<?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-1076858575460047876</id><updated>2012-02-14T22:49:39.462Z</updated><title type='text'>ECOS DE PALAVRAS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-5876585207241647859</id><published>2012-02-13T00:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-13T00:06:09.278Z</updated><title type='text'>É Preciso...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6i9JgLaKi2A/TzhT6C1py8I/AAAAAAAACSg/lh-l752vepE/s1600/%25C3%2589%2BPRECISO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="303" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6i9JgLaKi2A/TzhT6C1py8I/AAAAAAAACSg/lh-l752vepE/s400/%25C3%2589%2BPRECISO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso reatarmos a paz de outrora &lt;br /&gt;Sermos socialmente justos e aceitáveis &lt;br /&gt;Sorrirmos nos alegres risos da aurora &lt;br /&gt;Sacudir tormentos, fardos inaceitáveis! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numa antevisão do futuro predestinado &lt;br /&gt;Estratégias ancoradas num mundo real &lt;br /&gt;Desaires confinados no sulco limitado &lt;br /&gt;Integrada concorrência de algo irreal! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejáveis atitudes lutam na esperança &lt;br /&gt;De crenças eficientes,causas idealizadas &lt;br /&gt;Contra asfixia e pressão, com vigilância &lt;br /&gt;Em cenas prováveis subtis atemorizadas! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negocia-se globalmente com temperança &lt;br /&gt;Afastam o grande descalabro de emoções &lt;br /&gt;Eliminam-se ideias nefastas de vingança &lt;br /&gt;E, valoriza-se a paz em todas as nações! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pintura: William Whittaker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-5876585207241647859?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/5876585207241647859/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=5876585207241647859' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/5876585207241647859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/5876585207241647859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2012/02/e-preciso.html' title='É Preciso...!'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6i9JgLaKi2A/TzhT6C1py8I/AAAAAAAACSg/lh-l752vepE/s72-c/%25C3%2589%2BPRECISO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-4218012719702763793</id><published>2012-02-06T18:57:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-09T20:19:33.175Z</updated><title type='text'>Jamais...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CyQkBEDEDgE/TzQqNxavUFI/AAAAAAAACSU/FIfoT3Ed_8g/s1600/paularego2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CyQkBEDEDgE/TzQqNxavUFI/AAAAAAAACSU/FIfoT3Ed_8g/s400/paularego2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamais soletrarei aqueloutro amor&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não suprimido na minha mente&lt;br /&gt;Recusarei a sustentar a minha dor&lt;br /&gt;Em meu beneficio previsto finalmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu carácter cingido, é dissimulação&lt;br /&gt;Algumas circunstâncias ininterruptas&lt;br /&gt;Mentecapto o sentimento do coração&lt;br /&gt;Entrego em considerações corruptas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sulco minha utopia na noite sonâmbula&lt;br /&gt;Envolvo aquele reconhecido semblante&lt;br /&gt;Imagino que vou conduzindo a gôndola&lt;br /&gt;No espaçoso mar encadeado, diamante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta visão finda no clarão do amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;Vergada pela melancolia, carpido amor&lt;br /&gt;Protesto que não voltaria mais acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Renego o instante se novamente aparecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema:   Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pintura: Paula Rego&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-4218012719702763793?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/4218012719702763793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=4218012719702763793' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/4218012719702763793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/4218012719702763793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2012/02/jamais.html' title='Jamais...!'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CyQkBEDEDgE/TzQqNxavUFI/AAAAAAAACSU/FIfoT3Ed_8g/s72-c/paularego2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-932779267173501361</id><published>2012-02-01T17:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-01T17:09:03.256Z</updated><title type='text'>Espelhos...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d0p2IVgjpfk/TylxjJlEv3I/AAAAAAAACR8/weggdtMdI6E/s1600/ESPELHOS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="309" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d0p2IVgjpfk/TylxjJlEv3I/AAAAAAAACR8/weggdtMdI6E/s400/ESPELHOS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espelhos fragmentados de mar&lt;br /&gt;Reflectidos em algodão molhado&lt;br /&gt;Em dor perene de algum cortejar&lt;br /&gt;Na altivez penetrante, desejado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deleite jubilado,salpicos de amor&lt;br /&gt;No trilho sublime do longo prazer&lt;br /&gt;Acatamentos idolatrados e, ardor&lt;br /&gt;Do momento cerato, surgia fazer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encanto único, sentidos gemidos&lt;br /&gt;Inédito,o tempo da lavrada paixão&lt;br /&gt;Beleza de corpos certeiros fluidos&lt;br /&gt;Regados na mui exaustiva lentidão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, lentamente o brilho no seu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Impávidos, ficaram sem esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Quais amantes convencidos a doar&lt;br /&gt;O que Universo lhes quis oferecer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pintura:Christoffer Wilhelm Eckersberg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-932779267173501361?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/932779267173501361/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=932779267173501361' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/932779267173501361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/932779267173501361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2012/02/espelhos.html' title='Espelhos...!'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d0p2IVgjpfk/TylxjJlEv3I/AAAAAAAACR8/weggdtMdI6E/s72-c/ESPELHOS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-832070776083910909</id><published>2012-01-22T16:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-22T16:49:03.140Z</updated><title type='text'>Pedidos...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dc_HqFGvQNc/Txw9GjJXo2I/AAAAAAAACRw/IMXqLVtgsbo/s1600/PEDIDOS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="375" width="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dc_HqFGvQNc/Txw9GjJXo2I/AAAAAAAACRw/IMXqLVtgsbo/s400/PEDIDOS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedi à noite para chamar as estrelas&lt;br /&gt;E escrevessem devagar o teu nome&lt;br /&gt;Surgiu no tecto do mundo oito delas&lt;br /&gt;Luminosas, ofuscaram o sobrenome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedi ao dia para ser mais benevolente&lt;br /&gt;Manter o céu da côr do mar e o avistar&lt;br /&gt;Sentir no ar aquela telepatia envolvente&lt;br /&gt;Sacudir as nuvéns para meu bem estar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai! Alma minha pesarosa, não albergou&lt;br /&gt;As oito estrelas que eu tanto ansiara&lt;br /&gt;Mas o destino impôs! E o que condenou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora! Sou sobrevivente de memórias&lt;br /&gt;Quimeras que subtilmente eu desejara&lt;br /&gt;Ficaram nas cinzas da minha história. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soneto: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Imagem: Google&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-832070776083910909?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/832070776083910909/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=832070776083910909' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/832070776083910909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/832070776083910909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2012/01/pedidos.html' title='Pedidos...!'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dc_HqFGvQNc/Txw9GjJXo2I/AAAAAAAACRw/IMXqLVtgsbo/s72-c/PEDIDOS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-8476028728734671815</id><published>2012-01-14T01:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-14T01:44:27.430Z</updated><title type='text'>Sementes de tranquilidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y16zmBBcZ6Q/TxDd82S7YYI/AAAAAAAACRg/EOc0uO5eOJ8/s1600/borisov_musatov_16_two_ladies%2Bsementes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="349" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y16zmBBcZ6Q/TxDd82S7YYI/AAAAAAAACRg/EOc0uO5eOJ8/s400/borisov_musatov_16_two_ladies%2Bsementes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minhas sementes de tranquilidade&lt;br /&gt;Adubadas com doses de amor&lt;br /&gt;Lavradas com intensa sanidade&lt;br /&gt;A colheita foi um alegre labor.&lt;br /&gt;Em êxtase, constante as observava&lt;br /&gt;Com crescido e enriquecido amor.&lt;br /&gt;Eis, as minhas espigas de trigo&lt;br /&gt;Que transporto sempre comigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na alvorada repleta de esplendor&lt;br /&gt;Encaminhadas por terras caprichosas&lt;br /&gt;Como foram elas harmoniosas&lt;br /&gt;Crédulas no enigma que as vigiava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspiro…&lt;br /&gt;Nas minhas madrugadas silenciosas&lt;br /&gt;Não ouço o riso da alvorada&lt;br /&gt;Nem o rasto das noites melodiosas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou...&lt;br /&gt;Desconsolada realidade neste desânimo&lt;br /&gt;As minhas espigas de trigo que tanto amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pintura: Boris- Musatov&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-8476028728734671815?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/8476028728734671815/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=8476028728734671815' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/8476028728734671815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/8476028728734671815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2012/01/sementes-de-tranquilidade.html' title='Sementes de tranquilidade'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y16zmBBcZ6Q/TxDd82S7YYI/AAAAAAAACRg/EOc0uO5eOJ8/s72-c/borisov_musatov_16_two_ladies%2Bsementes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-1079575633291573114</id><published>2012-01-05T13:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-05T13:26:28.253Z</updated><title type='text'>Sinais dos tempos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PVYmFLtgBkc/TwWk9WVIB2I/AAAAAAAACRI/2ttMhIR5w8g/s1600/124767055sinais%2Bdos%2Btempos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="272" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PVYmFLtgBkc/TwWk9WVIB2I/AAAAAAAACRI/2ttMhIR5w8g/s400/124767055sinais%2Bdos%2Btempos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murmuro ladainhas em dogmas de fé&lt;br /&gt;Acatamentos idolatrados por gentios&lt;br /&gt;Mutantes asfixiados, rebeldes e doentios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aspiro um sol sorrindo ao planeta doente&lt;br /&gt;Sufocado e tão mal amado, está demente&lt;br /&gt;Somente o Criador o salvará, comovente. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aguardo melancólica os sinais dos tempos&lt;br /&gt;Perspectivas lassas em gerações anteriores&lt;br /&gt;Pecadoras, transbordando em passatempos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caudais de esperança em sulcos de nuvens&lt;br /&gt;Ambições inconstantes num azul predominante&lt;br /&gt;Amedrontado futuramente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pintura: Iman Maleki&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-1079575633291573114?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/1079575633291573114/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=1079575633291573114' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/1079575633291573114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/1079575633291573114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2012/01/sinais-dos-tempos.html' title='Sinais dos tempos'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PVYmFLtgBkc/TwWk9WVIB2I/AAAAAAAACRI/2ttMhIR5w8g/s72-c/124767055sinais%2Bdos%2Btempos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-2663774375559238043</id><published>2011-12-22T03:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-22T03:54:39.163Z</updated><title type='text'>Esperança...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3u6fsQmed0/TvKp4wnDRMI/AAAAAAAACQ8/vLAaqDO7vhs/s1600/%2527%2527%2527%2527%2527%2527%2527%2527%2527%2527%2527pintura%2Bde%2BAlmada%2BNegreiros.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="224" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3u6fsQmed0/TvKp4wnDRMI/AAAAAAAACQ8/vLAaqDO7vhs/s400/%2527%2527%2527%2527%2527%2527%2527%2527%2527%2527%2527pintura%2Bde%2BAlmada%2BNegreiros.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doravante esperarei pela fragrância&lt;br /&gt;Dos amores-perfeitos e seu colorido&lt;br /&gt;Atordoará um coração sem ganância&lt;br /&gt;Do benefício injustamente perdido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decifrarei códigos e decisões finais&lt;br /&gt;Serei espia daqueles amores secretos&lt;br /&gt;Ocultarei com veemência os demais&lt;br /&gt;Cegarei as injustiças e seus degredos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca será tarde demais para soletrar&lt;br /&gt;Palavras abarrotadas de magnificência&lt;br /&gt;E minha imaginação serenou ao entrar&lt;br /&gt;Ânimo, esperança e certa coincidência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Entoarei triunfante o hino de glória&lt;br /&gt;Certo dia, decididamente o versejarei&lt;br /&gt;Coberta de pétalas de amores-perfeitos&lt;br /&gt;Considerarei a entoação a minha vitória. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pintura: Almada Negreiros&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-2663774375559238043?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/2663774375559238043/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=2663774375559238043' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/2663774375559238043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/2663774375559238043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/12/esperanca.html' title='Esperança...!'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3u6fsQmed0/TvKp4wnDRMI/AAAAAAAACQ8/vLAaqDO7vhs/s72-c/%2527%2527%2527%2527%2527%2527%2527%2527%2527%2527%2527pintura%2Bde%2BAlmada%2BNegreiros.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-2025667207347102734</id><published>2011-12-08T05:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-08T05:04:37.527Z</updated><title type='text'>Ameaças...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ithXecTEeok/TuBFVCnndgI/AAAAAAAACQU/Tlj9ATI7aCE/s1600/1299769456_167240691_8-PINTURA-ARTISTICA-SOBRE-TELA-PINTURAS-CLaSSICAS-OU-MODERNA--.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ithXecTEeok/TuBFVCnndgI/AAAAAAAACQU/Tlj9ATI7aCE/s400/1299769456_167240691_8-PINTURA-ARTISTICA-SOBRE-TELA-PINTURAS-CLaSSICAS-OU-MODERNA--.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resumo invocadas saudades&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          Ameaças no crepúsculo da vida&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          Em densas neblinas, verdades&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          Lamúrias padeci tão comovida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          Nos rasteiros actos de entrega&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          Avisto veemente na despedida&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          Depósitos na voz que carrega&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          Em sugerida palavra já sentida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          Desfilam imagens na memória&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          Incompreensão em tais atitudes&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          E gestos moderados de inglória.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          Escondidas quaisquer virtudes&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          Permanecidas assim em glória&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          E controladas certas ambitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soneto: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pintura: Pablo Picasso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-2025667207347102734?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/2025667207347102734/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=2025667207347102734' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/2025667207347102734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/2025667207347102734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/12/ameacas.html' title='Ameaças...!'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ithXecTEeok/TuBFVCnndgI/AAAAAAAACQU/Tlj9ATI7aCE/s72-c/1299769456_167240691_8-PINTURA-ARTISTICA-SOBRE-TELA-PINTURAS-CLaSSICAS-OU-MODERNA--.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-3692926556810107590</id><published>2011-12-01T02:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-06T19:32:52.742Z</updated><title type='text'>Rendição...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8vihaKAGMIY/TtbqHX3O-CI/AAAAAAAACPw/5Cp5xdTNlIA/s1600/Pintura%2Bde%2BLena%2BGal-%2BCantodaManha.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="331" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8vihaKAGMIY/TtbqHX3O-CI/AAAAAAAACPw/5Cp5xdTNlIA/s400/Pintura%2Bde%2BLena%2BGal-%2BCantodaManha.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloqueio toda minha essência&lt;br /&gt;Na obscuridade, é necessária&lt;br /&gt;Preciso! Sair desta indolência&lt;br /&gt;Procurar minha idéia contrária.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alertas! Em qualquer obstáculo&lt;br /&gt;Medito na minha transformação&lt;br /&gt;Combato resistências e cálculo&lt;br /&gt;Movimento! Toda esta emoção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benevolente com compreensão&lt;br /&gt;Inflexível no perigo! E ameaças!&lt;br /&gt;Aventureira em toda a perfeição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Render antecipadamente, Não!&lt;br /&gt;Estar atenta e evitar os perigos&lt;br /&gt;Agora! A sedentária de opinião.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soneto: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pintura: Lena Gal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-3692926556810107590?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/3692926556810107590/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=3692926556810107590' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/3692926556810107590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/3692926556810107590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/12/rendicao.html' title='Rendição...!'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8vihaKAGMIY/TtbqHX3O-CI/AAAAAAAACPw/5Cp5xdTNlIA/s72-c/Pintura%2Bde%2BLena%2BGal-%2BCantodaManha.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-3536149243877180022</id><published>2011-11-25T06:57:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-11-25T07:25:51.206Z</updated><title type='text'>Tragédia anunciada...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OmN9NgeDLUQ/Ts8_dy3tFtI/AAAAAAAACO0/oTVr57m_vGo/s1600/362_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OmN9NgeDLUQ/Ts8_dy3tFtI/AAAAAAAACO0/oTVr57m_vGo/s400/362_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus silêncios conspirados, duelos&lt;br /&gt;Tragédia anunciada, a noite faleceu&lt;br /&gt;Em conseguidos sonhos, pesadelos&lt;br /&gt;Repudiados! Assim que o dia nasceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em serena perplexidade, exclamarei:&lt;br /&gt;Doravante, os meus temores cairão&lt;br /&gt;Fertilizarei as sementes com mestria&lt;br /&gt;Pactos com os ventos do sul, ficarão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E em prostitutos versos, eu carpitarei&lt;br /&gt;Nos sons que em meu intimo albergo&lt;br /&gt;Os juizos memorizados que revelarei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiranias! Em abundância fui submetida&lt;br /&gt;Aterrorizada, prostrada e esperançada&lt;br /&gt;Anjos brancos presevaram- me mantida.                                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soneto: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pintura: Paula Rego&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-3536149243877180022?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/3536149243877180022/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=3536149243877180022' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/3536149243877180022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/3536149243877180022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/11/tragedia-anunciada.html' title='Tragédia anunciada...!'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OmN9NgeDLUQ/Ts8_dy3tFtI/AAAAAAAACO0/oTVr57m_vGo/s72-c/362_a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-1569989363721680839</id><published>2011-11-18T06:06:00.008Z</published><updated>2011-11-18T06:38:48.231Z</updated><title type='text'>Algo meu...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hQGkJ_l7AS8/TsX1ZPfeihI/AAAAAAAACN4/p7faaRdpqHk/s1600/Paula%2Brego.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="279" width="384" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hQGkJ_l7AS8/TsX1ZPfeihI/AAAAAAAACN4/p7faaRdpqHk/s400/Paula%2Brego.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu pensamento petrificado&lt;br /&gt;No refúgio das pregas dos lençóis&lt;br /&gt;Jamais algo foi realizado...&lt;br /&gt;O coração bate, estremece e dói.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A realidade apresenta-se com clareza&lt;br /&gt;O encanto de tantas ilusões desvanecera&lt;br /&gt;Atirara com a coroa de rara beleza&lt;br /&gt;Adornada de flores de laranjeira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vestido de noiva da brancura do cisne&lt;br /&gt;Num ímpeto de certeza ali foi rasgado&lt;br /&gt;Exalando um suspiro profundo e firme&lt;br /&gt;O meu futuro ali foi traçado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu olhar desdenhoso que atemorizou&lt;br /&gt;Uns lábios apertados e delimitados&lt;br /&gt;Na dor de alguém a quem muito amou&lt;br /&gt;Algo que não chegou a ser alimentado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração bate, estremece e dói&lt;br /&gt;No refúgio das pregas dos lençóis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pintura: Paula Rêgo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-1569989363721680839?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/1569989363721680839/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=1569989363721680839' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/1569989363721680839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/1569989363721680839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/11/algo-meu.html' title='Algo meu...!'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hQGkJ_l7AS8/TsX1ZPfeihI/AAAAAAAACN4/p7faaRdpqHk/s72-c/Paula%2Brego.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-6927211430644176578</id><published>2011-11-11T19:10:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-11-12T04:54:41.472Z</updated><title type='text'>Anda amor...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XRvIx1JqbMI/Tr3ykB7y6YI/AAAAAAAACMg/hlz6IPqu8P4/s1600/mulherRomantica.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="338" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XRvIx1JqbMI/Tr3ykB7y6YI/AAAAAAAACMg/hlz6IPqu8P4/s400/mulherRomantica.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O entardecer abeirou prematuro&lt;br /&gt;E no meu irracional pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Bajulei a voz de alguém maduro&lt;br /&gt;Afiançada permaneci sem alento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi o brado do próprio lamento&lt;br /&gt;Bátegas açoitam de transparência&lt;br /&gt;Na luminosidade de um juramento&lt;br /&gt;Regado com limpidez e paciência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forjei amor! Oscilado e insinuado&lt;br /&gt;Negando rancor à maré que alagou&lt;br /&gt;Meu clamor profundo tão magoado&lt;br /&gt;Adquirida a noção quem o fustigou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda amor, partamos, no horizonte&lt;br /&gt;Onde o céu e  mar estão enlaçados&lt;br /&gt;Tal como a água que corre na fonte&lt;br /&gt;Infinitamente, eternos enamorados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pintura: Ivanete zanini Borghezan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-6927211430644176578?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/6927211430644176578/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=6927211430644176578' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/6927211430644176578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/6927211430644176578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/11/anda-amor.html' title='Anda amor...!'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XRvIx1JqbMI/Tr3ykB7y6YI/AAAAAAAACMg/hlz6IPqu8P4/s72-c/mulherRomantica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-7403899974537267405</id><published>2011-11-03T04:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-03T04:18:03.923Z</updated><title type='text'>O verão já passou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8YfgyK1c3xg/TrIUXhGirRI/AAAAAAAACMI/TogdsKlJPyc/s1600/RICARDO_PAULA_mulher_4_2000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8YfgyK1c3xg/TrIUXhGirRI/AAAAAAAACMI/TogdsKlJPyc/s400/RICARDO_PAULA_mulher_4_2000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu! Que me fazes recordar&lt;br /&gt;A história de um grande amor&lt;br /&gt;Perdida, no silêncio do tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choro com nostalgia ao lembrar&lt;br /&gt;Que foste aquele por quem silencio&lt;br /&gt;Em devaneios de amor de Outono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu!- Foste o despontar do meu sol&lt;br /&gt;Ai!- O verão já voou como um lince&lt;br /&gt;E o verbo fez-se homem e mulher&lt;br /&gt;Que coabitaram o mesmo êxtase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E no fantasiar... &lt;br /&gt;Parto à  aventura do paraíso­&lt;br /&gt;Onde serei como a água do rio&lt;br /&gt;Que corre ondulante e transparente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nas juras de um amor eterno&lt;br /&gt;Abrir-se-ão as portas do céu&lt;br /&gt;Para socorrer almas amantes&lt;br /&gt;Que não viverão...&lt;br /&gt;Mais a história de um grande amor.&lt;br /&gt;Silenciada pela brancura dos cisnes&lt;br /&gt;Eternizada em pradarias de cristal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E no meu alvo lenço de cambraia&lt;br /&gt;Faço do adeus que nos une&lt;br /&gt;Uma ilha de gelo em pleno mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pintura: Ricardo Paula&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-7403899974537267405?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/7403899974537267405/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=7403899974537267405' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/7403899974537267405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/7403899974537267405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-verao-ja-passou.html' title='O verão já passou'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8YfgyK1c3xg/TrIUXhGirRI/AAAAAAAACMI/TogdsKlJPyc/s72-c/RICARDO_PAULA_mulher_4_2000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-8962696665424334518</id><published>2011-10-28T04:53:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T04:58:29.154+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Divina volúpia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Mm52tIFeZY/TqomqlrZXZI/AAAAAAAACL8/3NguIPshGMM/s1600/Naked%252520figures%2525202003%2Bvol%25C3%25BApia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" width="299" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Mm52tIFeZY/TqomqlrZXZI/AAAAAAAACL8/3NguIPshGMM/s400/Naked%252520figures%2525202003%2Bvol%25C3%25BApia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divina volúpia...&lt;br /&gt;Prazer dos sentidos no silêncio cúmplice.&lt;br /&gt;Manhã remota, na tranquilidade do momento&lt;br /&gt;Onde o amor marcou um encontro connosco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abençoados pelo grande espírito do amor&lt;br /&gt;trocámos, loucas palavras, tão abraçadas&lt;br /&gt;como uma explosão de apaixonadas almas&lt;br /&gt;tombadas, em cascatas de chuva de ardor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divina volúpia...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, tornada nuvem de memórias.&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;Poema: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pintura Carusso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-8962696665424334518?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/8962696665424334518/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=8962696665424334518' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/8962696665424334518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/8962696665424334518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/10/divina-volupia.html' title='Divina volúpia'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Mm52tIFeZY/TqomqlrZXZI/AAAAAAAACL8/3NguIPshGMM/s72-c/Naked%252520figures%2525202003%2Bvol%25C3%25BApia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-7145002891967463397</id><published>2011-10-21T18:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T18:08:10.413+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desassossego</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lB8cxRuuj-c/TqGm4VkIx-I/AAAAAAAACLI/PvozO2qi9yc/s1600/DarioCampanile%2BDario%2BCampanile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lB8cxRuuj-c/TqGm4VkIx-I/AAAAAAAACLI/PvozO2qi9yc/s400/DarioCampanile%2BDario%2BCampanile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desassossego imperativo na minha intuição&lt;br /&gt;Minha perspicácia com alertas silenciados&lt;br /&gt;Gemo as minhas dores que não têm solução&lt;br /&gt;Num peito martirizado e olhos carenciados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arremessar quimeras a novas benquerenças&lt;br /&gt;Credulidade em cortês vocábulo manuscrito&lt;br /&gt;Ensaio interpretação sem alguma parecença&lt;br /&gt;Na consciência de alguém por mim descrito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atributo homenagem lacónica ao labutador&lt;br /&gt;Fecundo em carácter benévolo embaraçado&lt;br /&gt;Omitindo! Ser grande respeitável orientador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquela outra movível mensagem esculpida&lt;br /&gt;Arrecadada! Meu âmago permanece lúgubre&lt;br /&gt;Desferindo soluços na minha veia entupida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soneto: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pintura: Dario Campanile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-7145002891967463397?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/7145002891967463397/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=7145002891967463397' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/7145002891967463397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/7145002891967463397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/10/desassossego.html' title='Desassossego'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lB8cxRuuj-c/TqGm4VkIx-I/AAAAAAAACLI/PvozO2qi9yc/s72-c/DarioCampanile%2BDario%2BCampanile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-7271532566070189320</id><published>2011-10-07T01:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T03:58:40.139+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A náufraga do tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7dYun41adSk/To5OogpCsZI/AAAAAAAACKk/Gmri4gW6q7I/s1600/Iman%2BMaleki-%2Bpintor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="296" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7dYun41adSk/To5OogpCsZI/AAAAAAAACKk/Gmri4gW6q7I/s400/Iman%2BMaleki-%2Bpintor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simulo o ócio em banais gestos&lt;br /&gt;Contidos nos meus oásis de memórias&lt;br /&gt;Serenamente vou narrando a minha história&lt;br /&gt;Resumida no apogeu de algumas glórias:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angariar do vento; A tranquilidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distribuir uma; Em oratórias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inundar- me; Nuns olhos da cor do mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir; O som da brisa com o seu palrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tanto que dou de mim e nada sobrou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuarei o trilho que me traçaram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem um gemido de mágoas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que cobraram de mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A náufraga do tempo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pintura: Iman Maleki&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-7271532566070189320?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/7271532566070189320/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=7271532566070189320' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/7271532566070189320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/7271532566070189320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/10/naufraga-do-tempo.html' title='A náufraga do tempo'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7dYun41adSk/To5OogpCsZI/AAAAAAAACKk/Gmri4gW6q7I/s72-c/Iman%2BMaleki-%2Bpintor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-5308486883238328006</id><published>2011-10-01T01:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T21:11:06.021+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Onda de vento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eqK97PuMzMU/ToZmKpm7EAI/AAAAAAAACKM/FWWKSLkPrRU/s1600/camponesa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="291" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eqK97PuMzMU/ToZmKpm7EAI/AAAAAAAACKM/FWWKSLkPrRU/s400/camponesa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observo as ondas do vento&lt;br /&gt;Nelas ouço o seu murmurar&lt;br /&gt;Escuto no meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Suspiros silênciados no ar&lt;br /&gt;Captados com melâncolia&lt;br /&gt;Há em nós existente harmonia&lt;br /&gt;E certa coincidente telepatia&lt;br /&gt;Que traz meu desassossegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cair nos precipícios da vida&lt;br /&gt;Uma realidade que faz cegar&lt;br /&gt;Inocentes crédulidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mágoa prevista e prematura&lt;br /&gt;Aguardo com o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;O escutar da hora madura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Espero- te.... onda de vento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Imagem: Google&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-5308486883238328006?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/5308486883238328006/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=5308486883238328006' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/5308486883238328006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/5308486883238328006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/10/onda-de-vento_01.html' title='Onda de vento'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eqK97PuMzMU/ToZmKpm7EAI/AAAAAAAACKM/FWWKSLkPrRU/s72-c/camponesa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-3927494377848200364</id><published>2011-09-24T03:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T03:48:09.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Entre conversas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o3T5DoRMAjw/Tn1E20op_CI/AAAAAAAACJ0/tCRac1_Ottk/s1600/Adolfo%2BPay%25C3%25A9s0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="314" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o3T5DoRMAjw/Tn1E20op_CI/AAAAAAAACJ0/tCRac1_Ottk/s400/Adolfo%2BPay%25C3%25A9s0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversas interrompidas temporariamente,&lt;br /&gt;No argumento que nos conduz à esperança&lt;br /&gt;Ah! O tempo passava por nós tão lentamente&lt;br /&gt;Na flexibilidade das nossas belas lembranças!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diariamente o meu semblante somente sorria&lt;br /&gt;Com palavras repletas de muito bom humor&lt;br /&gt;Saudades inquietas desses brevissimos dias&lt;br /&gt;Inquieta, contava as horas com muito fervor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejubilavam as alegres e brandas palestras&lt;br /&gt;Onde a palavra Alentejo sempre nos unia&lt;br /&gt;Íamos limando airosamente entre as arestas&lt;br /&gt;As saudades daquela imensa pradaria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero não ficar no lamentável esquecimento&lt;br /&gt;De alguém encontrado entre tantos virtuais&lt;br /&gt;De minha boca e coração não sairá lamento&lt;br /&gt;Se porventura não o encontrar... jamais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pintura: Adolfo Payés&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-3927494377848200364?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/3927494377848200364/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=3927494377848200364' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/3927494377848200364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/3927494377848200364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/09/entre-conversas.html' title='Entre conversas...'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o3T5DoRMAjw/Tn1E20op_CI/AAAAAAAACJ0/tCRac1_Ottk/s72-c/Adolfo%2BPay%25C3%25A9s0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-37924825345333511</id><published>2011-09-19T04:43:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T20:08:56.542+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperei- te...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R3ruOY1Ak8Y/Tna-xFTtz7I/AAAAAAAACJs/ETeBFcFtOeI/s1600/1278059013_99997266_1-Fotos-de--Quadro-pintura-sobre-tela-mulher-1278059013111111111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R3ruOY1Ak8Y/Tna-xFTtz7I/AAAAAAAACJs/ETeBFcFtOeI/s400/1278059013_99997266_1-Fotos-de--Quadro-pintura-sobre-tela-mulher-1278059013111111111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, esperei-te...&lt;br /&gt;em nuvens de algodão&lt;br /&gt;no efémero momento em que competi&lt;br /&gt;com o julgador&lt;br /&gt;de causas do coração.&lt;br /&gt;Não compareceste&lt;br /&gt;ao implorar por ti.&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o mar...&lt;br /&gt;do meu próprio pranto&lt;br /&gt;flutuei prostrada&lt;br /&gt;na minha essência.&lt;br /&gt;Evoquei,&lt;br /&gt;o instante do quebranto,&lt;br /&gt;moldada,&lt;br /&gt;revivi a minha penitência.&lt;br /&gt;Intentei!&lt;br /&gt;Olvidar a mão que acariciou&lt;br /&gt;meus cabelos de veludo &lt;br /&gt;acastanhados,&lt;br /&gt;face adocicada&lt;br /&gt;no odor de quem amou&lt;br /&gt;entre belos lençóis&lt;br /&gt;de seda engelhados.&lt;br /&gt;Secreto instante,&lt;br /&gt;Relembro existente.&lt;br /&gt;Ai! Que pesar,&lt;br /&gt;minha alma tão abatida.&lt;br /&gt;Eu! Chorei!&lt;br /&gt;De grande dor penitente&lt;br /&gt;ao divulgar um capítulo &lt;br /&gt;da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema:  Maria Valadas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-37924825345333511?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/37924825345333511/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=37924825345333511' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/37924825345333511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/37924825345333511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/09/esperei-te.html' title='Esperei- te...!'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R3ruOY1Ak8Y/Tna-xFTtz7I/AAAAAAAACJs/ETeBFcFtOeI/s72-c/1278059013_99997266_1-Fotos-de--Quadro-pintura-sobre-tela-mulher-1278059013111111111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-2951464531265494623</id><published>2011-09-14T04:40:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T20:10:59.108+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alheios</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XcX4z_floBI/TnAiIn_3SVI/AAAAAAAACIs/yOk-rmzy_PQ/s1600/tangopintura8yo0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="247" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XcX4z_floBI/TnAiIn_3SVI/AAAAAAAACIs/yOk-rmzy_PQ/s400/tangopintura8yo0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que ninguém tenha a ousadia de julgar &lt;br /&gt;Na ignorância de saber o que é o amor &lt;br /&gt;Em corações atrofiados para libertar &lt;br /&gt;As algemas invisíveis, amarras de dor! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperança que atravessa o mar e o céu &lt;br /&gt;Sonhos perpétuos de um qualquer dia &lt;br /&gt;Inebriados na melodia, não tiram o véu &lt;br /&gt;Em êxtase julgam que o timbre os cobria! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O véu de tule envolve seres apaixonados &lt;br /&gt;Transparente, como água da cascata &lt;br /&gt;Num arrepio alucinante estão separados &lt;br /&gt;Como uma árvore, alguém que os abata! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alheios ao que os envolve, vão rodopiando &lt;br /&gt;Apenas a música, única capa que os cobre &lt;br /&gt;Seus olhos semicerrados vão sonhando, &lt;br /&gt;Única causa que nesta história os move! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pintura: Autor desconhecido&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-2951464531265494623?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/2951464531265494623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=2951464531265494623' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/2951464531265494623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/2951464531265494623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/09/alheios.html' title='Alheios'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XcX4z_floBI/TnAiIn_3SVI/AAAAAAAACIs/yOk-rmzy_PQ/s72-c/tangopintura8yo0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-8642831538866873400</id><published>2011-09-08T05:35:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T07:20:12.107Z</updated><title type='text'>Levantada do chão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sUhcAFnVRxk/Ts9BfCQKXuI/AAAAAAAACPM/rDleUW3tFV8/s1600/Adolfo%2BPay%25C3%25A9s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187" width="270" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sUhcAFnVRxk/Ts9BfCQKXuI/AAAAAAAACPM/rDleUW3tFV8/s400/Adolfo%2BPay%25C3%25A9s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separados e unidos &lt;br /&gt;Algo nos alcança&lt;br /&gt;Ficaram marcas &lt;br /&gt;Das lembranças&lt;br /&gt;De sentimentos &lt;br /&gt;Vividos e corrompidos&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te! &lt;br /&gt;Só porque a ti te quero&lt;br /&gt;Só tu soubeste...&lt;br /&gt;Vergar a minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Levantada do chão &lt;br /&gt;Sorrio e espero&lt;br /&gt;Nesta ânsia... &lt;br /&gt;Que me acalma!&lt;br /&gt;Tristezas, &lt;br /&gt;O tormento abrigue&lt;br /&gt;Neste coração &lt;br /&gt;Doído e cansado&lt;br /&gt;Sou prisioneira&lt;br /&gt;Das garras do tigre&lt;br /&gt;Que também... &lt;br /&gt;Se encontra algemado.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo amargurada &lt;br /&gt;Consigo sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Quero procurar liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Essa que vou tentar conseguir&lt;br /&gt;Deixar os medos &lt;br /&gt;Viver de verdade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pintura: Adolfo Payés&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-8642831538866873400?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/8642831538866873400/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=8642831538866873400' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/8642831538866873400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/8642831538866873400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/09/levantada-do-chao.html' title='Levantada do chão'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sUhcAFnVRxk/Ts9BfCQKXuI/AAAAAAAACPM/rDleUW3tFV8/s72-c/Adolfo%2BPay%25C3%25A9s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-6124938298114394268</id><published>2011-09-01T17:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T17:29:35.921+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lágrimas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1sAG7KQWDc/Tl-y04oUYCI/AAAAAAAACHU/uc-cPCwXTuM/s1600/brusse-choro-homens-lagrimas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 362px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1sAG7KQWDc/Tl-y04oUYCI/AAAAAAAACHU/uc-cPCwXTuM/s400/brusse-choro-homens-lagrimas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647429079370326050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titubear vocábulo para extermí­nio&lt;br /&gt;Seleccionar a consciência, futuramente&lt;br /&gt;Melindrada, é o que no meu domí­nio&lt;br /&gt;Rege o manipulador de acção demente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autoridade agrilhoada prematuramente&lt;br /&gt;Adversidades minhas sem transgressões&lt;br /&gt;Desaires imprevistos, aos inconsequentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que conspirativo aquele pensamento seu&lt;br /&gt;Registar tudo o que quisera desconjuntar&lt;br /&gt;Sim! Sobrevivente do benefí­cio que temeu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuro refúgio no meu labirinto interior&lt;br /&gt;Sangue aquecido fervilha no muito amor&lt;br /&gt;Das lágrimas vestidas com o meu anterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pinrura: Brusse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-6124938298114394268?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/6124938298114394268/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=6124938298114394268' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/6124938298114394268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/6124938298114394268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/09/lagrimas.html' title='Lágrimas...'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1sAG7KQWDc/Tl-y04oUYCI/AAAAAAAACHU/uc-cPCwXTuM/s72-c/brusse-choro-homens-lagrimas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-2492078142613015531</id><published>2011-08-23T02:33:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T00:48:00.155+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplo o mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7W0WXG919ss/TlMI4WdfBZI/AAAAAAAACG8/F2pgDjVopEk/s1600/fig_Edward_Hopper09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 394px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7W0WXG919ss/TlMI4WdfBZI/AAAAAAAACG8/F2pgDjVopEk/s400/fig_Edward_Hopper09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643864522220307858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contemplo um mundo cruel e real&lt;br /&gt;Bátegas açoitam o meu semblante&lt;br /&gt;Nas cinzas da memória é essencial &lt;br /&gt;Guardar tudo o que seja consoante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De verso em verso ouço um palrar&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Minha mente suspira ao adejar&lt;br /&gt;Ambicionando estrutura no almejar&lt;br /&gt;Remeto bússolas para nos orientar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crédula, ouço o sinal de madrugada&lt;br /&gt;De rosa incandescente veste o céu&lt;br /&gt;Constante permanecerá a outorgada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confrontar brusca e rouca súplica&lt;br /&gt;Caminhantes, será pesadelo que tive?&lt;br /&gt;Triste humanidade, não sois única.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soneto: Maria Valadas &lt;br /&gt;Pintura: Edward_Hopper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-2492078142613015531?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/2492078142613015531/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=2492078142613015531' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/2492078142613015531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/2492078142613015531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/08/contemplo-o-mundo.html' title='Contemplo o mundo'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7W0WXG919ss/TlMI4WdfBZI/AAAAAAAACG8/F2pgDjVopEk/s72-c/fig_Edward_Hopper09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-285061297103787214</id><published>2011-08-15T03:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T04:07:32.080+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Doravante..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iJoh9ojIvaw/TkiNRGCgw6I/AAAAAAAACGM/kawuGfmPE80/s1600/antoinedevilliers1xk8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 349px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iJoh9ojIvaw/TkiNRGCgw6I/AAAAAAAACGM/kawuGfmPE80/s400/antoinedevilliers1xk8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640913858099987362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doravante esperarei pela fragrância&lt;br /&gt;Dos amores-perfeitos e seu colorido&lt;br /&gt;Atordoará um coração sem ganância&lt;br /&gt;Do benefício injustamente perdido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decifrarei códigos e decisões finais&lt;br /&gt;Serei espia daqueles amores secretos&lt;br /&gt;Ocultarei com veemência os demais&lt;br /&gt;Cegarei as injustiças e seus degredos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca será tarde demais para soletrar&lt;br /&gt;Palavras abarrotadas de magnificência&lt;br /&gt;E minha imaginação serenou ao entrar&lt;br /&gt;Ânimo, esperança e certa coincidência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Entoarei triunfante o hino de glória&lt;br /&gt;Certo dia, decididamente o versejarei&lt;br /&gt;Coberta de pétalas de amores-perfeitos&lt;br /&gt;Considerarei a entoação a minha vitória. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pintura: Antoine de Villiers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-285061297103787214?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/285061297103787214/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=285061297103787214' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/285061297103787214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/285061297103787214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/08/doravante.html' title='Doravante..!'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iJoh9ojIvaw/TkiNRGCgw6I/AAAAAAAACGM/kawuGfmPE80/s72-c/antoinedevilliers1xk8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-3114552365944335749</id><published>2011-07-25T04:17:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T04:31:00.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejos...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qS_QBRqDbNc/TizhsxoPBNI/AAAAAAAACEE/-ISzDQ-X_n4/s1600/mulher%2Bao%2Bluar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 385px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qS_QBRqDbNc/TizhsxoPBNI/AAAAAAAACEE/-ISzDQ-X_n4/s400/mulher%2Bao%2Bluar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633125393286235346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceifo, uma talhada do céu&lt;br /&gt;Limo, as nuvéns brejeiras&lt;br /&gt;Sugo rios de sol&lt;br /&gt;E, alargo em compassos de dança&lt;br /&gt;Ao olhar para lua verdadeira&lt;br /&gt;Subtilmente traiçoeira.&lt;br /&gt;Aparece...&lt;br /&gt;Sorridente&lt;br /&gt;Num ar envolvente.&lt;br /&gt;Ocasionalmente,&lt;br /&gt;Melancólica&lt;br /&gt;Em ar de hipócrita.&lt;br /&gt;Aparece vestida de luz&lt;br /&gt;Nela, nada me seduz.&lt;br /&gt;Em noite de breu...&lt;br /&gt;Não aparece no céu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relembro!&lt;br /&gt;As luas de outrora&lt;br /&gt;Eram...&lt;br /&gt;Uma incógnita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Imgem: Google&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-3114552365944335749?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/3114552365944335749/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=3114552365944335749' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/3114552365944335749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/3114552365944335749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/07/desejos.html' title='Desejos...!'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qS_QBRqDbNc/TizhsxoPBNI/AAAAAAAACEE/-ISzDQ-X_n4/s72-c/mulher%2Bao%2Bluar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-8795076765163671673</id><published>2011-07-10T04:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T04:17:25.601+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A ti... Mulher!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oKdLezLe8sw/ThkZub70eJI/AAAAAAAACD0/QsBnsqzlgEw/s1600/abaporu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oKdLezLe8sw/ThkZub70eJI/AAAAAAAACD0/QsBnsqzlgEw/s400/abaporu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627557494939482258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem, hoje a amanhã, procuradas&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  A acalentarem os humanos do futuro&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  Orientar estradas de vida despejadas&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  Ervas daninhas,ramificadas no muro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  Nas mulheres, sua seiva espalharam&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  Do seu ventre, sairão os julgadores&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  No mundo de vis guerras, carpitaram&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  Na esperança da vinda do Salvador!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  Crédulas, secam suadamente o tempo&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  Entregues ao amor de homens e filhos&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  Esquecem a sua existência sem lamento&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  Na certeza porém, de afastar os trilhos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  Da clareza da intuição, afastam castigos&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  Num aclamar exaltado, gritam às nações&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  Nas suas vozes são denunciados perigos&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  Para que não hajam lágrimas de paixôes!&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pooema: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pintura: Tarsila do Amaral&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-8795076765163671673?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/8795076765163671673/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=8795076765163671673' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/8795076765163671673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/8795076765163671673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/07/ti-mulher.html' title='A ti... Mulher!'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oKdLezLe8sw/ThkZub70eJI/AAAAAAAACD0/QsBnsqzlgEw/s72-c/abaporu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-2433822788490539798</id><published>2011-07-05T04:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T04:16:31.384+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Agonia..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s61erz9KOxo/ThKBpGjD24I/AAAAAAAACDc/wyMHSbZqZO8/s1600/453093pintura_de_uma_mulher%2Bbbbb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s61erz9KOxo/ThKBpGjD24I/AAAAAAAACDc/wyMHSbZqZO8/s400/453093pintura_de_uma_mulher%2Bbbbb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625701427671456642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acamo a longa agonia imperiosa&lt;br /&gt;                                Reflectida num esgar de lamento&lt;br /&gt;                                Neste cárcere estou mui sequiosa&lt;br /&gt;                                Não reparam no meu sofrimento!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               Oh gentes, ouçam: Eu quero sair&lt;br /&gt;                               Banhar-me no sol radioso exposto&lt;br /&gt;                               Desnudo e recordo o verbo emitir&lt;br /&gt;                               Abraço o vento ladear meu corpo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               Em extâse total: não sei quem sou&lt;br /&gt;                               Ludibriei, meu presente e passado&lt;br /&gt;                               Uma lágrima furtiva sempre rolou&lt;br /&gt;                               Com a lembrança do meu amado!&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;                               Revoltada com esta solidão imensa                         &lt;br /&gt;                               Já não quero recordar mais nada&lt;br /&gt;                               Vivo embrenhada em névoa densa&lt;br /&gt;                               Como uma flor coberta de geada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema: Maria Valadas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-2433822788490539798?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/2433822788490539798/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=2433822788490539798' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/2433822788490539798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/2433822788490539798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/07/agonia.html' title='Agonia..!'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s61erz9KOxo/ThKBpGjD24I/AAAAAAAACDc/wyMHSbZqZO8/s72-c/453093pintura_de_uma_mulher%2Bbbbb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-7437595305703778958</id><published>2011-07-01T02:36:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T02:53:15.927Z</updated><title type='text'>Folha nua...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SbLDocxM1IU/Ttbr-290rLI/AAAAAAAACP8/UsEXjxfcj5A/s1600/pic1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SbLDocxM1IU/Ttbr-290rLI/AAAAAAAACP8/UsEXjxfcj5A/s400/pic1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alargo as margens ao meu silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Ao sentir a brasa a desfazer em cinza&lt;br /&gt;Bebo o néctar...&lt;br /&gt;Do meu poema mutilado&lt;br /&gt;E a folha nua espera...&lt;br /&gt;Que a vistam de palavras&lt;br /&gt;E de enredos...&lt;br /&gt;Manchados pela passagem do tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Imunda...&lt;br /&gt;Derramei...&lt;br /&gt;Num mar de águas profundas&lt;br /&gt;O clamor da revolta naufragada&lt;br /&gt;Silenciada pela espuma das ondas&lt;br /&gt;Onde me deleito e acaricio&lt;br /&gt;Nos últimos raios de um entardecer&lt;br /&gt;Que fustigam...&lt;br /&gt;Toda a minha existência anónima&lt;br /&gt;Neste paraíso terrestre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a folha nua espera... que a vistam de palavras.&lt;/em&gt;                                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pintura: Google&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-7437595305703778958?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/7437595305703778958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=7437595305703778958' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/7437595305703778958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/7437595305703778958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/07/folha-nua.html' title='Folha nua...!'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SbLDocxM1IU/Ttbr-290rLI/AAAAAAAACP8/UsEXjxfcj5A/s72-c/pic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-6280014156446268677</id><published>2011-06-24T03:13:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T06:00:18.975+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuva de estrelas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LD16PqgOo5k/TgVrPBxvv4I/AAAAAAAACCk/rLVMyyhHjd4/s1600/ArtemisiaSelfP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LD16PqgOo5k/TgVrPBxvv4I/AAAAAAAACCk/rLVMyyhHjd4/s400/ArtemisiaSelfP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622017615761227650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandes nacos de céu, vestidos de luto&lt;br /&gt;Aquela chuva de estrelas, multicolores&lt;br /&gt;Abraçando alegria naquele grande vulto&lt;br /&gt;Abismado... Com as mais variadas cores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cubro o meu sorriso na noite diamante&lt;br /&gt;Mãos erguidas... Para o tecto do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Danço, coberta de estrelas cintilantes&lt;br /&gt;Abarco a área com meu olhar profundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre uns e outros... Um pequeno nada&lt;br /&gt;Eu! Expectante na grande noite sideral&lt;br /&gt;Degusto extasiada a gota da limonada&lt;br /&gt;Que me transporta para o mundo real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pincelada, a aurora nasce prematura&lt;br /&gt;O sol raiando, tapa a noite encantada&lt;br /&gt;Apagando...os vestígios desta aventura&lt;br /&gt;À noite de luar por mim tão suspirada!&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pintura: Susan Vreeland&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-6280014156446268677?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/6280014156446268677/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=6280014156446268677' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/6280014156446268677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/6280014156446268677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/06/chuva-de-estrelas.html' title='Chuva de estrelas'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LD16PqgOo5k/TgVrPBxvv4I/AAAAAAAACCk/rLVMyyhHjd4/s72-c/ArtemisiaSelfP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-331245917965449417</id><published>2011-06-12T03:08:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T03:15:39.612+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Soneto... Para ti... Mãe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1VPbmipWwKY/TfQgd1iFdtI/AAAAAAAACAo/0TjvhGpVDfE/s1600/BALTHUS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 342px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1VPbmipWwKY/TfQgd1iFdtI/AAAAAAAACAo/0TjvhGpVDfE/s400/BALTHUS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617150332196189906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contemplo esse sorriso diáfano&lt;br /&gt;Que me transmite tranquilidade&lt;br /&gt;Sou a carta, perdida no baralho&lt;br /&gt;Pretendo um pouco de felicidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre a cortina de névoa cerrada&lt;br /&gt;Procuro nostálgica as tuas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Sensibilizada o quanto fui amada&lt;br /&gt;Apertar-te contra o meu coração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sinto tua fresca fragrância&lt;br /&gt;Na tua pele formosa e aveludada&lt;br /&gt;Nos meus beijos, dados com ânsia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu derradeiro riso de temperança&lt;br /&gt;Dirigido a duas rosas muito amadas&lt;br /&gt;Jamais!- Sairá da minha lembrança!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soneto: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pintura: Balthus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-331245917965449417?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/331245917965449417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=331245917965449417' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/331245917965449417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/331245917965449417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/06/soneto-para-ti-mae.html' title='Soneto... Para ti... Mãe!'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1VPbmipWwKY/TfQgd1iFdtI/AAAAAAAACAo/0TjvhGpVDfE/s72-c/BALTHUS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-6007458317522052368</id><published>2011-05-30T07:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T07:44:34.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Escrivão de armadilhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i0XTIcL5CoU/TeM8xs6liFI/AAAAAAAAB-U/71Cleil8kTo/s1600/7_ANIVERSARIO_tereza_trigalhos_ilha_dos_imortais.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i0XTIcL5CoU/TeM8xs6liFI/AAAAAAAAB-U/71Cleil8kTo/s400/7_ANIVERSARIO_tereza_trigalhos_ilha_dos_imortais.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612396385201915986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decifrei aquele poema inspirador&lt;br /&gt; Nas tristes confissões femininas&lt;br /&gt; Alheadas do ingrato conspirador&lt;br /&gt; Tecendo versos,verdadeiras minas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Escrivão de orações e armadilhas&lt;br /&gt; Temente a Deus, confessa o poeta&lt;br /&gt; Merece ser deportado para as ilhas&lt;br /&gt; Desertas que não foram descobertas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Assim, a descrença vai minguando&lt;br /&gt; A mesma que o carrasco proclama&lt;br /&gt; Acredita na ironia descrita, quando?&lt;br /&gt; O pássaro voando, escreve e clama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sente- se injustiçado pela sua traição&lt;br /&gt; Oh, que injurias foi ele arremetido?&lt;br /&gt; Ouviu a consciência de um coração&lt;br /&gt; Uma voz sussurrar ao ouvido devido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Não tenho mais a escrever ao traidor&lt;br /&gt; Das minhas palavras não irá ler nada&lt;br /&gt; Fujo dele igualando como o caçador&lt;br /&gt; Injuriando desabafos, fico indignada.&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;Poema: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pintura:Tereza Trigalhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-6007458317522052368?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/6007458317522052368/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=6007458317522052368' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/6007458317522052368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/6007458317522052368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/05/escrivao-de-armadilhas.html' title='Escrivão de armadilhas'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i0XTIcL5CoU/TeM8xs6liFI/AAAAAAAAB-U/71Cleil8kTo/s72-c/7_ANIVERSARIO_tereza_trigalhos_ilha_dos_imortais.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-5184151080124504001</id><published>2011-05-24T02:38:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T03:24:07.131+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O fôlego dos poetas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l7vo9Ckd6XA/TdsWbrGK_DI/AAAAAAAAB9M/5fJGTwoEoG4/s1600/grande.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l7vo9Ckd6XA/TdsWbrGK_DI/AAAAAAAAB9M/5fJGTwoEoG4/s400/grande.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610102425500974130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venham ver...&lt;br /&gt;                                     Os pirilampos acordarem&lt;br /&gt;                                     Com o prosar lamurioso dos poetas&lt;br /&gt;                                     na noite desejada perpétua&lt;br /&gt;                                     E...&lt;br /&gt;                                     em labaredas fluentes&lt;br /&gt;                                     certamente impertinentes&lt;br /&gt;                                     emitem desaldamente alertas&lt;br /&gt;                                     envolvem- se em prosas poéticas&lt;br /&gt;                                     até o fôlego da poesia findar.&lt;br /&gt;                                     E...&lt;br /&gt;                                     ao cintilarem, &lt;br /&gt;                                     deixam- se encantar&lt;br /&gt;                                     a sua combustão inflamar&lt;br /&gt;                                     Esquecem...&lt;br /&gt;                                     que um novo dia está a despontar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Imagem: Google&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-5184151080124504001?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/5184151080124504001/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=5184151080124504001' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/5184151080124504001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/5184151080124504001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-folego-dos-poetas.html' title='O fôlego dos poetas...'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l7vo9Ckd6XA/TdsWbrGK_DI/AAAAAAAAB9M/5fJGTwoEoG4/s72-c/grande.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-166480058304320554</id><published>2011-05-19T04:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T04:04:18.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Medito no silêncio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cC0aA4JTOQ8/TdSIo6avYXI/AAAAAAAAB8c/LslPEF6IpV8/s1600/14pensador.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cC0aA4JTOQ8/TdSIo6avYXI/AAAAAAAAB8c/LslPEF6IpV8/s400/14pensador.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608257672440668530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medito no silêncio das palavras&lt;br /&gt;Das minhas intempéries ocultas&lt;br /&gt;Da peleja no labirinto do tempo&lt;br /&gt;Oculta na essência do meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Contraído em abismos de sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Naufragados no íntimo do meu ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despropositada ladainha que rezo &lt;br /&gt;No imperceptível gesto que retive&lt;br /&gt;Dele subsiste o vulto que carrego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprenderei novamente a bem-querer&lt;br /&gt;Na agitação do Inverno que profetisa&lt;br /&gt;Nas longas madrugadas que requerer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pintura: Autor desconhecido&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-166480058304320554?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/166480058304320554/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=166480058304320554' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/166480058304320554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/166480058304320554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/05/medito-no-silencio.html' title='Medito no silêncio...'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cC0aA4JTOQ8/TdSIo6avYXI/AAAAAAAAB8c/LslPEF6IpV8/s72-c/14pensador.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-6578032820854001599</id><published>2011-05-13T20:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T20:43:38.417+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartas de amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QkUBXuH-94E/Tc2J4I6J6iI/AAAAAAAAB7s/IZN0Z-8qTcM/s1600/tumblr_lhccoyWZbL1qfe7r9o1_400%2Bcartas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QkUBXuH-94E/Tc2J4I6J6iI/AAAAAAAAB7s/IZN0Z-8qTcM/s400/tumblr_lhccoyWZbL1qfe7r9o1_400%2Bcartas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606288708703218210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quis escrever uma carta de amor&lt;br /&gt;Antecipado o acto com tremor&lt;br /&gt;Inerente a esta vontade oprimente,&lt;br /&gt;Tremi qual adolescente!&lt;br /&gt;Não foi apenas uma…!&lt;br /&gt;Redigir uma dezena de cartas de amor&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma certeza atitude inconsciente.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, eu escrevi as desditosas cartas!&lt;br /&gt;Ai, que bem quisera não as ter enviado.&lt;br /&gt;Aos seres, por mim respeitados&lt;br /&gt;Certamente que teria evitado:&lt;br /&gt;Mágoa, dor, mácula e maldizer&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho absolvição na minha execução.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, em contestação com o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Quisera ocultar aos sóis esta sensação &lt;br /&gt;Que não conseguira camuflar em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Desde os tempos da minha virgindade&lt;br /&gt;Amei- o com genuína sinceridade.&lt;br /&gt;Agora, somente resta aquela saudade&lt;br /&gt;Do nosso palpitar de verdade&lt;br /&gt;Do que foi meu e… seu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ergo os olhar para o céu&lt;br /&gt;Peço perdão a quem sofreu&lt;br /&gt;Com estas malditas cartas de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não me tenham algum rancor,&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não as esqueci:&lt;br /&gt;As minhas cartas de amor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema: Maria Valadas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-6578032820854001599?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/6578032820854001599/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=6578032820854001599' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/6578032820854001599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/6578032820854001599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/05/cartas-de-amor.html' title='Cartas de amor...'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QkUBXuH-94E/Tc2J4I6J6iI/AAAAAAAAB7s/IZN0Z-8qTcM/s72-c/tumblr_lhccoyWZbL1qfe7r9o1_400%2Bcartas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-8844031759951513396</id><published>2011-05-07T01:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T01:24:15.380+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Extinguir a sombra...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--waQAmeF-vw/TcSQ4Y3LpEI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/Lu1xtZq5zl0/s1600/grav_mulher_olhando_espelho_e_vultom%2Bsombra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--waQAmeF-vw/TcSQ4Y3LpEI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/Lu1xtZq5zl0/s400/grav_mulher_olhando_espelho_e_vultom%2Bsombra.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603763134776714306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extinguir a sombra que me perturbou&lt;br /&gt;O que na época apelidou: Primavera!&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos pestanejam o que me roubou&lt;br /&gt;Do sol, fragrâncias de alecrim e hera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simular que nada aconteceu, cobardias!&lt;br /&gt;Missivas embelecidas num certo prosar&lt;br /&gt;Recebidas por mim, em escaldantes dias&lt;br /&gt;Sussurrei regozijos no possível esposar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh não! Ensaios de uma peça de teatro&lt;br /&gt;Arquitectada naquela lucidez asfixiante&lt;br /&gt;E chamou-me de primavera, o abstracto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do obsoleto amor, restou obscuridade&lt;br /&gt;Renegarei que foi oferecido o contrato&lt;br /&gt;Exigi! Conquistar aqueloutra felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soneto: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pintura: José Feldman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-8844031759951513396?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/8844031759951513396/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=8844031759951513396' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/8844031759951513396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/8844031759951513396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/05/extinguir-sombra.html' title='Extinguir a sombra...'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--waQAmeF-vw/TcSQ4Y3LpEI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/Lu1xtZq5zl0/s72-c/grav_mulher_olhando_espelho_e_vultom%2Bsombra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-6315511237682395561</id><published>2011-05-02T03:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T03:30:49.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Subconsciente...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RWteRRD0cVM/Tb4WoDte29I/AAAAAAAAB6Q/bZiKYiAFhTs/s1600/pensativa%2B%2B%2B%2B%2Bo_s_t_%2B120%2Bx%2B80%2B2010%2Broberto"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RWteRRD0cVM/Tb4WoDte29I/AAAAAAAAB6Q/bZiKYiAFhTs/s400/pensativa%2B%2B%2B%2B%2Bo_s_t_%2B120%2Bx%2B80%2B2010%2Broberto" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601939863942126546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Humedeço nas palavras coloridas&lt;br /&gt;                                                              Concebidas no meu subconsciente&lt;br /&gt;                                                              Agora, desmaiadas com as feridas&lt;br /&gt;                                                              Do tempo, onde estou inconsciente.&lt;br /&gt;                                                              &lt;br /&gt;                                                              Impávida neste amor tão idolatrado&lt;br /&gt;                                                              Semeado em terra tornada, estéril&lt;br /&gt;                                                              Por mim rejeitado em certo estrado&lt;br /&gt;                                                              No palco da vida concisa e tão fértil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                              Lavro e ardo o amor que lhe concedi&lt;br /&gt;                                                              Oh não! Na atitude tamanha e severa&lt;br /&gt;                                                              Mil tormentos padeci! E jamais cedi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                              E ele! Chorou dores do seu coração&lt;br /&gt;                                                              Seus olhos inflamados o suplicaram&lt;br /&gt;                                                              Bradou que não fizera alguma traição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soneto: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pintura: Roberto van der Ploeg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-6315511237682395561?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/6315511237682395561/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=6315511237682395561' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/6315511237682395561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/6315511237682395561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/05/subconsciente.html' title='Subconsciente...!'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RWteRRD0cVM/Tb4WoDte29I/AAAAAAAAB6Q/bZiKYiAFhTs/s72-c/pensativa%2B%2B%2B%2B%2Bo_s_t_%2B120%2Bx%2B80%2B2010%2Broberto' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-1660309600706270805</id><published>2011-04-20T02:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T02:38:50.679+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alinhavar versos... Prudentemente.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Onr3Ur7Yfc/Ta44_iCWFeI/AAAAAAAAB5o/g_NwUqY3C9w/s1600/mulher_a_escrever%2B%2B%2B%253D%253D%253D%253D%253D%253D%253D%253D%2Beste%2Bpra%2Bcolocar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Onr3Ur7Yfc/Ta44_iCWFeI/AAAAAAAAB5o/g_NwUqY3C9w/s400/mulher_a_escrever%2B%2B%2B%253D%253D%253D%253D%253D%253D%253D%253D%2Beste%2Bpra%2Bcolocar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597474050987660770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou alinhavar versos prudentemente &lt;br /&gt;                                                                    Para um encontro muito improvável&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    Com esta minha mente que desmente&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    A estrada da realidade não realizável!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   Alguém quis meu destino ali traçado&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   No instante em que viveu a semente&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   Germinada no colo já providenciado&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   Naquele sublime acto tão perpetuado&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   Fecundado num dia estéril e adubado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   Ah! No vácuo ficam as pobres letras&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   Lavradas por tamanho vil sentimento&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   Perecidas no mural do grande poeta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  Que reclama no estandarte do poder&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  Destruindo castas humildes intenções&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  Reza fel ironizado, não o soube conter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  Ser poeta não é somente ilustrar versos&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  Mas, vesti-los com tecido de sentimento&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  Enraizados por motivos mais dispersos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pintor: Borisov- Musatov&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-1660309600706270805?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/1660309600706270805/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=1660309600706270805' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/1660309600706270805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/1660309600706270805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/04/alinhavar-versos-prudentemente.html' title='Alinhavar versos... Prudentemente.'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Onr3Ur7Yfc/Ta44_iCWFeI/AAAAAAAAB5o/g_NwUqY3C9w/s72-c/mulher_a_escrever%2B%2B%2B%253D%253D%253D%253D%253D%253D%253D%253D%2Beste%2Bpra%2Bcolocar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-6986631737722173096</id><published>2011-04-14T01:28:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T01:38:33.957+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Semente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GXRHT12PETQ/TaZANvHUtXI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/L2ciSnBULWA/s1600/DSC_6375%2Bamendoeiras%2Bem%2Bflor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GXRHT12PETQ/TaZANvHUtXI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/L2ciSnBULWA/s400/DSC_6375%2Bamendoeiras%2Bem%2Bflor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595230191784080754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abençoada por me teres escolhido&lt;br /&gt;Na alameda de amendoeiras em flor &lt;br /&gt;Observavas aquele que tinha elegido&lt;br /&gt;Para me ofertar a semente do amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semente despontada com esplendor&lt;br /&gt;Harmoniosa, bela rosa amadurecida&lt;br /&gt;Hoje! Celebro, que doaste com amor&lt;br /&gt;Aquele primeiro instante da tua vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu sorriso de paz e concordância&lt;br /&gt;Evoco! O grande júbilo fundamentado&lt;br /&gt;Ao acondicionares na tua fragrância&lt;br /&gt;Comparência dum regaço procurado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genuí­na e singela, ofusca obstinados&lt;br /&gt;No coração alberga desmedida piedade&lt;br /&gt;Ah! A espada ofertada serve de arados&lt;br /&gt;Ao trespassar o caminho da verdade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abençoada por me teres escolhido...&lt;br /&gt;Na alameda de amendoeiras em flor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pintura: Eduardo Ferreira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-6986631737722173096?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/6986631737722173096/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=6986631737722173096' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/6986631737722173096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/6986631737722173096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/04/semente.html' title='Semente'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GXRHT12PETQ/TaZANvHUtXI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/L2ciSnBULWA/s72-c/DSC_6375%2Bamendoeiras%2Bem%2Bflor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-8953414021799216003</id><published>2011-04-10T06:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T00:40:35.125+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Presságios...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZaOBjPmelh4/TaE_BDeNz8I/AAAAAAAAB4A/Nlh4LChoowA/s1600/PaulaRego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZaOBjPmelh4/TaE_BDeNz8I/AAAAAAAAB4A/Nlh4LChoowA/s400/PaulaRego.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593821499515326402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pressagiar circunstância… &lt;br /&gt;Na minha ventura&lt;br /&gt;Prática que me persegue &lt;br /&gt;Desde a adolescência&lt;br /&gt;Actualmente &lt;br /&gt;Fui a atribulada na desventura&lt;br /&gt;De atrozes padecimentos&lt;br /&gt;Algures tão persistentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora! Quero amar… amar com obstinação&lt;br /&gt;Exclamar bem alto:&lt;br /&gt;O quanto fui amada!&lt;br /&gt;Não! Jamais imaginei alguma encenação&lt;br /&gt;Naquela missiva… &lt;br /&gt;Que por mim foi queimada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fertilizar com bálsamo…&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não é serôdio.&lt;br /&gt;Na minha prospectiva de existência de vida&lt;br /&gt;A sensibilidade…&lt;br /&gt;Não é adulterada com sódio&lt;br /&gt;Assim, respeito para sempre mui comovida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evito manifestar…&lt;br /&gt;Conclusões no desespero&lt;br /&gt;Aguardar a aliança, &lt;br /&gt;Por alguém prometida&lt;br /&gt;Gratificar ansiosos momentos que espero&lt;br /&gt;Questionar- me: &lt;br /&gt;Não! Já sou comprometida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pintura: Paula Rego&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-8953414021799216003?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/8953414021799216003/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=8953414021799216003' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/8953414021799216003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/8953414021799216003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/04/pressagios.html' title='Presságios...!'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZaOBjPmelh4/TaE_BDeNz8I/AAAAAAAAB4A/Nlh4LChoowA/s72-c/PaulaRego.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-2588170160049556365</id><published>2011-04-05T03:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T04:30:53.488+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Longínquas palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rWYppGFtpRw/TZqMW9Eq9tI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/-tSuiUNclYk/s1600/William_Merritt_Chase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rWYppGFtpRw/TZqMW9Eq9tI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/-tSuiUNclYk/s400/William_Merritt_Chase.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591936213313058514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão longínquas as palavras dos olhos teus&lt;br /&gt;Captaram instantaneamente os olhos meus&lt;br /&gt;Faíscas, incendiaram na escuridão do céu&lt;br /&gt;Quais pirilampos que ficaram com o troféu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arremessar juramentos em vocábulo orado&lt;br /&gt;Suplicado! Em contornos ilimitados por ti &lt;br /&gt;E eu! Contemplava para o teu rosto corado&lt;br /&gt;Apaixonado! Num pedestal, te ouvi e senti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dissimular o que ocultavas em vão, Ó não!&lt;br /&gt;Atitudes desditosas nem tiveram o perdão,&lt;br /&gt;Conforme, o impôs o meu infeliz coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desprezadas palavras tristes nos olhos teus&lt;br /&gt;Agora! Permanece somente a recordação &lt;br /&gt;Em pacificação magoada nos olhos meus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soneto: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pintura:William Merritt Chase&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-2588170160049556365?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/2588170160049556365/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=2588170160049556365' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/2588170160049556365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/2588170160049556365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/04/longinquas-palavras.html' title='Longínquas palavras'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rWYppGFtpRw/TZqMW9Eq9tI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/-tSuiUNclYk/s72-c/William_Merritt_Chase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-4009018668636625225</id><published>2011-04-01T08:47:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T02:52:14.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Silêncio complacente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RcHCWNHmBoM/TZWDfcvVCoI/AAAAAAAAB0A/sTiysHJWA1o/s1600/Mother-And-Child---1%2B%2BmARY%2BCASSAT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RcHCWNHmBoM/TZWDfcvVCoI/AAAAAAAAB0A/sTiysHJWA1o/s400/Mother-And-Child---1%2B%2BmARY%2BCASSAT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590519088764226178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       Silêncios de mágoas complacentes&lt;br /&gt;                       Num semblante protetor e ansioso&lt;br /&gt;                       Na inquietude do sono inconsciente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       Rebeldia geral sobre ténues atitudes&lt;br /&gt;                       Decifradas com destreza iluminada&lt;br /&gt;                       Afáveis gestos, aquelas vicissitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       Acatos exclusivos, só e unicamente&lt;br /&gt;                       Paralelos em sintonia incondicional&lt;br /&gt;                       Renovo em mim o que quis somente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       Revigorar a antiga energia esquecida&lt;br /&gt;                       Descoberta num olhar da cor do céu&lt;br /&gt;                       E num odor de água de rosa aquecida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       Adentro do meu excelso acatamento&lt;br /&gt;                       Um sorriso de esperança oferecida&lt;br /&gt;                       Em exaltação, saio deste isolamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pintura: Mary Cassalt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-4009018668636625225?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/4009018668636625225/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=4009018668636625225' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/4009018668636625225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/4009018668636625225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/04/silencio-complacente.html' title='Silêncio complacente'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RcHCWNHmBoM/TZWDfcvVCoI/AAAAAAAAB0A/sTiysHJWA1o/s72-c/Mother-And-Child---1%2B%2BmARY%2BCASSAT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-6216177767054929635</id><published>2011-03-27T04:43:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T04:58:39.758+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porto seguro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2csjrf1UFQ/TY6zSiLlSkI/AAAAAAAABzg/IYnCYW9j248/s1600/casal%2Bna%2Bchuva%2Bpintura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2csjrf1UFQ/TY6zSiLlSkI/AAAAAAAABzg/IYnCYW9j248/s400/casal%2Bna%2Bchuva%2Bpintura.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588601318607768130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu és o meu bom porto seguro &lt;br /&gt;                                                        Aquela mão que sempre acalma &lt;br /&gt;                                                        És a concha onde eu murmuro &lt;br /&gt;                                                        Segredos que me vão na alma! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                        Quão plácido, dás quanta ternura &lt;br /&gt;                                                        Reflectes chispas onde aqueço &lt;br /&gt;                                                        Ao observares-me com brandura &lt;br /&gt;                                                        Num suspiro ténue eu adormeço! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                        Quero oferecer-te um mar de rosas &lt;br /&gt;                                                        Em beijos ternos me salpicaste &lt;br /&gt;                                                        E nele irei escrever singelas prosas! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    Perpetuando a conciliação do momento &lt;br /&gt;                                                    Mestre do meu quotidiano foste sagaz &lt;br /&gt;                                                    Aprendiza fui na passagem do tempo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soneto: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pintura: Autor desconhecido&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-6216177767054929635?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/6216177767054929635/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=6216177767054929635' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/6216177767054929635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/6216177767054929635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/03/porto-seguro.html' title='Porto seguro'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2csjrf1UFQ/TY6zSiLlSkI/AAAAAAAABzg/IYnCYW9j248/s72-c/casal%2Bna%2Bchuva%2Bpintura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-2957787877120014763</id><published>2011-03-21T02:52:00.011Z</published><updated>2011-06-22T05:07:10.065+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Serena</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aRa5uHiycTo/TYbJx7dt1eI/AAAAAAAABwQ/HCdRzP1GRqk/s1600/Renir_-_La_songeuse_-_jeune_femme_assise_-_1877%2Brenoir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aRa5uHiycTo/TYbJx7dt1eI/AAAAAAAABwQ/HCdRzP1GRqk/s400/Renir_-_La_songeuse_-_jeune_femme_assise_-_1877%2Brenoir.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586374247412782562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em serena reflexão, espelhei-me na lua prateada&lt;br /&gt;Assombro! Aimanado como uma folha de Outono&lt;br /&gt;Amarelecida e rugosa, a ter como tecto a geada&lt;br /&gt;Eu! Que em alvoradas entreguei-me ao abondono!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decifrando fantasias de tempos ainda memoráveis&lt;br /&gt;Que em meu peito, desenhados, sulcos dos tempos&lt;br /&gt;Esgotados na égide do âmago, mas tão decifráveis&lt;br /&gt;Esvoaçada do chão, corrompida por passatempos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salpicos de neve, adornam- me os cabelos outonais&lt;br /&gt;Prenúncios! Do longo inverno que se avizinha&lt;br /&gt;Em meu leito jazerá meu corpo inerte de mortais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, a alma viajante pretenderá adejar tal andorinha&lt;br /&gt;Sequiosa de repouso... dos agitados vendavais&lt;br /&gt;Ressurgirá ténue e corpóreo, como uma avezinha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soneto: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pintura: Renoir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-2957787877120014763?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/2957787877120014763/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=2957787877120014763' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/2957787877120014763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/2957787877120014763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/03/serena.html' title='Serena'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aRa5uHiycTo/TYbJx7dt1eI/AAAAAAAABwQ/HCdRzP1GRqk/s72-c/Renir_-_La_songeuse_-_jeune_femme_assise_-_1877%2Brenoir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-5888892190424587413</id><published>2011-03-11T01:52:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-11T02:00:36.663Z</updated><title type='text'>Na melodia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0c9WTLW-eKU/TXmBgLRU1SI/AAAAAAAABvI/52SK2r0VXIw/s1600/Theodore%2BRobinson%2B-%2BGirl_at_Piano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0c9WTLW-eKU/TXmBgLRU1SI/AAAAAAAABvI/52SK2r0VXIw/s400/Theodore%2BRobinson%2B-%2BGirl_at_Piano.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582635602883695906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os  meus dedos...&lt;br /&gt;                                                       tocam as teclas do piano.&lt;br /&gt;                                                       Suaves tons duma melodia &lt;br /&gt;                                                       entoam no ar&lt;br /&gt;                                                       é o meu sopro de amor, &lt;br /&gt;                                                       revivendo o ano&lt;br /&gt;                                                       que o conheci, &lt;br /&gt;                                                       na sonância vem o seu  olhar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                       A data... &lt;br /&gt;                                                       que acalentou a minha rendição&lt;br /&gt;                                                       no meu coração &lt;br /&gt;                                                       ficou sempre reservada&lt;br /&gt;                                                       defrontei na solfejação, &lt;br /&gt;                                                       muita sofreguidão&lt;br /&gt;                                                       no anel de suspiro &lt;br /&gt;                                                       alvitrei o quão fui amada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                       E a lua e o sol em que nos tornámos&lt;br /&gt;                                                       esquecidos...&lt;br /&gt;                                                       de um amor pleno e soberano.&lt;br /&gt;                                                       Remotas, &lt;br /&gt;                                                       estão as juras que invocámos&lt;br /&gt;                                                       desfeito no ar &lt;br /&gt;                                                       o mapa com o nosso plano!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                       A ária está gelada com o meu encrespar&lt;br /&gt;                                                       Exclamo! Vem amor, esquece o que aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;                                                       Vem! Abro-te os meus braços para te acalentar&lt;br /&gt;                                                       E em grande fulgor e demência, algo sucedeu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      &lt;em&gt;Lentamente... os sons ficaram silenciados&lt;br /&gt;                                                      Regressei no tempo e no espaço....&lt;/em&gt;                                                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pintura: Theodore Robinson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-5888892190424587413?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/5888892190424587413/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=5888892190424587413' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/5888892190424587413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/5888892190424587413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/03/os-meus-dedos.html' title='Na melodia...'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0c9WTLW-eKU/TXmBgLRU1SI/AAAAAAAABvI/52SK2r0VXIw/s72-c/Theodore%2BRobinson%2B-%2BGirl_at_Piano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-1302885976591743459</id><published>2011-03-04T03:49:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-04T03:52:29.268Z</updated><title type='text'>O despertar das mágoas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QGMDZso81S8/TXBh0k0uefI/AAAAAAAABus/8R01OhEWpZ4/s1600/sit%2BPAULA%2BREGO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QGMDZso81S8/TXBh0k0uefI/AAAAAAAABus/8R01OhEWpZ4/s400/sit%2BPAULA%2BREGO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580067494177962482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficará impressa na alma&lt;br /&gt;a melodia dos sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;refletidos…&lt;br /&gt;em pesadelos,&lt;br /&gt;no despertar…&lt;br /&gt;das mágoas&lt;br /&gt;nas longas manhãs perenes&lt;br /&gt;sendo desfeitos…&lt;br /&gt;em secas pétalas&lt;br /&gt;nas longas fantasias ilusorias &lt;br /&gt;perpetuando…&lt;br /&gt;a peregrinação,&lt;br /&gt;ao labirinto…&lt;br /&gt;do meu maculado coração&lt;br /&gt;que jaz na paz…&lt;br /&gt;do símbolo que lhe idolatrei&lt;br /&gt;tornando-me…&lt;br /&gt;a saltimbanca,&lt;br /&gt;dum amor que um dia…&lt;br /&gt;desejaria que fosse meu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pintura: Paula Rego&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-1302885976591743459?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/1302885976591743459/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=1302885976591743459' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/1302885976591743459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/1302885976591743459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-despertar-das-magoas.html' title='O despertar das mágoas'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QGMDZso81S8/TXBh0k0uefI/AAAAAAAABus/8R01OhEWpZ4/s72-c/sit%2BPAULA%2BREGO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-5941078771627113414</id><published>2011-02-28T04:27:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-02-28T04:53:54.016Z</updated><title type='text'>Significado...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JrafDVYZANY/TWsqWqzt0oI/AAAAAAAABuc/8LZB50zjRAg/s1600/34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JrafDVYZANY/TWsqWqzt0oI/AAAAAAAABuc/8LZB50zjRAg/s400/34.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578599132365181570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surpreendida!&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                &lt;br /&gt;Abro o cofre do tempo.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    E, com as minhas mãos lerdas&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    revolvo o que ele esconde&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    figurou um pergaminho amarelecido.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    Recordo em cascatas de amargura&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    o significado de tamanha brancura.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    Oh! Se o meu pensamento falasse&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    o que puderia suceder se eu revelasse&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    Dilvugaria secretas palavras&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    Que apaguei!&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    E não revelei!&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    Nem aos sóis e ás luas que se sucederam&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    Momentos de imagens... decorreram&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    Na minha ténue embriaguês enobreceram&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    O que ambos sentimos...&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    Ficou sumido no meu e seu sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    Ah! O inverno está a cessar&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    O frio do mármorre por mim passou&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    Mas não terminaram&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    As recordações...&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    Que me trouxeram o velho pergaminho&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    empalidecido e humedecido                        &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    com as lágrimas que verti sobre ele!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    O significado que ele reprentou&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    E porque assim ficou...&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    Só o meu coração guardou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema: Maria Valadas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-5941078771627113414?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/5941078771627113414/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=5941078771627113414' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/5941078771627113414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/5941078771627113414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/02/significado.html' title='Significado...!'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JrafDVYZANY/TWsqWqzt0oI/AAAAAAAABuc/8LZB50zjRAg/s72-c/34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-6579454155030447042</id><published>2011-02-15T17:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-15T18:29:56.086Z</updated><title type='text'>Imaginação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Myq053Mkfcs/TVrF1KaYRGI/AAAAAAAABtE/Pl6K7H--MrU/s1600/pensativa2%2Bsede%2Bdo%2Bsil%25C3%25AAncio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Myq053Mkfcs/TVrF1KaYRGI/AAAAAAAABtE/Pl6K7H--MrU/s400/pensativa2%2Bsede%2Bdo%2Bsil%25C3%25AAncio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573985005943145570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagino-me como uma caravela  &lt;br /&gt;                                                                    ao leme de uma viagem em terra&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    que se rendeu ao mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    O oceano persegue-me o olhar&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    enquanto a maresia ...&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    Ofusca-me&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    os sentidos e me estremece a alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    No ritmo das ondas rebeldes&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    com a anuência das rochas veteranas&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    que comandam o meu destino, &lt;br /&gt;                                                                    embarcado nos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    e em marés de realidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   na construção de um cenário natural&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   tão extraordinário...&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   que sempre obedece&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   à transparência das águas salgadas&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   e nele...&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   encontrarei o meu porto seguro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pintura: Autor desconhecido&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-6579454155030447042?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/6579454155030447042/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=6579454155030447042' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/6579454155030447042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/6579454155030447042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/02/imaginacao.html' title='Imaginação'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Myq053Mkfcs/TVrF1KaYRGI/AAAAAAAABtE/Pl6K7H--MrU/s72-c/pensativa2%2Bsede%2Bdo%2Bsil%25C3%25AAncio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-1680951315857359630</id><published>2011-02-09T05:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-09T05:47:14.132Z</updated><title type='text'>Esperança</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TVIqVGOoQJI/AAAAAAAABs8/C8mN5VD_1n0/s1600/Mulher_%2528pintura_com_copos_de_leite%2529_LINDA%2521%2521%2521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TVIqVGOoQJI/AAAAAAAABs8/C8mN5VD_1n0/s400/Mulher_%2528pintura_com_copos_de_leite%2529_LINDA%2521%2521%2521.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571562230948315282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuro silenciar o pensamento&lt;br /&gt;vigiar o meu olhar atraiçoado&lt;br /&gt;por alguns momentos de melâncolia&lt;br /&gt;e afectos remotos&lt;br /&gt;sentidos atravez do tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdi a aventureira&lt;br /&gt;em que me transformei&lt;br /&gt;no início do crepúsculo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite, veste-se de luto&lt;br /&gt;a lua sorri complacente&lt;br /&gt;iluminando no mar de prata&lt;br /&gt;a silhueta concâva da minha alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Investigo sinais nas estrelas&lt;br /&gt;conduzem-me ao labirinto do coração&lt;br /&gt;onde esperarei o meu novo amor&lt;br /&gt;que fará da noite o meu dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a hora chegar&lt;br /&gt;gritarei ao Universo:&lt;br /&gt;SOU FELIZ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Valadas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-1680951315857359630?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/1680951315857359630/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=1680951315857359630' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/1680951315857359630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/1680951315857359630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/02/esperanca.html' title='Esperança'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TVIqVGOoQJI/AAAAAAAABs8/C8mN5VD_1n0/s72-c/Mulher_%2528pintura_com_copos_de_leite%2529_LINDA%2521%2521%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-6849271325362242609</id><published>2011-02-06T03:02:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-02-06T03:43:51.161Z</updated><title type='text'>Infinito... mar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TU4TbhXT3pI/AAAAAAAABrE/SL2PGl5JFwk/s1600/drummond_01_fig%2BINFINITO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TU4TbhXT3pI/AAAAAAAABrE/SL2PGl5JFwk/s400/drummond_01_fig%2BINFINITO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570411152637419154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou à janela e observo o infinito&lt;br /&gt;Vi temível tempestade num furor &lt;br /&gt;Figurou um amor e já não o sinto &lt;br /&gt;Em juízo de revolta e frustração&lt;br /&gt;O que sente meu lúgubre coração!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Coração que nem estátua de pedra &lt;br /&gt;Ou será feito dum bocado de gelo &lt;br /&gt;Ou terá sido tirado de um penedo? &lt;br /&gt;Enviado velozmente para o degredo!                           &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;Degredo que faz esquecer a saudade &lt;br /&gt;Tira a maldade e a própria verdade &lt;br /&gt;No desterro, esconde-se um segredo &lt;br /&gt;Que foi tirado de um grande penedo!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;E no cárcere ficou grande desilusão&lt;br /&gt;Chorei de dor sem qualquer pudor &lt;br /&gt;De raiva contida, após um furacão  &lt;br /&gt;Carpitei a minha desilusão de amor! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PoemA:Maria Valadas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-6849271325362242609?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/6849271325362242609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=6849271325362242609' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/6849271325362242609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/6849271325362242609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/02/infinitomar.html' title='Infinito... mar!'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TU4TbhXT3pI/AAAAAAAABrE/SL2PGl5JFwk/s72-c/drummond_01_fig%2BINFINITO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-2523924353816736041</id><published>2011-01-31T12:51:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-31T19:27:40.305Z</updated><title type='text'>A minha boa- nova</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TUbAXJmeVtI/AAAAAAAABqw/404Gvfw1R9Y/s1600/untitled%2BBEBE.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TUbAXJmeVtI/AAAAAAAABqw/404Gvfw1R9Y/s400/untitled%2BBEBE.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568349493237012178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma voz sussurra na música do vento&lt;br /&gt;Boa- Nova! &lt;br /&gt;Vincada na esperança ao abarcar &lt;br /&gt;todo o meu pensamento com amor &lt;br /&gt;inspiro toda a fragrância! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inalada ainda no doce ventre gerado&lt;br /&gt;onde a sua frágil existência: Coroada!&lt;br /&gt;No dia em que nasceu o desejado&lt;br /&gt;Tornei- me... Una e tão abençoada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu pequeno Ser &lt;br /&gt;Meu grande amor&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te! &lt;br /&gt;Mais que a minha própria vida&lt;br /&gt;Virás! Amainar o meu vazio e torpor&lt;br /&gt;Entregar-te-ei... Tudo!&lt;br /&gt;No que seja entendida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despir todas as minhas fachadas.&lt;br /&gt;Assim...&lt;br /&gt;Será o meu lema doravante&lt;br /&gt;Dominas! &lt;br /&gt;A minha vida agora achada&lt;br /&gt;Ao contemplar o teu belo semblante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deleita- te&lt;br /&gt;em aconchego, maternal&lt;br /&gt;no instinto... &lt;br /&gt;Apaixonante e real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ao meu neto Guilherme, nascido em 29 de Janeiro de 2011).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Imagem: Google&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-2523924353816736041?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/2523924353816736041/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=2523924353816736041' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/2523924353816736041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/2523924353816736041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/01/minha-boa-nova.html' title='A minha boa- nova'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TUbAXJmeVtI/AAAAAAAABqw/404Gvfw1R9Y/s72-c/untitled%2BBEBE.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-8426569541430876566</id><published>2011-01-27T03:56:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-01-27T17:20:43.253Z</updated><title type='text'>AH! Meu amor, se eu pudesse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TUDx6omi9FI/AAAAAAAABqo/GE-fd13kkFs/s1600/AS%252520OUTONAIS%2BaH%2BMEU%2BAMOR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TUDx6omi9FI/AAAAAAAABqo/GE-fd13kkFs/s400/AS%252520OUTONAIS%2BaH%2BMEU%2BAMOR.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566715129063732306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Meu amor, se eu pudesse!&lt;br /&gt;Vestir o poema com rios de sol.&lt;br /&gt;Nele incendiaria as palavras escritas &lt;br /&gt;que tentei adormecer...&lt;br /&gt;a chama daquele momento&lt;br /&gt;apenas torneado...&lt;br /&gt;sob as vestes das acácias nuas&lt;br /&gt;acobreadas com os tons do poente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaginar, mãos esguias e cruzadas&lt;br /&gt;procurando um amor desejado,&lt;br /&gt;mas, desencontrado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Meu amor, se eu pudesse!&lt;br /&gt;Descobrir uma ninfa,&lt;br /&gt;e na sua candura&lt;br /&gt;perdir-lhe-ía um abraço,&lt;br /&gt;e cânticos na sua infinita  brandura.&lt;br /&gt;E em qualquer pousio,&lt;br /&gt;faria o teu leito coberto de nenúfares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nele, acalmarias o cansaço, que já assola&lt;br /&gt;o teu outonal peito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pintura: Tenini&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-8426569541430876566?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/8426569541430876566/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=8426569541430876566' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/8426569541430876566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/8426569541430876566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/01/ah-meu-amor-se-eu-pudesse.html' title='AH! Meu amor, se eu pudesse...'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TUDx6omi9FI/AAAAAAAABqo/GE-fd13kkFs/s72-c/AS%252520OUTONAIS%2BaH%2BMEU%2BAMOR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-3117259118583124587</id><published>2011-01-21T20:02:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-21T20:05:42.743Z</updated><title type='text'>Soltam- se as palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TTnnDXT069I/AAAAAAAABo4/TFSQjK2mIqQ/s1600/FelixMs%2Bguaradae%2Bas%2Bpalavras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TTnnDXT069I/AAAAAAAABo4/TFSQjK2mIqQ/s400/FelixMs%2Bguaradae%2Bas%2Bpalavras.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564732859575757778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soltam-se as palavras exclamativas&lt;br /&gt;entendimento de evasão que sustenta&lt;br /&gt;exactidão e circunstâncias cansativas&lt;br /&gt;na contradança que ninguém contenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Substituo verbos para converter amor&lt;br /&gt;em plágios provenientes do consagrado&lt;br /&gt;destrono fantasias no vinculado labor&lt;br /&gt;deambulo ondas de vento em desagrado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advenho do mediano arcaico longínquo&lt;br /&gt;sou a folha na estiagem em pleno verão&lt;br /&gt;encargo soletrar vocabulário contíguo&lt;br /&gt;sem a qualquer alegoria e comiseração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num arremesso acasalo diferente olhar&lt;br /&gt;estrelas incendiaram meu desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;mundo, desprovido dum pérfido malhar&lt;br /&gt;e em meus lábios um sereno conhecido!&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;Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pintura: Felix Más&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-3117259118583124587?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/3117259118583124587/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=3117259118583124587' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/3117259118583124587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/3117259118583124587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/01/soltam-se-as-palavras.html' title='Soltam- se as palavras'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TTnnDXT069I/AAAAAAAABo4/TFSQjK2mIqQ/s72-c/FelixMs%2Bguaradae%2Bas%2Bpalavras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-1034232345951301954</id><published>2011-01-15T02:00:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-15T02:53:56.673Z</updated><title type='text'>Traidor de emoções</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TTEMB3oGrzI/AAAAAAAABoc/NXGvqAW-wyQ/s1600/heraclito%2Bhomem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TTEMB3oGrzI/AAAAAAAABoc/NXGvqAW-wyQ/s400/heraclito%2Bhomem.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562240241030836018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traduzo palavras ardilosas&lt;br /&gt;Viciados&lt;br /&gt;perfis complexados&lt;br /&gt;máscaras úteis, insinuosas&lt;br /&gt;Arrepiadas!&lt;br /&gt;Nos gestos achados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descrevo súbtil sentir&lt;br /&gt;Que...&lt;br /&gt;em minha alma aterrou&lt;br /&gt;Desvinculo!&lt;br /&gt;Eterno consentir&lt;br /&gt;o que raio de lua soterrou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! O demo atemorizado&lt;br /&gt;Disposto!&lt;br /&gt;A mensagens certas&lt;br /&gt;Inútil!&lt;br /&gt;Nada por mim autorizado&lt;br /&gt;Incapaz!&lt;br /&gt;de alertar os concertos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constante traidor de emoções&lt;br /&gt;d´amor!&lt;br /&gt;Perpétuadas nos tempos&lt;br /&gt;Devassa!&lt;br /&gt;Ínumeras confições&lt;br /&gt;que...&lt;br /&gt;jazem em contratempos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pintura: Rafael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-1034232345951301954?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/1034232345951301954/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=1034232345951301954' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/1034232345951301954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/1034232345951301954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/01/traidor-de-emocoes.html' title='Traidor de emoções'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TTEMB3oGrzI/AAAAAAAABoc/NXGvqAW-wyQ/s72-c/heraclito%2Bhomem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-4588808216302851981</id><published>2011-01-12T02:00:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-01-13T03:17:05.290Z</updated><title type='text'>Equilíbrio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TS5unBsWgCI/AAAAAAAABoU/eUf3B94gLEE/s1600/1242841861548_f%2B%2Bequilibrio%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TS5unBsWgCI/AAAAAAAABoU/eUf3B94gLEE/s400/1242841861548_f%2B%2Bequilibrio%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561504206597554210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equilíbrio em todas as ações&lt;br /&gt;coordenadas e ponderadas&lt;br /&gt;sensatez em várias reações&lt;br /&gt;nas amizades adulteradas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enigmático desabafamento&lt;br /&gt;gélido na minha frustração&lt;br /&gt;asfixiada minha pertinácia&lt;br /&gt;lançando mágoas e lamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agitação violenta do ânimo&lt;br /&gt;dilato o raciocínio excluido&lt;br /&gt;revivescência no desânimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contradito expressão escrita&lt;br /&gt;furor do momento: desdenho&lt;br /&gt;especificar atitude já descrita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soneto: Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Imagem: Google&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-4588808216302851981?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/4588808216302851981/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=4588808216302851981' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/4588808216302851981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/4588808216302851981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/01/equilibrio.html' title='Equilíbrio'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TS5unBsWgCI/AAAAAAAABoU/eUf3B94gLEE/s72-c/1242841861548_f%2B%2Bequilibrio%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-7127170435778054733</id><published>2011-01-08T19:56:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-01-09T00:43:53.433Z</updated><title type='text'>Enredos d´amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TSjCKmHfz_I/AAAAAAAABm0/Blol100TYoM/s1600/mulher_pensando%2B145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TSjCKmHfz_I/AAAAAAAABm0/Blol100TYoM/s400/mulher_pensando%2B145.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559907227275350002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   Já ludibriei o meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;                                                      nos meus lapsos de memória&lt;br /&gt;                                                      grande esforço de sentimento&lt;br /&gt;                                                      para escrever a minha história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      Mas que enredo irei confrontar?&lt;br /&gt;                                                      Ah, que melancolia me assaltou&lt;br /&gt;                                                      Não! Um que ficará por contar&lt;br /&gt;                                                      relembrado, meu coração saltou.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      Não serei por amor penitenciada&lt;br /&gt;                                                      na caminhada da sobrevivência&lt;br /&gt;                                                      minha essência agiu tal  viciada&lt;br /&gt;                                                      atordoada, convicta na vivência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      Esperança para gentios d´amor&lt;br /&gt;                                                      no mar de ilusões adolescentes&lt;br /&gt;                                                      ofusquei ofertas com mui pudor&lt;br /&gt;                                                      reagiram súbtis e complacentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;br /&gt;                                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema: Maria Valadas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-7127170435778054733?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/7127170435778054733/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=7127170435778054733' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/7127170435778054733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/7127170435778054733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/01/enredos-damor.html' title='Enredos d´amor'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TSjCKmHfz_I/AAAAAAAABm0/Blol100TYoM/s72-c/mulher_pensando%2B145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-2531906755829048374</id><published>2011-01-06T04:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-06T04:40:19.806Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje, aqui e já!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TSVHofKJokI/AAAAAAAABk0/aXmfqDMPRjU/s1600/mulher-escrevendo-no-jardim-pintura-sem-nome-de-autor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TSVHofKJokI/AAAAAAAABk0/aXmfqDMPRjU/s400/mulher-escrevendo-no-jardim-pintura-sem-nome-de-autor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558928075943158338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, aqui e já...&lt;br /&gt;porque ontem já era passado,&lt;br /&gt;eles escrevem-se saciando saudades&lt;br /&gt;na nostalgia dos silêncios que guardaram&lt;br /&gt;para sempre do Património emocional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos seus rostos,&lt;br /&gt;um breve sorriso...&lt;br /&gt;mãos, mãos e gestos cravados no tempo,&lt;br /&gt;e numa face o pigmento branco das tormentas&lt;br /&gt;dos mares navegados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contam histórias dos entretantos...&lt;br /&gt;sorriam meio envergonhados,&lt;br /&gt;sem vergonha do que já partilharam&lt;br /&gt;porque eles cresceram,&lt;br /&gt;ainda agora, mais fortes&lt;br /&gt;e têm os mesmos apetites do passado&lt;br /&gt;agora tornado presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema: Maria Valadas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-2531906755829048374?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/2531906755829048374/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=2531906755829048374' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/2531906755829048374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/2531906755829048374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/01/hoje-aqui-e-ja_06.html' title='Hoje, aqui e já!'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TSVHofKJokI/AAAAAAAABk0/aXmfqDMPRjU/s72-c/mulher-escrevendo-no-jardim-pintura-sem-nome-de-autor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-1034814440372968443</id><published>2011-01-03T06:05:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-06T03:51:29.750Z</updated><title type='text'>Caminho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TSKQX2r5rFI/AAAAAAAABkk/qP1v04-ruQk/s1600/mulher_pintura%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TSKQX2r5rFI/AAAAAAAABkk/qP1v04-ruQk/s400/mulher_pintura%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558163629619653714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não chorem pelo meu abandono  &lt;br /&gt;em tão belo laço &lt;br /&gt;que ternamente criámos &lt;br /&gt;conviveremos no súbtil retorno &lt;br /&gt;sob os braços de viçosa hera &lt;br /&gt;o que sonhámos! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperança minha &lt;br /&gt;veloz como o meu desejo &lt;br /&gt;em vil penitência &lt;br /&gt;amargamente fui submetida &lt;br /&gt;neste rugido de fera ferida &lt;br /&gt;vejo mil lampejos &lt;br /&gt;em fragmentos de luz &lt;br /&gt;estou a ser mantida!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Regressarei triunfante &lt;br /&gt;desta viagem inesperada &lt;br /&gt;para em galhos ternos e ansiosos &lt;br /&gt;ser abraçada.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Esperarei ávida &lt;br /&gt;pelo tocar animado da alvorada.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Quantos olhares &lt;br /&gt;o coração sentiu embaciados &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serei como uma gazela &lt;br /&gt;a fugir ao vento e ao sol &lt;br /&gt;sobre os meus cabelos &lt;br /&gt;uma grinalda de rosmaninho &lt;br /&gt;no meu regaço transportarei &lt;br /&gt;braçadas de girassol &lt;br /&gt;Esvoaçarei &lt;br /&gt;para não tropeçar &lt;br /&gt;nas pedras do caminho! &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;Maria Valadas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-1034814440372968443?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/1034814440372968443/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=1034814440372968443' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/1034814440372968443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/1034814440372968443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/01/caminho.html' title='Caminho'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TSKQX2r5rFI/AAAAAAAABkk/qP1v04-ruQk/s72-c/mulher_pintura%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-380947661312265915</id><published>2011-01-03T05:57:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-10-06T17:58:51.320+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma peregrina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TSepLixEGdI/AAAAAAAABlU/W8TcBNeBYDg/s1600/DMulher10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TSepLixEGdI/AAAAAAAABlU/W8TcBNeBYDg/s400/DMulher10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559598280788416978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma peregrina &lt;br /&gt;Em procura da colheita do bem &lt;br /&gt;Adormeceu cansada &lt;br /&gt;Esgotada &lt;br /&gt;Deixando-me abandonada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não! – Serei uma resistente! &lt;br /&gt;Marcharei por outros caminhos &lt;br /&gt;Com o sabre da guerra. &lt;br /&gt;Nas minhas veias… &lt;br /&gt;Um rio turbulento reage à dor &lt;br /&gt;Um raio luminoso trespassa-me &lt;br /&gt;Uma gotícula de esperança &lt;br /&gt;Cai no meu regaço... &lt;br /&gt;Tornando-se um caudal de fé. &lt;br /&gt;E eu! &lt;br /&gt;Serei a guerreira que resiste. &lt;br /&gt;Lutarei...&lt;br /&gt;Como as heroínas das grandes batalhas &lt;br /&gt;que povoavam os meus sonhos de menina. &lt;br /&gt;Uma gota de orvalho &lt;br /&gt;tomba sobre a palma da minha mão, &lt;br /&gt;onde ergo com firmeza &lt;br /&gt;e clamarei com um rasgo de fé: &lt;br /&gt;Vencerei! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema:Maria Valadas&lt;br /&gt;Pintura: Margarida Rolin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-380947661312265915?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/380947661312265915/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=380947661312265915' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/380947661312265915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/380947661312265915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/01/alma-peregrina.html' title='Alma peregrina'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TSepLixEGdI/AAAAAAAABlU/W8TcBNeBYDg/s72-c/DMulher10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-3463800305200209199</id><published>2011-01-03T05:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-08T00:02:47.598Z</updated><title type='text'>Fantasiar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TSepmMUbj_I/AAAAAAAABlc/B6Z2YT3Xn1w/s1600/fernand-toussaint-belgica-1983-1955-a-carta-de-amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TSepmMUbj_I/AAAAAAAABlc/B6Z2YT3Xn1w/s400/fernand-toussaint-belgica-1983-1955-a-carta-de-amor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559598738619207666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofro... &lt;br /&gt;Mas de que raízes profundas sai este lamento? &lt;br /&gt;De que luzes de alva incendeiam este tormento? &lt;br /&gt;Com sofreguidão preciso de correr ao vento! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Esquecer... esquecer... e ir com a brisa do mar! &lt;br /&gt;Sentir os pingos da água salgada e nela naufragar! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Encontrar um porto seguro para me ausentar, &lt;br /&gt;Não ouvir o som do meu próprio silêncio, &lt;br /&gt;Nem as carícias das ondas no seu rebentar! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ah! - Como gostaria de ser uma gaivota, &lt;br /&gt;E desaparecer na linha do horizonte, &lt;br /&gt;Jamais ninguém subornaria a minha volta! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Em gotas de orvalho evaporadas no sopro do ar, &lt;br /&gt;Secaria o meu próprio pranto, num calmo suspirar, &lt;br /&gt;Esvaída e perdida no labirinto do meu lastimar! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;E na quietude do Olimpo, em essência de jasmim, &lt;br /&gt;Despertaria com suaves pingos de água da fonte, &lt;br /&gt;Encontraria belos Anjos que sorririam para mim! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Desperto deste meu fantasiar! &lt;br /&gt;Ah! - Como gostaria de ser a gaivota! &lt;br /&gt;Deslaçar as asas e poder voar! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria  Valadas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-3463800305200209199?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/3463800305200209199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=3463800305200209199' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/3463800305200209199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/3463800305200209199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/01/fantasiar.html' title='Fantasiar'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TSepmMUbj_I/AAAAAAAABlc/B6Z2YT3Xn1w/s72-c/fernand-toussaint-belgica-1983-1955-a-carta-de-amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-8257632695360013692</id><published>2011-01-03T05:46:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-08T00:11:14.312Z</updated><title type='text'>Na aventura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TSerlEO3FTI/AAAAAAAABl0/P3zoLWWmEc8/s1600/vicente%2Bromero%2Bnoticias%2B7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TSerlEO3FTI/AAAAAAAABl0/P3zoLWWmEc8/s400/vicente%2Bromero%2Bnoticias%2B7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559600918291748146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na aventura… &lt;br /&gt;procurei a rosa-dos-ventos&lt;br /&gt;para me orientar neste labirinto &lt;br /&gt;em que se encontram os meus sentidos. &lt;br /&gt;E ela, a rosa, aliou o seu fado ao meu &lt;br /&gt;Partimos… &lt;br /&gt;Em silêncios moribundos &lt;br /&gt;camuflados com o néctar das flores. &lt;br /&gt;E neles vaguearei as dores &lt;br /&gt;que não me pertencem &lt;br /&gt;mas que se pressentem. &lt;br /&gt;No hastear da bandeira da paz &lt;br /&gt;não ouvirei brados de terror &lt;br /&gt;nem um simples suspiro de dor. &lt;br /&gt;E a rosa-dos-ventos indicar-me-á &lt;br /&gt;no seu oscilar… &lt;br /&gt;O atalho que percorrerei, &lt;br /&gt;atenuar os sons de lágrimas perdidas &lt;br /&gt;vozes enrouquecidas… &lt;br /&gt;Naquele oásis onde reina a dor, &lt;br /&gt;serei a nómada desconhecida &lt;br /&gt;que transportará com uma simples acção &lt;br /&gt;Uma alva e branca flor! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Valadas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-8257632695360013692?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/8257632695360013692/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=8257632695360013692' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/8257632695360013692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/8257632695360013692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/01/na-aventura.html' title='Na aventura'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TSerlEO3FTI/AAAAAAAABl0/P3zoLWWmEc8/s72-c/vicente%2Bromero%2Bnoticias%2B7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-4421743170040704085</id><published>2011-01-03T05:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-08T00:14:25.331Z</updated><title type='text'>Rumores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TSesPx8VecI/AAAAAAAABl8/aFLCL8ss_P0/s1600/my%2Bmulher%2Bescrever%2Bescrita%2B22%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2BMujer%252520escribiendo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 364px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TSesPx8VecI/AAAAAAAABl8/aFLCL8ss_P0/s400/my%2Bmulher%2Bescrever%2Bescrita%2B22%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2BMujer%252520escribiendo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559601652116584898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfaço ainda o meu saber&lt;br /&gt;Em linhas subtis de duração &lt;br /&gt;Só porque alguém o requer &lt;br /&gt;Trás calma ao seu coração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longos silêncios moribundos &lt;br /&gt;A saudade rebenta fortemente&lt;br /&gt;Assim como a lua de Neptuno &lt;br /&gt;Circunda numa paixão lactente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redijo para espantar infortúnios &lt;br /&gt;A minha alma esvoaça docemente &lt;br /&gt;Nas carícias e raios de luz diurnos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! - Quero regressar lentamente &lt;br /&gt;Experimentar rumores nocturnos &lt;br /&gt;Sensação boa, sinto-a fortemente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Valadas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-4421743170040704085?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/4421743170040704085/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=4421743170040704085' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/4421743170040704085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/4421743170040704085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/01/rumores.html' title='Rumores'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TSesPx8VecI/AAAAAAAABl8/aFLCL8ss_P0/s72-c/my%2Bmulher%2Bescrever%2Bescrita%2B22%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2B%2BMujer%252520escribiendo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076858575460047876.post-5896985622336753256</id><published>2011-01-03T05:13:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-08T00:24:43.284Z</updated><title type='text'>Aprendendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TSeuvm_ShHI/AAAAAAAABmU/SiY1v1tJ5Qw/s1600/godward_dolce_far_niente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TSeuvm_ShHI/AAAAAAAABmU/SiY1v1tJ5Qw/s400/godward_dolce_far_niente.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559604397955253362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Abraço a criança que há em mim&lt;br /&gt; Liberto- a de qualquer tipo de culpa&lt;br /&gt; Apago-lhe as dúvidas&lt;br /&gt; Que não têm fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Da sombra de um desamor&lt;br /&gt; Faço-a sair daquele torpor.&lt;br /&gt; O sol brilhará&lt;br /&gt; As lágrimas desaparecerão&lt;br /&gt; Como passos gigantescos&lt;br /&gt; No seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A criança que há em mim&lt;br /&gt; Aprende&lt;br /&gt; Que os erros cometidos&lt;br /&gt; São passos gigantes&lt;br /&gt; Que...&lt;br /&gt; Só se aprende caindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Valadas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076858575460047876-5896985622336753256?l=ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/5896985622336753256/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076858575460047876&amp;postID=5896985622336753256' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/5896985622336753256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076858575460047876/posts/default/5896985622336753256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdepalavras.blogspot.com/2011/01/aprendendo.html' title='Aprendendo'/><author><name>Maria Valadas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669161156214597648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5wHInwNnas/TnJbHUDBAcI/AAAAAAAACI8/INZXF6Zmwm0/s220/RED_thumb%255B1%255D%2Bpensadora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAtxYQ_ZGnE/TSeuvm_ShHI/AAAAAAAABmU/SiY1v1tJ5Qw/s72-c/godward_dolce_far_niente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
