<?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-8931376424480284665</id><updated>2012-01-20T10:59:10.933Z</updated><category term='saudade'/><category term='Mariza - Jorge Fernando'/><title type='text'>Silenciosa inspiração</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Margarida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786267223120449671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931376424480284665.post-3735116511232026734</id><published>2009-06-07T17:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T18:10:12.926+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/Siv0RlDmCYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hPOOCv6Douw/s1600-h/ug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344633965647366530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/Siv0RlDmCYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hPOOCv6Douw/s400/ug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando o tempo parar, hei-de medir a distância entre o que disse, e o que senti, entre o que quis, e o que fiz. Hei-de observar os pormenores dos momentos, de sentir o calor dos espaços, como se ainda não tivesse passado por eles. Hei-de relembrar a cor, a textura. Hei-de poder voltar a face e encontrar tudo o que já passou. Transportarei para o futuro, os momentos que são passados, mas, mesmo passados, desenham ainda expressões na face de quem os recorda. Pois, se o passado tem esse poder, farei com que o futuro se trace de igual forma, com os sonhos, com os desejos…&lt;br /&gt;Mas enquanto o tempo não pára, peso o que digo e o que sinto, o que quero e o que faço, com a certeza de que não meço distancias, apenas pondero, pouco, por vezes, sem me lembrar de que a distância que incutimos em tudo o que fazemos, faz depender o seu traçado sinuoso, do sucesso que pode ser a sua caminhada.&lt;br /&gt;E como o tempo não pára, não penso no que passou, nos momentos que lá atrás se situam, pois o tempo que me levam, é precioso demais, pois só com ele posso planear, sonhar e traçar as linhas do futuro, que de mim dependem. Em tudo o que me ultrapassa, abstenho o meu pensamento. Simulo a ausência de um sofrimento, por algo que, ainda não acontecido, certo é.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo. Oferece a esperança para o futuro que se avizinha, a saudade de um passado que, com toda a certeza o é, e a incerteza de um presente que, daqui a nada se torna passado, sem que tenhamos a oportunidade de parar, pensar, agir e aproveitar cada segundo que nos separa do passado, que nos mantém no presente, e que nos aparta do futuro.&lt;br /&gt;O ontem já é passado, o hoje é passado, presente e futuro, e o amanhã é futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando o amanha chegar, hoje será apenas passado e as palavras não podem ser alteradas, caladas ou ditas, as lágrimas não podem ser recolhidas, os sorrisos oferecidos, e as mãos não se podem tocar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931376424480284665-3735116511232026734?l=silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/3735116511232026734/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8931376424480284665&amp;postID=3735116511232026734' title='22 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/3735116511232026734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/3735116511232026734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/2009/06/tempo.html' title='Tempo'/><author><name>Margarida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786267223120449671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/Siv0RlDmCYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hPOOCv6Douw/s72-c/ug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931376424480284665.post-119772167990993008</id><published>2009-01-26T22:30:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:00:36.506Z</updated><title type='text'>Fica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/SX5Ai4KQjaI/AAAAAAAAAF4/XeWDkNM8dmU/s1600-h/K0CAC6NTB0CA582G7ICAU0XWUKCA6GQUJJCADHICRHCA2LP154CAMCWCCSCAA9SWGYCANJQ37BCA9CTS2SCA4BV09YCA7O6MZZCAEYTMTTCAU0E1D7CAIGJPIUCAMD4QCSCABXL2NOCAAE4ELJCAXRUVIX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295741179769425314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/SX5Ai4KQjaI/AAAAAAAAAF4/XeWDkNM8dmU/s400/K0CAC6NTB0CA582G7ICAU0XWUKCA6GQUJJCADHICRHCA2LP154CAMCWCCSCAA9SWGYCANJQ37BCA9CTS2SCA4BV09YCA7O6MZZCAEYTMTTCAU0E1D7CAIGJPIUCAMD4QCSCABXL2NOCAAE4ELJCAXRUVIX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nos espaços vazios por entre os encostos das mágoas, da tristeza e da desorientação, nascem marcas de carinho, paixão e esperança. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Por entre as palavras que se esquivam da realidade, os pensamentos que sonegam o sonho, permanecem estáveis memórias reais que amparam a alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sinto o vazio pesado, que me entorpece a alma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;O meu ontem está quase completo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Imaginei que me esperarias no espaço entre a Lua e o mar, tocando a melodia das palavras que me preenchem os vazios...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pensei que te alcançaria nesse espaço onde te encontras, com as palavras, os pensamentos, os dias, as noites, os momentos... nossos e meus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Por cada traço que desenhamos na tela que escolhemos, depositamos um pouco de nós, sem olhar ao passado... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mas não esqueçamos o futuro... e continuemos a projectar as pinceladas de um tempo que demora a chegar, que não teme passar, sem que possamos pronunciar as palavras de uma qualquer doçura que nos pertença em qualquer momento da nossa vida, em qualquer espaço da nossa mente, em qualquer recanto do nosso coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931376424480284665-119772167990993008?l=silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/119772167990993008/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8931376424480284665&amp;postID=119772167990993008' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/119772167990993008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/119772167990993008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/2009/01/fica.html' title='Fica'/><author><name>Margarida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786267223120449671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/SX5Ai4KQjaI/AAAAAAAAAF4/XeWDkNM8dmU/s72-c/K0CAC6NTB0CA582G7ICAU0XWUKCA6GQUJJCADHICRHCA2LP154CAMCWCCSCAA9SWGYCANJQ37BCA9CTS2SCA4BV09YCA7O6MZZCAEYTMTTCAU0E1D7CAIGJPIUCAMD4QCSCABXL2NOCAAE4ELJCAXRUVIX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931376424480284665.post-1431417562782193273</id><published>2008-10-16T17:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T17:26:22.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/SPdrCh8mjII/AAAAAAAAAEA/jl8WM1uDGVE/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257788781194808450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/SPdrCh8mjII/AAAAAAAAAEA/jl8WM1uDGVE/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mergulho na imensidão dos meus sentidos e enveredo por um traçado que não conheço. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estou perdida de mim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Procuro-me por entre as palavras que me ditam, os sonhos que me desenham no mapa da minha vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sou extremo de loucura por entre os devaneios da minha mente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sou. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Simplesmente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigo pelo rio da vida, pelos desígnios de um Deus sem face, a quem chamo na escuridão, a quem entrego pensamentos, desejos, dúvidas, medos... Na esperança de que me construa, pouco a pouco, neste novo mundo que me abarca, neste novo rumo que designei... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931376424480284665-1431417562782193273?l=silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/1431417562782193273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8931376424480284665&amp;postID=1431417562782193273' title='29 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/1431417562782193273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/1431417562782193273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/2008/10/mergulho-na-imensido-dos-meus-sentidos.html' title='Perdida'/><author><name>Margarida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786267223120449671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/SPdrCh8mjII/AAAAAAAAAEA/jl8WM1uDGVE/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931376424480284665.post-2831256541073206948</id><published>2008-10-12T23:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:52:10.664+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Em mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/SPJ_Jgl-C9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/wRmdHyYmEu0/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256403516439530450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/SPJ_Jgl-C9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/wRmdHyYmEu0/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imagina... o toque que te ultrapassa no espaço e nas palavras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imagina... a dança dos nossos corpos na sombra da chama que nos aquece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imagina... o som que te percorre a alma numa desalinhada caminhada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imagina... a cor da minha felicidade, a cor do nosso enlace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imagina... a textura da minha voz no teu corpo, o calor do meu desejo em cada pormenor da tua face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Concretiza as palavras que te desenho na palma da mão, os sonhos que te entrego a cada olhar que te dirijo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Concretiza-me no tempo que não paralisa, no mundo que não pára...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Abraça os neus medos, seca as minhas lágrimas, fortalece-me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ensina-me a levantar o olhar, o corpo, a alma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imagina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Concretiza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ensina-me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ama-me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931376424480284665-2831256541073206948?l=silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/2831256541073206948/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8931376424480284665&amp;postID=2831256541073206948' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/2831256541073206948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/2831256541073206948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/2008/10/em-mim.html' title='Em mim'/><author><name>Margarida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786267223120449671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/SPJ_Jgl-C9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/wRmdHyYmEu0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931376424480284665.post-6237771994543980564</id><published>2008-07-23T23:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T15:30:52.419+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Momento</title><content type='html'>No espaço da rua, permanece o som dos teus passos, e nas pedras da calçada a cor dos teus movimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Provaste o sabor das minhas lágrimas num abraço que se imortaliza no toque suave e delicado da protecção que me ofereces.&lt;br /&gt;E apaziguaste a minha alma, amparaste os meus passos.&lt;br /&gt;E é como se tudo se dispersasse ao olhar, numa superfície plana e fria, onde se extinguem sonhos e promessas, onde se reclamam palavras e actos, onde não somos o que queremos, mas sim o querem que sejamos…&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto renasço, por entre os espaços do teu abraço, caminho, contigo a meu lado, por uma estrada, para me perder de mim, talvez, mas para me encontrar em nós.&lt;br /&gt;E por entre todas as trajectórias que se apresentam, desenhe-se a que desejamos, a que verdadeiramente ansiamos.&lt;br /&gt;Seguraste a minha mão, no desenho dessa trajectória.&lt;br /&gt;Aperfeiçoas – te – a.&lt;br /&gt;Aperfeiçoas – te – me.&lt;br /&gt;Aperfeiçoas – me.&lt;br /&gt;Em todas as palavras que trocamos, em todos os murmúrios que originamos, somos o amor, a amizade, a segurança, a compreensão, o medo, a angústia…&lt;br /&gt;Somos, um no outro, sem deixar de o ser em nós próprios, no nosso mundo…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931376424480284665-6237771994543980564?l=silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/6237771994543980564/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8931376424480284665&amp;postID=6237771994543980564' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/6237771994543980564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/6237771994543980564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/2008/07/momento.html' title='Momento'/><author><name>Margarida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786267223120449671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931376424480284665.post-6160520966930426588</id><published>2008-06-14T20:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T21:03:12.667+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/SFQj9TX5OBI/AAAAAAAAADw/RlR_IptE-Do/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211830204853991442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/SFQj9TX5OBI/AAAAAAAAADw/RlR_IptE-Do/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nos espaços que nos separam, preenchidos com o vazio das palavras, erguemos uma barreira que nos cega e sufoca…&lt;br /&gt;Menosprezamos os olhares, as palavras, o toque que já não praticamos, mas que ainda possuímos…&lt;br /&gt;Empurramos as promessas para o abismo que nos separa.&lt;br /&gt;Fomos Sol e Lua.&lt;br /&gt;Fomos fogo e gelo…&lt;br /&gt;Fomos um milhão de coisas distintas, mas continuamos a sê-lo um para o outro. Concretizamos desejos, percorremos silêncios… juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Na distância que se acomodou entre o primeiro momento e aquele que vivemos hoje, passaram lágrimas, sorrisos, angústias, felicidade, sonhos… comuns.&lt;br /&gt;Aproximamo-nos, entregamo-nos, com o jeito de quem ama o infinito, e para ele se lança.&lt;br /&gt;Conheci-me em ti, nos pormenores da tua pele, no contorno dos teus lábios, na palma da tua mão.&lt;br /&gt;Conheço-me, em cada palavra que silencias, em cada gesto que conténs…&lt;br /&gt;Pertenço-te, tal como me pertencem todas as memórias que me ofereceste, tal como me pertence o sorriso que esconde as palavras que teimam em não sair.&lt;br /&gt;Completamo-nos…&lt;br /&gt;Completemo-nos… cumprindo as promessas que ditamos, percorrendo os caminhos que já caminhamos… desvendando o amor que ainda nos une. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931376424480284665-6160520966930426588?l=silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/6160520966930426588/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8931376424480284665&amp;postID=6160520966930426588' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/6160520966930426588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/6160520966930426588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/2008/06/tu.html' title='Tu'/><author><name>Margarida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786267223120449671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/SFQj9TX5OBI/AAAAAAAAADw/RlR_IptE-Do/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931376424480284665.post-38016115017741877</id><published>2008-06-13T18:28:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T19:03:33.238+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafio</title><content type='html'>Hoje venho responder a um desfio que me foi proposto por "Å®t Øf £övë ". O desafio consiste em referir 6 aspectos, coisas que odeie... Pessoalmente, este sentimento de odiar, nao me agrada muito... ódio, tal como odiar, é uma palavra demasiado forte, que, por vezes, usamos simplesmente com a intençao de magoar...&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, vou aceitar o desafio! Cá vai:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odeio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pessoas que nao são frontais&lt;/strong&gt;: que vagueiam nas palavras, com a intençao de "florir" o cenário que nos querem transmitir, quando, na verdade, nao há forma mais fácil e segura, que dizer directamente o que pretendem;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A má educação&lt;/strong&gt;: que leva as pessoas a serem arrogantes, e, acima de tudo, que nos fazem, por vezes, sentir a mais insignificante pessoa à face da Terra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O ciúme&lt;/strong&gt;: que corrompe as relaçoes, abala a confiança, e põe em causa tudo o que se disse ou se fez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A indiferença&lt;/strong&gt;: que vai para além do ódio, que magoa muito mais que o ódio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jornais desportivos&lt;/strong&gt;: que só servem para prender a atenção, e que, no fundo, nao falam em nada de realmente importante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A solidão&lt;/strong&gt;: simplesmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero ter correspondido às expectativas, e agradeço este convite!&lt;br /&gt;Assim, deixo este desafio a mais seis pessoas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Profeta &lt;br /&gt;Cöllyßry  &lt;br /&gt;EDUARDO  &lt;br /&gt;luar perdido  &lt;br /&gt;lua prateada  &lt;br /&gt;Suave Toque&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931376424480284665-38016115017741877?l=silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/38016115017741877/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8931376424480284665&amp;postID=38016115017741877' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/38016115017741877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/38016115017741877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/2008/06/desafio.html' title='Desafio'/><author><name>Margarida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786267223120449671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931376424480284665.post-9216813292729117305</id><published>2008-05-21T11:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T12:01:50.143+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Espero por...</title><content type='html'>Movo-me lentamente por entre os destroços de um sonho que parece ter se acabado. Espero, pacientemente, que a realidade caia sobre mim. &lt;br /&gt;Fraquejo. &lt;br /&gt;Encontro me perdida nas palavras que me dirigiste, debruçada sobre as promessas que me fizeste. Moldei sonhos, palavras, actos, momentos. &lt;br /&gt;Agora… nada disso parece mais existir. &lt;br /&gt;Permaneço, sobre a ténue linha que separa o desespero da loucura. Permaneço no espaço da dor. E espero me venhas resgatar do mundo para onde fui transportada. Espero. &lt;br /&gt;Por ti. &lt;br /&gt;Pelas tuas mãos envolvendo o meu corpo, pelo teu olhar acalmando a minha alma. Espero que me venhas oferecer os teus beijos no meu rosto molhado. &lt;br /&gt;Espero… que permaneças no mundo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931376424480284665-9216813292729117305?l=silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/9216813292729117305/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8931376424480284665&amp;postID=9216813292729117305' title='22 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/9216813292729117305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/9216813292729117305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/2008/05/espero-por.html' title='Espero por...'/><author><name>Margarida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786267223120449671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931376424480284665.post-2455440679415714108</id><published>2008-05-10T21:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T22:11:55.366+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Aqui"</title><content type='html'>Percorro com as pontas dos meus dedos, a fragilidade da tua pele. &lt;br /&gt;    Levemente, esboço feições, sonhos e medos nesse teu espaço, que oscila entre a segurança do que possuis, aqui, e agora, e a certeza do que anseias num tempo que ainda não habitas, mas que desenhas no pensamento, com a determinação de quem define o que sente e controla o que sucede. &lt;br /&gt;    Docemente, sorris. No teu sorriso cabem as palavras os gestos, as lágrimas, o arrependimento, as desilusões, o carinho… o amor. O imenso amor! &lt;br /&gt;Guardas na palma da tua mão os abraços que compartilhamos, os beijos que despertaram desejos, e o segredo do olhar que me lanças, e me neutraliza, num tempo que contempla a eternidade do que somos e fazemos. &lt;br /&gt;    Concentras as palavras e as acções, com a sabedoria de um mestre. &lt;br /&gt;    Unes a tua mão à minha. Fundimo-nos. Mergulho no teu corpo imenso de doçura, prendo-me nos teus braços e, no tráfego dos meus pensamentos, surgem os medos que me assombram. Estás aqui comigo?&lt;br /&gt;    Aprisiona-me no calor do teu corpo, na suavidade da tua pele… E permanece em mim no tempo que nos procede.&lt;br /&gt;    Hoje. Amanhã. Sempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931376424480284665-2455440679415714108?l=silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/2455440679415714108/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8931376424480284665&amp;postID=2455440679415714108' title='23 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/2455440679415714108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/2455440679415714108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/2008/05/aqui.html' title='&quot;Aqui&quot;'/><author><name>Margarida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786267223120449671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931376424480284665.post-5626484063459407551</id><published>2008-04-20T14:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T14:59:26.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ausência</title><content type='html'>Carrego na alma a realidade da tua ausência. Aperto contra o peito a imagem da tua presença, num espaço que se transformou...de novo. Percorro as memórias, não distantes, dos sorrisos que tão generosamente ofereces. Partiste outra vez... sem mim. Levas contigo o vazio da distância e a angústia que, por mais que lutes, não acaba. Deixas o teu cheiro e a tua presença no espaço que vou preservar intacto, e que vou guardar, onde ninguém alcance, onde ninguém modifique. Aprisionar-te-ia em meus braços, se a vida,mesmo que mergulhada no seu caracteristico egoísmo, assim o consentisse. Enquando voas para longe de mim, desenho palavras que desejo que lesses, imagino abraços que desejo sentir... e sinto as lágrimas percorrerem a face que desperta, perante o teu olhar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931376424480284665-5626484063459407551?l=silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/5626484063459407551/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8931376424480284665&amp;postID=5626484063459407551' title='24 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/5626484063459407551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/5626484063459407551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/2008/04/ausncia.html' title='Ausência'/><author><name>Margarida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786267223120449671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931376424480284665.post-3283606885679527119</id><published>2008-03-21T23:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-04-20T15:05:10.904+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Busca"</title><content type='html'>"Busco em mim significados. Busco em mim razões. Não busco sonhos em mim, apenas os construo, passo a passo, momento a momento. Sou elemento perdido, desligado das palavras que os outros pronunciam, num espaço que eu não alcanço."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931376424480284665-3283606885679527119?l=silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/3283606885679527119/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8931376424480284665&amp;postID=3283606885679527119' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/3283606885679527119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/3283606885679527119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/2008/03/busca.html' title='&quot;Busca&quot;'/><author><name>Margarida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786267223120449671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931376424480284665.post-8137741880358587915</id><published>2008-03-21T22:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T23:37:47.489Z</updated><title type='text'>Em nós...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/R-RGJ1ikO6I/AAAAAAAAADo/MtnDLsfxxnw/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/R-RGJ1ikO6I/AAAAAAAAADo/MtnDLsfxxnw/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180342606187740066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vagueia por entre os espaços que preenchem o tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Nasce veloz e eficazmente.&lt;br /&gt;   Guia os movimentos, e molda as palavras numa dança que destrói a beleza do silêncio, cerra as barreiras que nos dividem. Ódio.&lt;br /&gt;   Envolve corpo e alma numa sintonia que se entranha tao docemente... Paira no som que nos completa, encaminha e designa. Chama a si a palavra simples, o beijo rápido, o toque profundo... de uma realidade que completa e apazigua. Paz.&lt;br /&gt;   Chama o sorriso no silencio de um olhar, e no silencio do olhar, revela o guerreiro que se encontra camuflado. Mostra a alma, a grandeza e dureza de cada batalha. Na vitória que tao intensamente sente, desenha, para a eternidade, o contorno da face que rejubila. Felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;   Solta a voz e os movimentos. encoraja palavras e actos. Move o corpo, sem pressa ou rota traçada. Transforma, sem certezas ou permissões. Dá asas, resguardo e atenção. Torna o desejo impulso certeiro. Aviva sonhos e constrói peças de realidade, pormenorizadamente, pensada, e, cuidadosamente, guardada. Amor.&lt;br /&gt;   Guiam-nos por roteiros desconhecidos. Existem. Nem sempre nos acompanham.Percorremos espaços, tentando encontra-los, tentando que nos encontrem... tentando desencontrá-lo, a ele, que nos despedaça a alma, e desmonta, pedaço a pedaço, o nosso tempo, o nosso espaço, o nosso ser.&lt;br /&gt;   Invada-nos a paz, guie-nos o amor e alcancemos a felicidade. Sejamos fortes. Desencontremo-nos do ódio sem nos perdermos de nós, para que possamos encontrar-nos num outro alguém.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931376424480284665-8137741880358587915?l=silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/8137741880358587915/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8931376424480284665&amp;postID=8137741880358587915' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/8137741880358587915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/8137741880358587915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/2008/03/em-ns.html' title='Em nós...'/><author><name>Margarida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786267223120449671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/R-RGJ1ikO6I/AAAAAAAAADo/MtnDLsfxxnw/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931376424480284665.post-9173825182431417524</id><published>2008-03-15T18:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-15T18:59:40.505Z</updated><title type='text'>...Presença...</title><content type='html'>Beijas-me os pensamentos. &lt;br /&gt;Desvendas os trilhos que se avistam, e acalmas, com a sabedoria que te inteira, os temores que se sofrem.&lt;br /&gt;Apaziguas a revolta que se expande. &lt;br /&gt;Caminhas, com passos largos e seguros.&lt;br /&gt;Rasgas o horizonte, desenhando a traços de resguardo as formas que te preenchem. &lt;br /&gt;Rodeias serenamente a figura, corpo e alma, que a todo o tempo te pertence.&lt;br /&gt;Captas, com a perícia de um ilusionista, o silêncio e quietude de que se carece.&lt;br /&gt;Provocas, em quem te desenha na alma, te sente no corpo e te anseia no tempo, uma dependência que corta o folêgo... &lt;br /&gt;Mas que fortalece... E engrandece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931376424480284665-9173825182431417524?l=silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/9173825182431417524/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8931376424480284665&amp;postID=9173825182431417524' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/9173825182431417524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/9173825182431417524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/2008/03/presena.html' title='...Presença...'/><author><name>Margarida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786267223120449671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931376424480284665.post-5502795386694481167</id><published>2008-02-27T21:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-27T21:54:13.595Z</updated><title type='text'>A ti...</title><content type='html'>Toma em tua mao e prende no teu coração os momentos que atravessam esta realidade. Guarda, no teu íntimo, na vontade da tua alma os sorrisos que desvendas com a facilidade de um mágico. Revela a magia da dança que nos une no silêncio do nosso  mundo. E lança-te, no mar de sonhos que definem e direccionam a nossa existência. Aqui e agora. O movimento suave que constrói tudo o que nos preenche, transporta-nos para um palco... onde danço, por entre as palmas daquele que acredita... Doce realidade que me completa, me fortalece! Conquistas cada pedaço de mim num ritual que me eleva a um local distante de uma veracidade que nos prende e nos condena. E permaneces, no tempo e espaço que ninguém, jamais, alcançará. Na rota da nossa existência somos o ar que respiramos, as palavras com que nos deliciamos e aquele sonho que, juntos, apenas juntos, vivemos. &lt;br /&gt;Pra ti amor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931376424480284665-5502795386694481167?l=silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/5502795386694481167/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8931376424480284665&amp;postID=5502795386694481167' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/5502795386694481167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/5502795386694481167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/2008/02/ti.html' title='A ti...'/><author><name>Margarida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786267223120449671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931376424480284665.post-8044381889467512750</id><published>2008-02-21T22:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:28:12.118Z</updated><title type='text'>Força...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/R73680SSGYI/AAAAAAAAADg/1XeOxV2UI3M/s1600-h/ghm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/R73680SSGYI/AAAAAAAAADg/1XeOxV2UI3M/s400/ghm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169563870025619842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazemos os nossos sonhos percorrer o infinito para que se percam. Sonhamos o mais que podemos, e abrimos os olhos desejando nao sonhar. Dispomo-nos a arriscar por tudo o que ansiamos, mas em nada arriscamos. A normalidade da-nos segurança, e so o que passou merecia ser diferente. Quantas vezes erguemos os olhos, tentando encontrar o conforto para a nossa alma, e nao encontramos... Entao, em voz baixa murmuramos palavras intensas, fazemos promessas eternas! Quando o tempo passa nada mais fica, para além "daquele" momento que nos cortou a respiraçao... Quando os nossos olhos nao encontram o que a alma procura, e o tempo curou a dor, as palavras nao passam de memorias que se esquecem facilmente...De uma forma demasiado facil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931376424480284665-8044381889467512750?l=silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/8044381889467512750/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8931376424480284665&amp;postID=8044381889467512750' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/8044381889467512750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/8044381889467512750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/2008/02/fora.html' title='Força...'/><author><name>Margarida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786267223120449671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/R73680SSGYI/AAAAAAAAADg/1XeOxV2UI3M/s72-c/ghm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931376424480284665.post-4933540822167737907</id><published>2008-02-19T18:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-19T18:37:53.627Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mariza - Jorge Fernando'/><title type='text'>Chuva</title><content type='html'>As coisas vulgares que há na vida&lt;br /&gt;Não deixam saudades&lt;br /&gt;Só as lembranças que doem&lt;br /&gt;Ou fazem sorrir&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Há gente que fica na história&lt;br /&gt;da história da gente&lt;br /&gt;e outras de quem nem o nome&lt;br /&gt;lembramos ouvir&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;São emoções que dão vida&lt;br /&gt;à saudade que trago&lt;br /&gt;Aquelas que tive contigo&lt;br /&gt;e acabei por perder&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Há dias que marcam a alma&lt;br /&gt;e a vida da gente&lt;br /&gt;e aquele em que tu me deixaste&lt;br /&gt;não posso esquecer&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A chuva molhava-me o rosto&lt;br /&gt;Gelado e cansado&lt;br /&gt;As ruas que a cidade tinha&lt;br /&gt;Já eu percorrera&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ai... meu choro de moça perdida&lt;br /&gt;gritava à cidade&lt;br /&gt;que o fogo do amor sob chuva&lt;br /&gt;há instantes morrera&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A chuva ouviu e calou&lt;br /&gt;meu segredo à cidade&lt;br /&gt;E eis que ela bate no vidro&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo a saudade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931376424480284665-4933540822167737907?l=silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/4933540822167737907/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8931376424480284665&amp;postID=4933540822167737907' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/4933540822167737907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/4933540822167737907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/2008/02/chuva.html' title='Chuva'/><author><name>Margarida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786267223120449671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931376424480284665.post-3255965962178234800</id><published>2008-01-31T22:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:15:50.765Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><title type='text'>***saudade***</title><content type='html'>Aperto contra o peito o cheiro da tua presença.&lt;br /&gt;Distancia-se uma realidade que nao se controla.&lt;br /&gt;Deixaram-se escapar os minutos, os segundos...&lt;br /&gt;Prenderam-se as palavras no pensamento, e cortou-se o impulso...&lt;br /&gt;Apenas o silencio...&lt;br /&gt;Apenas o coraçao apertado e a vontade de te abraçar.... e que vontade...&lt;br /&gt;Trago-te para perto de mim em pensamento, vivo com o brilho do teu olhar e o som do teu sorriso na minha mente. Esta distancia que constroi a saudade, e este tempo que nao te traz para perto de mim... Em cada pedaço de cada objecto está a tua impressao... Tudo aquilo que tu és...Essencia doce de uma ansia povoada por sonhos. Existe um vazio que nao se preenche, no espaço, e na alma... Tu és a estrela que intimida o sol, que apaixona a lua... E que alimenta a saudade... Com a distancia que se impôs, nesta realidade, sem ti, tao empobrecida... &lt;br /&gt;Nao vejo o momento de te abraçar....&lt;br /&gt;Com muitas saudades...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931376424480284665-3255965962178234800?l=silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/3255965962178234800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/3255965962178234800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/2008/01/saudade.html' title='***saudade***'/><author><name>Margarida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786267223120449671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931376424480284665.post-3784036213677756782</id><published>2008-01-20T12:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-20T12:10:32.703Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/R5M6GGqcIbI/AAAAAAAAADI/WhlyjDmISmw/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/R5M6GGqcIbI/AAAAAAAAADI/WhlyjDmISmw/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157529874811593138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever feel like you're gonna fall - oh I'll be&lt;br /&gt;there&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever feel down or feel small - oh don't&lt;br /&gt;despair&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever feel lost or feel alone - babe c'mon&lt;br /&gt;home&lt;br /&gt;Let's just make love - all night&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hold on - so time&lt;br /&gt;Let's make it last - for life&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you go&lt;br /&gt;Ya we're flying - feels just like flying&lt;br /&gt;We're such a long way up - from the ground&lt;br /&gt;Just you and me flying - so high 'n I'm never gonna&lt;br /&gt;come down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time you turn around and wanna run - oh come to&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;When every little dream comes undone - oh don't worry&lt;br /&gt;Let's just make love - all night&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hold on - so tight&lt;br /&gt;Let's make it last - for life&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you go&lt;br /&gt;Ya we're flying so high and…&lt;br /&gt;We're never gonna come down…you and me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931376424480284665-3784036213677756782?l=silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/3784036213677756782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/3784036213677756782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-you-ever-feel-like-youre-gonna-fall.html' title=''/><author><name>Margarida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786267223120449671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/R5M6GGqcIbI/AAAAAAAAADI/WhlyjDmISmw/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931376424480284665.post-2695412514763369630</id><published>2008-01-20T11:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:16:11.863Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Arrancas do meu peito as lágrimas da minha alma... com elas constróis o espaço que me afasta dos meus sonhos. Nao bastam, hoje, os sorrisos e silêncios... Agradáveis silêncios. És bondade e injustiça... Quebras o medo, e vergas os desejos...Dás felicidade... E, sem permissão, esmagas as pétalas da flor que ofereces, e retiras as asas ao anjo que criaste...Realidade...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931376424480284665-2695412514763369630?l=silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/2695412514763369630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/2695412514763369630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/2008/01/arrancas-do-meu-peito-as-lgrimas-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Margarida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786267223120449671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931376424480284665.post-9164488547161271809</id><published>2008-01-08T19:28:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-08T19:30:02.076Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;O medo fica perto das ideias loucas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931376424480284665-9164488547161271809?l=silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/9164488547161271809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/9164488547161271809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/2008/01/o-medo-fica-perto-das-ideias-loucas.html' title=''/><author><name>Margarida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786267223120449671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931376424480284665.post-7492667124897031882</id><published>2008-01-06T19:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:16:27.981Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>caminhas por entre a realidade que te conhece, num mundo que fechaste a sete chaves. Cerras os punhos quando a alma assim te ordena. Apagas todos os sorrisos e abafas todas as palavras ou sons que pertencem ao nosso mundo apenas. Desconhecido. Direccionas o teu olhar para o desconhecido, e percorres o infinito com a certeza de que a realidade nao se apaga ou muda jamais, nem num futuro que estruturamos... juntos. Permanece o teu olhar, o teu pensamento longe do que vivemos aqui, e agora. E o futuro que desenhamos? Parece nao ser capaz de despertar em ti a esperança ou ironia de uma tristeza, que se transformará, com toda a certeza em felicidade... Nesse futuro. Nosso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931376424480284665-7492667124897031882?l=silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/7492667124897031882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/7492667124897031882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/2008/01/caminhas-por-entre-realidade-que-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Margarida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786267223120449671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931376424480284665.post-4686871548731853303</id><published>2007-12-26T01:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:17:16.243Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Docemente abraço a nossa realidade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somos um só... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lutamos pelo mesmo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lutamos para o mesmo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Distanciamo-nos, por vezes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cabeça e coraçao...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deixamos as palavras guardadas, escondidas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perdemo-nos de nós proprios no labirinto que construimos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caminha para mim, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tal como eu caminho para ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Luta por mim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tal como eu luto por ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Une forças e vontade comigo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quebremos esta barreira, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sejamos felizes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como aprendemos, por nós próprios...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E para nós próprios...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E para o tempo que existe já nas nossas almas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E que partilharemos, pra sempre...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931376424480284665-4686871548731853303?l=silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/4686871548731853303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/4686871548731853303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/2007/12/docemente-abrao-nossa-realidade.html' title=''/><author><name>Margarida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786267223120449671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931376424480284665.post-1274766610284738628</id><published>2007-12-12T21:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:17:32.202Z</updated><title type='text'>Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/R2BcEq-fApI/AAAAAAAAAC4/vbwtw-K3K6k/s1600-h/unidos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143212009782706834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/R2BcEq-fApI/AAAAAAAAAC4/vbwtw-K3K6k/s400/unidos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ampara os meus sonhos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E desenha na palma da minha mão a forma do nosso amor. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desenlaça os nós da minha alma, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tranquiliza os receios do meu coração. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abraça as palavras que nos percorrem o pensamento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ninguém poderá quebrar a sintonia do nosso olhar..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ninguém poderá alcançar a imensidão das nossas vitórias.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Percorre os momentos do nosso passado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Construiremos as linhas do nosso futuro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apenas com o olhar elevas-me a alma,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com o toque sossegas o medo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caminharei, por entre caminhos desconhecidos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acompanhar-me-ás no tempo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acompanhar-me-às no espaço. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Serão os teus braços o meu leito,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Será a tua pele o meu refúgio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Da fonte que brota a nossa existência, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brota a nossa certeza. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No tempo que conhecemos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para um tempo que chegará...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O hoje, e o amanhã...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931376424480284665-1274766610284738628?l=silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/1274766610284738628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/1274766610284738628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/2007/12/apara-os-meus-sonhos-e-desenha-na-palma.html' title='Tempo'/><author><name>Margarida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786267223120449671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/R2BcEq-fApI/AAAAAAAAAC4/vbwtw-K3K6k/s72-c/unidos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931376424480284665.post-8489335581855884731</id><published>2007-12-12T21:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:17:43.769Z</updated><title type='text'>O que nos une</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/R2BXUa-fAoI/AAAAAAAAACw/vHj_80u-1T0/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143206782807507586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/R2BXUa-fAoI/AAAAAAAAACw/vHj_80u-1T0/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No silêncio que nos envolve,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eleva-se a vontade que nos preenche.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cor e som fundem-se,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quente e frio unem-se.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tece-se o impossivel de uma realidade que se sonha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É força, pureza...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É perspicácia e saber...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Domina as palavras e rasga o tempo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vence a escuridão e revela-se no infinito. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confunde futuro e presente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confunde sonho e realidade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preenche a simplicidade de retoques de originalidade...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desenha em tela de água o invisível aos olhos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O visível ao coração, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O inexplicável à alma...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Concede o olhar fugaz, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Transforma o movimento brusco.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inspira segurança...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desenha a plenitude, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arquitecta a grandeza...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eleva-se das cinzas, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mantém o fundamento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Continua a transformar, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A moldar, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A suportar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A todo o tempo...para os que acreditam...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931376424480284665-8489335581855884731?l=silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/8489335581855884731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/8489335581855884731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-que-nos-une.html' title='O que nos une'/><author><name>Margarida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786267223120449671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/R2BXUa-fAoI/AAAAAAAAACw/vHj_80u-1T0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931376424480284665.post-7399090858429583236</id><published>2007-11-18T11:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:18:46.043Z</updated><title type='text'>Ainda te lembras?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ainda te lembras da doçura do tempo que corria, como areia que nos escapava por entre os dedos? Ainda te lembras do som do vento, e do aroma da chuva? Da tensão do momento, das nossas vontades e do final pelo qual lutamos?Ainda te lembras da força que nos puxava, a voz que nos conduzia por entre caminhos que nao conheciamos? Ainda te lembras das estrelas que se escondiam e da noite, que, ainda que fria e chuvosa, se iluminou para todo o sempre? Ainda te lembras da textura da pele e da cor do momento? Ainda te lembras do sabor do beijo... Do sabor da coragem... E do sentimento que nos corria nas veias? Que nos movia... Ainda te lembras?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931376424480284665-7399090858429583236?l=silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/7399090858429583236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/7399090858429583236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/2007/11/ainda-te-lembras.html' title='Ainda te lembras?'/><author><name>Margarida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786267223120449671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931376424480284665.post-6089190500592225320</id><published>2007-11-06T18:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:19:00.984Z</updated><title type='text'>Procura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sem ti, andei perdida... Antes de chegares, nunca me consegui encontrar. Á noite, pedia a um Deus sem face que procurasse o meu amor pelos confins dos céus, que lhe pedisse que descesse pela aragem morna da noite até ao silêncio do meu coração. Ele procurou, e encontrou-te. Desde então, sempre que estivermos longe hei-de enviar-te os meus beijos pelo vento na esperança de que estes toquem o teu rosto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As dunas mudam com o vento, mas o desero permanece o mesmo...assim será com o nosso amor... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931376424480284665-6089190500592225320?l=silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/6089190500592225320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/6089190500592225320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/2007/11/procura.html' title='Procura'/><author><name>Margarida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786267223120449671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931376424480284665.post-4266860911525866677</id><published>2007-11-06T16:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:19:37.210Z</updated><title type='text'>Segredo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/RzCk3vd6-DI/AAAAAAAAABw/CRI1tB5lmjI/s1600-h/lÃ¡grima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129781253116721202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/RzCk3vd6-DI/AAAAAAAAABw/CRI1tB5lmjI/s320/l%C3%A1grima.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Em silêncio e na cumplicidade de um beijo ou de um olhar, que ninguém que passe compreende, mas que todos anseiam conhecer um dia, concretiza-se mais que um tempo ou uma verdade que no intimo de cada um de nós, se transforma num desejo tão forte que, quem sabe, a força conseguirá um dia fazer parar o tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Qual sentimento passageiro ou verdade feita, qual mundo perdido ou promessa falhada conseguirá findar tal verdade descoberta, tal tempo eterno e sem medida, que se realiza em cada beijo, em cada palavra, em cada coincidência que faz a imensa felicidade da certeza do mundo e de todas as partidas que dele fazem parte. Essas partidas sem graça e profundas, que nos fazem chorar e sofrer, que nos roubam o pedaço do nosso coração que contém a alegria... Essas mesmas partidas que nos fazem acreditar no amor que alguém nos pode dar, na grandeza do ser de uma pessoa e em tudo o que nos faz feliz... Hoje, acredito no amor, porque alguém me mostrou que ele há-de existir incondicionalmente, desde que seja verdadeiro... Os miomentos ficam gravados num tempo chamado sempre, que é eterno e nos faz crescer e querer mais, mais e mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931376424480284665-4266860911525866677?l=silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/4266860911525866677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/4266860911525866677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/2007/11/segredo.html' title='Segredo'/><author><name>Margarida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786267223120449671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/RzCk3vd6-DI/AAAAAAAAABw/CRI1tB5lmjI/s72-c/l%C3%A1grima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931376424480284665.post-1604937101079239389</id><published>2007-11-06T16:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:19:48.996Z</updated><title type='text'>Descobertas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/RzCdBPd6-CI/AAAAAAAAABo/QZ1L9_yElEA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129772620232456226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" height="94" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/RzCdBPd6-CI/AAAAAAAAABo/QZ1L9_yElEA/s320/images.jpg" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fez-me descobrir o mundo na palma da sua mão, o perfume da sua pele e a delicadeza desse tal amor que se tenta resumir a definições e insignias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fez-me descobrir o brilho do sorriso contido e a esplêndida maravilha dessa tal vergonha que tornou tudo tão ingénuo e tão belo... tão inesquecível!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ensinou-me o amor incondicional, a espera que sempre recompensada se torna tão deliciosa, tão apetecível... e porque quem ama constrói os seus próprios sonhos, fez-me sonhar!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E continua a fazê-lo, com um toque suave de um mágico que sabe o segredo da minha felicidade... Com a inevitabilidade característica de um anjo que concretiza em beijos, abraços todos os sorrisos que no início de um grande amor infindável, aconteceram tão docemente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E toda essa efemeridade, de tão perigosa que é deixa de existir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cada momento e cada palavra é a eternidade que vive dentro de cada coração e cada alma, numa razão que de racional não tem nada, e me faz sonhar tanto, e acreditar que o amor existe para que se possam sonhar todos os pormenores do mais belo sentimento e conhecer o mais profundo de uma pessoa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Faz-me descobrir mil e uma verdades quando elas pareciam nem existir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Faz-me adormecer no seu ombro e sentir que estou num céu repleto de algodão doce, quase tão doce como ele... como tu...meu amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Suavemente acaricias-me, com a ternura que apenas tu possuis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E como desejo sentir-te todos os dias, todas as horas, sem que o tempo mi impeça de sentir a admirar o quanto é verdadeiro o nosso amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Amor!! Faz-me sonhar para sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Faz-me sonhar na eternidade do nosso amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Faz-me adormecer com a certeza de que, ao acordar, toda a magia do nosso amor viverá ainda no teu coração, e permancerá ainda em cada palavra que me sussuras ao ouvido&lt;/span&gt;...!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931376424480284665-1604937101079239389?l=silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/1604937101079239389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/1604937101079239389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/2007/11/descobertas.html' title='Descobertas...'/><author><name>Margarida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786267223120449671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/RzCdBPd6-CI/AAAAAAAAABo/QZ1L9_yElEA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931376424480284665.post-747105088301054272</id><published>2007-10-28T18:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:20:24.018Z</updated><title type='text'>Força</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por ti...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rasguei do mundo horizontes, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E lavrei agras searas de paixão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por ti...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Corri vales, subi montes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E sofri...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Demil tormentos solidão. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por ti, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixei de ser tudo o que era, para poder alcançar o teu amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por ti, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiz de Inverno, Primavera, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E reproduziria até, os actos de Romeu...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/RzCn5vd6-FI/AAAAAAAAACA/1OosOskuZ74/s1600-h/forÃ§a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129784586011342930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" height="120" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/RzCn5vd6-FI/AAAAAAAAACA/1OosOskuZ74/s320/for%C3%A7a.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por ti, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixei de ser rainha do meu trono, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E sou escrava submissa do teu ser.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por ti, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixei meu ser ao abondono, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pelo medo de algum dia te perder...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por ti, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Voltei de novo a ser menina, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seguindo cegamente os teus anseios.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por ti, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fui constantemente peregrina, cruzando o teu caminho sem receios.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por ti, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Espalhei círios para atear as chamas do amor, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dos nossos beijos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por ti, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foi sempre assim, sem hesitar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A mais pequena vez... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dos teus desejos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931376424480284665-747105088301054272?l=silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/747105088301054272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/747105088301054272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/2007/10/por-ti.html' title='Força'/><author><name>Margarida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786267223120449671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/RzCn5vd6-FI/AAAAAAAAACA/1OosOskuZ74/s72-c/for%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931376424480284665.post-8672673890347717719</id><published>2007-10-28T18:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:20:00.326Z</updated><title type='text'>Sentir-te...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/RzCpHPd6-GI/AAAAAAAAACI/6Yl21AO6IP0/s1600-h/sentir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129785917451204706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/RzCpHPd6-GI/AAAAAAAAACI/6Yl21AO6IP0/s320/sentir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dá-me a pele da tua mão, fresca e tão macia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dá-me o sol do teu olhar, profundo e repleto de vontades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dá-me a beber dos teus beijos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Teus beijos doces e intensos, dos quais nunca me vou fartar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ainda que queiras saciar a minha vontade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Beija-me quanto quiseres, teus beijos nunca são demais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E a minha vontade, nunca será saciada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Encosta o teu corpo ao meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Deixa-me sentir-te como se estivessemos no fim do tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Como se a eternidade fosse nossa, finalmente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Beijar-te-ei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Beijar a tua pele é como provar a flor de lótus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Senti-la, é como renascer e sentir o perigo de tal momento acabar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Caminharei sem medo pelos vales que me conduzires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E na escuridão, saberei que, mesmo com os lábios cerrados, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sentirei a tu respiração ofegante perto da minha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A tua respiração que me deixará sempre sonhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E a tua voz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O silêncio do nosso amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Embrieguemo-nos de amor até ao amanhacer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Deixamos a razão para trás, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O mundo não importa mais!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Só tu e eu....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O sol e a lua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tu e eu somos o amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O sol e a lua serão a nossa perfeita eternidade...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931376424480284665-8672673890347717719?l=silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/8672673890347717719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/8672673890347717719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/2007/10/d-me-pele-da-tua-mo-fresca-e-to-macia.html' title='Sentir-te...'/><author><name>Margarida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786267223120449671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/RzCpHPd6-GI/AAAAAAAAACI/6Yl21AO6IP0/s72-c/sentir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931376424480284665.post-2279314231095673345</id><published>2007-10-25T22:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:19:25.353Z</updated><title type='text'>Unidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/RzCpsPd6-HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/sAcI9nu4ea4/s1600-h/unidos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129786553106364530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" height="197" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/RzCpsPd6-HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/sAcI9nu4ea4/s400/unidos.jpg" width="129" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Une-te a mim, hoje, como se o tempo acabasse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E nada, nem ninguém o pudesse mudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Une-te a mim, como se fosse a última vez, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E dos tantos sonhos que tenhas sonhado, tão poucos realizas-te...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Por tão pouco teres lutado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Une-te a mim, como se o aperto no teu peito te roubasse o olhar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Como se a nossa união te roubasse a respiração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Une-te a mim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Despido de preconceitos, medos e anseios...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Une-te a mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Como se te sentisses perdido, e a tua alma tremesse, tal era a confusão de sentimentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Une-te a mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No início do tempo que a vida se atreve a nos roubar, de tao grande que é o seu egoísmo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Une-te a mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hoje mais do que ontem, mas muito menos que amanhã...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Une-te a mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E sente a intensidade da minha paixão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E o secretismo do meu desejo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Entrelaça os teus dedos nos meus, roça a tua pele suave na minha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Solta o doce aroma do teu beijo, em cada palavra....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Que em cada segundo da tua respiração sintas tudo o que prendo cá dentro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Por ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Une-te a mim neste tempo que se inicia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E não deixes, jamais, que o tempo nos separe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931376424480284665-2279314231095673345?l=silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/2279314231095673345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/2279314231095673345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/2007/10/unidos.html' title='Unidos'/><author><name>Margarida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786267223120449671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/RzCpsPd6-HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/sAcI9nu4ea4/s72-c/unidos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931376424480284665.post-8588468255629431795</id><published>2007-10-25T21:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:20:34.932Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/RyED3dSl94I/AAAAAAAAABM/RQuC71twdmg/s1600-h/mao+chuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125382102214637442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/RyED3dSl94I/AAAAAAAAABM/RQuC71twdmg/s320/mao+chuva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Não lhe venhas falar da razão, não lhe cobres lógica,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não lhe peças coerência... Ele é pura emoção. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tem razões e motivações próprias, é movido por paixão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Essa é a sua religião e ciência.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não meças meus sentimentos nem tentes compará-los a nada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deles sei eu. Eu e os meus fantasmas, eu e os meus medos, eu e a minha alma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não fales de nuvens, ele é o sol e a lua.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não contes as poças, ele é o mar, profundo e intenso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não exige prazos ou datas, é eterno e intemporal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não imponhas condições, ele é absolutamente incondicional. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não esperes explicações, ele não as tem, apenas acontece, sem hora, local ou ordem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vive em cada molécula. É o todo e o uno. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu não o vês, mas sentes. Está tanto na minha solidão como no teu sorriso. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vive-se por ele, morre-se por ele. Sobrevive-se em ele. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É o começo e o fim. É todo o meio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É o nosso objectivo. Tem milhões de definições.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todas certas, todas imperfeitas, todas lógicas apenas em motivações pessoais. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todas correctas, todas erradas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É tudo, e, sem ele, tudo é nada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabe quando tem de morrer, sabe que sempre irá renascer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muda o protagonista, nunca a história. Muda de cenário, mas nunca o roteiro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É música, ecoa e sacode. É fogo, queima e destrói. É água, afoga inuda e invade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É tempo, sem medidas, sem marcação. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É o nosso reino, meu altar e teu trono.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tua liberdade, minha luz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vela teu sono...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É... o nosso amor.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931376424480284665-8588468255629431795?l=silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/8588468255629431795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/8588468255629431795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-lhe-venhas-falar-da-razo-no-lhe.html' title=''/><author><name>Margarida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786267223120449671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/RyED3dSl94I/AAAAAAAAABM/RQuC71twdmg/s72-c/mao+chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931376424480284665.post-3001589744306981162</id><published>2007-10-25T21:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:19:11.908Z</updated><title type='text'>Juntos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/RyD_vNSl93I/AAAAAAAAABE/GQyZ5mc57bw/s1600-h/Chuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125377562434205554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/RyD_vNSl93I/AAAAAAAAABE/GQyZ5mc57bw/s320/Chuva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Fazes me princesa do nosso mundo, e realidade do nosso sonho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por entre beijos e carícias diz que me amas, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que me queres e, ainda que o tempo acabe, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ninguém será capaz de afastar o que duas vontades tao intensas conseguiram juntar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Serás sempre o mesmo que me protege hoje, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que me abraçará amanhã,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E não me deixarás jamais...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque sei que contigo não verei o sol escurecer, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou o mundo esmorecer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verei sim, a lua viver no nosso amor, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As estrelas afogarem-se na nossa paixão...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por cada minuto que estivemos juntos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por cada palavra dita e não sentida, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por cada palavra contida, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixa-me dizer.te que te amo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que te quero, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixa-me tocar-te a alma, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E abraçar o teu coração para sempre. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixa-me elevar-te nas minhas promessas verdadeiras, de amor e felicidade...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois prometo que nao deixareio ninguém destruirqualquer momento, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Qualquer olhar, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou qualquer sonho, que juntos, sei que somos capazes de tornar realidade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem ti serei o nada, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que preenche um mundo vazio, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Numa realidade que nao existe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931376424480284665-3001589744306981162?l=silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/3001589744306981162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/3001589744306981162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/2007/10/juntos.html' title='Juntos'/><author><name>Margarida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786267223120449671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/RyD_vNSl93I/AAAAAAAAABE/GQyZ5mc57bw/s72-c/Chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931376424480284665.post-3112520433197640301</id><published>2007-10-14T17:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:20:49.538Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/RxJH5xEyr2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/RviJl1FQaF4/s1600-h/tok.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121234784025227106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="142" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/RxJH5xEyr2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/RviJl1FQaF4/s320/tok.jpg" width="116" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por cada beijo que trocamos, renasci...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Renasci e continuarei a renascer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Renasço das amarguras e dos desalentos que me intrigam e consomem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dos momentos que em silêncio nos foram roubados, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E da frieza das palavras que nos magoam. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Renasço em ti, por cada promessa que silenciosamente recordamos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E por cada momento de felicidade que tecemos em cada etapa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E assim, percorro o mundo que construimos com os sonhos que alcançamos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Partilhamos tempo e espaço, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Numa realidade que nos acolhe o olhar e ampara o passo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somos um só, por todas as promessas e todas as batalhas que possamos perder. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou eu em ti, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E tu em mim, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por todas as palavras que pronunciamos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por todos os olhares que trocamos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beija-me o corpo com o olhar, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E toca-me a alma com o teu toque suave de amante eterno.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iluminas de felicidade a rua do meu coração, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o céu da minha vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;És as estrelas que me fascinam, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;És o sol que me aquece, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E, acima de tudo, és a força que me mantém segura...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E me faz acreditar na felicidade!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931376424480284665-3112520433197640301?l=silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/3112520433197640301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/3112520433197640301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/2007/10/por-cada-beijo-que-trocamos-renasci.html' title=''/><author><name>Margarida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786267223120449671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/RxJH5xEyr2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/RviJl1FQaF4/s72-c/tok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931376424480284665.post-738464746894896777</id><published>2007-09-09T12:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:20:11.888Z</updated><title type='text'>Real eternidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/RuQJtTBqDAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZbSjfzjn0bA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108218551150971906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/RuQJtTBqDAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZbSjfzjn0bA/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;O olhar esconde-se por entre momentos que se concretizam, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A vontade engrandece cada segundo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;E o desejo molda em formas fugazes cada particula de tempo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ergue-se da alma, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ergue-se do corpo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ergue-se dos sonhos toda a realidade sonhada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Todos os momentos idealizados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Por entre as sombras de outros, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Caminha a secreta esperança dessa noçao, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Que queremos construir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Com alicerces fortalecidos e certezas conquistadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Somos um no outro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Somos um pelo outro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Somos, tu e eu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sem medo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;O vento moldara o nosso amor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Porém este permanecerá no mesmo lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;O tempo moldara os nossos corpos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Porém a nossa alma permanecerá a mesma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Amar-nos-emos como nunca, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Seja qual for o deserto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Seja qual for o tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931376424480284665-738464746894896777?l=silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/738464746894896777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/738464746894896777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-olhar-esconde-se-por-entre-momentos.html' title='Real eternidade'/><author><name>Margarida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786267223120449671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/RuQJtTBqDAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZbSjfzjn0bA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931376424480284665.post-2660910011965620090</id><published>2007-08-20T18:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:18:34.627Z</updated><title type='text'>Seremos Simplesmente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/RsnVjzBqC_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/jRRyXlqFB5s/s1600-h/abraco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100842863943093234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/RsnVjzBqC_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/jRRyXlqFB5s/s320/abraco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rasga o silencio que nos envolve, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tece o pano dos nossos sonhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beija com suavidade os momentos que nos constroem, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fortalece o império das nossas realidades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seremos fortaleza e abrigo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seremos céu e mar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Profundezas e confins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E assim, seremos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Com o tempo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Com o espaço, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Com a vontade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Com o que somos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Com as estrelas que nos perseguem e nos fascinam,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E com os sonhos que perseguimos e nos completam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Percorreremos o caminho das nossas almas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cumpriremos os designios do nosso coraçao,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seremos, sem ser, inimigos e amantes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dos tempos perdidos e dos momentos sem sentido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seremos, simplesmente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sem adornos ou mentiras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu para ti, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tu para mim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como nos amamos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como nos queremos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nesta imensa simplicidade que nos preenche e nos liberta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931376424480284665-2660910011965620090?l=silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/2660910011965620090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/2660910011965620090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/2007/08/seremos-simplesmente.html' title='Seremos Simplesmente'/><author><name>Margarida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786267223120449671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/RsnVjzBqC_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/jRRyXlqFB5s/s72-c/abraco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931376424480284665.post-1076334697775421963</id><published>2007-08-01T16:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:18:16.566Z</updated><title type='text'>Ao meu amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/RrDBpPBXDiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/44ho00CuATk/s1600-h/flor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093784092707065378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="119" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/RrDBpPBXDiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/44ho00CuATk/s320/flor.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Carinhosamente toco a tua mão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Encosto os meus lábios aos teus para que sintas o calor da minha respiraçao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anseio dar-te paz, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Coragem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anseio ser o teu porto seguro, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E nao precisará existir tempestada para que assim permaneça...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Serei o teu por-do-sol, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O teu mundo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os teus sentidos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomarei parte de ti, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como o mar toma parte da terra.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E amarte-ei,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como a lua ama o sol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Continuarei a ser a fada que dança por entre as palmas daqueles que ainda acreditam...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ama-me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonha os meus sonhos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pisa os meus passos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perde-te de ti...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mas encontra-te em nós...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para o meu amor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931376424480284665-1076334697775421963?l=silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/1076334697775421963/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8931376424480284665&amp;postID=1076334697775421963' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/1076334697775421963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/1076334697775421963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/2007/08/ao-meu-amor.html' title='Ao meu amor...'/><author><name>Margarida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786267223120449671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/RrDBpPBXDiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/44ho00CuATk/s72-c/flor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931376424480284665.post-6015911012689440449</id><published>2007-07-26T14:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:17:57.609Z</updated><title type='text'>Fragilidades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/Rqiy2_BXDgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UBK3wm4QbA4/s1600-h/abraÃ§o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091516036442164738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/Rqiy2_BXDgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UBK3wm4QbA4/s320/abra%C3%A7o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomara eu parar o tempo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agarrar as palavras e os momentos.&lt;br /&gt;Prende-los na palma da minha mao,&lt;br /&gt;Sem nunca sentir que me fogem por entre os dedos,&lt;br /&gt;Despertando em mim um sentimento de impotencia...&lt;br /&gt;Luto sem hora ou tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Sem limite...&lt;br /&gt;Permaneço no mundo de sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;No passado que passou...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a minha alma a ser sugada&lt;br /&gt;Por todas as memorias que nao passam mais disso...&lt;br /&gt;Tento recuar no tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Modificar-me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nenhuma modificaçao trará de volta a amizade que acabou...&lt;br /&gt;O tempo venceu a vontade,&lt;br /&gt;E todas as juras e confidencias,&lt;br /&gt;Nao passam hoje de ténues lembranças...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931376424480284665-6015911012689440449?l=silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/6015911012689440449/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8931376424480284665&amp;postID=6015911012689440449' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/6015911012689440449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/6015911012689440449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/2007/07/tomara-eu-parar-o-tempo.html' title='Fragilidades'/><author><name>Margarida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786267223120449671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/Rqiy2_BXDgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UBK3wm4QbA4/s72-c/abra%C3%A7o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8931376424480284665.post-2027581646497416692</id><published>2007-07-26T12:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T11:38:11.800Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/RqifVPBXDfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QRlAZc3cccs/s1600-h/corpos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091494565900652018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="116" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axmS-BxV-nc/RqifVPBXDfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QRlAZc3cccs/s320/corpos.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silenciosamente grita as tuas palavras...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E deixa-me que as ouça, as toque e as sinta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guardarei no peito a sua suavidade, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E na memoria, o seu significado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nao deixarei jamais que estas se desvaneçam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por entre os momentos e as circunstancias...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Segreda-me os teus desejos, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conta-me os teus sonhos, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mostra-me as tuas vitorias...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Serei o teu refúgio, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Construirei o castelo das tuas emoçoes, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adornarei de felicidade os teus minutos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixa-me penetrar nesse mundo secreto,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E, secretamente, ajudar-te a vencer os obstaculos da vida, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E as injustiças do tempo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assim, secretamente seremos, um só, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu e eu, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para sempre...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8931376424480284665-2027581646497416692?l=silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenciosainspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/2027581646497416692/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8931376424480284665&amp;postID=2027581646497416692' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8931376424480284665/posts/default/2027581646497416692'/><link rel='self' 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