de guerras, onde se esquecem os valores morais para darem lugar ao lucro fácil.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: 13.5pt; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;"&gt;Na maioria dos casos a vaidade serve para causar inveja nas outras pessoas sem outro fim em mente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: 13.5pt; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;"&gt;Como muito bem diz o povo em seus provérbios “ A VAIDADE É O ALIMENTO DOS TOLOS” “ A VAIDADE É IRMÃ DA BELEZA E A LUXURIA É SUA FILHA”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: 13.5pt; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;"&gt;Bangkok, 22 de Janeiro de 2552 (2009)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: 13.5pt; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;"&gt;António Manuel Fontes cambeta&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: 13.5pt; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"&gt;BLOGTOK  CICLOS DE POESIA  7 PECADOS  VAIDADE  ANTÔNIO CAMBETA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-903784387942535137?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/903784387942535137/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2010/07/vaidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/903784387942535137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/903784387942535137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2010/07/vaidade.html' title='VAIDADE'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/TED6mh8graI/AAAAAAAAVzE/JfZqwVlRbw0/s72-c/pavao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-5961776782597133228</id><published>2010-07-16T17:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T17:43:56.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VAIDADE I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/TED53rqPfLI/AAAAAAAAVy8/Wy7QGo5FIA0/s1600/pavao_albino_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494666280400026802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/TED53rqPfLI/AAAAAAAAVy8/Wy7QGo5FIA0/s400/pavao_albino_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: 13.5pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT;font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;" lang="PT"  &gt;A vaidade é irmã da luxuria e da beleza&lt;br /&gt;Que os seres humanos, tais pavões&lt;br /&gt;Revelam orgulho, mas sem gentileza&lt;br /&gt;Por não serem humildes seus corações&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos num mundo de vaidade&lt;br /&gt;E onde e por qualquer razão&lt;br /&gt;Nela se incorpora a maldade&lt;br /&gt;Faltando senso e compaixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vaidade é geradora de males,&lt;br /&gt;Mas igualmente o princípio do bem&lt;br /&gt;Tal montanha com seus vales&lt;br /&gt;Que méritos têm também&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangkok, 22 de Janeiro de 2552&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;António Manuel Fontes Cambeta&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: 13.5pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT;font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;" lang="PT"  &gt;Citação de Florbela Spanca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT;font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: 13.5pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT;font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: 13.5pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT;font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;" lang="PT"  &gt;Vaidade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT;font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sonho que sou a Poetisa eleita, (Aquela que diz tudo e tudo sabe, (Que tem a inspiração pura e perfeita, (Que reúne num verso a imensidade! ((Sonho que um verso meu tem claridade (Para encher todo o mundo! E que deleita (Mesmo aqueles que morrem de saudade! (Mesmo os de alma profunda e insatisfeita! ((Sonho que sou Alguém cá neste mundo ... (Aquela de saber vasto e profundo, (Aos pés de quem a Terra anda curvada! ((E quando mais no céu eu vou sonhando, (E quando mais no alto ando voando, (Acordo do meu sonho ... E não sou nada! ... ((Florbela Espanca, in "Livro de Mágoas" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT;font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;" lang="PT"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:8;" lang="PT"  &gt;BLOGTOK CICLOS DE POESIA 7 PECADOS VAIDADE ANTÔNIO CAMBETA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-5961776782597133228?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/5961776782597133228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2010/07/vaidade-iii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/5961776782597133228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/5961776782597133228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2010/07/vaidade-iii.html' title='VAIDADE I'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/TED53rqPfLI/AAAAAAAAVy8/Wy7QGo5FIA0/s72-c/pavao_albino_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-8103201206736083571</id><published>2010-07-05T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T02:58:39.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ÉVORA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/TDGqiUcbAeI/AAAAAAAAVV4/IAN5Vsw7x08/s1600/VORA_-~1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490356927321539042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/TDGqiUcbAeI/AAAAAAAAVV4/IAN5Vsw7x08/s400/VORA_-~1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Évora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há mais de quarenta anos que me fiz mais uma habitante desta bela cidade museu, que me encantou com a sua história e beleza de encantar qualquer pessoa, Também eu tal como ela fiz por cá a minha história.&lt;br /&gt;São 45 anos de uma vida cheia de tantas coisas boas tão boas, que não resisto a lembrar algumas, das muitas por onde passei, quando cheguei a esta bela cidade, tinha a penas 13 anos pois até então vivi quase sempre com os meus avós, e tios paternos.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Como eu não me canso de dizer, e muito menos de pensar, fui uma menina feliz, pois na minha Aldeia era a menina da minha gente, falo daquela gente, que sempre me deu tudo o que não tinha, para eu ser feliz, que me ensinou a dar, e receber, e com a sua humildade e amor aprendi o sentido da vida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/TDGqZ1ahMfI/AAAAAAAAVVw/5CkHNITcpmc/s1600/imagesCALB9LHA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490356781553103346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/TDGqZ1ahMfI/AAAAAAAAVVw/5CkHNITcpmc/s400/imagesCALB9LHA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nasci acompanhada, de um glaucoma que sempre me causou grande sofrimento, e ficou cada vez mais complicado até que chegou à cegueira total, mas nem por isso fez de mim uma criança infeliz, sempre recebi muito amor e dedicação, à minha volta só havia, ternura e carinho, tudo era feito de maneira que eu não me lembrasse do meu sofrimento físico, que sempre foi e continua a ser, muito grande, aos meus 26 anos, a minha doença complicou de tal maneira, que foi obrigada a tirar o olho esquerdo, e como tudo foi piorando aos 37 anos tive de passar pelo mesmo, pois foi-me tirado, o olho direito, poço dizer que passados quase 30 anos, ainda não sou capaz de lidar com esta situação, ainda hoje tenho muitos momentos de grande revolta, mas tento que as pessoas não percebam as minhas fraquezas, e por isso e muito mais não vou deixar de lutar, nem de gostar da vida, nem das pessoas que amo, pois é por mim e pela minha família que eu vou continuar a amar a vida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/TDGqTUwhORI/AAAAAAAAVVo/nG5wCj0zbio/s1600/the_world_1183934580_img_1361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490356669707794706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/TDGqTUwhORI/AAAAAAAAVVo/nG5wCj0zbio/s400/the_world_1183934580_img_1361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Na casa dos meus avós os dias passavam entre boas e bonitas brincadeiras, com as minhas amiguinhas, e também com algumas das minhas primas maternas, a quem ainda hoje, dedico uma grande e bonita amizade, que de certo irá até ao fim das nossas vidas, gostávamos de conviver junto da natureza, ermos para o campo apanhar flores e com elas fazer lindos colares e outros enfeites que muito nos divertiam, também recordo os apetitosos lanches, que a minha tia Naica, nos fazia e nos sabiam mais que bem, a minha tia Anica era uma velhinha que também morava, no monte dos meus avós, monte que antes tinha sido dela, a tia Ana Pereira foi sempre muito querida para mim, e tratava me com grande amor e dedicação, pois fez de mim a herdeira de tudo o que tinha da sua filha que por doença desconhecida, morreu era ainda uma criança, só lamento, quando fiquei mulher, já não ter nada nem saber para onde foram todas as coisas que com tanto amor me ofereceu.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Lembro-me com saudade, das minhas idas para a escola só para conviver mas mesmo assim era para mim um dos bocadinhos felizes, em quanto todos faziam e aprendiam, os trabalhos da escola, eu a penas podia decorar as lições, que eram lidas pela professora, mas para mim foi uma felicidade, pois quando voltava para casa, sabia tudo na ponta da língua, todos ficavam contentes, e ainda me ajudavam mais, também algumas vezes passava bons bocadinhos com algumas professoras que de vez em quando ficavam na casa dos meus avós, porque nessa altura, o meu avô por mérito próprio era, o Presidente da junta de freguesia, da Graça do divor, e por isso foi o meu avô, que mandou construir a escola cedendo para isso o terreno, que fazia parte da sua propriedade, tudo o que vivi eu nunca poço esquecer, também não posso esquecer as saudades que tenho de quando me sentava no campo acompanhada pelo meu amigo cão, falo do senhor pangalhadas, uma personagem que durante muitos anos fez parte importante da minha história, pois era quase sempre com ele que eu ia, para com muita atenção ouvir o barulho da natureza, e o cantar dos passarinhos, que muito alegravam as minhas manhãs, e também os meus fins de dia, lembro-me como era lindo o nascer e pôr do sol, pois nesse tempo eu ainda via alguma coisa, embora pouco, mas dá para lembrar e recordar toda a beleza que me rodeava, na época em que nasci a minha cegueira era considerada uma doença muito grave, pois não havia esperança de melhoras, e muito menos de cura, mas nem por isso os meus primeiros 13 anos deixaram de ser os melhores anos da minha vida, também não poço esquecer, uma das pessoas, que nessa altura foi para mim, talvez a mais importante, lembro-me com muita saudade, do carinho com que sempre me tratava, lembro-me dos serões de Inverno, sentado a lareira, comigo ao colo, tinha sempre uma história, para me contar, ou então cantávamos os dois as cantigas daquele tempo, que ainda hoje muito gosto de ouvir, falo do meu avô, que nesse tempo era pessoa, a quem todos tinham respeito, foi um homem justo e de bom coração, toda a gente tinha por ele um grande respeito, e afeição, lembro-me das suas palavras quando me dizia para eu não chorar, porque me fazia dói-dóis, e ele ficava triste, como eu me lembro do calor do seu colo, dos seus abraços, e dos seus beijinhos, sem conta, também me lembro como me sentia forte quando o meu avô, me dizia, não tenhas medo, minha querida, o avô, está aqui, e nada nem ninguém te vai fazer mal, era com o meu avô, e com os meus tios que quase sempre andavam comigo ao colo, e não se cansavam de me encher de carinhos, eu fui sempre a sua menina, falo do meu querido avô, que recordo e guardo para sempre no meu coração, tenho a certeza, se ele me estiver a ver, está feliz e orgulhoso da sua menina. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/TDGqIPMYa7I/AAAAAAAAVVg/D49VakZ2T8k/s1600/4627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490356479235484594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/TDGqIPMYa7I/AAAAAAAAVVg/D49VakZ2T8k/s400/4627.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouco tempo depois de chegar a Évora tive a sorte de conhecer grandes e bons amigos, que muito me ajudaram a ir ao encontro do desconhecido, foi pois assim que começou um dos bonitos capítulos de que ainda hoje recordo com saudade, pois fui convidada para cantar no grupo coral da Igreja do Carmo daí foram-se abrindo portas e chegaram outras coisas que gostei muito de fazer, fui também levada para a legião de Maria, trabalho que adorei fazer, pois havia de tudo um pouco dedicado aos menos protegidos pela sorte, durante alguns anos fiz parte de um grupo de bons e dedicados amigos, que me mostravam todos os dias que a vida deve ser igual para todos, assim me foi dada a oportunidade de participar em festas, acampamentos, visitas a hospitais, e a casas de pessoas a quem a vida não deu o privilégio do bem estar, por isso vivendo menos bem, levando alguns bens necessários para uma vida um pouco melhor, e com algum conforto, cuidar, e ajudar as crianças que por razões várias ou pouca sorte não tinham nada nem ninguém, que lhes desse o que qualquer criança tem o direito de ter.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Lembro-me dos bonitos teatros, e das festas em que colaborava, umas vezes a cantar outras a representar, sempre que chegava aquele momento sentia-me muito nervosa mas depois de entrar em palco tudo corria bem, e acabava muito melhor, deixando-me alegre e feliz, pois esses inventos eram sempre dedicados aos que viviam menos bem e tudo o que recebíamos era muito bem vindo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Mas também tive algumas coisas, más muito más, feita de grandes lutas, algumas bem complicadas mas tenho que todos os dias agradecer a Deus e à oportunidades que a vida me deu e também há minha família e amigos de que muito gosto, alguns já ficaram pelo caminho, e eu continuo a lembra-los com muita saudade e estão bem guardados no meu coração para sempre e depois vêem as recordações, algumas de cair a lágrima outras de rir de felicidade pois foi aqui que tudo começou na minha vida de verdade, foi aqui que encontrei pessoas muito importantes para mim, porque sempre estão ao meu lado nos bons e maus momentos.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Foi nesta bela cidade que encontrei o meu caminho, cheio de coisas bem diferentes umas das outras mas por todas elas valeu a pena e vou continuar a lutar porque amo a minha família, e amo muito todas as crianças do mundo o meu maior desejo era fazer os nossos meninos e meninas bem felizes, pois quero para elas um mundo com paz e muita saúde, sei que quando eu for embora de vez deixo muitas coisas por fazer que gostava de ter feito, mas também fiz muitas coisas que me deram muita alegrias e bem estar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hoje sou uma pessoa preocupada com o futuro das nossas crianças, pois sou mãe e avó, foi alguns anos que nasceram aqui os meus filhos e o meu neto, 3 pessoas a quem amo de tal forma, que não é fácil encontrar palavras que transmitam os meus sentimentos, são sem duvida as pessoas, mais importantes para mim, embora com os meus filhos nem sempre estou de acordo com coisas das suas vidas, hoje eles já são homens e donos da sua vontade; a verdade é que os filhos para as mães, não têm idade, nem defeitos, para as avós os netos são perfeitos, quem ama erra e eu sei que cometo erros por quem muito amo, pois são a maior razão da minha vida. &lt;br /&gt;  Também os meus sobrinhos de quem muito gosto, e desejo o maior bem, pois também, sinto que eles me dedicam um grande carinho.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Foi em 1964, que aqui também nasceu, um dos meus grandes amores, pois, vou falar um pouco de uma pessoa muito importante para mim, temos 14 anos de diferença, por isso sinto nela a filha que não tive, mas decerto gostaria de ter, falo da minha irmã, pois tenho por ela um tão grande amor, que me lembro com saudade dos tempos em que ela me chamava Mãe, hoje ambas somos adultas e cada uma tomou o seu caminho, mas nem por isso deixamos de ser o que sempre fomos, pois nada nos vai separar, temos diferentes formas de pensar e de estar, mas nada nos impede de sermos o que somos, duas irmãs, duas grandes e boas amigas, pois para mim a minha irmã, continua a ser a minha menina muito querida, a minha maior amiga, só tenho pena que ela não seja mais presente, mas cada um é igual a si mesmo. &lt;br /&gt;  Agora falo do meu irmão, que também amo muito, e que com muita pena de todos fez a escolha errada pois deixou tudo em troca de nada, resta-nos a esperança, que ele acorde e volte a ser o que sempre podia ter sido, fez tantas coisas erradas na vida, talvez nem ele saiba porquê.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Somos 3 filhos de uns pais que nos trataram de maneiras muito diferentes, ainda hoje eu não entendo por qual a razão de ser nem qual o motivo, o meu pai tem quase 80 anos, e ainda hoje eu tenho momentos em que penso que o meu pai nunca me amou como uma filha, nem dedicou grande atenção ao meu tão grave problema, só peço a Deus que me dê o seu perdão, se estiver errada, o meu pai é, uma pessoa de sentimentos escondidos, e amores preferidos, que não sabe dar afectos, nem transmitir o que sente, pelos outros ou até mesmo por si próprio, pessoa fria que finge não perceber, o que está à sua volta, está fechado nele mesmo caindo cada vez mais ficando velho e perdendo a autoridade e arrogância, com que gostava de tratar os mais fracos, porque teria sido assim, acho que nem ele sabe responder a essa pergunta.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  A minha Mãe é uma mulher de uma grande riqueza de sentimentos, e de um grande coração, tem nesta altura 78 anos, muito sofridos e amargurados, companheira do meu pai há 58 anos a quem deu tudo o que tinha em troca de quase nada, hoje resta aos dois uma vida mal vivida e a maior parte cheia de más recordações, e de coisas que só lhe fazia bem esquecer, lembro-me quando era menina que a minha mãe me lia histórias e eu gostava tanto de ouvir a minha mãe ler para mim, que nunca vou esquecer esses bocadinhos que recordo com muita saudade e ficam para sempre no meu coração, nessa altura a minha mãe era uma jovem, de grande beleza, nas suas atitudes, de bondade, a minha mãe ainda hoje está plantada no vazo onde tenho todos os meus amores perfeitos, todos gostavam dela e sempre lhe deram muito valor, pobre mãe, pobre pai, que nem percebem que os filhos os amam e sofrem por velos nesta estranha e má forma de vida, mas o pior é que não podemos fazer nada, resta pedir a Deus que não os deixe sozinhos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Desejo a todos uma vida feliz foi também há muitos anos que entrei na vida do trabalho nesse tempo para uma pessoa cega não era tarefa fácil e por isso foi um pouco complicado, mas a minha força, e necessidade, deram-me a coragem necessária para nunca deixar de lutar por tudo o que vale a pena, com muitas barreiras e portas mal abertas, mas o meu bom Deus a minha força e alguns amigos e a minha família, foram para mim de grande valor a ajuda, E eu por mim e pelos meus filhos, pelo meu neto, pelo meu marido, quero continuar a lutar e a viver por isso peço a Deus que sempre me dê forças e vontade de lutar e ter alegria para dar a toda a gente que precisa de mim. Não me conformo com a mudança dos tempos e muito menos com a das vontades, a menina vida não devia esquecer os menos protegidos pela sorte, nomeadamente as nossas crianças que não têm culpa de nada, só me resta a grande fé e a esperança que tenho no meu bom Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Generosa 10 de Junho de 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-8103201206736083571?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/8103201206736083571/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2010/07/evora.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/8103201206736083571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/8103201206736083571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2010/07/evora.html' title='ÉVORA'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/TDGqiUcbAeI/AAAAAAAAVV4/IAN5Vsw7x08/s72-c/VORA_-~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-4199732233293387885</id><published>2010-06-25T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T22:34:40.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PENALTI NA AFRICA DO SUL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/TCSe_uLkLJI/AAAAAAAAUxw/11xg7uX9dI0/s1600/28308_1388427644273_1639535971_890191_7118143_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486685063609592978" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/TCSe_uLkLJI/AAAAAAAAUxw/11xg7uX9dI0/s400/28308_1388427644273_1639535971_890191_7118143_n.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 294px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-4199732233293387885?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/4199732233293387885/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/4199732233293387885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/4199732233293387885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='PENALTI NA AFRICA DO SUL'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/TCSe_uLkLJI/AAAAAAAAUxw/11xg7uX9dI0/s72-c/28308_1388427644273_1639535971_890191_7118143_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-249805065303851948</id><published>2010-04-28T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T20:17:06.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DO AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S9j4o2hDNeI/AAAAAAAAS9c/7ySUG-lNPls/s1600/scan0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 499px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 342px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465391528526689762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S9j4o2hDNeI/AAAAAAAAS9c/7ySUG-lNPls/s400/scan0011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;O articulista, sua prima Cremilda Cambeta, poetisa, e a esposa do articulista.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Impossível defini-lo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É tão vasto e profundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É tão belo e radioso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É Deus em acção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem principio e sem fim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque Deus é amor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É eterno e forte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Impossível limita-lo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabor da vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vivida em plenitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Validando todas as virtudes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Aperfeiçoando-as.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Impossível conhecê-lo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não fora Cristo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;revelá-lo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;na cruz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poema de Cremilda Cambeta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-249805065303851948?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/249805065303851948/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2010/04/do-amor.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/249805065303851948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/249805065303851948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2010/04/do-amor.html' title='DO AMOR'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S9j4o2hDNeI/AAAAAAAAS9c/7ySUG-lNPls/s72-c/scan0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-1375340934004020524</id><published>2010-04-22T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T20:47:31.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SONHO DE CRIANÇA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S9EX-zAetRI/AAAAAAAASx4/AziCk7pX95c/s1600/thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463174190588671250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S9EX-zAetRI/AAAAAAAASx4/AziCk7pX95c/s400/thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando criança, eu tinha um sonho recorrente: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma bola grande, não maior do que eu, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escura, com aspecto de compacta e pesada, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rolava, declive abaixo, em minha direção!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou vendo a cena!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não gostava de sonhar com ela, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas não se tem controle sobre os sonhos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ameaçadora, ela massacrava a paz do meu sono.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tinha cor de chumbo, de asfalto novo, de pneu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas nunca me lembrou um pneu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A não ser agora, quando associo as cores...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há coisas que tememos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E jamais acontecem!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A bola não me alcançou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deus não deixa, Nunca deixou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Euna de Oliveira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-1375340934004020524?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/1375340934004020524/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2010/04/sonho-de-crianca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-8639058031750779447</id><published>2010-03-21T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T19:29:04.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S6bV3sJjJGI/AAAAAAAAQEI/LzzuVHUw-xU/s1600-h/my+photos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 161px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451279551699297378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S6bV3sJjJGI/AAAAAAAAQEI/LzzuVHUw-xU/s400/my+photos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Este Tony Cambeta meu padrinho&lt;br /&gt;Que não pára de me surpreender&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo faze-lo parar&lt;br /&gt;Já não sei o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho pena de não poder&lt;br /&gt;Fazer o mesmo e surpreender&lt;br /&gt;Como faz o meu padrinho&lt;br /&gt;Mas estou nesta situação&lt;br /&gt;E sem outra solução&lt;br /&gt;Só lhe posso dar carinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse sentimento lhe darei&lt;br /&gt;Sempre sem hesitar&lt;br /&gt;Estarei sempre presente&lt;br /&gt;E com carinho para lhe dar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homem de letras e poesia&lt;br /&gt;E de muita sabedoria&lt;br /&gt;Com um grande coração&lt;br /&gt;Vive a fazer o bem&lt;br /&gt;E dar a quem não tem&lt;br /&gt;Lá em terras de Sião&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arménio Cruz&lt;br /&gt;Março de 2008 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-8639058031750779447?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/8639058031750779447/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2010/03/este-tony-cambeta-meu-padrinho-que-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/8639058031750779447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/8639058031750779447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2010/03/este-tony-cambeta-meu-padrinho-que-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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navegar&lt;br /&gt;imensas embarcações&lt;br /&gt;que iam e vinha atracando a ponteões,&lt;br /&gt;logo se formou no pensamento&lt;br /&gt;o que se passava no momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Pensando que contrabando se estava a tratar&lt;br /&gt; e,  patrulha não vendo o fui procurar,&lt;br /&gt; o encontrei, estava ele sentado&lt;br /&gt; e muito bem instalado,&lt;br /&gt; nem por mim dando ao chegar&lt;br /&gt; mas ao em mim reparar&lt;br /&gt; encavacado ficou&lt;br /&gt; e prontamento continência efecto-ou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Pela sua postura o chamei a atenção&lt;br /&gt; e quis saber logo a razão&lt;br /&gt; o porquê daquela embarcação ali atracou&lt;br /&gt; e que carga ela  embarcou&lt;br /&gt; Sem a licença mostrar&lt;br /&gt;  por isso estava a indagar&lt;br /&gt; e o guarda prontamente respondeu&lt;br /&gt; que tinha sido merda que a embarcação meteu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Embaraçado com a resposta fiquei&lt;br /&gt; e logo dali me ausentei&lt;br /&gt; ficando no ar um fedor a pairar&lt;br /&gt; e admirado pela forma de um macaense falar&lt;br /&gt; fezes ou adubo orgânico não o sabia dizer&lt;br /&gt; para me poder melhor explicar&lt;br /&gt; e que pobres agricultores da China ali estavam a embarcar.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-6578790355441592533?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/6578790355441592533/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2010/03/embarque-de-fezes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/6578790355441592533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/6578790355441592533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2010/03/embarque-de-fezes.html' title='EMBARQUE DE FEZES'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S5ycIYsOGGI/AAAAAAAAP3o/tRsg0CS6NkU/s72-c/EJbox-17-22L-Web+MMMM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-2395541969332943123</id><published>2010-03-13T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T01:38:47.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JORNAL MANOBRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S5tcqA_-ZFI/AAAAAAAAP0w/NqgKTMlVZ2k/s1600-h/scan0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 570px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448050051127338066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S5tcqA_-ZFI/AAAAAAAAP0w/NqgKTMlVZ2k/s400/scan0016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mais uma vez, novo comadante a Macau chegou&lt;br /&gt;e muitas coisas veio mudar&lt;br /&gt;muita coisa ele alterou&lt;br /&gt;pela sua forma de ser e de pensar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Portugal ele vinha&lt;br /&gt;depois da revolução&lt;br /&gt;outra mentalidade aberta ele tinha&lt;br /&gt;e muita compreensão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizia ele em sua filosofia&lt;br /&gt;ter que a corporação conhecer&lt;br /&gt;era a ele que competia&lt;br /&gt;desse modo proceder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conselheiros da revolução&lt;br /&gt;em Macau se encontravam&lt;br /&gt;com novos ensimentos e muita confusão&lt;br /&gt;de um digno oficial não gostavam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O governador precionado&lt;br /&gt;pelos conselheiro da revolução&lt;br /&gt;a esse distinto soldado&lt;br /&gt;o teve que mandar para a prisão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O capitão do porto não gostou&lt;br /&gt;desse modo do governador proceder&lt;br /&gt;e então se rebeliou&lt;br /&gt;e a essa ordem não quis obedecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debaixo dessa tensão&lt;br /&gt;a anarquia reinava&lt;br /&gt;o oficial na prisão&lt;br /&gt;e a Marinha sem comando esta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Foi então a Marinha vigiada&lt;br /&gt;vinte e quatro horas por dia&lt;br /&gt;pela Psp e uma especial brigada&lt;br /&gt;e do quartel ninguem saía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O governador com receio&lt;br /&gt;aos agentes da Marinha foi falar&lt;br /&gt;e fora do seu meio&lt;br /&gt;lá se teve que explicar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanada a situação&lt;br /&gt;capitão do porto e o distindo oficial&lt;br /&gt;lá sairam da prisão&lt;br /&gt;embarcando para Portugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi então que se criou&lt;br /&gt;na nossa corporação policial&lt;br /&gt;um ilustrado jornal&lt;br /&gt;fazendo ecos da situação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manobra foi assim chamado&lt;br /&gt;e nele eu participei&lt;br /&gt;tudo lá era narrado&lt;br /&gt;muita verdade eu lá contei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguns  anos ainda sobreviveu&lt;br /&gt;até era recomendado&lt;br /&gt;mas um dia então morreu&lt;br /&gt;por ser bem censurado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Censura em Macau ainda havia&lt;br /&gt;a liberdade não tinha chegado&lt;br /&gt;não se podia dizer o que sentia&lt;br /&gt;e tudo ficou acabado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas coisas então mudaram&lt;br /&gt;por fim a liberdade chegou&lt;br /&gt;e por ela ansiaram&lt;br /&gt;por fim o comando mudou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O jornal esse nunca mais apareceu&lt;br /&gt;e os folhetos publicados&lt;br /&gt;foram para ao museu&lt;br /&gt;lá ficando bem guardados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S5tciTH4m7I/AAAAAAAAP0o/FBbe4uZM_XI/s1600-h/jornais32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 547px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448049918553398194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S5tciTH4m7I/AAAAAAAAP0o/FBbe4uZM_XI/s400/jornais32.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-2395541969332943123?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/2395541969332943123/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2010/03/jornal-manobra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/2395541969332943123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/2395541969332943123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2010/03/jornal-manobra.html' title='JORNAL MANOBRA'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S5tcqA_-ZFI/AAAAAAAAP0w/NqgKTMlVZ2k/s72-c/scan0016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-1359738977239313775</id><published>2010-03-13T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T01:27:50.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIÇÕES DE SAMPANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S5taDAyf-jI/AAAAAAAAP0g/EWgAvzA_r1o/s1600-h/EJbox-17-24L-Web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 522px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448047182032665138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S5taDAyf-jI/AAAAAAAAP0g/EWgAvzA_r1o/s400/EJbox-17-24L-Web.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Depois de um dia embarcado&lt;br /&gt; saindo de lá bem estafado,&lt;br /&gt; na doca tinha que me apresentar&lt;br /&gt; para lições de sampana praticar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Duas horas de instrução&lt;br /&gt; era essa a duração,&lt;br /&gt; que dava para enjoar&lt;br /&gt;  mesmo sem o pequeno almoço tomar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Era esse o sacrificio&lt;br /&gt; sendo esse o meu ofício&lt;br /&gt; nada tinha a lamentar&lt;br /&gt; senão remadas de sampanas praticar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Frustado, isso sim ficava,&lt;br /&gt; pois o outro não remava&lt;br /&gt; e grande peso ali fazia&lt;br /&gt; e eu remando lá ia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bolhas nas mãos criando&lt;br /&gt; minhas forças desgastando,&lt;br /&gt; com o outro não podia&lt;br /&gt; que nada fazia e só se ria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mas como lá diz o ditado&lt;br /&gt; quem por último ri, ri melhorado,&lt;br /&gt; e preguiçoso como ele era&lt;br /&gt; para não ficar à espera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; À muralha abiquei&lt;br /&gt; e para terra saltei,&lt;br /&gt; o meu colega hesitou&lt;br /&gt; e nas sujas águas mergulhou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ficando de pernas para o ar&lt;br /&gt; no lodo sua cabeça foi enterrar&lt;br /&gt; então eu fiquei a rir&lt;br /&gt; mas com receio dali sair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lá tive que o ajudar&lt;br /&gt; e com um croque o puxar&lt;br /&gt; saindo com lodo escorrendo&lt;br /&gt; e uma lição aprendendo.&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S5tZ-VVRmRI/AAAAAAAAP0Y/dzq8J7fVg4g/s1600-h/ofnavaisanos60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 524px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 322px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448047101647886610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S5tZ-VVRmRI/AAAAAAAAP0Y/dzq8J7fVg4g/s400/ofnavaisanos60.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi, nesta doca de D.Carlos I, que os factos narrados se passaram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S5taDAyf-jI/AAAAAAAAP0g/EWgAvzA_r1o/s72-c/EJbox-17-24L-Web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-9087691089415742634</id><published>2010-03-13T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T01:16:43.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DACTILOGRAFO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S5tXlWw0mGI/AAAAAAAAP0Q/ipZuPLj_QUA/s1600-h/scan0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448044473511876706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S5tXlWw0mGI/AAAAAAAAP0Q/ipZuPLj_QUA/s400/scan0015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do frete corrido escorraçado&lt;br /&gt;e na  Marinha fui colocado&lt;br /&gt;na contabilidade trabalhei&lt;br /&gt;da poliícia não me afastei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E farda sempre envergando&lt;br /&gt;por lá fiquei dactilografando&lt;br /&gt;e outros serviços fazendo&lt;br /&gt;contabilidade e pagamentos exercendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anos por lá permaneci&lt;br /&gt;não me deixavam ir embarcar,&lt;br /&gt;por isso muito perdi&lt;br /&gt;e a carreira congelar.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;Assim estava regulado,&lt;br /&gt;três anos no posto ter feito&lt;br /&gt;e um ano embarcado&lt;br /&gt;assim cumpria o perceito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por fim lá fui embarcar&lt;br /&gt;mas andava malfadado,&lt;br /&gt;tirocinio não cheguei acabar&lt;br /&gt;por agentes mais velhos terem reclamado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era a eles que competia&lt;br /&gt;seu tirocinio efectuar,&lt;br /&gt;voltei para a secretaria&lt;br /&gt;e na contabiliadade de novo fui ficar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao concurso não pode ir&lt;br /&gt;por me faltar tempo de embarque&lt;br /&gt;fui no concurso a seguir,&lt;br /&gt;e ganhei esse combate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             &lt;br /&gt; Por todos era invejado&lt;br /&gt; pela cultura e pelo saber,&lt;br /&gt; por isso fui sacrificado&lt;br /&gt; e tudo me mandavam fazer.&lt;br /&gt;                             &lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 624px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 381px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448044284565298690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S5tXaW4cngI/AAAAAAAAP0I/v1cC0D9e1jE/s400/scan0014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-9087691089415742634?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/9087691089415742634/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2010/03/dactilografo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/9087691089415742634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/9087691089415742634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2010/03/dactilografo.html' title='DACTILOGRAFO'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S5tXlWw0mGI/AAAAAAAAP0Q/ipZuPLj_QUA/s72-c/scan0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-4395095381292232589</id><published>2010-03-13T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T01:36:12.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INCIDENTE NO RESTAURANTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S5tTrle2E8I/AAAAAAAAP0A/4pGoyxenvLs/s1600-h/nickelplated-blank-revolver.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Numa noite encontrando-me a rondar&lt;br /&gt;e necessitando jantar,&lt;br /&gt;para o restaurante Imperador segui,&lt;br /&gt;e lá então escolhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qualquer coisa para comer&lt;br /&gt;e um café para beber.&lt;br /&gt;Foi quando vi dois indivíduos entrar,&lt;br /&gt;e numa mesa ao lado se sentar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como polícia era a minha profissão,&lt;br /&gt;sobre eles recaiu minha suspeisão,&lt;br /&gt;e não me haveria de enganar,&lt;br /&gt;pois pouco depois vi chegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um grupo com facas empunhadas,&lt;br /&gt;grandes e bem afiadas,&lt;br /&gt;e para tais os dois se dirigiu,&lt;br /&gt;e logo, sem aviso, golpadas desferiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tive então que atuar,&lt;br /&gt;e lhes dei ordem para a agressão acabar,&lt;br /&gt;e como polícia me identificando,&lt;br /&gt;mas minha ordem não acatando,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um tiro para o ar tive que disparar,&lt;br /&gt;para as agressões acabar.&lt;br /&gt;Foi então que um tentou me agredir,&lt;br /&gt;e um tiro tive que desferir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bala numa perna o foi alvejar&lt;br /&gt;ficando logo a sangrar,&lt;br /&gt;e no chão ficou prostrado.&lt;br /&gt;Só deste modo a agressão tinha acabado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os facalhões fui recolher,&lt;br /&gt;todos tiveram que obedecer,&lt;br /&gt;e no chão ficaram deitados,&lt;br /&gt;muito quietos e comportados,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pouco depois a polícia compareceu,&lt;br /&gt;o ferido numa ambulância meteu,&lt;br /&gt;os outros ela algemou&lt;br /&gt;e numa carrinha os colocou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu, ao comando fui telefonar&lt;br /&gt;para tudo lhe contar.&lt;br /&gt;Depois, a conta paguei e calmamente saí,&lt;br /&gt;e para a Esquadra 1 me dirigi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá chegando, com o comissário falei,&lt;br /&gt;E auto eu datilografei,&lt;br /&gt;narrando tudo o que se tinha passado,&lt;br /&gt;e os tiros que tinha disparado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As cadeiras tive que selar,&lt;br /&gt;as facas embrulhar,&lt;br /&gt;e ao auto todo juntar,&lt;br /&gt;para no tribunal entregar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O juiz julgamento não efetuou,&lt;br /&gt;e em prisão preventiva os colocou.&lt;br /&gt;Só meses passados,&lt;br /&gt;foram então julgados e condenados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por as seitas pertencerem,&lt;br /&gt;e pena mais leve não merecerem,&lt;br /&gt;por três anos ficaram encarcerados,&lt;br /&gt;e depois para a China recambiados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-4395095381292232589?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/4395095381292232589/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2010/03/incidente-no-restaurante.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/4395095381292232589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/4395095381292232589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2010/03/incidente-no-restaurante.html' title='INCIDENTE NO RESTAURANTE'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-287478752439757175</id><published>2010-03-12T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T03:30:35.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>INSTRUÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S5olx3v8qQI/AAAAAAAAPx4/cvRk6MBB344/s1600-h/scan0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447708237966911746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S5olx3v8qQI/AAAAAAAAPx4/cvRk6MBB344/s400/scan0011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pensava ir encontrar&lt;br /&gt;uma coorporação a valer,&lt;br /&gt;e boa intrução ie levar&lt;br /&gt;por à Marinha pertencer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Polícia Marítima e Fiscal&lt;br /&gt;muitas missões desempenhava,&lt;br /&gt;tinha o seu trem naval&lt;br /&gt;e mercadorias fiscalizava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os postos fronteiriços controlava&lt;br /&gt;era mais uma da sua missão,&lt;br /&gt;a orla maritima patrulhava&lt;br /&gt;e os estaleiros e navios em construção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas havia de falta de meios e coordenação&lt;br /&gt;e instrução não nos foi ministrada,&lt;br /&gt;tivémos sim o RDM na mão&lt;br /&gt;e a lição estava ensinada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordem unida essa fizémos,&lt;br /&gt;andando uma horas a marchar&lt;br /&gt;foi só isso o que soubemos&lt;br /&gt;e nos postos agentes acompanhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu para o mar fui destacado&lt;br /&gt;numa velha vedeta embarquei,&lt;br /&gt;andei quase sempre enjoado&lt;br /&gt;os dias que por lá passei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parca foi a aprendizagem&lt;br /&gt;nada me sendo ensinado,&lt;br /&gt;ao convéns fazia lavagem&lt;br /&gt;a isso era obrigado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De madrugada de quarto ficava&lt;br /&gt;sózinho lá no convéns,&lt;br /&gt;o pessoal esse dormitava&lt;br /&gt;e eu vendo o luar e as marés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma semana por lá andei&lt;br /&gt;muitos disparates cometi,&lt;br /&gt;pois uma noite numa escotilha me senti&lt;br /&gt;e os vidros então parti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O patrão já chateado,&lt;br /&gt;esse velho lobo do mar&lt;br /&gt;não me quis mais embarcado&lt;br /&gt;e eu ao Comandante foi contar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para o Posto Fiscal fui aprende&lt;br /&gt;como se procedia à fiscalização,&lt;br /&gt;mas deu logo para entender&lt;br /&gt;não me querem dar formação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um agente de primeira acompanhava&lt;br /&gt;vendo como procedia,&lt;br /&gt;eu para ele só estrovava&lt;br /&gt;vendo o dinheiro que recebia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Findava assim a lição&lt;br /&gt;e para lá não mais voltei,&lt;br /&gt;foi esta a instrução&lt;br /&gt;e segundo o comando preparado fiquei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se pouco ou nada sabia&lt;br /&gt;nada mais fiquei a saber,&lt;br /&gt;fui então para a secretaria&lt;br /&gt;por do frete corrido entender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447706952385287490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S5oknClZ1UI/AAAAAAAAPxw/lrVP02HkmsA/s400/Picture+375+m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-287478752439757175?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/287478752439757175/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2010/03/instrucao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/287478752439757175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/287478752439757175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2010/03/instrucao.html' title='INSTRUÇÃO'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S5olx3v8qQI/AAAAAAAAPx4/cvRk6MBB344/s72-c/scan0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-374051604135515758</id><published>2010-02-23T00:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T00:05:57.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TUFÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S4OL-h4FnHI/AAAAAAAAPP0/jXnTjrtJOQY/s1600-h/2305_8523b66e-2662-4414-aed4-0f09ac16e474%24%24BE0A1753-EFD7-4D57-A25C-D463618074C6%24%24E9B0D9A2-7994-4229-9DB5-5B5A9BE2B1A8%24%24ImgNewsDestaquePrincipal%24%24pt%24%241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 508px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 346px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441346681155460210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S4OL-h4FnHI/AAAAAAAAPP0/jXnTjrtJOQY/s400/2305_8523b66e-2662-4414-aed4-0f09ac16e474%24%24BE0A1753-EFD7-4D57-A25C-D463618074C6%24%24E9B0D9A2-7994-4229-9DB5-5B5A9BE2B1A8%24%24ImgNewsDestaquePrincipal%24%24pt%24%241.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sente-se a pressão&lt;br /&gt;Veêm-se libelinhas a voar&lt;br /&gt;As águas do mar ficam mais quentes&lt;br /&gt;e o calor é de sofucar&lt;br /&gt;tudo isto é o perludio&lt;br /&gt;de um tufão para chegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os barcos ao porto regressam&lt;br /&gt;e lá no alto nos mastros das fortalezas&lt;br /&gt;o sinal 1 está içado&lt;br /&gt;o tufão está para chegar&lt;br /&gt;Nos mares do sul da China está&lt;br /&gt;E ruma lentamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelas Filipinas já passou&lt;br /&gt;mortes e inundações causou,&lt;br /&gt; foram prejuízos sem par,&lt;br /&gt; já tem nome é o Ruth&lt;br /&gt;vai-se fortalecendo.&lt;br /&gt; e, em direcção a Macau vem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproxima-se, as árvores e as águas&lt;br /&gt;disso dão já sinal&lt;br /&gt;o sinal foi alterado&lt;br /&gt;agora o número 3 está içado.&lt;br /&gt;as carreiras de navios são suspensas.&lt;br /&gt;as escolas encerrada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avisos na rádio e televisão são transmitidos&lt;br /&gt;para a população se precaver&lt;br /&gt;fechar bem as janelas&lt;br /&gt;desemtupir os canos&lt;br /&gt;retirar os vasos das varandas&lt;br /&gt;cuidados com as tabuletas de anúncios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não saiam à rua&lt;br /&gt;e veriquem as antenas de televisão&lt;br /&gt;e tudo o que possa à rua cair&lt;br /&gt;as águas do mar as muralhas vão galgando&lt;br /&gt;a velha ponte ao trafégo é fechada&lt;br /&gt;já não à circulação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os autocarros já pararam&lt;br /&gt;táxis ainda se vêm&lt;br /&gt;mas são poucos os que se aventuram&lt;br /&gt;pelas ruas circular&lt;br /&gt;serviços públicos encerram&lt;br /&gt;chuva torrencial já cai&lt;br /&gt;As ruas ficam desertas&lt;br /&gt;o sinal 8 foi içado&lt;br /&gt;os ventos sopram cada vez mais fortes&lt;br /&gt;com rajadas de 100 kms/hora&lt;br /&gt;policias de prevensão ficam&lt;br /&gt;a defesa é acionada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vento esse sopra cada vez mais forte&lt;br /&gt;grandes e velhas árvores não resistem&lt;br /&gt;e por terra caem&lt;br /&gt;barracas sem tecto ficam&lt;br /&gt;e no ar suas folhas de zinco esvoaçam&lt;br /&gt;postes de electricidade e seus fios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ao chão vem parar&lt;br /&gt;casas sao inundadas&lt;br /&gt;é o tufão a passar&lt;br /&gt;no mar ondas altaneiras se formam&lt;br /&gt;e barcos ao fundo vão&lt;br /&gt;a tempestade tudo arrasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São tabuletas que caem&lt;br /&gt;andaimes de bambu ao chão são lançados&lt;br /&gt;e o vento esse cada vez aumenta mais&lt;br /&gt;a escuridão e as intensas chuvas são por demais&lt;br /&gt;o sinal 10 é içado&lt;br /&gt;o centro do tufão esta passando por Macau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estradas são cortadas&lt;br /&gt;inundações nem se contam tantas são elas&lt;br /&gt;e por todo o lado&lt;br /&gt;vidros das janelas estilhaçam&lt;br /&gt;é o tufão a passar&lt;br /&gt;tudo fica tombado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo fica inundado&lt;br /&gt;e o vento forte parece uivar&lt;br /&gt;e leva ainda algum tempo para se afastar&lt;br /&gt;até o continente atingir&lt;br /&gt;depois de lá chegar seu rasto ainda afecta&lt;br /&gt;e seus ventos se fazem sentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas em sua rota a força vai perdendo&lt;br /&gt;e as chuvas parecem acalmar&lt;br /&gt;o vento deixou de rugir&lt;br /&gt;e o sinal 10 é substituido pelo 3&lt;br /&gt;é hora de contabilizar os prejuízos&lt;br /&gt;os estragos causados&lt;br /&gt;de remover as árvores&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;Retirar os lixos&lt;br /&gt;a defesa civil actua&lt;br /&gt;é uma tarefa titânica&lt;br /&gt;para tudo ao normal voltar&lt;br /&gt;a população sai a rua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e logo se apercebe&lt;br /&gt;da desgraça que ocorreu&lt;br /&gt;foram muitos os prejuízos&lt;br /&gt;algumas pessoas morreram&lt;br /&gt;é a época das monções&lt;br /&gt;que anualmente os tufões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macau vêm asolar, que tudo arrastam,&lt;br /&gt;que tudo levam consigo,&lt;br /&gt;por tudo eu passei&lt;br /&gt;quer em terra quer no mar,&lt;br /&gt;trazem sempre grande perigo&lt;br /&gt;são os tufões a passar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S4OL5VwD2hI/AAAAAAAAPPs/SsNcfUbaec4/s1600-h/mapatufao.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 484px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 342px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441346592001219090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S4OL5VwD2hI/AAAAAAAAPPs/SsNcfUbaec4/s400/mapatufao.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-374051604135515758?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/374051604135515758/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2010/02/mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/374051604135515758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/374051604135515758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2010/02/mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.html' title='TUFÃO'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S4OL-h4FnHI/AAAAAAAAPP0/jXnTjrtJOQY/s72-c/2305_8523b66e-2662-4414-aed4-0f09ac16e474%24%24BE0A1753-EFD7-4D57-A25C-D463618074C6%24%24E9B0D9A2-7994-4229-9DB5-5B5A9BE2B1A8%24%24ImgNewsDestaquePrincipal%24%24pt%24%241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-220311644682067672</id><published>2010-02-22T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T19:40:21.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>INVEJA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S4NNhLizIyI/AAAAAAAAPPU/kE7ltLHccas/s1600-h/Picture596_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 598px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 425px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441278007223460642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S4NNhLizIyI/AAAAAAAAPPU/kE7ltLHccas/s400/Picture596_002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A inveja é um sentimento de aversão,&lt;br /&gt;um dos 7 pecados mortais&lt;br /&gt;é uma reactiva formação&lt;br /&gt;contra os mais fortes e os demais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um sentimento gerado&lt;br /&gt;Pela soberba e pelo egocentrismo&lt;br /&gt;com um fim acorvardado&lt;br /&gt;de disputa do poder pelo canalhismo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;os atributos dos outros almejando&lt;br /&gt;já que só por si o não conseguem&lt;br /&gt;por sua intelectualidade os estar limitando&lt;br /&gt;e a invenja para eles convergem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma vontade frustrada&lt;br /&gt;de possuir as qualidades de um outro ser,&lt;br /&gt;sendo cobiçada e muitas vezes tirada&lt;br /&gt;inveja é invidere, não ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o invejoso, não suporta&lt;br /&gt;que outrem seja melhor,&lt;br /&gt;e então assim se comporta&lt;br /&gt;mostando sua indole no seu pior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temos que ser talvez mediocres&lt;br /&gt;visto que, cada bela impressão que causamos&lt;br /&gt;perdemos as nossas virtudes,&lt;br /&gt;e novos inimigos conquistamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quão doce é o louvor e a justa glória&lt;br /&gt;Dos próprios feitos, quando são soados!&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer nobre trabalha que em memória&lt;br /&gt;Vença ou iguale os grandes já passados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As invejas da ilustre e alheia história&lt;br /&gt;Fazem mil vezes feitos sublimados.&lt;br /&gt;Quem valerosas obras exercita,&lt;br /&gt;Louvor alheio muito esperta e incita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lusíadas, Canto V,92)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S4NNVQdArOI/AAAAAAAAPPM/oZiCqZmlIwM/s1600-h/KOK+CHAN+RESORTE+JUNTO+PISCINA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 528px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 448px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441277802382929122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S4NNVQdArOI/AAAAAAAAPPM/oZiCqZmlIwM/s400/KOK+CHAN+RESORTE+JUNTO+PISCINA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-220311644682067672?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/220311644682067672/comments/default' title='Enviar 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S4NNhLizIyI/AAAAAAAAPPU/kE7ltLHccas/s72-c/Picture596_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-8408119551554432037</id><published>2010-01-09T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T01:01:44.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O DESPONTAR DA AURORA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.glimboo.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Paisagens" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/paisagens/0448.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glimboo.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vislumbra-se ao longe a aurora,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A noite se despedindo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anunciando nessa hora,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que o sol está quase surgindo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Belo é o despontar da aurora,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Com o céu todo colorido,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um espetáculo,essa hora,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em que o céu se vê despido,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Da noite que foi embora,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pra luz do sol com seu brilho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Numa linda melodia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chegar anunciando o dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E os pássaros revoando,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nessa aquarela de cor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saem em bandos gorjeando,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saudando a Natureza,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Com tão natural beleza,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Louvando ao seu Criador.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rosamaro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poema em homenagem à ilustre poetisa ROSAURO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glimboo.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-8408119551554432037?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/8408119551554432037/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-despontar-da-aurora.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/8408119551554432037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/8408119551554432037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-despontar-da-aurora.html' title='O DESPONTAR DA AURORA'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-5004108054112146692</id><published>2010-01-04T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T04:05:51.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PELOTAS - CIDADE GAUCHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S0HYsnzaaLI/AAAAAAAANkk/xmEUyIIWru4/s1600-h/800px-HotelManta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 502px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422853687441254578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S0HYsnzaaLI/AAAAAAAANkk/xmEUyIIWru4/s400/800px-HotelManta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelotas doce cidade&lt;br /&gt;onde o sol é mais azul,&lt;br /&gt;é linda, tem qualidade,&lt;br /&gt;sendo a Princesa do Sul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das terras do Lago dos Patos nasceu,&lt;br /&gt;Quando em 1758, o Conde de Bambadela,&lt;br /&gt;ao Coronel Thomáz Luiz Osório ofereceu,&lt;br /&gt;essa vasta e bela parcela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;José Pinto Martins, do Ceará,&lt;br /&gt;para lá se mudou&lt;br /&gt;em 1870 e a história de Pelotas começará&lt;br /&gt;com a Charqueada que fundou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os indíos do Charco já as conheciam&lt;br /&gt;mas, nomadas eram e as não habitaram,&lt;br /&gt;as indústrias do charque nasceriam&lt;br /&gt;e outras gentes para lá se mudaram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capela a São Francisco de Paula foi erguida&lt;br /&gt;Onde hoje, centro da cidade é&lt;br /&gt;Lá, muitos portugueses recomeçaram sua vida&lt;br /&gt;Bem como alguns adeptos de Maomé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelotas, ao Rio Grande do Sul pertence&lt;br /&gt;Em 1835 da vila passou a cidade&lt;br /&gt;Para orgulho de sua gente&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo em alegria e prosperidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terra de pessegueiros e arrozais&lt;br /&gt;sendo gauchos seus habitantes&lt;br /&gt;pessoas trabalhadoras e leais&lt;br /&gt;para o país são importantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelotas nome de embarcação&lt;br /&gt;De varas de corticeira forrada de couro&lt;br /&gt;Usada nos tempos de antão&lt;br /&gt;Época das charqueadas, valendo como ouro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S0HYl8QrwkI/AAAAAAAANkc/Au3lC8h0I7M/s1600-h/cenario_pelota-desenho3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 535px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422853572673651266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S0HYl8QrwkI/AAAAAAAANkc/Au3lC8h0I7M/s400/cenario_pelota-desenho3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ure2U5OF_dM&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ure2U5OF_dM&amp;hl=pt_PT&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/5880964760424704556-5004108054112146692?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/5004108054112146692/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2010/01/pelotas-cidade-gaucha.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/5004108054112146692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/5004108054112146692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2010/01/pelotas-cidade-gaucha.html' title='PELOTAS - CIDADE GAUCHA'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/S0HYsnzaaLI/AAAAAAAANkk/xmEUyIIWru4/s72-c/800px-HotelManta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-1047579203614173583</id><published>2010-01-01T20:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T20:24:36.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUANDO O POETA PENSA E CHORA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.glimboo.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Pensamentos" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/pensamentos/0131.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sou o Sol,&lt;br /&gt;tão pouco um planeta&lt;br /&gt;sou um ser humano, não lesma ou caracol&lt;br /&gt;que tem por nome Cambeta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que, neste jardim que é vida&lt;br /&gt;luz vai sempre irradiando&lt;br /&gt;tendo uma alma sempre querida&lt;br /&gt;a todos vai amando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste já velho e cansado coração&lt;br /&gt;mora a honestidade e amor&lt;br /&gt;e vai vivendo seus dias com paixão&lt;br /&gt;por vontade de Deus Nosso Senhor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta parca luz, que de mim irradia&lt;br /&gt;limpa as tervas para a luz&lt;br /&gt;tornando a noite em pleno dia&lt;br /&gt;à qual o amor seduz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sz7INjF87RI/AAAAAAAANbE/s0CuCHUSJ3o/s1600-h/Picture+519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 522px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 412px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421991136484715794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sz7INjF87RI/AAAAAAAANbE/s0CuCHUSJ3o/s400/Picture+519.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o poeta chora&lt;br /&gt;As estrelas se calam&lt;br /&gt;A lua se esconde sem graça&lt;br /&gt;As rosas não exalam aromas&lt;br /&gt;O mar espraia suas águas&lt;br /&gt;As rimas se aquietam&lt;br /&gt;Nos dicionários dobrados&lt;br /&gt;Letras pacientes esperando&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas viajarem nos ventos&lt;br /&gt;O peito pando navegando&lt;br /&gt;Em sopros mornos de lamentos&lt;br /&gt;Quando o poeta chora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antonio Miranda Fernandes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sz7H5tQ9f_I/AAAAAAAANa8/vyPsV0PhL3w/s1600-h/Picture+267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 528px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 427px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421990795617861618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sz7H5tQ9f_I/AAAAAAAANa8/vyPsV0PhL3w/s400/Picture+267.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mas, mesmo chorando o poeta, o Sol, esse Astro-Rei, todos os dias nos vêm iluminar, apagando em nós as tristezas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-1047579203614173583?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sz7INjF87RI/AAAAAAAANbE/s0CuCHUSJ3o/s72-c/Picture+519.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-8182481944867994740</id><published>2009-12-31T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T18:36:49.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JÁ ENTROU O NOVO ANO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.glimboo.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Pensamentos" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/pensamentos/0047.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Haja paz, haja alegria,&lt;br /&gt;Já começou um ano novo,&lt;br /&gt;Haja muita poesia&lt;br /&gt;Na alma do nosso povo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Desde o Sul até ao Norte&lt;br /&gt;Vamos todos caminhar&lt;br /&gt;Por essa estrada da sorte&lt;br /&gt;Doze meses sem parar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tenho plena convicção&lt;br /&gt;Que este ano dois mil e oito&lt;br /&gt;Não terá para a Nação&lt;br /&gt;O sabor de um biscoito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Não sustentem ideias falsas&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu, até pressinto,&lt;br /&gt;Para não perder as calças&lt;br /&gt;Temos que apertar o cinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cada vez mais baralhado&lt;br /&gt;O povo até se acostuma&lt;br /&gt;Mas o Zé, esse coitado,&lt;br /&gt;Não acha graça nenhuma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ao Cantinho da Poesia&lt;br /&gt;Mando a minha saudação,&lt;br /&gt;Doze meses de alegria,&lt;br /&gt;Muito amor no coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mesmo que o ano seja rude&lt;br /&gt;E nos traga algum transtorno,&lt;br /&gt;Que Deus nos dê muita saúde&lt;br /&gt;Alegria... e coza o forno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;RAMA LYON &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-8182481944867994740?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/8182481944867994740/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/12/haja-paz-haja-alegria-ja-comecou-um-ano.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/8182481944867994740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/8182481944867994740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/12/haja-paz-haja-alegria-ja-comecou-um-ano.html' title='JÁ ENTROU O NOVO ANO'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-7055366975032664903</id><published>2009-12-28T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T00:29:38.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ÁNO VÊLO, ÁNO NÔVO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.glimboo.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Orientais" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/orientais/0016.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unga áno intremente ta sai,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lôgomente otrunga ta goelá.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Áno vêlo tá virá costa vai,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Áno nôvo qui azinha ta intrá.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vida azinha-azinha corê,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sã dia co mêz ligéro passá.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gente antigo, susto di morê,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pensá qui Mundo ta perto cavá.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pôde vai co diabo, bicho traquino,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Áno oitênta quatro savanado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lembrá rabixá um-cento mufino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pa azinha aguá co vôs juntado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olá êle batê asa aguá,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nôs sintí qui mundo nádi saiám;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo pauchong qui gente lô quimá,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sã pa mundo nom têm consumiçám&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quim tá ánsia vai savaná azar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quim ta sacudi vento-suzo mau;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ancuza galado, pinchá na mar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pa tirá saván di nôsso Macau&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Áno vêlo, vôs bêm di buliçoso,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já buli co nôs na estunga vânda.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vôs já ficá unchindo mapeçoso,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sã merecê Chaca-sa sarabânda.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calistro, ispalhá fome na mundo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trazê qui tânto lágri di margura.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esperánça di bom dia já vai fundo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inguiçado pa um-cento diabura.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qui di ódio crecê na coraçám&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Di gente qui vivo dizesperado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na unga mundo fêto di vilám,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Co assi tánto pobre iscravizado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nhu-nhum ta rico querê más riquéza,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nom-têm fim de olá saco inchido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gente pobre sã morê na pobrêza,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cavá passá su vida consumido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tánto inocente onçôm pagá&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pecado di nhu-nhum dismazelado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qui vêlo, qui quiança já definhá,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na casa-casa qui nom-têm telado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Áno nôvo, lembrá trazê bom vento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pa pôde suprá mufinaze vai.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nunca-bom intrá co pê azarento,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pa fazê mundo tropeçá pê cai.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vêm co paz pa nôsso gente sofrido;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pa quim fome, ne-bom isquecê pám,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vêm co frescura di jardim florido,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vêm co amôr pa tudo coraçâm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pa tud'alma qui ta vivo na treva,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sandê unchinho di luz pa lumiá.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pa tudo coraçám qui sã ta reva,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vêm passá páno mimoso limpá.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Co graça di Céu, vôs vêm raganhado,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pa ispaliá amôr, paz co bondade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vêm filiz, ficá justo, abençoado,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pa tudo coraçám di bô vontade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Poema em Pátua de José Ferreira dos Santos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-7055366975032664903?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/7055366975032664903/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/12/ano-velo-ano-novo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/7055366975032664903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/7055366975032664903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/12/ano-velo-ano-novo.html' title='ÁNO VÊLO, ÁNO NÔVO'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-5213962129950674116</id><published>2009-12-23T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T01:40:22.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NATAL SINGULAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SzIoZRRyzWI/AAAAAAAAND0/VNlEY9f7-DA/s1600-h/Picture+719.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na plenitude dos tempos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;concebeu o inconcebível&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;à mente humana!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em seu ventre virgem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Deus de todos os mundos e universos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desceu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tomando forma real&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;plena, no homem que criou e formou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;à sua própria imagem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;História inexplicável à finitude&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de nossas mentes tão limitadas!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Santidade e Amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Causas primárias nos Céus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de alcance universal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arquitectou e planeou o impensável.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deus filho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em oferta voluntária.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Despojado de Sua Glória&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em entrega total de obediência sublime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para a reconstrução do Homem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;à sua posição inicial&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a que O Senhor o votou.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De comunhão intima com Deus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E Sua própria imagem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estrelas cantaram unidas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cânticos de júbilo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na revelação de&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabedoria e Amor Celestial&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;à Terra!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anjos santos de coral glorioso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entoaram, qual diapasão harmónico,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orquestral.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A sinfonia de Paz aos homens.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao coração angustiado, perturbado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pela quebra da sintonia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deus e Homem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no Éden.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Paraíso perdido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;estava agora ao alcance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acessível a todas as gentes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que se interrogam na busca da satisfação&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ao seu vazio interior.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- A Luz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- A Vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- O Amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corporizou-se... Deus em Seu filho Jesus Cristo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chegou e realizou tudo quanto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em sua soberana vontade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;planeada antes de todos os tempos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já havia efectuado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na plenitude de nova dispensação.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Deus enviou seu Filho nascido de mulher"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a fim de remir do mal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e recebermos a adopção de filhos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aquele que O aceitar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem discriminação! Qualquer!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Céu desceu, ficou tão perto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que se pode tocar e agarrar pela fé&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando o Deus - conosco - Emanuel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Seu Natal singular&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;veio no poder do Espírito Santo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e cada coração que O ama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e recebe, para sempre...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ficar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poema este extraído do livro JARDIM REGADO da poetisa Cremilde Cambeta, que no Reino dos Céus e junto de Desus estará.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SzIlOWBkzII/AAAAAAAANDs/ccnwaFyByr4/s1600-h/Picture+705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418434230040710274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SzIlOWBkzII/AAAAAAAANDs/ccnwaFyByr4/s400/Picture+705.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O articulista, em Macau, junto a um presépio junto de sua residência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-5213962129950674116?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/5213962129950674116/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/12/natal-singular.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/5213962129950674116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/5213962129950674116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/12/natal-singular.html' title='NATAL SINGULAR'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SzIlOWBkzII/AAAAAAAANDs/ccnwaFyByr4/s72-c/Picture+705.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-1763444854248863241</id><published>2009-12-22T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T01:39:14.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FELIZ NATAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glimboo.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desejo todos os leitores desta parco blog, que passem um Santo e Feliz Natal, que o Novo Ano vos traga as maiores venturas, paz e amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glimboo.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-1763444854248863241?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/1763444854248863241/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/1763444854248863241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/1763444854248863241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='FELIZ NATAL'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-3243092017388359397</id><published>2009-12-22T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T03:07:28.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glimboo.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Paz" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/paz/0022.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes, tantas são as portas fechadas,&lt;br /&gt;tão obscuros os caminhos,&lt;br /&gt;que só por obediência é que vivo.&lt;br /&gt;E quando consigo avançar,&lt;br /&gt;se me perguntam onde estive,&lt;br /&gt;respondo que estive crescendo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivências aduaneiras,&lt;br /&gt;cores mal combinadas,&lt;br /&gt;abraços duros,&lt;br /&gt;ódios maduros,&lt;br /&gt;cacos de vidro nos muros,&lt;br /&gt;lanço tudo no claro,&lt;br /&gt;no saco plástico do avião,&lt;br /&gt;na ponta da cruz suástica,&lt;br /&gt;que vai rodar até virar hélice!...&lt;br /&gt;E me contratar para o contrário de guerra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, o homem vai saber&lt;br /&gt;passar tudo de bom para o outro,&lt;br /&gt;só com os olhos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À minha estimada Amiga e Ilustre Poetisa EUNA BRITTO DE OLIVEIRA, o meu muito obrigado, pela sua gentileza e carinho e me ter ofertado seu maravilhoso livro de poemas "TRILHOS" do qual copilei este belo poema sobre a Paz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-3243092017388359397?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/3243092017388359397/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/12/paz.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/3243092017388359397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/3243092017388359397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/12/paz.html' title='PAZ'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-2063844167079739676</id><published>2009-12-03T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T01:40:40.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REFLEXÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SxeZBensgPI/AAAAAAAAMbE/K9MDJxzJlhw/s1600-h/reflexao_792675394_46_reflexao.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É sobre as águas do mar serenas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que refletimos e choramos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aliviando as nossas penas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sobre tudo o que amamos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É a vóz triste que sentimos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando só nos encontramos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é o amor pelo qual nos iludimos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na terra que abandonamos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-2063844167079739676?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/2063844167079739676/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/12/reflexao.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/2063844167079739676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/2063844167079739676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/12/reflexao.html' title='REFLEXÃO'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-4001393783041879516</id><published>2009-11-25T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T01:38:52.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FONTE VIVA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.glimboo.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte de água viva&lt;br /&gt;- Divina&lt;br /&gt;-Inesgotável&lt;br /&gt;-Perene&lt;br /&gt;Tocada na Rocha dos séculos.&lt;br /&gt;És Tu Senhor Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Filho de Deus vindo dos céus.&lt;br /&gt;És a fonte!&lt;br /&gt;A Fonte Verdadeira.&lt;br /&gt;De continuidade brotante.&lt;br /&gt;Dessedentas graciosamente&lt;br /&gt;seja quem for o caminhante...&lt;br /&gt;que busca e deseja encontrar&lt;br /&gt;neste mundo desértico, onde matar a sede.&lt;br /&gt;Onde descansar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela jorra na força de toda a energia&lt;br /&gt;primeva da Criação&lt;br /&gt;e refresca orvalhando&lt;br /&gt;os anseios ardentes de aflitivo coração.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez coração perdido em estepes arenosas&lt;br /&gt;sequiosas, sem rumo, sem orientação.&lt;br /&gt;O qual&lt;br /&gt;encontra enfim&lt;br /&gt;só ali&lt;br /&gt;satisfação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;- Manancial de águas vivificadoras&lt;br /&gt;às almas amortecidas, oprimidas...&lt;br /&gt;...pecadoras,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;Dos tristes Consolador&lt;br /&gt;cujos passos no mundo envolvente&lt;br /&gt;absorvente...&lt;br /&gt;jazem no maligno tentador&lt;br /&gt;e se deixam atrair&lt;br /&gt;perdendo em manhãs de céu azul promissor&lt;br /&gt;o seu sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este mundo...&lt;br /&gt;é um mundo pródigo&lt;br /&gt;em ofertas sedutoras.&lt;br /&gt;Cheio de cisternas orladas de policromas flores.&lt;br /&gt;Mas... são cisternas rotas, lodosas&lt;br /&gt;esvaziadas...&lt;br /&gt;e cujas flores, sem aroma,&lt;br /&gt;são plastificadas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus! Fonte Única&lt;br /&gt;Pura, despoluída, cristalina.&lt;br /&gt;Palpitante de selva e poder.&lt;br /&gt;A todos convida:&lt;br /&gt;"Quem tem sede venha a mim e beba"&lt;br /&gt;sem medida...&lt;br /&gt;pois é germinadora de novo ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigo&lt;br /&gt;afadigado que passas a correr&lt;br /&gt;talvez a Seu lado!&lt;br /&gt;Ouve bem o que te digo: - Aceita,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sem o merecer!&lt;br /&gt;Estende a tua mão e diz - como eu fiz -&lt;br /&gt;"Senhor, dá-me agora da Tua água,&lt;br /&gt;dá-me de beber".&lt;br /&gt;Depois, confiando e enfim saciado&lt;br /&gt;poderás para sempre transbordar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transbordar&lt;br /&gt;para a vida eterna.&lt;br /&gt;E verdadeiramente perdoado;&lt;br /&gt;Então,&lt;br /&gt;Viver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema extraído do livro JARDIM REGADO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de Cremilde Cambeta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-3142393912920229688</id><published>2009-11-15T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T01:22:17.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMBETA COZINHEIRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sv_GN7-mR5I/AAAAAAAAL9E/jbqGNKLaEwA/s1600-h/Picture+159.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sv_GN7-mR5I/AAAAAAAAL9E/jbqGNKLaEwA/s320/Picture+159.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mestre de cozinha o Cambetas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nas comidas dá um jeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Com nabos, cenouras e rabanetas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Faz uns pratos bem a perceito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É mestre para todo o pau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E na carninha vai mexendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Até já fez sopa de calhau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para um mendigo ir comendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: 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POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sv_GN7-mR5I/AAAAAAAAL9E/jbqGNKLaEwA/s72-c/Picture+159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-6576399709325290394</id><published>2009-11-07T23:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T17:12:29.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARABÉNS IRMÃO LUÍS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gifsfofo.com/" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" title="Pequenas Mensagens de Agradecimento e Obrigado"&gt;&lt;img alt="carregar imagens" src="http://i266.photobucket.com/albums/ii270/profileglitter/fa9/003.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SvZ23SlKMaI/AAAAAAAALgs/dT03Z08OoXM/s1600-h/scan0010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SvZ23SlKMaI/AAAAAAAALgs/dT03Z08OoXM/s320/scan0010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Salvé dia 8 de Novembro&lt;br /&gt;e meus parabéns quero desejar&lt;br /&gt;a este meu velho irmão que o relembro&lt;br /&gt;e aqui o desejo recordar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre fomos os irmãos mais unidos&lt;br /&gt;ligados por amor e contradição&lt;br /&gt;muitos anos já volvidos,&lt;br /&gt;mas essa amizade permance no coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudosos os tempos em nós&lt;br /&gt;pelas praias e panquedas andavamos&lt;br /&gt;eramos os queridos de novos avós&lt;br /&gt;hoje, bem longe e separados estamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porém, a amizade encurta a distância&lt;br /&gt;quando em nós houver a vontade&lt;br /&gt;de recordamos os tempos de infância&lt;br /&gt;com amor e criatividade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nossa irmandade se vai perdendo&lt;br /&gt;três de nós já Deus os chamou&lt;br /&gt;mas o mais importante é não esquecendo&lt;br /&gt;o amor que existe e se formou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em nossas veias corre sangue de Cambetas&lt;br /&gt;que jamais porderá ser olvidado&lt;br /&gt;passando acima de todas as tormentas&lt;br /&gt;sem mácula de ser adultedado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu, longe me encontre da tua companhia,&lt;br /&gt;porém, em minha&amp;nbsp;mente sente presente estarás&lt;br /&gt;visto que o esquecimento em nada alivia&lt;br /&gt;e o amor por ti sempre terás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que este belo dia, em que 67 flores completas&lt;br /&gt;neste jardim virtuoso da vida&lt;br /&gt;e que hoje e sempre nas horas certas&lt;br /&gt;continues pleno de forças nesta corrida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia, tal como eu, a perderás&lt;br /&gt;mas olha em teu redor&lt;br /&gt;e repararás,&lt;br /&gt;tudo que&amp;nbsp;terás de&amp;nbsp; melhor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teus irmãos, que olvidar não poderás&lt;br /&gt;porque deles, o amor e&amp;nbsp; amizade &lt;br /&gt;sempre terás&lt;br /&gt;porque em nós a irmadande essa permanecerá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SvZ2rwpq8_I/AAAAAAAALgk/NeCfDOpmDKg/s1600-h/scan0014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SvZ2rwpq8_I/AAAAAAAALgk/NeCfDOpmDKg/s320/scan0014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesimbra 1953&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i266.photobucket.com/albums/ii270/profileglitter/fa9/th_003.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-5068812160333113435</id><published>2009-11-04T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T04:55:36.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAFINHA FELIZ ANIVERSÁRIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gifsbyoriza.com/" target="_blank" title="Gifs by Oriza"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee171/recadosanimados-especiais/mmagics/imagens/beijos/kisses42.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Salvé dia 5 de Novembro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dia que uma linda Rosalina anos faz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hoje e sempre eu me lembro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e nem a distância me fará esquecer é capaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tu és para nós uma flôr muito especial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Embora nós estejamos em Macau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e tu nesse nosso belo Portugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e nós&amp;nbsp;por cá ficamos bem nesta nau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se existe algo de belo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;é uma boa e sincera amizade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e aqui presente estou, porque te quero,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;com muito amor e sinceridade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;És uma irmanita muito Querida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que bem jovem te deixei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Neste jardim que é a vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas sempre perto te ti estarei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoje e como sempre, fisicamente estou ausente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nesta data tão querida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas, no pensamento e com amor estou presente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Te desejando muitos anos de vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que hoje e todos dias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Os passes com saúde e amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Junto de quem amas, com muitas alegrias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quer nos momentos felizes quer nos de dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando de nós precisares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estaremos ao teu dispôr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tens aqui os nossos lares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheios de carinho e de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mais um ano se passou, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mais uma flôr colhes deste belo jardim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que nem sempre te mimou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas a vida é mesmo assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bela tu continuas, cheia de vida e de condão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rosalina sempre pura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Com amor no coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Onde a saudade perdura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mais um ano passou, é bem verdade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Com alegria, dor e emoção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recordando dias belos da mocidade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tempos que jamais voltarão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas, o mais importante na vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É nela saber-mos estar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E para ti irmanita Querida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sinceros parabéns te iremos 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-3434964084111052286</id><published>2009-11-04T01:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T01:41:33.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ESTRELA DA MANHÃ - CREMILDE CAMBETA</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SvFwpKBz7BI/AAAAAAAALQ8/B0WTZqPTmJI/s1600-h/1231727627_estrela.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Olhando este céu&lt;br /&gt;na noite escura dos tempos&lt;br /&gt;que mais adensa...&lt;br /&gt;brilha a Estrela que chegou&lt;br /&gt;ao seu povo.&lt;br /&gt;"A Estrela da manhã"&lt;br /&gt;cheia de luz própria.&lt;br /&gt;Resplandecente.&lt;br /&gt;Anunciadora do Sol&lt;br /&gt;que já desfere seus raios de justiça&lt;br /&gt;ao mundo ímpio e entenebrecido&lt;br /&gt;pelo pecado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estrela Única!...&lt;br /&gt;Ela nos é revelada por si mesma:&lt;br /&gt;Jesus glorificado o notificou.&lt;br /&gt;Ele é a Estrela resplandecente.&lt;br /&gt;Estrela da alva que já refulge&lt;br /&gt;na vida daqueles que vivem&lt;br /&gt;ao brilho de seu resplendor.&lt;br /&gt;E porque veio... sejamos centelhas&lt;br /&gt;direccionandas por sua luz radiosa às almas.&lt;br /&gt;-Tocando-as.&lt;br /&gt;-Despertando-as das trevas que as circundam.&lt;br /&gt;-Trevas palpáveis.&lt;br /&gt;- Paralisantes.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eis o caminho que Deus em Jesus Cristo&lt;br /&gt;abriu e chama, hoje... agora...&lt;br /&gt;ecoando neste mundo, alienado d'Ele:&lt;br /&gt;"Eu sou a luz do mundo, quem me segue&lt;br /&gt;não andará em trevas mas terá a luz da vida".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porquê indiferentes?...&lt;br /&gt;É para todos vós.&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi... atendei.&lt;br /&gt;Em aceitar seguindo&lt;br /&gt;está a vossa salvação.&lt;br /&gt;O vosso perdão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Estrela da manhã"&lt;br /&gt;ao espancar a grande noite&lt;br /&gt;de imensas trevas existentes...&lt;br /&gt;Dá lugar ao Nosso Glorioso dia.&lt;br /&gt;Prometido.&lt;br /&gt;Assim:&lt;br /&gt;Dardejando em fogo, na energia de si mesma&lt;br /&gt;como Sol da Justiça virá.&lt;br /&gt;O Sol da Justiça divina&lt;br /&gt;que vai subindo mais&lt;br /&gt;em seu tempo determinado...&lt;br /&gt;até ao zénite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema de Cremilde Cambeta, extraído de seu Livro JARDIM REGADO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Em sua homenagem, e que sua alma esteja junto de Deus nos Reinos dos Céus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="left"&gt;&lt;span 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-3654469362967773197</id><published>2009-10-26T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T05:30:13.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glimboo.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Belas Mulheres" border="0" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/belas_mulheres/0242.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Com minha visão foto tirei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;guardei-a no coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;na mente a revelei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;imagem de minha paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Assim, com amor guardada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o tempo não apagará&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;será minha alma penada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que só a morte levará&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-3654469362967773197?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Ficando então a saber&lt;br /&gt;o nome de toda aquela região&lt;br /&gt;e para jamais me esquecer&lt;br /&gt;fui meditar na praia da Solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indios Carijós eu não vi&lt;br /&gt;quando nadava na Galheta&lt;br /&gt;mas logo me apercebi&lt;br /&gt;que na ilha dos Patos estava cá o Cambeta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora de Santa Catarina chamada&lt;br /&gt;também conhecida pela Ilha da Magia&lt;br /&gt;é uma Floripa encantada&lt;br /&gt;onde vive a Rose Maria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subi ao Morro da Cruz&lt;br /&gt;e de lá, parte da Ilha pude avistar&lt;br /&gt;a lagoa da Conceição que reluz&lt;br /&gt;e o bairro de Santo António de Lisboa fui visitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois mais calmamente&lt;br /&gt;na praia bem Caladinho eu reparei&lt;br /&gt;que a da Gravata era diferente&lt;br /&gt;e por lá repousando fiquei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda estive na Joaquina&lt;br /&gt;e também na Igrejinha&lt;br /&gt;por lá conheci uma menina&lt;br /&gt;e com ela foi uma festinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda a cidade eu percorri&lt;br /&gt;no Pitagueiras fui jantar&lt;br /&gt;tudo era lindo o que vi&lt;br /&gt;e apreciando ricos frutos do mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta maravilhosa cidade&lt;br /&gt;cativiou meu coração&lt;br /&gt;ficando em mim a saudade&lt;br /&gt;na Lagoa da Conceição&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da cidade me despedi&lt;br /&gt;e para Timbó fui rumar&lt;br /&gt;Sâo José, Sâo Bonifácio conheci&lt;br /&gt;e meu amigo Ari fui visitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passeei por Indaíal&lt;br /&gt;e em Blumenau almocei&lt;br /&gt;pensei que estava em Portugal&lt;br /&gt;ou então seria que sonhei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virtualmente se pode pelo mundo viajar&lt;br /&gt;conhecer recantos e monumentos&lt;br /&gt;sem de casa ter que se ausentar&lt;br /&gt;vivendo todos os momentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorei este passeio &lt;br /&gt;que veio enriquecer minha cultura&lt;br /&gt;por lá andei sem receio&lt;br /&gt;andando a sua procura!...&lt;div 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POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SuWGfoaFG8I/AAAAAAAAK5I/yuAMCbWAmgU/s72-c/26387.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-1595962414198635072</id><published>2009-10-24T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T08:06:37.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EU E O SOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SuLrbmwttZI/AAAAAAAAKyQ/Za2I5EvPdDI/s1600-h/CampsBaySunset.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SuLrbmwttZI/AAAAAAAAKyQ/Za2I5EvPdDI/s400/CampsBaySunset.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pequeno mas radiante é o sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;no seu alvorecer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;seus raios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;afastando as trevas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;fazem que, um novo dia nasça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Um novo dia cheio de esperança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;de luz, de fé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;e amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;mas, infelizmente com ele nasce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;nascem as guerras e a morte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;O astro-rei na curvatura do Universo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;vai seguindo enoxoravelmente seu rumo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;por vezes entre densas núvens,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;outras, encobrindo-se no 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;menos densas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;para o luar possa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;compartilhar os seus raios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;com os enamorados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;para que as marés &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;aconteçam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tal como o Sol,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;pequeno e radiante nasci&lt;br 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class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;a sua rotação vai ficando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;inerte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;porém, algures no horizonte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;outro sol nascerá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;mais forte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;mais belo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;mais puro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;para dar continuidade &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ao ciclo da vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O meu Farrobo, minha terra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tantas saudades tenho de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;essas meu coraçao encerra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;desde que daí parti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Velhos locais como é bom recordar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;revendo-me quando criança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hoje, velho devo estar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas nunca perco a esperança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De um dia de novo te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pois Deus meu destino marcou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hei-de ainda te abraçar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;já que bem longe eu estou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quero ouvir essa pedras da calçada,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quero sentir o ar fresco do arvoredo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o sino da Sé com sua badala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e seu som como meu folguedo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recordo com nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;todos esses anos vividos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;porém, lá se&amp;nbsp;vai a alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;perdida nos meus sentidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nas horas tristes, sinto a saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de tudo o que já vivi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;será a fez da verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e foi Deus quem assim o quis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G0cKc7D0iNA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/929841956461010401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/10/ontem-hoje-e-saudade.html' title='ONTEM, HOJE E A SAUDADE'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-102217000712173449</id><published>2009-10-12T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T01:42:07.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O TEMPO ATRÁS NÃO VOLTARÁ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/StMZ5UksdTI/AAAAAAAAKRg/QVsX8bKe-Fc/s1600-h/horloges-07.gif" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/StMZ5UksdTI/AAAAAAAAKRg/QVsX8bKe-Fc/s320/horloges-07.gif" r="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;Portugal esse deixei !...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;mas o tempo para mim não parou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;e na vida continuei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;vivendo amando e cá estou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;As horas, para mim, fazem parte dos dias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;e acumuladas fazem anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;trazendo-nos recordações e saudades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;vivências, amores e desenganos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;O tempo jamais a trás voltará,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;recordo sim o que vivi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;e imensa pena me dá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;daquilo que realizar não consegui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Minhas esperanças não são vãs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;e na vida prosseguindo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;vendo raiar o sol todas as manhãs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;e, embora fraco o caminho sou seguindo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;O passado e o amor são bem iguais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;que nos invadem de nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; quando partem não voltam mais,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;é uma lição de psicologia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Seguindo o eco dos meus passos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;sem ter à espera a saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;vivendo sem seus enlaços&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;é essa a minha vontade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Que o tempo vá prosseguindo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;pois a trás não voltará,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; e eu continue a ouvir o seu batido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;deste coração que cansado já está&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Agora, na terceira idade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;cheia de recordações,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;presiste em ter lugar a saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;cheia de vida e de emoções&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Que Deus me  vá permitindo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;mais uns anitos para viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;já que o tempo volvido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;esse jamais o poderei obter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/StMZoWgu_DI/AAAAAAAAKRY/gRmyltFjPWc/s1600-h/RE+WAT.bmp" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-102217000712173449?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/102217000712173449/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nós os ocidentais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rodeados vivemos de supertições,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;os humanos são todos iguais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;só diferentes nas religiões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em tudo nós acreditamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;desde que fiquemos a ganhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;algo de material que desejamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ou uma doença curar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E tudo o que vem até nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dizemos ser o destino, a sorte ou a azar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;assim diziam nossos avós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e assim irá continuar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Podemos e devemos ter objectivos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tais como pensar, criar e praticar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pois somos humanos e seres vivos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas a matéria é ilusão, que nos quer enganar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoje é muito vulgar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;viver em casa encerrados &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;receosos da insegurança chegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;refletindo temoros inexplicados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quem tem sentimento de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e gratidão dentro do seu ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;esse receio, essa dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;nunca a irão sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tudo é reflexo da mente,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;da cultura ou supertição,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;terão a alma padecente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e sem amor no coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ser praticante é ter fé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ter amor e devoção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não é como S. Tomé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;só vendo e tocando com mão. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Toda a mendicância religiosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tem seu profundo condão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ela é boa e caridosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não interessa qual religião.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ser católico não praticante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ou em Alá não acreditar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não passa de um suplicante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que na vida não sabe estar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saber viver, é acreditar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que algo existe de superior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e nos está a governar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esse É Deus Nosso Senhor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porém, exotismo por cá vou vendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que a todos faz pasmar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;comidas e bebidas aos deuses oferendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e em urnas entrar para orar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Árvores em panos envolvidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não se podem abater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pelos monges são benzidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e sagradas passam a ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/StMLSMvTTfI/AAAAAAAAKQw/HY_VW3LmUHg/s1600-h/untitled+urnas+222222.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/StMLSMvTTfI/AAAAAAAAKQw/HY_VW3LmUHg/s320/untitled+urnas+222222.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-4411301804040895028?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;PELA POESIA ESTAMOS ENLAÇADOS&lt;br /&gt;FAZENDO POEMAS FRAGMENTADOS&lt;br /&gt;QUE&amp;nbsp;NA MENTE SEMPRE ESTÃO&lt;br /&gt;SENDO A &amp;nbsp;LUZ QUE ENTRA NO CORAÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É NOVA LUZ A INSPIRAR&lt;br /&gt;E, EM POEMAS PODER EXPRESSAR&lt;br /&gt;TUDO O QUE NA ALMA SE VAI SENTIDO&lt;br /&gt;AMOR&amp;nbsp;SINCERO E SEMPRE QUERIDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAL COMO AS ÁGUAS SERENAS,&lt;br /&gt;QUE PELO RIACHO VÃO CORRENDO,&lt;br /&gt;ASSIM SÃO&amp;nbsp; NOSSAS PENAS&lt;br /&gt;AMANDO, MAS SEMPRE SOFRENDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFASTAMOS A NOLTAGIA&lt;br /&gt;EM DIAS DE SOLIDÃO,&lt;br /&gt;ESCREVENDO ALGUMA POESIA&lt;br /&gt;DITADA DO CORAÇÃO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASSIM, A MENTE FICA SADIA&lt;br /&gt;E DOS MALES SE VAI&amp;nbsp;LIBERTANDO,&lt;br /&gt;AFASTANDO DE NÓS A AGONIA&lt;br /&gt;E A VIDA, ESSA,&amp;nbsp;SEMPRE AMANDO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-7912166745489843800</id><published>2009-10-12T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T03:39:07.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PARABÉNS MÂE QUERIDA -  11 DE OUTUBRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/StLT1Z_ZEqI/AAAAAAAAKPw/S81WUMqsuW8/s1600-h/%2B_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/StLT1Z_ZEqI/AAAAAAAAKPw/S81WUMqsuW8/s400/%2B_0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ano de 1906 nasceu&lt;br /&gt;na vila do Alandroal,&lt;br /&gt;em 2000 faleceu&lt;br /&gt;o nosso Amor maternal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103 anos hoje farias&lt;br /&gt;se junto de nós te encontrasses&lt;br /&gt;e por certo gostaria&lt;br /&gt;que esta data celebrasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em minha casa, um dia se festejou&lt;br /&gt;essa data tão feliz,&lt;br /&gt;que muito te alegrou&lt;br /&gt;foi Deus que assim o quis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noutra ocasião, no restaurante chinês&lt;br /&gt;essa data foi comemorada&lt;br /&gt;estavamos lá todos os três&lt;br /&gt;filhos e tua filha muito amada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que a Portugal ia&lt;br /&gt;te transmitia todo o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;te levava sempre para onde ia&lt;br /&gt;fizesse frio ou calor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha casa era teu segundo ninho&lt;br /&gt;onde adoravas permanecer&lt;br /&gt;e era sempre com carinho&lt;br /&gt;em meu braços de receber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parti, não mais houve comemorações&lt;br /&gt;longe, mas perto de ti,&lt;br /&gt;pulsavam os corações&lt;br /&gt;recordando essas dadas que vivi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua nora&amp;nbsp; Lourdes, com outra cultura&lt;br /&gt;por ti nutria imenso&amp;nbsp;amor&lt;br /&gt;esposa minha, bela e pura&lt;br /&gt;me dada pelo Criador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu, não a compreendias, por vezes&lt;br /&gt;ou que era natural&lt;br /&gt;é complicado enterder os chineses&lt;br /&gt;quando se vive em Portugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, muitos anos volvidos,&lt;br /&gt;és recordada com amor e admiração&lt;br /&gt;por todos teus filhos queridos&lt;br /&gt;que te trazem no coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/StLZWo5fi5I/AAAAAAAAKP4/zVpVynIHIfo/s1600-h/lembrana+sentida.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/StLZWo5fi5I/AAAAAAAAKP4/zVpVynIHIfo/s400/lembrana+sentida.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/StGXM3kZimI/AAAAAAAAKKo/U5_3EdM0kbU/s320/ibm+espera.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ibernise Maria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É essa a sua Graça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deusa de pura poesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quem português o mundo abraça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seu luar tem o condão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De a todos iluminar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Avastando a escuridão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em sua forma de poetar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É uma Florbela renascida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que em poesia luz vai irradiando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;é uma poetisa estimada e querida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que todos nós vamos amando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É a lua no seu esplendor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Com seu brilho natural&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Transmitindo o seu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quer no Brasil ou em Portugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É uma poetisa excepcional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E por isso tem o condão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De ser simples é natural&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Com amor no coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando se dá o ocaso, o Sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;À Lua dá seu lugar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E vai para Oeste, esse farol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Outros corações iluminar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/StGXVhWUyBI/AAAAAAAAKKw/uPuK7D9nAOc/s1600-h/SOL+E+LUA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/StGXVhWUyBI/AAAAAAAAKKw/uPuK7D9nAOc/s400/SOL+E+LUA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/StGXM3kZimI/AAAAAAAAKKo/U5_3EdM0kbU/s72-c/ibm+espera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-3785217806785580754</id><published>2009-10-08T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T02:59:20.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHEGUEI VI E PARTI !...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Ss230-UIbhI/AAAAAAAAJ8k/W5wh-BoEszQ/s1600-h/VistaGeraldeEvoraa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Ss230-UIbhI/AAAAAAAAJ8k/W5wh-BoEszQ/s400/VistaGeraldeEvoraa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Évora cidade minha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de novo eu aqui estou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;há muito que cá não vinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e muita coisa mudou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meus familiares reencontrei,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;muitas terras percorri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;há muito que me ausentei,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas pertenço sempre a ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alentejo és meu celeiro,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Évora me viu nascer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;para mim é o primeiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nunca te irei esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Portugal está mais belo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e o Alentejo em geral,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nunca eu rompi o elo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;com este belo Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alqueva eu visitei,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aldeia da Luz já não vi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mar imenso contemplei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nas terras que percorri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por Cascais eu passei,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a Fátima eu fui orar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;terras do norte admirei,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;em Vila Boa fui ficar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Outro irmão eu conquistei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;com lealdade e carinho,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;esse não esquecerei,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do grande amigo Agostinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Incansável trabalhador,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tudo ele sabe fazer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a minha dá amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;só tenho que agradecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dentro em breve partirei,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não sei quando voltar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas nunca esquecerei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;amor imenso vou levar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saudades já se alojaram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;neste coração já cansado,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;belos dias se passaram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;já me sinto amargurado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E como todo o português,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tendo por fado o destino,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;irei voltar outra vez,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;esse meu lema, meu hino &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tristes os hei-de deixar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e a Macau regressarei,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no coração os irei levar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vosso amor não esquecerei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Belos dias eu passei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e alegria vos dar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;na casa que sempre amei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e meu amor confortar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tudo mudou é verdade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pena é, nossa mãe já cá não estar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;comigo fica a saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sempre os irei recordar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Casa mais bela encontrei,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e amor de minha irmã,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;com ela sempre comparti-lhei,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;amor de nossa mamã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nesta casa que eu revejo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;todas nossas traquinices,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;um encanto um ensejo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;belos tempos de meninice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anos muitos foram passados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lá longe, muito longe fui ficar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tenho irmãos muito amados,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seu amor irei levar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bem distante ficarei,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas bem perto cá estou,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;outros amores conquistei,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;agora já sou avô.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E por lá irei ficar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no oriente distante,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;terra que me soube amar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sempre linda e fascinante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que um dia vos darei a conhecer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;com todo o amor e carinho,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e, em nossa casa vos receber,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no calor do nosso ninho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tudo vos tenho a agradecer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;podem comigo contar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;por com amor nos receber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e tantas maçadas vos dar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Portugal esse deixei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas o tempo para mim não parou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e na vida continuei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vivendo amando e cá estou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As horas para mim fazem parte dos dias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e acumuladas fazem anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;trazendo-nos recordações e saudades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vivências, amores e desenganos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O tempo jamais a trás voltará,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;recordo sim o que vivi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e imensas saudade me dá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;daquilo que realizar não consegui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Minhas esperanças não são vãs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e na vida prosseguindo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vendo raiar o sol todas as manhãs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e embora fraco o caminho sou seguindo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/10/vim-e-parti.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/3785217806785580754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/3785217806785580754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/10/vim-e-parti.html' title='CHEGUEI VI E PARTI !...'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Ss230-UIbhI/AAAAAAAAJ8k/W5wh-BoEszQ/s72-c/VistaGeraldeEvoraa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-804615924792066117</id><published>2009-10-08T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T02:36:51.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VOU PARTIR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Ss2xgA0YtmI/AAAAAAAAJ8M/9lOQSjO6mu4/s1600-h/jardimparaiso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Ss2xgA0YtmI/AAAAAAAAJ8M/9lOQSjO6mu4/s400/jardimparaiso.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Vou partir, vou para bem longe, vou voar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas como sempre, hei-de voltar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cruzar os céus, uma mais eu irei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e a Deus onipotente pedirei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que os proteja no vosso amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que eu, lá no alto, por onde passar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;olharei o céu e vou recordar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a nossa santa mãe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que, com amor me irá acenar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vou partir vou para longe, vou voar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no coração levo, estou certo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o vosso profundo amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas seja aqui ou lugar incerto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sempre estarei ao vosso dispôr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vou partir, vou para longe, vou voar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e neste mundo, repartindo vou o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que, embora seja pouco ha-se chegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;para coração alegrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E a Deus pedirei com fervor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A todos vós abençoar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dar-vos saúde e amor lhes concedr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que eu, neste pequeno, mas palpitante coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;com saudade e grande amor os irei recordar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vou partir, vou para longe, vou voar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas vós, para sempre irão estar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aqui e em qualquer lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bem dentro deste pequeno e fraco coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;palavras sentidas, amor e solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;deste vosso irrequieto e errante irmão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;VIVER É BELO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-6891102901744746134</id><published>2009-10-07T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T03:49:06.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EVA  IGREJINHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SsxvxUQQ_tI/AAAAAAAAJ48/bw3blhsixY4/s1600-h/ARL-igrejinha.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SsxvxUQQ_tI/AAAAAAAAJ48/bw3blhsixY4/s320/ARL-igrejinha.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Eva foi a primeira mulher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que Deus no mundo criou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;por isso não&amp;nbsp;é qualquer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e o hebraico utilizou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;muitas até são&amp;nbsp;famosas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tal como a Eva Peron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas alentejanas são mais formosas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;são belas e têm dom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;uma, a Igrejinha a viu nascer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nessa terra alentejana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a banda foi pertencer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sempre alegre, sempre afana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seu esposo bombeiro e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;os fogos vai apagando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vidas vai pondo de pé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e sua Eva sempre amando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;com música no coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sua voz faz entoar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pois a Eva tem condão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e a todos alegrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-7965230100370193348</id><published>2009-10-06T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T05:28:23.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NITERÓI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sss2a-7usFI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/ubE7HmTaVRI/s1600-h/POETA_~1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sss2a-7usFI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/ubE7HmTaVRI/s400/POETA_~1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS ÁGUAS ESCONDIDAS DESSE RECANTO&lt;br /&gt;UM DIA QUIS CONHECER&lt;br /&gt;POR SEU BELO E TER ENCANTO&lt;br /&gt;LONGA VIAGEM FOI FAZER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO AEROPORTO GALEÃO DESEMBARQUEI&lt;br /&gt;A PONTE RIO-NITERÓI FUI ATRAVESSAR&lt;br /&gt;NO HOTEL ORIZZONTE ME HOSPEDEI&lt;br /&gt;PASSANDO A NOITE A DESCANSAR,VENDO O MAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BAÍA DE GUANABARA ERA UM REGALO&lt;br /&gt;E EU ALI RECONFORTADO&lt;br /&gt;QUANDO SENTI UM FORTE ABALO&lt;br /&gt;SENDO POR UMA DOZELA ABRAÇADO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEU NOME ROSA MARIA&lt;br /&gt;UMA NITOROIENSE A VALER&lt;br /&gt;ME SERVIU DE AMANTE E GUIA&lt;br /&gt;E TODA A CIDADE CONHECER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E LOGO PARA COMEÇAR&lt;br /&gt;DO SEU ANTONIO DO BACALHAU FOMOS COMER&lt;br /&gt;DEPOIS!... BEM DEPOIS!... DE MUITO FALAR&lt;br /&gt;AMOR ESSE TIVÉMOS QUE FAZER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONHECI ASSIM O PALADAR&lt;br /&gt;DE UMA BAZUCA A VALER&lt;br /&gt;E PARA NUNCA A OLVIDAR&lt;br /&gt;UM CARACOL ME VEIO OFERECER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOMOS ENTÃO PASSEAR, PARA TUDO CONHECER&lt;br /&gt;SANTA CRUZ A FORTALEZA&lt;br /&gt;DE LÁ O CORCOVADO PODEMOS VER&lt;br /&gt;E O MAR E TODA A SUA BELEZA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PELO PARQUE DA CIDADE&lt;br /&gt;DE MÃOS DADAS ANDAMOS&lt;br /&gt;E EM PLENA FELICIDADE&lt;br /&gt;EM BICICLETAS PEDALAMOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S. LOURENÇO DOS INDIOS FOMOS VISITAR&lt;br /&gt;ERA NOSSA OBRIGAÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;A ARARIBÓIA HOMENGEM PRESTAR&lt;br /&gt;PELA SUA GARRA E DETERMINAÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E UMA CIDADE CRIOU TUPI COBRA DA TEMPESTADE&lt;br /&gt;NICTCHEROY ELE FUNDOU&lt;br /&gt;UM INDIO COM SUA ORIGINALIDADE&lt;br /&gt;A CIDADE DO SORRISO CRIOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NA PRAIA DE ITACOATIARA FOMOS NADAR&lt;br /&gt;NESSA BELA E PARADISICA, PEDRA PINTADA&lt;br /&gt;E POR NÃO SABERMOS SURFEJAR&lt;br /&gt;BEBEMOS UMA CACHAÇA FRIA E APANHAMOS A CAMADA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DALI FOMOS JANTAR&lt;br /&gt;E LA SAGRADA FAMILIA FOI O LOCAL&lt;br /&gt;DEPOIS A NOITE FOI PARA DANÇAR&lt;br /&gt;NA CHARITA E NA BOITE VERTICAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOI DANÇA COM CACHAÇA GOSTO COM GOSTO&lt;br /&gt;QUE FEZ ABANAR O COQUEIRO&lt;br /&gt;E COM O VERMELHO NO ROSTO&lt;br /&gt;ME SENTIA TARZAN SEMPRE O PRIMEIRO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAL FOI A CAMARINHA&lt;br /&gt;QUE FOMOS A NOITE PASSAR&lt;br /&gt;NA AREIA BEM FOFINHA&lt;br /&gt;NA PRAIA DE PIRATININGA JUNTO AO MAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AQUELA ROSA MARIA A MIM SE ENTRELAÇOU&lt;br /&gt;E QUANDO O SOL NOS VEIO BEIJAR&lt;br /&gt;NOVA MARÉ ALTA COMEÇOU&lt;br /&gt;E PARA A PRAIA DA BOA VIAGEM FOMOS CAMINHAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.JOÃO BAPTISTA, BASILICA E S.FRANCISCO XAVIER&lt;br /&gt;ESTAS IGREJAS FOMOS VISITAR&lt;br /&gt;E COMO SEMPRE A PEDIDO DA MULHER&lt;br /&gt;AO PADRE BENÇÃO FOMOS SOLICITAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O PALÁCIO ARARIBÓIA VISITAMOS&lt;br /&gt;DA HISTÓRIA DA CIDADE SOUBEMOS&lt;br /&gt;NO TEATRO MUNICIPAL ENTRAMOS&lt;br /&gt;E NO PLAZA SHOPPING COMPRAS FIZÉMOS O MUSEU DE ARTE CONTEMPORÂNEA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NÃO PODERIA DEIXAR DE SER VISITADO&lt;br /&gt;POIS TEM COISA LINDA E BEM BACANA&lt;br /&gt;QUE ATÉ FIQUEI ABISMADO FOMOS AO SOLAR DO JAMBOEIRO&lt;br /&gt;VER SEUS AZULEJOS E SEU TRAÇADO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POIS TUDO NELE É VERDADEIRO&lt;br /&gt;E POR PORTUGUÊS DE RAIZ FOI CRIADO&lt;br /&gt;TODA A CIDADE ANDAMOS&lt;br /&gt;PERCORRENDO TODOS OS RECANTOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E LÁ AO FUNDO AVISTAMOS&lt;br /&gt;CRISTO REI E SEUS ENCANTOS A PONTE RIO NITERÓI ATRAVESSAMOS&lt;br /&gt;VENDO PAISAGENS DE ESPANTAR&lt;br /&gt;E GRATOS POR TUDO FICÁMOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E NO HORIZONTE POSTANDO O OLHAR NESTA MINHA VIRTUAL VIAGEM&lt;br /&gt;E DESTA RISONHA CIDADELEVO COMIGO A MIRAGEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DA MAIOR FATERNIDADE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema dedicado ao meu Grande Amigo Irmão e Ilustre Poeta José Carlos Silveira &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sss2jVaSoxI/AAAAAAAAJ2U/gxvYrulvNlM/s1600-h/riodejaneiro1-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sss2jVaSoxI/AAAAAAAAJ2U/gxvYrulvNlM/s400/riodejaneiro1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-7965230100370193348?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/7965230100370193348/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/10/niteroi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/7965230100370193348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/7965230100370193348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/10/niteroi.html' title='NITERÓI'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sss2a-7usFI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/ubE7HmTaVRI/s72-c/POETA_~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-2058496007838633557</id><published>2009-10-05T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:52:24.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMIGO ... AMIGO*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SsrMWUC6cBI/AAAAAAAAJ1s/kb1Z_G3yZXU/s1600-h/ibm+espera.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SsrMWUC6cBI/AAAAAAAAJ1s/kb1Z_G3yZXU/s400/ibm+espera.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;AMIGO... AMIGO*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És presença e sentimento...&lt;br /&gt;Espelho com envolvimento.&lt;br /&gt;Idéias, trocas e decisões.&lt;br /&gt;Carinho, vida, confissões...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha âncora,tu és amigo...&lt;br /&gt;União irmanada no perigo.&lt;br /&gt;Amparo se há mar revolto,&lt;br /&gt;Embarcação, ida e retorno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Navio e esquadra no porto.&lt;br /&gt;Transporte seguro no mar...&lt;br /&gt;És meu encontro, conforto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estar só, mas acompanhar.&lt;br /&gt;Estímulo na tristeza, gosto.&lt;br /&gt;Afeto na distância... Amar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema este feito pela Amiga Poetisa IBERNISE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a quem muito agradeço todo o seu carinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SsrMcFSdouI/AAAAAAAAJ10/TKIa_UAfVq0/s1600-h/viver.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SsrMcFSdouI/AAAAAAAAJ10/TKIa_UAfVq0/s400/viver.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-2058496007838633557?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/2058496007838633557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/10/amigo-amigo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/2058496007838633557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/2058496007838633557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/10/amigo-amigo.html' title='AMIGO ... AMIGO*'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SsrMWUC6cBI/AAAAAAAAJ1s/kb1Z_G3yZXU/s72-c/ibm+espera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-215585835295278053</id><published>2009-10-05T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T01:43:05.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMIGO GAUCHO OCLESIO CASCAES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SsrI6gJ1e-I/AAAAAAAAJ1U/Jn_hLpb43PA/s1600-h/OCLSIO~1.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SsrI6gJ1e-I/AAAAAAAAJ1U/Jn_hLpb43PA/s400/OCLSIO~1.JPG" r="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;OCLÉSIO CASCAES – GAUCHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Para um amigo gaucho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;estas quadras vou dedicar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;vou encher o meu cartucho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;e este poema começar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Vive na cidade de Esteio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;lá no Rio Grande do Sul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;terra onde gaucho faz seu meio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;onde o céu é mais azul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Esteio era fazenda de Areião&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;bem perto de S. Leonardo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;padroeira, Maria Imaculado Coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;e por Deus abençoado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Seu nome Oclésio Cascaes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;tem origem lusitana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;é forte como os demais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;alma lusa, gente sana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Homem de boas maneiras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;trabalhador sem igual,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;sua emprensa é das primeiras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;seu trabalho não tem rival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Brasileiro e dos melhores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;na vida vai labutando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;tem botado muito suor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;e na vida vai singrando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Tem alguma afinidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;pois perto de Porto Alegre estamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;havendo também outra cidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;que Portalegre lhe chamamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Esta, mar ela não têm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;e ao Alentejo pertence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;é do sul como convêm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;é terra portalegrense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Bem distantes nós estamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;fisícamente separados,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;mas bem perto nos encontramos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;à net estamos ligados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;De Rambo vesti o vi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;com dois filhos juntamente,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;então aí os confundi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;mas eles são boa gente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Tementes a Deus eles são&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;sendo pessoas geniais,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;abrem seu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;são amigos, são leais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Bela família lá tem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;e ristamente formados,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;seus filhos são o seu bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;queridos e sempre amados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Parca é a minha letra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;mas feita com dedicação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;é escrita cá do Cambeta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;saída do coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Aqui fica pois esta prosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;em terras do oriente escrita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;a amizade assim se prova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;quando em Deus se acredita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Lhes envio um forte abraço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;para si e familiares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;termino não mais o maço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;cá fico com meus penares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SsrJ4-cZtdI/AAAAAAAAJ1k/Lj4OKTte3nk/s1600-h/esteio.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SsrI6gJ1e-I/AAAAAAAAJ1U/Jn_hLpb43PA/s72-c/OCLSIO~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-552826703568909588</id><published>2009-10-05T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:24:16.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOIÂNIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SsrGX4GcIJI/AAAAAAAAJ1M/lyaIDPNrr_g/s1600-h/goiania2xg7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SsrGX4GcIJI/AAAAAAAAJ1M/lyaIDPNrr_g/s400/goiania2xg7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Em S.Paulo fui embarcar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a companhia aérea Gol utilizei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;para Goiânia ir visitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e 738 reais eu paguei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em Santa Genoveva saí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tendo um táxi apanhado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;para a cidade então segui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e no Castro’s Park hospedado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bonita, limpa e organizada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;foi a cidade que encontrei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tendo até roça asfaltada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;muitos parques e palmeirais encontrei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Povo com sotaque caipira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tocando música sertejana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que no teatro eu ouvira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cantata provinciana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pelo parque da Vaca Brava passeei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e Mutirama foi visitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;na montanha russa e roda gigante andei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e bela paisagem pode avistar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Na Praça Cívica então vi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o monumento à 3 raças dedicado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;na Feira do Sol me perdi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;por não ir acompanhado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pelo Shopping Flamboyant passei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;algumas compras fui fazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;na Catedral então rezei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e no Chão Nativo fui almoçar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Comida típica no fogão de lenha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que os goianenses bem sabem preparar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;com farinha trazida lá da azenha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;belo pão nos foi dado a provar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adorei o frango com pequi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bem como o empadão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cerveja bem fresca bebi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mais um valente bifão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E como diz a tradição&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que Goiás tem muita fama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não perdi a ocasião&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e levei uma moça para a cama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Assim me despedi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;desta bonita cidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e para S.Paulo então segui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;levando dentro de mim não corno, mas sim saudade।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SsrGNaXctLI/AAAAAAAAJ1E/iHlbmKWM5Zk/s1600-h/BXK1548_GoianiaGarten800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SsrGNaXctLI/AAAAAAAAJ1E/iHlbmKWM5Zk/s400/BXK1548_GoianiaGarten800.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-552826703568909588?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/552826703568909588/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/10/goiania.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/552826703568909588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/552826703568909588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/10/goiania.html' title='GOIÂNIA'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SsrGX4GcIJI/AAAAAAAAJ1M/lyaIDPNrr_g/s72-c/goiania2xg7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-8666752904589198386</id><published>2009-10-05T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:08:32.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEGEBE RIO DA MINHA INFÂNCIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SsrBtf70fYI/AAAAAAAAJ0c/_uYpavlh9L0/s1600-h/DEGEBE+EU.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SsrBtf70fYI/AAAAAAAAJ0c/_uYpavlh9L0/s400/DEGEBE+EU.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Degebe belo rio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;onde aprendi a nadar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quer fizesse calor ou frio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nele me ia banhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5 quilometros tinha que percorrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;para o poder alcançar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e sem autorização para o fazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lá me ia eu escapar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Na companhia de amigos ia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;para as aulas de natação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a cueca e que servia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;substituindo o calção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Depois de belos mergulhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e com dinheiro na algibeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;iamos encher os bandulhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e por por vezes apanhar a bebedeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perto da ponte la havia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;uma tasca bem à maneira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que sangue de porco servia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;saboroso e pimenteira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pelos campos la colhiamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;uns nabos bem adocicados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mais melões que comiamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ficando empanturrados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chegados a casa nos esperava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;uma sova colossal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;massagem bem aplicada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que ate não fazia mal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eramos miudos traquinos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rebeldes por vocação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;jovens e lindos meninos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;libertos da escravidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A esse Degebe bendido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;grato estamos por nos receber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;suas lições aprendido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e homens novos nos fazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: 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type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/10/degebe-rio-da-minha-infancia.html' title='DEGEBE RIO DA MINHA INFÂNCIA'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SsrBtf70fYI/AAAAAAAAJ0c/_uYpavlh9L0/s72-c/DEGEBE+EU.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-7121595706504319732</id><published>2009-10-03T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T23:35:49.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VENDAVAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SshBP0OL0nI/AAAAAAAAJs8/aB5JYqCCtBU/s1600-h/orquidea_rosa1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SshBP0OL0nI/AAAAAAAAJs8/aB5JYqCCtBU/s400/orquidea_rosa1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meu pequeno, mas belo jardim&lt;br /&gt;entrou a tristeza&lt;br /&gt;o vendaval que assolou a região&lt;br /&gt;levou-me as belas flores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as rosas negras, os crisântemos amarelos&lt;br /&gt;as orquideas de âncora&lt;br /&gt;que eu tinha bem estimadas&lt;br /&gt;como um tesouro que Deus nos dá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As plantei e tratei&lt;br /&gt;com paciência de bonzo&lt;br /&gt;numa tarde serena e luminosa&lt;br /&gt;de Maio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diáriamente &lt;br /&gt;vigiava meu tesouro&lt;br /&gt;de orquideas de âncora&lt;br /&gt;de Fá Mui e de tulipas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visionava distante com se de um sonho&lt;br /&gt;se tratasse.&lt;br /&gt;De um sonho pleno de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver o sonho que sonhei&lt;br /&gt;entre as orquideas de âncora de meu jardim&lt;br /&gt;embriaga-me&lt;br /&gt;no seu perfume oriental&lt;br /&gt;das orquideas de âncora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite&lt;br /&gt;a tristeza&lt;br /&gt;entrou em meu pequeno mas belo jardim&lt;br /&gt;e com o vendavel da noite&lt;br /&gt;minhas orquideas de âncora&lt;br /&gt;minhas rosas negras&lt;br /&gt;meus crisântemos amarelos&lt;br /&gt;foram levadas pelo vento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na manhã seguinte&lt;br /&gt;ao encontrar todo o meu tesouro&lt;br /&gt;desfeito, chorei lágrimas de sangue.&lt;br /&gt;no chão ainda pude ver uma orquidea de âncora&lt;br /&gt;tentar sobreviver foi só o que restou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De novo, com paciência de chinês&lt;br /&gt;tentarei fazer florir meu tesouro&lt;br /&gt;e o protegendo das intémperides&lt;br /&gt;irei fazer para que minhas orquideas de ancora&lt;br /&gt;fiquem bem amarradas ao fundo da terra&lt;br /&gt;para que jamais as possa perder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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ELO QUE NÃO UNIA&lt;br /&gt;E QUE EU FUI PREENCHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERA O ELO DE LIGAÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;QUE NA RADIO ESTAVA FALTANDO&lt;br /&gt;E POR TER BOM CORAÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;DELE SE VÃO RECORDANDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESSES OUVINTES MUITO AMADOS&lt;br /&gt;TODOS COM O JOÃO SE VÃO METER&lt;br /&gt;E NO MUNDO SÃO ESCUTADOS&lt;br /&gt;PARA NÓS NOS ENTRETER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O AMIGO MANUEL CAEIRO&lt;br /&gt;É AMIGO MUITO LEAL&lt;br /&gt;É UM TIPO BEM PORREIRO&lt;br /&gt;EM ÉVORA E EM PORTUGAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O REDONDO ESTÁ EM PESO&lt;br /&gt;SEMPRE DE LÁ A TELEFONAR&lt;br /&gt;O CLEAN PARK UM DESEJO&lt;br /&gt;PARA SEU CARRO LAVAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ARAUJO SEUS OLHOS VERDES ENCONTROU&lt;br /&gt;O MOREIRA LÁ VAI BIFANDO&lt;br /&gt;A LUDOVINA PARA VENEZA RUMOU&lt;br /&gt;E ALEXANDRINA SEMPRE GOZANDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OS BOMBEIROS DE ARRAIOLOS&lt;br /&gt;SEMPRE COM BOA DISPOSIÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;NO QUARTEL ANDAM AOS COLOS&lt;br /&gt;PONDO FOGOS EM EXTINSÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A DONA DELMIRA FIGO&lt;br /&gt;SUAS IRMÃS, MARIANA NOBRE E MARIA TERESA&lt;br /&gt;SEMPRE CONTACTAM COMIGO&lt;br /&gt;SÃOS  ENCANTADORAS E CHEIAS DE GENTILEZA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARIA DO CÉU OLIVEIRA&lt;br /&gt;AZEITONAS VAI LANÇANDO&lt;br /&gt;POIS É SEMPRE A PRIMEIRA&lt;br /&gt;CANTANDO E DANÇANDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NA HERDADE DA CALADA&lt;br /&gt;MESMOS DEBAIXO DO SOL ESCALDANTE&lt;br /&gt;A RADIO É SEMPRE ESCUTADA&lt;br /&gt;COM ALEGRIA ESTONTEANTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BENCATEL ANDA CALADO&lt;br /&gt;ASSIM COMO O ALANDROAL&lt;br /&gt;O COMPADRE ESTÁ MURCHADO&lt;br /&gt;NA RÁDIO DE PORTUGAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS MOÇAS DA ENGOMADINHA&lt;br /&gt;BELAS E TRABALHADORAS&lt;br /&gt;EM CIMA DA TABUINHA&lt;br /&gt;SÃO BOAS ENGOMADORAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OS GARFOS NÃO ESTÃO AUSENTES&lt;br /&gt;POIS O JOÃO MARQUES E DONA LEONTINA&lt;br /&gt;ESTÃO SEMPRE BEM PRESENTES&lt;br /&gt;E A SUZY SUA MENINA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A MINHA IRMÃ SEMPRE ACANHADA&lt;br /&gt;POR VEZES VAI TELEFONANDO&lt;br /&gt;COM A FALA BEM APANHADA&lt;br /&gt;MAS EM SEU CORAÇÃO SEMPRE ME AMANDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E O NOSSO AMIGO JOÃO&lt;br /&gt;SEMPRE RISONHO NOS VAI ATURANDO&lt;br /&gt;COM AMOR NO CORAÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;E BOM PROGRAMA NOS PROPORCIONANDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POR TERRAS LÁ DA FRANÇA&lt;br /&gt;TAMBÉM SÃO ESCUTADOS&lt;br /&gt;LÁ ESTÁ O RUI E A ESPERANÇA&lt;br /&gt;SEMPRE AO PC COLADOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POR TERRAS AMERICANAS&lt;br /&gt;A AMIGA CARMINA A RTA VAI ESCUTANDO&lt;br /&gt;ADORA TERRAS ALENTEJANAS&lt;br /&gt;E TODOS NÓS NOS ESTIMANDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O KIRA AQUELE GRANDE PINTOR&lt;br /&gt;VAI E VEM COMO AS MARÉS&lt;br /&gt;ELE LÁ TEM O SOL AMOR&lt;br /&gt;E O TEJO ESTÁ A SEUS PÉS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A VÓS GRANDE FAMILIA&lt;br /&gt;QUERO VOS AGRADECER&lt;br /&gt;SEMPRE NA VOSSA COMPANHIA&lt;br /&gt;JAMAIS OS IREI ESQUECER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DE UM PORTUGUÊS EBORENSE&lt;br /&gt;QUE A ÁSIA PERTENCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TÓI CAMBETA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a 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facista bem viril&lt;br /&gt;Onde o povo andava afónico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era o último império colonial no mundo&lt;br /&gt;Travando uma guerra em três frentes&lt;br /&gt;O comabte esse na selva era duro e profundo&lt;br /&gt;Onde morriam os nossos e outras gentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veio a revolução dos cravos&lt;br /&gt;A ditadura acabou,&lt;br /&gt;O FMA e seus soldados&lt;br /&gt;Logo outro governo e regime formou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram dias de luta travada,&lt;br /&gt;Onde todos queriam mandar&lt;br /&gt;A reforma agrária foi iniciada&lt;br /&gt;E os cobardes e fugitivos iam voltar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Governos provisórios foram formados&lt;br /&gt;Até a paz se solidificar&lt;br /&gt;Os desejos do povo pareciam alcançados&lt;br /&gt;E partidos políticos se haviam de formar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava a democracia implatada&lt;br /&gt;E aqui começa o cerne da questão&lt;br /&gt;Portugal com isso lucrou nada&lt;br /&gt;Só veio endividar a nação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temos liberdade, vivemos em democracia,&lt;br /&gt;compartilhada com a corrupção&lt;br /&gt;pelo país se vai vendo a anarquia&lt;br /&gt;que nos nos trouxe a revolução&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se, por um lado ficámos a ganhar&lt;br /&gt;Por outro, perdemos a fé e a razão&lt;br /&gt;Todos querem é poder mandar&lt;br /&gt;Para meterem nos bolsos um dinheirão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os drogados campeiam pelas ruas&lt;br /&gt;Impunemente, os reformados passam mal&lt;br /&gt;O povo sofre, vai aguentando as amarguras&lt;br /&gt;Para que um dia melhor o nosso Portugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não sei o que é melhor, se o fascimo&lt;br /&gt;De outrora, onde a segurança era um bem&lt;br /&gt;Ou o socialismo ou os democartas de agora&lt;br /&gt;Que deviam governar como covêm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entramos para União Europeia&lt;br /&gt;Sem sermos ouvidos nem oscultados&lt;br /&gt;O euro hoje é que premeia&lt;br /&gt;Os escudos tiveram os dias contados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida está como todos sabem,&lt;br /&gt;Anda de mal a pior, sem trabalho, sem dinheiro,&lt;br /&gt;Os sindicados que não acabem&lt;br /&gt;Com o pouco que temos no mealheiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só com trabalho e preserverança&lt;br /&gt;Podemos a vida melhorar&lt;br /&gt;Náo reevindicando, mas com esperança&lt;br /&gt;E do subsídio de desemprego abdicar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unidos podemos e devemos pelo país lutar&lt;br /&gt;Somos fortes e não desmorecemos&lt;br /&gt;Temos sim é que trabalhar&lt;br /&gt;Ou então de esmola viveremos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os partidos políticos são uns ganânciosos&lt;br /&gt;Que o poder querem alcançar&lt;br /&gt;Prometem tudo, mas são uns mentirosos&lt;br /&gt;Que só fazem é asneiras e errar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um critica o outro, mas no fundo são iguais&lt;br /&gt;Querem somente o poleiro&lt;br /&gt;Tal papagaio ou os pardais&lt;br /&gt;Comendo o trigo no seu celeiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385771169100999634" 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title='DEMOCRACIA'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sr4adAI3ToI/AAAAAAAAJQc/fXRHgO2f_RE/s72-c/alegoria-5-outubro-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-6872122254332411923</id><published>2009-09-26T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T07:17:10.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REIS DE PORTUGAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sr4Nmc632yI/AAAAAAAAJQM/RgSswxAER2k/s1600-h/Portuguese_flag_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385757158631004962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sr4Nmc632yI/AAAAAAAAJQM/RgSswxAER2k/s400/Portuguese_flag_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sr4Nf-BKaGI/AAAAAAAAJQE/lBgzMsoqaXI/s1600-h/D_AfonsoHenriquesI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385757047256672354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sr4Nf-BKaGI/AAAAAAAAJQE/lBgzMsoqaXI/s400/D_AfonsoHenriquesI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando o reino de Portugal foi formado&lt;br /&gt;Em 1128, o primeiro Rei é empossado&lt;br /&gt;Houve quatro dinastias e por 34 reis, Portugal foi governado&lt;br /&gt;Até que em 1910, D. Manuel II foi destronado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram seis os Afonsos, um Fernando, dois Sanchos e um Dinis&lt;br /&gt;Um Duarte, seis Joões, duas Marias e um Dom Luis&lt;br /&gt;Dois Manueis, um Miguel, três Filipes e até um Cardeal&lt;br /&gt;Cinco Pedros, um Carlos, um Sebastiáo que governaram Portugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tivémos um Gordo, um Bolonhês, um Conquistador,&lt;br /&gt;Um Bravo, um Magnâmimo, um Lavrador,&lt;br /&gt;Um Casto, um Grande, um Formoso,&lt;br /&gt;Um Princioe Perfeito, um Desejado e um Venturoso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um Pio, um Prudente, um Africano, um Piedoso,&lt;br /&gt;Um de Boa Memória, um Diplomata e um Vitorioso,&lt;br /&gt;Um Pacífico, um Cruel e um Eloquente,&lt;br /&gt;Um Esperançoso, um Absolutista e um Clemente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma Piedosa, uma Educadora, um Reformador&lt;br /&gt;Um Patriota, um Libertador.&lt;br /&gt;Um Popular, um Capelo e um Povoador&lt;br /&gt;Havendo ainda um de cognome de Restaurador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos anos de 1383 a 1385 tivémos uma Aleivosa&lt;br /&gt;A mulher mais cobiçada de Portugal&lt;br /&gt;Era a Leonor Teles bem formosa&lt;br /&gt;Rainha Beatriz que ao povo caiu bem mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ano de 1910, a monarquia findava&lt;br /&gt;Mas náo foi nesse ano que nasceu a Democracia&lt;br /&gt;Foi sim a Republica fundada&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo anos de agonia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sr4NU6y1_nI/AAAAAAAAJP8/aZiTrQcWgA4/s1600-h/D.+MANUEL+II.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385756857412746866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sr4NU6y1_nI/AAAAAAAAJP8/aZiTrQcWgA4/s400/D.+MANUEL+II.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6OCMdMtzMuM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6OCMdMtzMuM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-6872122254332411923?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/6872122254332411923/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/reis-de-portugal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/6872122254332411923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/6872122254332411923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/reis-de-portugal.html' title='REIS DE PORTUGAL'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sr4Nmc632yI/AAAAAAAAJQM/RgSswxAER2k/s72-c/Portuguese_flag_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-1664893877591864555</id><published>2009-09-23T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:52:23.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMIZADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrsHvb_9-VI/AAAAAAAAJIU/7sqUvrDu6H8/s1600-h/Amizade_364446379_15_amigas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384906291002866002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrsHvb_9-VI/AAAAAAAAJIU/7sqUvrDu6H8/s400/Amizade_364446379_15_amigas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;COSTUMA-SE DIZER &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;QUE NINGUÉM PODE ESCOLHER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A FAMÍLIA EM QUE NASCE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAS, É POSSIVEL SELECIONAR OS AMIGOS &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;QUE SÃO COMO A EXTENSÃO DA VIDA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A AMIZADE, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É UM DOS SENTIMENTOS MAIS NOBRES,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DE FORMA ESPONTÂNEA,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PURA, E SE VAI DESENVOLVENDO &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ATÉ CHEGAR À MATURIDADE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CARACTERIZA-SE POR UMA AFINIDADE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MUITO GRANDE COM ALGUÉM,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BASEADA NO AMOR, NO CARINHO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NA TERNURA,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO RESPEITO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NA COMPREENSÃO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NA TROCA E NA AJUDA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É UM SENTIMENTO MUITO SINCERO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;QUE NÃO DEPENDE DA IDADE,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DE DINHEIRO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OU DE POSIÇÃO SOCIAL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O AMIGO É UM DOM PRECIOSO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;QUEM ENCONTRAR UM AMIGO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CERTAMENTE ENCONTROU UM TESOURO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A AMIZADE É UM SENTIMENTO LIMPO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E PROFUNDO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAIS QUE UM IRMÃO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O AMIGO É A OPORTUNIDADE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;QUE DEUS NOS DEU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PARA ENCONTRAR A SUA METADE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A ESSA PESSOA PODE-SE DIZER NÃO, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEM MEDO DE FERIR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEM MEDO DE BALUJAR,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DIZER AS VERDADES, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEM MEDO DE OFENDER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PORQUE SE ACREDITA NA AMIZADE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;POR ELA SER INSENTA DE PAIXÃO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NUM RELACIONAMENTO ASSIM...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NÃO EXISTE A INVEJA,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ORGULHO OU RANCOR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A VERADDEIRA AMIZADE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É ETERNA,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TAL COMO O AMOR .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;==============================================&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amizade - Nenhum indício melhor se pode ter a respeito de um homem do que a companhia que frequenta: o que tem companheiros decentes e honestos adquire, merecidamente, bom nome, porque é impossível que não tenha alguma semelhança com eles. (Adam Parfrey) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-1664893877591864555?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/1664893877591864555/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/amizade.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/1664893877591864555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/1664893877591864555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/amizade.html' title='AMIZADE'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrsHvb_9-VI/AAAAAAAAJIU/7sqUvrDu6H8/s72-c/Amizade_364446379_15_amigas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-4512657890368669950</id><published>2009-09-22T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:30:20.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EROS DEUS DO AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrmV1esJHzI/AAAAAAAAJGM/N-IrZ598rCY/s1600-h/eros_god_of_l_o_le.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384499575501954866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 454px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrmV1esJHzI/AAAAAAAAJGM/N-IrZ598rCY/s400/eros_god_of_l_o_le.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hesíodo poeta ilustre&lt;br /&gt;em sua Teogonia dizia,&lt;br /&gt;ser EROS deus principal e com virtude&lt;br /&gt;por filho de CAOS seria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posteriormente foi considerado&lt;br /&gt;como um olímpico deus&lt;br /&gt;por de Afrodite ser gerado&lt;br /&gt;sendo seu pai ZEUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas na essência da verdade&lt;br /&gt;EROS filho de PÍRIA e POROS era,&lt;br /&gt;corajoso, audaz e não cobarde&lt;br /&gt;e não o deus do amor como se venera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era pobre e indelicado,&lt;br /&gt;hirsuto, descalço andava&lt;br /&gt;revelando bem de quem tinha sido gerado&lt;br /&gt;porém, filósofo era e bem alfabetizado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era um caçador terrível, astucioso,&lt;br /&gt;sempre à espreita dos belos de corpo e alma&lt;br /&gt;intriguista, e encantador poderoso&lt;br /&gt;tudo fazia com ponderação e muita calma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com PSIQUÊ matrimónio contraíu&lt;br /&gt;mas seu rosto nunca a ela o mostrou,&lt;br /&gt;Psiquê, uma noite na tentação caíu&lt;br /&gt;seu rosto viu, e ele zangado a abandonou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão perturbada Psiquê ficou,&lt;br /&gt;que pelo mundo andou a vaguear,&lt;br /&gt;dor imensa a separação lhe causou&lt;br /&gt;até que a morte a veio buscar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EROS também sofria&lt;br /&gt;e implora a Zeus a sua compaixão&lt;br /&gt;para por termo a sua agonia,&lt;br /&gt;visto débil estar seu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zeus seu pedido atendeu&lt;br /&gt;e Eros sua esposa foi resgatar&lt;br /&gt;no Olimpico então viveu&lt;br /&gt;e com Psiquê três filhos fez gerar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eros II, Volúptas e Volúptia,&lt;br /&gt;puseram fim à sua dor,&lt;br /&gt;vivendo felizes em harmonia&lt;br /&gt;EROS foi considerado o deus do Amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-4512657890368669950?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/4512657890368669950/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/eros-deus-do-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/4512657890368669950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/4512657890368669950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/eros-deus-do-amor.html' title='EROS DEUS DO AMOR'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrmV1esJHzI/AAAAAAAAJGM/N-IrZ598rCY/s72-c/eros_god_of_l_o_le.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-1143233427520767953</id><published>2009-09-22T05:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T05:20:32.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ADMIRAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrjA37IjhXI/AAAAAAAAJGE/MnumRDGrDlw/s1600-h/Picture+264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384265421520340338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrjA37IjhXI/AAAAAAAAJGE/MnumRDGrDlw/s400/Picture+264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Admiração (do latim admirar) é um sentimento&lt;br /&gt;De assombro, espanto ou surpresa&lt;br /&gt;É o começo de um filosofar em movimento&lt;br /&gt;(“so sei que nada sei” Socrates) desconhecendo esperteza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ter capacidade de problematizar&lt;br /&gt;O que na realidade parecia evidente&lt;br /&gt;Perante qualquer coisa e admirar&lt;br /&gt;E a ela não ficar indiferente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É procurar esclarecer&lt;br /&gt;O que como obscuro se apresenta a admiraçâo&lt;br /&gt;Nas mais complexas  formas, e saber&lt;br /&gt;Onde acaba a compreensão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-1143233427520767953?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/1143233427520767953/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/admiracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/1143233427520767953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/1143233427520767953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/admiracao.html' title='ADMIRAÇÃO'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrjA37IjhXI/AAAAAAAAJGE/MnumRDGrDlw/s72-c/Picture+264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-6377594115782637042</id><published>2009-09-22T04:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T04:50:15.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FÉ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sri5JzVmDdI/AAAAAAAAJF8/yDSEmU-ssks/s1600-h/Picture+223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384256932572171730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sri5JzVmDdI/AAAAAAAAJF8/yDSEmU-ssks/s400/Picture+223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fé (do grego: pistia e do latim: Fides) é a firme convicção&lt;br /&gt;de que algo seja verdade,&lt;br /&gt;sem nenhuma prova absoluta eis a razâo,&lt;br /&gt;pela qual a fé é uma realidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fé se relaciona de maneira unilateral&lt;br /&gt;Ter fé, é nutrir um sentimento de afeiçâo&lt;br /&gt;É apostar, confiar e acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Nos sentimentos emanados do coraçâo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É nutrir esse sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Em relação a uma pessoa,&lt;br /&gt;Uma ideologia, um pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Uma crença, uma acção boa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Fé não se baseia em evidências físicas&lt;br /&gt;E por várias maneiras poderá estar vinculada&lt;br /&gt;Emocionais ou miticas&lt;br /&gt;Que à religiâo poderá estar ligada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Bíblia, a palavra fé transmite persuasão&lt;br /&gt;Ideia fidúcia de confiança&lt;br /&gt;De realidades não vistas, uma convicção&lt;br /&gt;Que garante a base de esperança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Fé em Jesus Cristo é a graça da salvação&lt;br /&gt;Muitos Hindus, Cristãos, Muçulmanos e Judeus&lt;br /&gt;Vêem nessa Fé a revelação&lt;br /&gt;E todos eles, independentemete da religião, têm fé em Deus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="Refer.C3.AAncias"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384256728839626290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sri498X-HjI/AAAAAAAAJF0/v-etBwmclXM/s400/Picture+250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-6377594115782637042?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/6377594115782637042/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/fe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/6377594115782637042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/6377594115782637042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/fe.html' title='FÉ'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sri5JzVmDdI/AAAAAAAAJF8/yDSEmU-ssks/s72-c/Picture+223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-6644123662093748775</id><published>2009-09-22T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T01:44:15.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FENG SHUI - FONG SOI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sris3gSRMCI/AAAAAAAAJFs/X6p7EsuVaso/s1600-h/335px-Feng1shui3.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fong Soi (Feng Shui), é a arte de colocação&lt;br /&gt;Para trazer harmonia,&lt;br /&gt;Uma filosofia de orientação&lt;br /&gt;E equilibrio da energia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fong Soi não é uma religiâo,&lt;br /&gt;É uma ciência que incorpora a astronomia&lt;br /&gt;Os campos magnéticos a física, nâo uma supertiçâo&lt;br /&gt;É um complexo sistema matemático e de geografia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele faz parte e estuda o meio ambiente&lt;br /&gt;E a ele está ligado&lt;br /&gt;É uma ordem natural diferente&lt;br /&gt;Que premeia o universo por Deus criado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para nossos ambientes vai olhando&lt;br /&gt;Podendo afectar cada parte da vida&lt;br /&gt;A Terra Mâe e a Chi zelando&lt;br /&gt;E tudo o que nela está contida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Foi Soi é uma corrente de pensamento&lt;br /&gt;E ao ying/yang tem relaçâo&lt;br /&gt;Yang - Vento e Yin – Água, representam o conhecimento&lt;br /&gt;Do positivismo e da negaçâo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma fonte de filosofia,&lt;br /&gt;que estuda todas as fases da vida&lt;br /&gt;olhando para o ambiente e sua energia&lt;br /&gt;que, com harmomia é gerida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-6644123662093748775?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/6644123662093748775/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/feng-shui-fong-soi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/6644123662093748775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/6644123662093748775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrijHWzVMcI/AAAAAAAAJFc/Ct1Svgye8fM/s400/scan0046+chegada+a+macau.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hoje, dia 22 de Setembro,&lt;br /&gt;45 anos sâo volvidos&lt;br /&gt;Que a Macau cheguei, e bem me lembro&lt;br /&gt;Pela aurea festiva como fomos recebidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da cidade de Macau&lt;br /&gt;Pouco ou nada conheci,&lt;br /&gt;Embarcado noutra nau&lt;br /&gt;Para a Ilha da Taipa segui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por lá uns meses fiquei,&lt;br /&gt;Como comandante militar&lt;br /&gt;E, só em Dezembro a Macau regressei&lt;br /&gt;E no quartel da Ilha Verde me instalar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali, passei a comissão de serviço&lt;br /&gt;E os anos se foram passando&lt;br /&gt;Ao amor de Portugal deram sumiço&lt;br /&gt;Em Macau fiquei, a Portugal nâo regressando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrijCO9FQNI/AAAAAAAAJFU/NClESl-Rsgg/s1600-h/scan0020+militar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384232613290787026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrijCO9FQNI/AAAAAAAAJFU/NClESl-Rsgg/s400/scan0020+militar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-6859916389215245356?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/6859916389215245356/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/45-anos-volvidos.html#comment-form' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-3196859383502370009</id><published>2009-09-22T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:35:59.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A FLOR E O AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrmXRGVd8xI/AAAAAAAAJGU/nVyAbZq4db4/s1600-h/flor_e_amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384501149512364818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrmXRGVd8xI/AAAAAAAAJGU/nVyAbZq4db4/s400/flor_e_amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SriQhcgXJXI/AAAAAAAAJE0/MXxVlv_5Lns/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TAL COMO UM BELO E FORTE AMOR &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TUDO TEM QUE SER COMPRATILHADO &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ASSIM É UM JARDIM EM FLÔR &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NECESSITANDO DE SER REGADO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PLANTAMOS NÓS AS FLORES &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NÃO AS ERVAS DAMINHAS &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PORÉM SE COMBINAM DE FRAGÂNCIAS E ODORES &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NÃO GOSTAM DE FICAR SÓZINHAS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SE AS ERVAS NÓS TIRAR-MOS &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FLORES DESFINHARÃO &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E SE AS FLORES NÓS REGAR-MOS &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ERVAS ESSAS AUMENTARÃO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O AMOR É COMO A FLOR &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PRECISA DE COMPANHIA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SÓ É BELO E TEM VALOR &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VIVIDO COM ALEGRIA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DESSE AMOR RECONFORTADO &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RAIZES NASCERÃO &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É UM BEM DO SER AMADO &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CULTIVADO NO CORAÇÃO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;QUEM AMA E SABE AMAR &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VÊ SUAS FLORES FLORIR &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ELES AS PODERÁ COMPENPLAR &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E DE SEU ODOR USUFERIR &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-3196859383502370009?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/3196859383502370009/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/flor-e-o-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/3196859383502370009'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>TU FAZES PARTE DE MIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrdO31QHi4I/AAAAAAAAI8g/herF-GB20A8/s1600-h/Picture+468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383858600639171458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrdO31QHi4I/AAAAAAAAI8g/herF-GB20A8/s400/Picture+468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TU FAZES PARTE DE MIM…&lt;br /&gt;PARTE ESSA DA QUAL NÃO PODEREI&lt;br /&gt;VIVER SEM ELA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU TENHO ESPERANÇA E REZO PARA ISSO&lt;br /&gt;NUNCA ACONTEÇA, POIS NOSSO AMOR É FORTE&lt;br /&gt;EU TE AMO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrcOM1KBrtI/AAAAAAAAI8Y/9NBJP07Rp0g/s1600-h/Picture+408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383787493135068882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrcOM1KBrtI/AAAAAAAAI8Y/9NBJP07Rp0g/s400/Picture+408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;เธอเป็นส่วนหนึ่งของผม&lt;br /&gt;ส่วนที่ผมไม่อาจขาดได้ที่จะมีชีวิตอยู่&lt;br /&gt;ผมหวังและวอนขอว่าอย่าให้ผมต้องเป็นเช่นนั้นเลย&lt;br /&gt;เพราะว่าผมรักคุณ&lt;br /&gt;แอนโตนิโอ กัมเบทต้า&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU ARE A PART OF ME…&lt;br /&gt;A PART THAT I COULD NEVER LIVE&lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT.&lt;br /&gt;AND I HOPE AND PRAY THAT I NEVER&lt;br /&gt;HAVE TO, US LOVE ARE VERY STRONG&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-450824435883284621?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/450824435883284621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/tu-fazes-parte-de-mim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/450824435883284621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/450824435883284621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/tu-fazes-parte-de-mim.html' title='TU FAZES PARTE DE MIM'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrdO31QHi4I/AAAAAAAAI8g/herF-GB20A8/s72-c/Picture+468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-8767055470831512923</id><published>2009-09-16T06:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T06:17:59.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrDlDA2zAnI/AAAAAAAAI2o/rWtSjIIDj9U/s1600-h/scan0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 453px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 532px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382053394639946354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrDlDA2zAnI/AAAAAAAAI2o/rWtSjIIDj9U/s400/scan0033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrDi-kMGV7I/AAAAAAAAI2Y/Obt2q5qZmUY/s1600-h/CAPA%252BDO%252B%252BMAR%252BDO%252BPOETA.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A poesia na Grecia foi criada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pela pena e sabedoria de Homero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e pela lirica tocada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;com beleza e muito esmero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Líricas passaram a ser conhecidas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;narrando epicos momentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e Aquiles e Ulissses nelas metidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;passando grande tormentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poesia os palacios reais ocupou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;novos poetas nasceram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camões a historia de Portugal narrou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e altos louros valeram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poesia e uma forma especial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de línguagem, mais dirigida a imaginação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;se processa de uma forma normal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saida da pena e do coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O poeta com sua sensibilidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nos transmite amor e emoções&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seu raciocinio e sua frontalidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;preenche nossas metes e nossos corações&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quer seja em poema lirico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ou de forma narrativa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;transmite o seu empirico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de maneira bem descritiva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já a poesia dramatica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fala-nos de tristeza e de amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e sempre bem emblematica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;transmitindo subtileza, e, também alguma dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rima e a harmonia do verso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dela saindo belas canções&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tem de tudo de bom e de perverso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;captando as multidões&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje dia da poesia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não podia estar ausente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e eu com esta mania&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fazendo versos permanente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poeta eu nunca o serei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas por eles tenho admiração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sei aquilo que sei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e o faço com dedicação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Versos eu vou fazendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;com carinho e dedicação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e as linhas vão correndo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como sangue brotando do coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A todos os poetas e suas musas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aqui ficam minhas saudações&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e aqueles quem em linhas lusas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;transmitem suas criações&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A esses amigos, alguns já imortais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;com eles estou aprendendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eram e são poetas geniais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que muito lhes estamos devendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem Hajam Poetas e Poetisas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;=============================&lt;br /&gt;Pensa como pensam os sábios, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas fala como falam as pessoas simples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Aristóteles) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-8767055470831512923?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/8767055470831512923/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/poesia-na-grecia-foi-criada-pela-pena-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/8767055470831512923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/8767055470831512923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/poesia-na-grecia-foi-criada-pela-pena-e.html' title=''/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrDlDA2zAnI/AAAAAAAAI2o/rWtSjIIDj9U/s72-c/scan0033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-7108817690110465804</id><published>2009-09-16T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T06:04:49.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MACAU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrDiE0UxLlI/AAAAAAAAI2Q/Gr8YW95nCuk/s1600-h/scan0134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382050127100849746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrDiE0UxLlI/AAAAAAAAI2Q/Gr8YW95nCuk/s400/scan0134.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrDcYh6U4rI/AAAAAAAAI1w/1dF_LzZmvYY/s1600-h/Picture+633.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era um jovem militar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e para Macau serviço foi cumprir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para Portugal pensava regressar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não fosse seu amor o trair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por terras da China ficou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;outro amor tendo encontrado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nova paixão se formou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e por lá ficou casado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda a sua vida mudou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;novo rumo ele seguiu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;na marinha se alistou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e sua familia constituiu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram anos de saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;da sua terra natal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas para sua felicidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tinha uma esposa genial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Macau daqueles anos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;era uma pacata cidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lá se foram seus desaganos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tendo chineses por amizade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sua língua aprendeu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a seu seio ficou ligado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fé e preserverança Deus lhe deu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;viveu feliz e bem casado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessa ligação luso chinesa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dois rebentos nasceram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que são a sua riqueza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e amor sempre mereceram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito anos já se passaram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;desde que a Macau aportou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seus cabelos já braquearam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sendo hoje já de duas netas avô&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse anjo que em seu seio o acolheu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tudo tem a agradecer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de Portugal não se esqueceu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas em Macau será sempre o seu viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quarenta e cinco anos são volvidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;muita mudança ele ja viu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;novos conhecimentos adquiridos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de nova cidade que cresceu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheio de amor e paixão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sua vida vai levando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tendo Deus e a esposa no coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e as suas netas adorando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muitos tem ajudado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;com sua franca lealdade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;por todos e estimado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;por sua pura afectividade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na diáspora vai vivendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a materna língua não esqueceu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e o mundo vai percorrendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;olvidando o que sofreu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MACAU ESTA AGRADECIDOPOR UMA NOVA VIDA LHE TER CONCEDIDO &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-7108817690110465804?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/7108817690110465804/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/macau.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/7108817690110465804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/7108817690110465804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/macau.html' title='MACAU'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrDiE0UxLlI/AAAAAAAAI2Q/Gr8YW95nCuk/s72-c/scan0134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-194359152243108333</id><published>2009-09-16T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T01:45:24.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SIGNIFICADO DO AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrDd7Nfxa0I/AAAAAAAAI14/itG4QHTjlFQ/s1600-h/27349.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje me irei debruçar&lt;br /&gt;sobre um tema bem conhecido,&lt;br /&gt;o amor, e sua forma de amar,&lt;br /&gt;de todos bem conhecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não importa o nivel, se social&lt;br /&gt;ou afectivo para o amor ocorrer,&lt;br /&gt;pode ser paternal, maternal ou fraternal&lt;br /&gt;todo ele existe no nosso ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A permissão para a o Amor&lt;br /&gt;podera ser, fisica, natural ou mental,&lt;br /&gt;mas sempre um bem gerador&lt;br /&gt;de nosso valor comportamental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para o amor poder existir,&lt;br /&gt;tera que haver reciprocidade&lt;br /&gt;e em tudo nele se sentir&lt;br /&gt;grandeza e lealdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o Amor e um sentimento por excelencia&lt;br /&gt;cheio de capacidade e raciocinio natural&lt;br /&gt;que preenche toda a nossa vivência&lt;br /&gt;de uma forma forte e gabal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Varias são as definições do Amor&lt;br /&gt;bem como seus estilos de amar&lt;br /&gt;sempre com um espirito armenizador&lt;br /&gt;para a felicidade se alcançar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Amor, na Teoria Triangular&lt;br /&gt;se baseia na INTIMIDADE, COMPROMISSO E PAIXÃO&lt;br /&gt;são estas as forma de amar&lt;br /&gt;sentidas e emanadas do coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTIMIDADE ou conexação&lt;br /&gt;e uma forma de amizade&lt;br /&gt;unida pela coração&lt;br /&gt;como prova de afectividade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMPROMISSO amoroso&lt;br /&gt;e o empenho e intimidade&lt;br /&gt;de algo a florir e formoso&lt;br /&gt;onde se ganha maturidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAIXÃO e um fatico amor&lt;br /&gt;e o compartilhamento de sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;cujo coração e o auto motor&lt;br /&gt;onde existem os ligamentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-194359152243108333?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/194359152243108333/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/significado-do-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/194359152243108333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/194359152243108333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/significado-do-amor.html' title='SIGNIFICADO DO AMOR'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-44612756938204011</id><published>2009-09-16T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T01:45:42.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ESTILOS DE AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrDhrKdc1aI/AAAAAAAAI2A/nRVOXKUhFlE/s1600-h/Picture+2201.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;EROS&lt;/span&gt; um amor apaixonado baseado na fisica aparenciaporem nem sempre bem finalizadoperdendo ele sua consistencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;PSIQUE&lt;/span&gt; amor espiritualsentimentos eternos exprimebaseados na alma imortalpura, bela e sublime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;LUDUS&lt;/span&gt; simpesmente amor jogadode uma forma brincalhonanão tem sentimento amarradoe vil, cruel e pobretona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;STORGE&lt;/span&gt; um amor afectuosoque se desenvolve lentamentebelo, simples e amoroso tornando-se bem envolvente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;MANIA&lt;/span&gt; amor altamente emocionalde uma instabilidade constanteamor romantico esteotipo que faz mala toda a massa pensante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;AGAPE&lt;/span&gt; amor altruistatambem amor espiritualque no conceito budistanos leva atingir iluminação&lt;br /&gt;Se entende igualmentecomo forma de solidariedadee um estado de espirito permanentebaseado no apego, vereração e bondade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-44612756938204011?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/44612756938204011/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/estilos-de-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/44612756938204011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/44612756938204011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/estilos-de-amor.html' title='ESTILOS DE AMOR'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-7862988275430377846</id><published>2009-09-16T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T01:45:58.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SETE FORMAS DE AMAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrDh4V3P9PI/AAAAAAAAI2I/pVZk32Iy0mg/s1600-h/Picture+2229.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sitedepoesias.com.br/poesias/27451##"&gt;AMIZADE&lt;/a&gt; verdadeira e profundana qual a pessoa se sente bemonde a paixão não abundae compromissos não tem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;PAIXÃO&lt;/span&gt; algo intenso, magico,mas sem o componentede compromisso de amor, pode ser tragicoe ela desaparece, fica ausente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;AMOR VAZIO&lt;/span&gt; não possue amor nem intimidadee apenas um compromisso,um acasalamento por interesse e comodidadeou a perda de um forte amor submisso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;AMOR ROMANTICO&lt;/span&gt; liga emocionalmente os amantescomo na verdeira amizade,cheio de intimidades constantese forte na sexualidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;AMOR COMPANHEIRO&lt;/span&gt; e um puro sentimento,que existe nas familiares relações,em amizade profunda de contentamentosem sexualidade nem provocações&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;AMOR INSTITIVO&lt;/span&gt; e o amor carnal,um compromisso motivado pela paixãosem intimidade, mas somente sexualonde a cumplicidade e a forte razão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;AMOR VERDADEIRO&lt;/span&gt; e a base do relacionamento idealque todos humanos desejamos alcançare por ser um bem essencialleva os amantes a casar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porém, se não tiver expressão&lt;br /&gt;mesmo o maior dos amores pode morrer&lt;br /&gt;quando lhe faltar a paixão&lt;br /&gt;e amor companheiro fica a ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os bons vi sempre passar&lt;br /&gt;No mundo grandes tormentos;&lt;br /&gt;E para mais me espantar&lt;br /&gt;Os maus vi sempre nadar&lt;br /&gt;Em mar de contentamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camões&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-7862988275430377846?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/7862988275430377846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/sete-formas-de-amar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/7862988275430377846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/7862988275430377846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/sete-formas-de-amar.html' title='SETE FORMAS DE AMAR'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-2148482830990112602</id><published>2009-09-16T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T04:56:19.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SE UM DIA!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrIj1Gaf4pI/AAAAAAAAI2w/dgpg2tFrEsI/s1600-h/flores_585.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382403899822957202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrIj1Gaf4pI/AAAAAAAAI2w/dgpg2tFrEsI/s400/flores_585.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrDXjkY7ocI/AAAAAAAAI1o/-M428e9w2-g/s1600-h/26792.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se um dia te encontrar em qualquer lugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;meu coração por certo dará sinal!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;não sei se resistirei a teu olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ou se me irás tratar mal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua imagem ainda alude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;permanecendo em minha mente!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;esse teu enigmático sorriso me confude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;queria ser teu amigo somente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua foto quase não reconheci!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;muitos anos se passaram,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;meus olhos humedeci&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;quando para tua foto olharam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi uma visão bem real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;uma passagem cheia de emoção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e, por ser um simples mortal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;carga positiva emanei do coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recordar pareceu ser magia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;foi até bem complicado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;quer viver o que sentia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sabendo não ser amado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei que me és inacessível&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;teu amor e felicidade a não terei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas nada nesta via é impossível&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e de te ver não desistirei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez seja complicado, imcompreensível&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;esta forma de pensar e viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sei que para mim és inacessível&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas jamais te irei esquecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não deixa de ser amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ou talvez forte amizade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;vivendo eu com esta dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;de não sentir a felicidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este meu utópico e platónico sentimento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que me faz sentir e em ti pensar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me vai servindo de alimento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;até a morte me chamar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria ser apenas teu amigo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;contigo poder ainda falar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pois possuir-te não consigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nem este meu fogo apagar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chamas estas que não morreram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nesta fogueira da vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que ambos os corações aqueceram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;queimando, causando ferida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ferida que nunca sarou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;embora pense a ter curado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nunca morre quem se amou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e sempre será recordado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paixâo, pesando e afligindo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a levo no coração,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;na vida vou prosseguindo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;vivendo de recordação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia te encontrar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nem sei o que terei para te dizer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;talvez irei até chorar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;por teu amor não poder ter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta-me o teu singelo olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;para meu coração compreender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e então pode aliviar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a paixão de meu viver. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-2148482830990112602?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/2148482830990112602/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/se-um-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/2148482830990112602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/2148482830990112602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/se-um-dia.html' title='SE UM DIA!...'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrIj1Gaf4pI/AAAAAAAAI2w/dgpg2tFrEsI/s72-c/flores_585.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-7220048353299869269</id><published>2009-09-16T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T05:12:14.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PENSAMENTO NAVEGANTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrDV0BggfwI/AAAAAAAAI1g/Qd_1nvBYetU/s1600-h/Picture+2106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 366px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382036644442439426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrDV0BggfwI/AAAAAAAAI1g/Qd_1nvBYetU/s400/Picture+2106.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrDUVbj1giI/AAAAAAAAI1Y/GqV8bHgs9eU/s1600-h/Picture+218.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Viajo no presente recordando o passado!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sempre avistando terras que conheci,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sinto-me por vezes mais apaixonado &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jamais esquecendo de ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminho silenciosamente e vou pensando!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quanto poderia ser belo o nosso amor!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fico então imaginando, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como é grande a bondade do Senhor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terras sem fim que minha vista alcança,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mar imenso por mim sulcado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nunca morrendo a esperança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vou vivendo feliz e bem amado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recordando com tristeza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;todo o meu tempo passado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tua figura, o Alentejo a natureza,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;com quem estive apaixonado &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palmilho os caminhos da vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sulco as águas do mar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vivo a vida permitida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tentando saber amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E caminhando vou revendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;com saudade e paixão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tal livro que vou lendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e guardo com emoção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suas folhas surradas então&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de tanto as ter desfolhado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suas letras as trago no coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tenho o livro bem guardado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminhando com amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigo na vida contente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;faça frio ou calor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;conto com minha gente &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-7220048353299869269?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/7220048353299869269/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/pensamento-navegante.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/7220048353299869269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/7220048353299869269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/pensamento-navegante.html' title='PENSAMENTO NAVEGANTE'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrDV0BggfwI/AAAAAAAAI1g/Qd_1nvBYetU/s72-c/Picture+2106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-9128456714486438486</id><published>2009-09-16T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T01:46:22.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NINGUÉM SABE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrDTBnv8WBI/AAAAAAAAI1Q/Fk0zI7D_I0M/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrDSr8EdFUI/AAAAAAAAI1I/iLsGO7Pyjj4/s1600-h/maetag.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Das mil palavras de amor pronunciadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apenas uma promessa ficou,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e depois nossas bocas ficaram caladas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e ai nosso amor começou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta uma doce palavra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;um carinho, uma atenção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e nossa pessoa amada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fortalecerá seu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor tem dignidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quando pelos dois é respeitado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ai reside a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jamais será destronado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, ninguém sabe prever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que novo dia nos reservará&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tudo poderá acontecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas quem ama saberá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém é puro de verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o amor salta de mão em mão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cria em nós forte ansiedade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e apertos no coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém sabe como dele tratar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;na sua inteira perfeição&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;só quem muito sabe amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;entende o porquê da razão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém sabe quando o amor tem razão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quando o temos e desprezamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apunhalamos nosso coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e ferimos a pessoa que amamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém sabe como viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;na dor e na solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o amor esse é belo mas faz sofrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quando ferido pela traição&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém sabe quando o amor findará&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;depende somente dos seres amantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pois só a eles caberá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;escolher, mudar ou ser fiel como dantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém sabe o que virá acontecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas quem ama no coração permanece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;esse amor forte cheio de poder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que consigo ficará até morrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-9128456714486438486?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/9128456714486438486/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/ninguem-sabe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/9128456714486438486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/9128456714486438486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/ninguem-sabe.html' title='NINGUÉM SABE'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-2219302575772290787</id><published>2009-09-16T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T04:53:46.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LONDRINA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrDQG24XBUI/AAAAAAAAI1A/9mXai0F9wRY/s1600-h/26350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382030370937439554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrDQG24XBUI/AAAAAAAAI1A/9mXai0F9wRY/s400/26350.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A cidade Londrina &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fica no estado do Paraná &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;capital da cafeína&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e a poetisa Charlyane morando lá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eu cheio de curiosidade&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Londrina fui visitar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;vendo toda a sua beldade&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;e pelo belo lago Igapó passear&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela mata dos Godoy passei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;na cachoeira do salto Apucaranina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;em suas limpidas águas me banhei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ficando com alma lavadinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na catedral fui orar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;e na rua Porto Alegre encontrei&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tempo budista de pasmar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;e nele pivetes queimei &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esta cidade maravilhosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que um dia Deus abençoou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é linda e muito airosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que o diga quem ela já visitou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi um passei virtual&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;este que acabei de fazer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;passeio esse bem emocional&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ficando Londrina a conhecer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por todos os distritos andei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;começando pelo Maravilha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;em S.Luiz pernotei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sonhando com minha ilha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Heimtal e Espirito Santo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;muita coisa eu conheci&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tudo aquilo é um encanto&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;minha cultura enriqueci&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gauiraça que lindesa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gostando de Irerêl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;inda sua natureza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e hospitaleiro povo de Paiquerê&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Passei depois por Lerroville&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;um local encantador&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me lembrei do meu Brovillee &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;agradeci ao Senhor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Bela Vista do Paraíso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;encantado eu fiquei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;em canta canto um sorriso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e por ela me encantei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finda a minha viagem&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ficou com a recordação&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;de toda a camaradagem&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;que me encheu o coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-2219302575772290787?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/2219302575772290787/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/londrina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/2219302575772290787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/2219302575772290787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/londrina.html' title='LONDRINA'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrDQG24XBUI/AAAAAAAAI1A/9mXai0F9wRY/s72-c/26350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-5393291322533296447</id><published>2009-09-16T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T04:45:56.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FLORIANÓPOLIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrDOFfS7YbI/AAAAAAAAI04/4-fprE6hljM/s1600-h/26387+FKORI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382028148403298738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrDOFfS7YbI/AAAAAAAAI04/4-fprE6hljM/s400/26387+FKORI.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virtualmente viajando&lt;br /&gt;no aeroporto Hercílio da Luz desembarquei&lt;br /&gt;e a bela e linda ponte cruzando&lt;br /&gt;no hotel das Caldas da Imperatriz me hospedei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficando então a saber&lt;br /&gt;o nome de toda aquela região&lt;br /&gt;e para jamais me esquecer&lt;br /&gt;fui meditar na praia da Solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indios Carijós eu não vi&lt;br /&gt;quando nadava na Galheta&lt;br /&gt;mas logo me apercebi&lt;br /&gt;que na ilha dos Patos estava cá o Cambeta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora de Santa Catarina chamada&lt;br /&gt;também conhecida pela Ilha da Magia&lt;br /&gt;é uma Floripa encantada&lt;br /&gt;onde vive a Rose Maria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subi ao Morro da Cruz&lt;br /&gt;e de lá, parte da Ilha pude avistar&lt;br /&gt;a lagoa da Conceição que reluz&lt;br /&gt;e o bairro de Santo António de Lisboa fui visitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois mais calmamente&lt;br /&gt;na praia bem Caladinho eu reparei&lt;br /&gt;que a da Gravata era diferente&lt;br /&gt;e por lá repousando fiquei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda estive na Joaquina&lt;br /&gt;e também na Igrejinha&lt;br /&gt;por lá conheci uma menina&lt;br /&gt;e com ela foi uma festinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda a cidade eu percorri&lt;br /&gt;no Pitagueiras fui jantar&lt;br /&gt;tudo era lindo o que vi&lt;br /&gt;e apreciando ricos frutos do mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta maravilhosa cidade&lt;br /&gt;cativiou meu coração&lt;br /&gt;ficando em mim a saudade&lt;br /&gt;na Lagoa da Conceição&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da cidade me despedi&lt;br /&gt;e para Timbó fui rumar&lt;br /&gt;Sâo José, Sâo Bonifácio conheci&lt;br /&gt;e meu amigo Ari fui visitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passeei por Indaíale,&lt;br /&gt;em Blumenau almocei&lt;br /&gt;pensei que estava em Portugal&lt;br /&gt;ou então seria que sonhei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virtualmente se pode pelo mundo viajar&lt;br /&gt;conhecer recantos e monumentos&lt;br /&gt;sem de casa ter que se ausentar&lt;br /&gt;vivendo todos os momentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorei este passeio&lt;br /&gt;que veio enriquecer minha cultura&lt;br /&gt;por lá andei sem receio&lt;br /&gt;andando à sua procura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-5393291322533296447?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/5393291322533296447/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/florianopolis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/5393291322533296447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/5393291322533296447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/florianopolis.html' title='FLORIANÓPOLIS'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrDOFfS7YbI/AAAAAAAAI04/4-fprE6hljM/s72-c/26387+FKORI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-5882248785789450497</id><published>2009-09-16T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T04:08:10.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>45 ANOS NO ORIENTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrDHCsysUyI/AAAAAAAAI0g/XEVb0ALW1VA/s1600-h/Picture+295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382020403905188642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrDHCsysUyI/AAAAAAAAI0g/XEVb0ALW1VA/s400/Picture+295.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FEZ DIA 5 DE AGOSTO, 45 ANOS&lt;br /&gt;QUE DE PORTUGAL SAÍ&lt;br /&gt;ENTRE AMORES E DESENGANOS&lt;br /&gt;VOU RECORDANDO O TEMPO QUE LÁ VIVI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOJE, VIVO NUM MUNDO BEM DIFERENTE&lt;br /&gt;RODEADO DE AMOR E CARINHO&lt;br /&gt;CÁ NESTE IMENSO ORIENTE&lt;br /&gt;NO CONFORTO DO MEU NINHO&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEUS CABELOS JÁ BRAQUEARAM,&lt;br /&gt;VOLTAS AO MUNDO MUITAS DEI&lt;br /&gt;E ELAS ME RECORDARAM&lt;br /&gt;A CIDADE QUE UM DIA DEIXEI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POR MACAU CÁ VOU VIVENDO&lt;br /&gt;ATÉ DEUS UM DIA ME CHAMAR&lt;br /&gt;E COM AMOR AGRADECENDO&lt;br /&gt;SEM NUNCA MINHA TERRA OLVIDAR.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-5882248785789450497?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrDHCsysUyI/AAAAAAAAI0g/XEVb0ALW1VA/s72-c/Picture+295.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-5151457272778703176</id><published>2009-09-16T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T04:13:11.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALENTAGUS PARA O AUDAZ DA TERRA LUSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrDILEmqzyI/AAAAAAAAI0w/T-BSDIXBBvw/s1600-h/Picture+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 459px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 521px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382021647247789858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrDILEmqzyI/AAAAAAAAI0w/T-BSDIXBBvw/s400/Picture+063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrDHl4RyZFI/AAAAAAAAI0o/RimOZqN4qkY/s1600-h/DIA+DA+PMF.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrDF4_CGxfI/AAAAAAAAI0Y/Kyom_ho9mWg/s1600-h/motivator-4848b969d5980.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Audaz conquistador da terra lusa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nascido em lugar que é museu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Temente ao mar e dele senhor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde fez vida e sorriu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nega a vida de um só amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indígena de um mundo seu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ordenado pela língua difusa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camões escreveu e António cumpriu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aventuras e amores que levou a vida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muitos olhos chorosos nela recordados,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bravuras e loucuras de outros tempos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elegância dos contos falados,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tristezas de uma alegria fingida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alma que o oceano engoliu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poema este elaborado pelo Poeta e amigo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alemtaguse publicado no Luso Poemas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-5151457272778703176?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/5151457272778703176/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/alentagus-para-o-audaz-da-terra-lusa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/5151457272778703176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/5151457272778703176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/alentagus-para-o-audaz-da-terra-lusa.html' title='ALENTAGUS PARA O AUDAZ DA TERRA LUSA'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrDILEmqzyI/AAAAAAAAI0w/T-BSDIXBBvw/s72-c/Picture+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-9149568865274150069</id><published>2009-09-16T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T04:00:17.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DA AMIGA POETISA LEONTINA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrDEs9VtT_I/AAAAAAAAI0Q/s2xa-PdWcVI/s1600-h/9087242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382017831366643698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrDEs9VtT_I/AAAAAAAAI0Q/s2xa-PdWcVI/s400/9087242.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A poetisa não tenho pretensão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;escrever no papel me dá prazer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do que vai na alma e coração!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a si meu amigo posso agradecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tudo o que me foi ensinando&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;quando de pc eu nada entendia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;foi você com sua paciência&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ensinava cada passo a cada dia.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu inglês também aperfeiçoei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;palavras em chinês sei escrever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e também o seu significado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;muito tenho aprendido com você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;e com o seu enorme saber. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;p`lo mundo inteiro tenho viajado&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;e sem levar qualquer bagagem&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;as crónicas e cds a mim vão chegando&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;com carinho, com você e sua viagem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;por tudo isso esta singela homenagem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reconhecendo se sei postar meus textos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a si o devo...meu grande agradecimento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a si meu querido amigo Toy Cambeta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e por lhe tomar tanto do seu tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;um abraço desta sua e sempre amiga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;leontina &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-9149568865274150069?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/9149568865274150069/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/da-amiga-poetisa-leontina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/9149568865274150069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/9149568865274150069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/da-amiga-poetisa-leontina.html' title='DA AMIGA POETISA LEONTINA'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrDEs9VtT_I/AAAAAAAAI0Q/s2xa-PdWcVI/s72-c/9087242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-4317345683579170751</id><published>2009-09-16T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T03:50:59.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMBETA MINEIRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrDCupiQ1UI/AAAAAAAAI0I/Y9vBKCWRMbw/s1600-h/scan0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382015661387076930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrDCupiQ1UI/AAAAAAAAI0I/Y9vBKCWRMbw/s400/scan0050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrDAc1s0a8I/AAAAAAAAI0A/gkjYQY1wCWU/s1600-h/Picture+2460.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Este nosso amigo do Cambeta&lt;br /&gt;é um verdadeiro mineiro,&lt;br /&gt;e com sua velha picareta&lt;br /&gt;tem desbravado o mundo inteiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas minas tem explorado&lt;br /&gt;e algum ouro recolhido&lt;br /&gt;outras as tem desactivado&lt;br /&gt;e algumas fazendo explodindo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas antes de ser mineiro&lt;br /&gt;outra actividade iniciou&lt;br /&gt;começou ele por meceeiro&lt;br /&gt;depois no exército se alistou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas minas descobriu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;e nelas então trabalhou&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;riquezas muitas ele viu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;e nos sete máres navegou&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com ouro e prata foi condecorado&lt;br /&gt;esse ilustre mineiro&lt;br /&gt;e andando sempre armado&lt;br /&gt;no tiro era o primeiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Agora que as minas faliram&lt;br /&gt;arrumou sua picareta&lt;br /&gt;e os amigos lhe pediram&lt;br /&gt;para voltar a ser Cambeta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ao seu pedido respondendo&lt;br /&gt;à jardinagem se dedicou&lt;br /&gt;vendo suas flores florecendo&lt;br /&gt;que com seu amor plantou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mineiro este afamado&lt;br /&gt;que Minas Gerais tão bem conhece&lt;br /&gt;por lá ficando encurrado&lt;br /&gt;e teve aquilo que merece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ele de tudo explorou&lt;br /&gt;desde o ouro ao carvão&lt;br /&gt;sua mina em Portugal fechou&lt;br /&gt;por sofer do coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mas cá o mineiro do Cambeta&lt;br /&gt;continua em acividade&lt;br /&gt;agora usando a caneta&lt;br /&gt;vivendo de criatividade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Novas minas explorando&lt;br /&gt;tentando não ser explorado&lt;br /&gt;e a vida sempre amando&lt;br /&gt;nela vai vivendo mais refastelado&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ao dinheiro pouco liga&lt;br /&gt;tem a fortuna no coração&lt;br /&gt;mas a vida lá o obriga&lt;br /&gt;a ter da bolsa que abrir o cordão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tudo fazes com paixão&lt;br /&gt;esse nobre mineiro&lt;br /&gt;sua vida é uma canção&lt;br /&gt;em que a amizade está primeiro&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-4317345683579170751?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/4317345683579170751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/cambeta-mineiro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/4317345683579170751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/4317345683579170751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/cambeta-mineiro.html' title='CAMBETA MINEIRO'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrDCupiQ1UI/AAAAAAAAI0I/Y9vBKCWRMbw/s72-c/scan0050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-1711429413805285120</id><published>2009-09-16T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T03:32:30.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PONTEIROS DO RELÓGIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrC8u4wPuDI/AAAAAAAAIz4/K0Hd6sEGAeo/s1600-h/VORA_E~1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382009068402489394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrC8u4wPuDI/AAAAAAAAIz4/K0Hd6sEGAeo/s400/VORA_E~1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te aguardo com ansiedade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e os ponteiros do relógio mirando,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me parece uma eternidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e eu aqui te esperando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cada segundo que passa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;faz palpitar meu coração&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talvez o faça por graça&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chamando à atenção&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fecho os olhos, e ali estás&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não passa de uma ilusão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pois sei que com outro estarás&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;martirizando meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sei que junto não estaremos,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mas nunca perderei a esperança,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sei até o que poderemos,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;com amor tudo se alcança&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ordeno ao tempo para parar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas os ponteiros não obedecem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nem minha dor quer sarar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nem minhas mãos elas aquecem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Faz um frio de gelar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;e eu na praça parado&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sabendo que has-de de chegar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;junto a outro seu amado&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vejo as horas passar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;conto os segundos em vão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não deixarei de te amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sinto palpitar meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A noite essa vai chegando&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;se vai apagando a luz em meu sorriso&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;e os ponteiros do relógio sempre andando&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me faz ficar tonto sem juizo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O meu pensamento vagueia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;olhos as horas mas em vão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vejo tudo o que me rodeia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me dá aperto no coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ah!... relógio malfadado&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;que horas continuas a dar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;não passo de um desgraçado&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;desejoso de teu olhar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bloqueio o caminho das lágrimas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meus olhos embanciados estão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aguardando teus beijos, tuas dádivas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sabendo que não voltarão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meu pensamento vai vagueando&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;recordando tempos de outrora&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sofro porque vou amando&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ficarei até ao nascer da aurora&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relógio amigo, fiel, sempre correndo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não paras para descansar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vê que eu, estou sofrendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sem saber se hei-de amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teus ponteiros,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;se cruzam no tempo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;são solidários e companheiros&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eu parado não aguento&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vislumbro uma sombra familiar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que para mim se vem dirigindo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vejo perto o seu olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ou será que está fugindo!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Não!... ela ali está alegre e sorridente&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seu relógio tinha parado&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;foi só isso simplesmente&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;não esquecendo o seu amado&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O tempo para mim parou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e logo ali nos beijámos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feliz é quem sempre amou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e os segundos já não contámos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Os ponteiros se uniram&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;em bela relação de amor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;e pela vida assim seguiram&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cheios de vida de alegria e de calor. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-1711429413805285120?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/1711429413805285120/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/ponteiros-do-relogio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/1711429413805285120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/1711429413805285120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/ponteiros-do-relogio.html' title='PONTEIROS DO RELÓGIO'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrC8u4wPuDI/AAAAAAAAIz4/K0Hd6sEGAeo/s72-c/VORA_E~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-7602595474031988665</id><published>2009-09-16T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T03:22:09.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OLHOS VERDES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrC7VSzxwRI/AAAAAAAAIzw/i-Z2CZne7NA/s1600-h/2330+olhos+verdes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382007529208398098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrC7VSzxwRI/AAAAAAAAIzw/i-Z2CZne7NA/s400/2330+olhos+verdes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quando olho os teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Vejo a montanha, vejo o mar&lt;br /&gt;Ficam os meus olhos cegos&lt;br /&gt;Por tanto os teus amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Esses olhos tão brilhantes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;E meigos na expressão&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Foram eles que prenderam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;O meu pobre coração&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São verdes os teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Esperança a sua cor&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me leve que nem nuvem&lt;br /&gt;Neste universo de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Universo que é só nosso&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Esse segredo que guardamos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A nós dois está limitado&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Porque somos nós que nos amamos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que mistério é este, que mistério&lt;br /&gt;Que me passa pela alma, meus Deus&lt;br /&gt;Sinto algo estranho em mim&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que olho os olhos teus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eles têm um olhar tão quente&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Como fogo que arde sem queimar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Deixa-me arder nesse fogo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;E aos teus olhos amar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi-te sem te ver&lt;br /&gt;Que coisa estranha esta&lt;br /&gt;Tocar-te sem te tocar&lt;br /&gt;E é isto que me resta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quero ver-te, quero tocar-te&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mais não posso esperar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A ansiedade é grande podes crer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;E os olhos verdes quero beijar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arménio Cruz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-7602595474031988665?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/7602595474031988665/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/olhos-verdes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/7602595474031988665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/7602595474031988665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/olhos-verdes.html' title='OLHOS VERDES'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrC7VSzxwRI/AAAAAAAAIzw/i-Z2CZne7NA/s72-c/2330+olhos+verdes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-843788792537183288</id><published>2009-09-16T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T03:17:15.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMOR ORIENTAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrC6YEM9CnI/AAAAAAAAIzo/2yGODVVmH5w/s1600-h/mirandoalmarfe3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382006477315443314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrC6YEM9CnI/AAAAAAAAIzo/2yGODVVmH5w/s400/mirandoalmarfe3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A TUA PELE PERFUMADA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PARECE UMA ROSA EM BOTÃO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SERÁS SEMPRE A MINHA AMADA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ESTÁ PLANTADA EM MEU CORAÇÃO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;ESSE TEU OLHAR AMENDOADO&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CHEIO DE TERNURA E CARINHO&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PROVÉM DE DEUS É ABENÇOADO&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ENCHENDO DE AMOR O NOSSO NINHO&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EXISTE EM TI A FRESCURA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DE UMA BRISA DIVINAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TENS UMA ALMA LIMPA E PURA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E UM CORAÇÃO MAGISTRAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;EM TI SINTO O AMOR&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NO TEU CORAÇÃO PALPITAR&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CRESCENDO COMO BELA FLOR&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PARA SEU PERFUME ME DAR&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;TUAS PÉTALAS SÃO MINHA PAIXÃO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ONDE ME POSSO REFUGIAR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;COM ELAS AFAGO MEU CORAÇÃO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FORTALECENDO O MEU AMAR &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-843788792537183288?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/843788792537183288/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/amor-oriental.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/843788792537183288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/843788792537183288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/amor-oriental.html' title='AMOR ORIENTAL'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SrC6YEM9CnI/AAAAAAAAIzo/2yGODVVmH5w/s72-c/mirandoalmarfe3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-7443311751941058735</id><published>2009-09-15T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T01:46:56.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GONDOLEIRO DO AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sq-by_x_NfI/AAAAAAAAIzA/MqzllcPdxx0/s1600-h/COMANDANTE+DE+DIVISAO.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 128px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381691380147893746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sq-by_x_NfI/AAAAAAAAIzA/MqzllcPdxx0/s400/COMANDANTE+DE+DIVISAO.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma amiga muita ladina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meu amor quis conquistar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;já não era uma menina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e para Veneza foi rumar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lá encontrou um gandoleiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e a ele tentou atracar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a bordagem que fez primeiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;essa haveria por falhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A meu navio quis atracar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas a abordagem falhou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pois eu tive que zarpar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e ela sozinha ficou !...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu, sem medo de naufragar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rumo certo vou levando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;baleias vendo passar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas sereias conquistando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muitos marés já percorri,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;peixes alguns encontrei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e para eles sorri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;minha rede até lancei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No anzol também cai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pois como a pescada é pescada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;baleias delas fugi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas meti na caldeirada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duas sereias encontrei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;agora estou amarrado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;delas não me libertarei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pois são doce bem amado &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-7443311751941058735?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/7443311751941058735/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/gondoleiro-do-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/7443311751941058735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/7443311751941058735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/gondoleiro-do-amor.html' title='GONDOLEIRO DO AMOR'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sq-by_x_NfI/AAAAAAAAIzA/MqzllcPdxx0/s72-c/COMANDANTE+DE+DIVISAO.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-4292303895213268827</id><published>2009-09-15T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T03:57:09.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEU PAI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sq9ygs5aXQI/AAAAAAAAIyw/ntBgoAX7Ey8/s1600-h/scan0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381645985864375554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sq9ygs5aXQI/AAAAAAAAIyw/ntBgoAX7Ey8/s400/scan0064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MEU PAI, HOJE E SEMPRE TE RECORDAREI&lt;br /&gt;COM AMOR E MUITA SAUDADE&lt;br /&gt;TE JAMAIS ME ESQUECEREI&lt;br /&gt;TU ME DEIXAS-TE AINDA DE TENRA IDADE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAZ HOJE 55 ANOS QUE PARTIS-TES&lt;br /&gt;DANDO A ALMA AO CRIADOR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TU CRESCER JÁ NÃO NOS VISTES&lt;br /&gt;FICOU CONOSCO ESSA GRANDE DOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COM ESFORÇO AMOR E CARINHO&lt;br /&gt;NOSSA MÃE NOS FOI CRIANDO&lt;br /&gt;NAQUELA CASA QUE FOI TEU NINHO&lt;br /&gt;E SEMPRE PELA VIDA LUTANDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUITO ELA SE SACRIFICOU&lt;br /&gt;PARA TUDO NOS PODER DAR&lt;br /&gt;TEU AMOR NUNCA ABANDONOU&lt;br /&gt;A TEUS SEUS SEUS DIAS FINDAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO SEU SEIO BEM LONGE PARTI&lt;br /&gt;PARA NUNCA MAIS VOLTAR&lt;br /&gt;SAUDADES ESSAS SENTI&lt;br /&gt;MUITAS VEZES A FUI VISITAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JÁ VELHINHA E CANSADA&lt;br /&gt;SEMPRE AMOR NOS DEDICOU&lt;br /&gt;POR DEUS FOI ENTÃO CHAMADA&lt;br /&gt;E A TI NO CÉU SE JUNTOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUARDO DE TI A RECORDAÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;NA OFICINA TRABALHANDO&lt;br /&gt;COM AS BOTAS E SAPATOS SEMPRE À MÃO&lt;br /&gt;E COM AMOR SEMPRE NOS AMANDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOJE SOU TAMBÉM UM PAI E AVÔ&lt;br /&gt;E SEI QUANTO AMOR AOS FILHOS SE TÊM&lt;br /&gt;E CAMINHANDO NA VIDA CÁ VOU&lt;br /&gt;DANDO E RECEBENDO AMOR COMO CONVÉM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEM ACHA MEU QUERIDO PAI&lt;br /&gt;QUE O SER ME CONCEDES-TES&lt;br /&gt;MEU RECONHECIMENTO AQUI VAI&lt;br /&gt;POIS SEMPRE TU O MERECES-TES &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Nota meu querido pai deu a alma ao criador no mês de Junho de 1952)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-4292303895213268827?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/4292303895213268827/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/meu-pai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/4292303895213268827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/4292303895213268827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/meu-pai.html' title='MEU PAI'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sq9ygs5aXQI/AAAAAAAAIyw/ntBgoAX7Ey8/s72-c/scan0064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-5992485455191451930</id><published>2009-09-15T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T03:59:39.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PARABÉNS IRMANITA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sq9wwlv2TiI/AAAAAAAAIyo/VhQ4XnjEpH0/s1600-h/QUINTA+31-Renato+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381644059799866914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sq9wwlv2TiI/AAAAAAAAIyo/VhQ4XnjEpH0/s400/QUINTA+31-Renato+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PARABÉNS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da Tailândia – Sara Buri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;onde girasois vim comtemplar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu de ti não me esqueci&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não deixando de telefonar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pois nesta quadra tão bonita&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;meus parabéns quis dar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a minha querida irmã linita&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;e feliz dia desejar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem cedo te despertei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para contigo falar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;da cama te levantei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;desculpas vou apresentar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lá na quinta com amor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rancho melhorado vais fazer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tu o fazes com humano calor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;para com a familia comer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pena não estar presente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas a vida é mesmo assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu cá fico no oriente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas nunca esquecendo de ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prenda não enviei&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mas o mais essencial&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;foi o carinho que revelei&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bem longe de Portugal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não pude estar presente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como sempre acontece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não o estou fisícamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;por isso meu coração padece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sei que belo dia passas-te&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;e tua madrinha compareceu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;desta forma te alegras-te&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nesse mundo que é tão teu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais uma rosa do colhes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tedeste jardim que é a vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rosa bela que mereces-te&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;por seres uma mana querida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;E eu, em jeito de poesia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;estas quadras fui escrever&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;outra coisa fazer não podia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;por de ti não me esquecer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aqui ficam meus desejos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para este dia se repetir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;te envio mil beijos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;certo que se irá cumprir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adeus minha querida irmã&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;felicidades quero dar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;e que hoje, amanhã&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;e sempre amor possamos compartilhar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da Tailândia com amor aos 5 deNovembro de 2005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-5992485455191451930?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sq9wwlv2TiI/AAAAAAAAIyo/VhQ4XnjEpH0/s72-c/QUINTA+31-Renato+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-5976063502569968417</id><published>2009-09-14T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:08:52.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ESTA NOITE TIVE UM SONHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sq8u-vpDjvI/AAAAAAAAIws/HHK5EkaSbhQ/s1600-h/Fotos+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381571735206465266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sq8u-vpDjvI/AAAAAAAAIws/HHK5EkaSbhQ/s400/Fotos+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esta noite tive um sonho!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;um sonho lindo belo maravilhoso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei ser um Arcanjo do Senhor!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e lá nos reinos dos céus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fui incumbido pelo Redentor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de descer até Bogarréus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com prazer e muito amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;logo sua ordem fui cumprir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;criando em mim uma aura de esplendor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e a dor aos outros abulir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E então os céus cruzei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e à porta da Rua Estreita fui bater&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e foi lá que encontrei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o Arménio a sofrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas logo uma luz divinal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;toda a sua casa iluminou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;terminava assim seu padecimento, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seu male logo da cadeira se levantou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao chão se deitou e ajoelhou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dando Graças a Deus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;depois, a mim se abraçou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chorando nos braços meus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa fé e essa luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que toda a casa cobriu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iluminou a familia Cruz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e paz e saúde lhes concedeu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu de novo ao céus subi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e eles, olhando para mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu para eles sorri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e disse adeus a esse novo Querubim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomara um Arcanjo eu ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para as pessoas auxiliar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e assim com meu poder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meus sonhos realizar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acordei desse sonho maravilhoso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e a Deus então pedi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que seja com meu afilhado caridoso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e se realize o sonho que eu vi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-5976063502569968417?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/5976063502569968417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/esta-noite-tive-um-sonho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/5976063502569968417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/5976063502569968417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sq8so-xJf6I/AAAAAAAAIwk/0FhhfMaCcns/s1600-h/43.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381569162286563234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sq8so-xJf6I/AAAAAAAAIwk/0FhhfMaCcns/s400/43.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por tanto amar a verdadeno &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dia do anjo Hahahel nasci,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;adorando a liberdade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;caluniadores e inimigos combati&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cumprindo minhas obrigações&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;com sabedoria para discernir e julgar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;vou cumprindo minhas missões&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tendo meu anjo para me ajudar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho uma missão cumprir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a palavra do Senhor expalhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de meus pecados me redimir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e aos necessitados ajudar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Agindo sempre em harmonia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;com as leis do universo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;e tendo Deus por companhia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;vivo simples nada perverso&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho uma imensa energia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e a emprego no bem comum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gosto de transmitir, paz e alegriao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;faço com amor, sem esforço algum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;À espiratualidade estou ligado&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;buscando a palavra de Jesus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me sinto um anjo, um felizardo,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;carregando minha leve cruz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na vida vou caminhando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;com alegria e muito amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a todos sempre ajudando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;na paz de Nosso Senhor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-8954142205171380991?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/8954142205171380991/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/amando-verdade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/8954142205171380991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5880964760424704556/posts/default/8954142205171380991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/amando-verdade.html' title='AMANDO A VERDADE'/><author><name>MACAU BANGKOK O MAR DO POETA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021229269069279379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6TqIdTjElk/TyPUuMdyivI/AAAAAAAApww/ox86HpHn1-0/s220/Cambeta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sq8so-xJf6I/AAAAAAAAIwk/0FhhfMaCcns/s72-c/43.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-7271132348328202484</id><published>2009-09-14T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:14:11.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MINHA PRIMEIRA ENCICLOPÉDIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sq8rqGG6NSI/AAAAAAAAIwc/xeMrmHYo7LM/s1600-h/Enciclopedia-set.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381568081925125410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sq8rqGG6NSI/AAAAAAAAIwc/xeMrmHYo7LM/s400/Enciclopedia-set.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A primeira enciclopédia que li&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;composta de quatro volumes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nela o amor eu aprendi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seguindo seus velhos costumes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tinha histórias com muitas virtudes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lelas todas eu quisera&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;uma da Maria Gestrudes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;outras da Pinto Guerra&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enciclopédia especial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;em Monte do Trigo editada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fazendo parte da cultura de Portugal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;era por mim muito estimada &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Muitas páginas desfolhei &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;aumentando minha cultura &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;de seus anais sempre gostei &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;foram para mim uma aventura &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Havia sempre um motivo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para suas páginas desfolhar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suas histórias um incentivo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para delas poder disfrutar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Em Évora um dia a deixei &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;numa parteleira bem arrumada, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;era pequena bem o sei &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;e pelo fogo foi devorada &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com suas folhas queimadas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o vento as cinzas espalhou &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;elas que foram tão estimadas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;da enciclopédia nada mais restou &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Comprei novas edições &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;e essas a estou lendo &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;estão recheadas de emoções &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;e a velha enciclopédia esquecendo &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-7271132348328202484?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/7271132348328202484/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/primeira-enciclopedia-que-li-composta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-4618030861007162825</id><published>2009-09-14T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:16:46.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MINHA PRIMEIRA SINFONIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sq8qJIy8P4I/AAAAAAAAIwU/ifi9Tda2ISg/s1600-h/Sinfonia+da+Alma+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381566416199368578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sq8qJIy8P4I/AAAAAAAAIwU/ifi9Tda2ISg/s400/Sinfonia+da+Alma+II.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando recordo quem era&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;da juventude que possuía&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fica a saudade e a quimera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e do amor que sentia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Foi tempo da juventude&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;de um amor mal amado&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;onde perdi a virtude&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;e por ti fui abandonado&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tinha um sonho de esperança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e muito amor no coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;perdi por fim a confiança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas são tempos que já lá vão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Parti como soldado&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nesta minha louca aventura&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;e a Macau fiquei ligado&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;com muito amor e ternura &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da música que havia em ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nenhuma nota ficou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a melodia saiu de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;só a recordação não apagou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fostes talvez a minha primeira sinfonia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;com os acordes desafinados&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;faltando-lhe a harmonia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dos acordes mal efectuados&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foste a lua minguante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sem luar para irradiar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fostes uma núvem errante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que meu coração viu passar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fostes verso, sem rima e sem balada&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;uma abstrata pintura&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;uma sinfonia inacabada&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;que no ar já não perdura&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fostes a minha ilusão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e o meu primeiro amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;porém, atraiçoas-te meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o feriste causando dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fostes o amor da minha vida&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a minha forte paixão&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nessa juventude vivida&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;perdido, sem ajuda nem compaixão&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fostes a luz que se apagou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quando de Évora saí&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;corrente que o vento levou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;desligando-me de ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Foste a dama que sonhava&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;o meu amor alentejanado&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fostes a ave que piava&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no ombro de teu namorado&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fostes a dama que eu queria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas a paixão essa acabou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e os acordem sem sintonia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fui tudo o que restou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Foi uma amor passageiro&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mas verdadeiro e sem igual&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;teve o condão de ser o primeiro&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;vivido em Portugal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Música essa que em mim findou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;outra balada fui ensaiar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e novo amor despertou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;na Ásia o vim encontrara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sinfonia continua porém,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sempre afinada e com condão&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;até Deus me levar para o além&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tenho este amor no coração&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5880964760424704556-4618030861007162825?l=alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/feeds/4618030861007162825/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alentejanocambeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/minha-primeira-sinfonia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5880964760424704556.post-9071574579293646691</id><published>2009-09-14T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:43:53.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QUERIA SER  SOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sq8pKA4z-aI/AAAAAAAAIwM/o9X5OQMPtaw/s1600-h/einstein-deus-luz.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381565331744749986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/Sq8pKA4z-aI/AAAAAAAAIwM/o9X5OQMPtaw/s400/einstein-deus-luz.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;QUERIA SER O SOL, FORTE E RADIANTE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PARA PODER ILUMINAR TEUS PASSOS, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SER PARA SEMPRE O TEU AMANTE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E TER-TE ETERNAMENTE EM MEU BRAÇOS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;QUERIA SER A LUA CHEIA!... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E COM MEU LUAR TE BANHAR &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SERES PARA MIM COMO UMA SEREIA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E CONTIGO NO MAR DO AMOR NADAR &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NÃO SOU O SOL NEM A LUA!... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOU SOMENTE UM SER AMANTE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;QUE TAL COMO A CHARRUA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LAVRA A TERRA AGONIZANTE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOU UM APRENDIZ DE PENSADOR, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;QUE NADA DE FILÓSOFO CONTÉM &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VIVENDO A VIDA COM AMOR &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AOS OUTROS FAZENDO O BEM &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TENHO O SOL E A LUA POR COMPANHIA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;QUE MEUS PASSOS VAI GUIANDO, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALIVIANDO MINHA AGONIA, &lt;/div&
