<?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-7602522561053965839</id><updated>2012-02-17T00:57:36.990-03:00</updated><category term='caminho'/><category term='Fernando Pessoa'/><category term='Atitude'/><category term='Cecilia Meireles'/><category term='passagem'/><category term='Poesias'/><category term='amor'/><category term='tempo'/><title type='text'>Plêiades</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleiades-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602522561053965839/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleiades-pleiades.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pleiades</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05239052200474482784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vZjQzNW6gCw/SIkOrEHY2PI/AAAAAAAAACI/MNLon10qqDU/S220/img_noite_linda.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602522561053965839.post-2162046262800344419</id><published>2008-07-25T18:17:00.018-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T19:47:59.850-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernando Pessoa'/><title type='text'>Amar de novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;primeira poesia que decorei, estava no livro de português do primeiro ano ginasial (bem, acho que era assim que se chamava no século passado), lá se vão mais de quinze anos... era Autopsicografia de Fernando Pessoa, não imaginava naquele dia, que ela seria apenas o começo de tantas outras que fariam parte da minha vida, que habitariam meu coração junto com os amores sonhados e vividos. Eu era uma romântica a moda antiga, que sonhava em encontrar aquela pessoa especial, se encantar no olhar, fazer planos para a eternidade, entregar flores, dedicar poesias  e fazer serenatas. Alguns acharão brega, ultrapassado, tudo bem. Ainda sou uma romântica, uma sonhadora, que quem sabe um dia, encontra o seu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; E daí, depois de uma longa espera, aparece essa mulher linda, na minha vida &lt;/span&gt;e me fez acreditar que posso sim, amar de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZjQzNW6gCw/SIpPi7bkrNI/AAAAAAAAACY/I2x1l5pjqJY/s1600-h/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+rosas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZjQzNW6gCw/SIpPi7bkrNI/AAAAAAAAACY/I2x1l5pjqJY/s320/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+rosas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227077779004370130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;O Amor, quando se revela...  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;Fernando Pessoa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   O amor, quando se revela,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não se sabe revelar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sabe bem olhar p'ra ela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas não lhe sabe falar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quem quer dizer o que sente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não sabe o que há de dizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fala: parece que mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Cala: parece esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah, mas se ela adivinhasse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se pudesse ouvir o olhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E se um olhar bastasse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pra saber que a estão a amar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas quem sente muito, cala;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quem quer dizer quanto sente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fica sem alma nem fala,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fica só, inteiramente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas se isto puder contar-lhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O que não lhe ouso contar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já não terei que falar-lhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Porque lhe estou a falar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;/span&gt;_________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                            &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Foto: Wallpapers e imagens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7602522561053965839-2162046262800344419?l=pleiades-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleiades-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/2162046262800344419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7602522561053965839&amp;postID=2162046262800344419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602522561053965839/posts/default/2162046262800344419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602522561053965839/posts/default/2162046262800344419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleiades-pleiades.blogspot.com/2008/07/amar-de-novo.html' title='Amar de novo'/><author><name>Pleiades</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05239052200474482784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vZjQzNW6gCw/SIkOrEHY2PI/AAAAAAAAACI/MNLon10qqDU/S220/img_noite_linda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZjQzNW6gCw/SIpPi7bkrNI/AAAAAAAAACY/I2x1l5pjqJY/s72-c/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+rosas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602522561053965839.post-3856997579134584939</id><published>2008-07-24T19:46:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T19:56:40.857-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cecilia Meireles'/><title type='text'>Meu sonho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZjQzNW6gCw/SIkHcuQnKXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/wWfVdU9YNYU/s1600-h/a+espera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZjQzNW6gCw/SIkHcuQnKXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/wWfVdU9YNYU/s200/a+espera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226717032575609202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu Sonho (Cecília Meireles)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Parei as águas do meu sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; para teu rosto se mirar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Mas só a sombra dos meus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; ficou por cima, a procurar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Os pássaros da madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; não têm coragem de cantar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; vendo o meu sonho interminável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; e a esperança do meu olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Procurei-te em vão pela terra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; perto do céu, por sobre o mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Se não chegas nem pelo sonho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; por que insisto em te imaginar ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Quando vierem fechar meus olhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; talvez não se deixem fechar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Talvez pensem que o tempo volta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; e que vens, se o tempo voltar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Foto: Wallpaper e imagens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7602522561053965839-3856997579134584939?l=pleiades-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleiades-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/3856997579134584939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7602522561053965839&amp;postID=3856997579134584939&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602522561053965839/posts/default/3856997579134584939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602522561053965839/posts/default/3856997579134584939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleiades-pleiades.blogspot.com/2008/07/meu-sonho.html' title='Meu sonho...'/><author><name>Pleiades</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05239052200474482784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vZjQzNW6gCw/SIkOrEHY2PI/AAAAAAAAACI/MNLon10qqDU/S220/img_noite_linda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZjQzNW6gCw/SIkHcuQnKXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/wWfVdU9YNYU/s72-c/a+espera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602522561053965839.post-6073326342158918275</id><published>2008-07-03T23:45:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T14:02:48.771-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tempo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caminho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passagem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atitude'/><title type='text'>Andanças e Mudanças</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;        Hoje eu quero falar sobre o tempo, aquele que pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ssa quando estamos pensando no passado. Já não posso mudar nada lá, porém lá continuo. Então vira tempo perdido, e o que passou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; vira amarra, um ser que já não sou qu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e insiste em habitar o meu presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. Quem comanda este ser, sou eu, &lt;/span&gt;eu, que sou composta do que passou e do que vive hoje, portanto diferente do ontem. Não sou passiva, sou eu quem dá as ordens. Sou nova hoje,...amanhã já serei passado  e ao mesmo tempo nova de novo.&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;        Por isso &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"seja passado o passado, tome-se outra vereda e pronto" &lt;/span&gt;(acho que é do Guimarães Rosa). Que a alegria do encontro esteja presente e que não se perca mais tempo com o que se foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZjQzNW6gCw/SG7weSrSTxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Z0yjFs9GS28/s1600-h/Muito%2Bamor%2Bpara%2Bdar%2B%2812%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZjQzNW6gCw/SG7weSrSTxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Z0yjFs9GS28/s320/Muito%2Bamor%2Bpara%2Bdar%2B%2812%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219373421369118482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;        “Há um menino, há um moleque morando sempre no meu coração, toda vez que o adulto balança ele vem para me dar a mão…E me fala de coisas bonitas que eu acredito que não deixarão de existir”&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Milton Nascimento)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Foto: Wallpapers e imagens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7602522561053965839-6073326342158918275?l=pleiades-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleiades-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/6073326342158918275/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7602522561053965839&amp;postID=6073326342158918275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602522561053965839/posts/default/6073326342158918275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602522561053965839/posts/default/6073326342158918275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleiades-pleiades.blogspot.com/2008/07/mudanas.html' title='Andanças e Mudanças'/><author><name>Pleiades</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05239052200474482784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vZjQzNW6gCw/SIkOrEHY2PI/AAAAAAAAACI/MNLon10qqDU/S220/img_noite_linda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZjQzNW6gCw/SG7weSrSTxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Z0yjFs9GS28/s72-c/Muito%2Bamor%2Bpara%2Bdar%2B%2812%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602522561053965839.post-5547092477917153483</id><published>2008-06-30T20:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T23:10:57.009-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>Pessoa e pessoas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acho que comecei a gostar de poesia com o Fernando...o Pessoa, me encantava a forma como ele se  expressava, como "pessoas" diferentes, ser um e ao mesmo tempo vários, com seus heterônimos, cada um com sua personalidade complexa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  Crio este blog como um exercício de expressão,  aprendendo a me colocar em palavras. Abrindo uma janela para o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Convido  você que está passando, para um passeio pelo poema de Alberto Caeiro e por você mesmo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZjQzNW6gCw/SGl41lPa60I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ZZJNwX3FNrs/s1600-h/Janela+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZjQzNW6gCw/SGl41lPa60I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ZZJNwX3FNrs/s320/Janela+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217834505210620738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Não basta abrir a janela&lt;br /&gt;Para ver os campos e o rio.&lt;br /&gt;Não é bastante não ser cego&lt;br /&gt;Para ver as árvores e as flores.&lt;br /&gt;É preciso também não ter filosofia nenhuma.&lt;br /&gt;Com filosofia não há árvores: há ideias apenas.&lt;br /&gt;Há só cada um de nós, como uma cave.&lt;br /&gt;Há só uma janela fechada, e todo o mundo lá fora;&lt;br /&gt;E um sonho do que se poderia ver se a janela se abrisse,&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca é o que se vê quando se abre a janela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Foto: Wallpapers e imagens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7602522561053965839-5547092477917153483?l=pleiades-pleiades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleiades-pleiades.blogspot.com/feeds/5547092477917153483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7602522561053965839&amp;postID=5547092477917153483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602522561053965839/posts/default/5547092477917153483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602522561053965839/posts/default/5547092477917153483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleiades-pleiades.blogspot.com/2008/06/pessoa-e-pessoas.html' title='Pessoa e pessoas'/><author><name>Pleiades</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05239052200474482784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vZjQzNW6gCw/SIkOrEHY2PI/AAAAAAAAACI/MNLon10qqDU/S220/img_noite_linda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZjQzNW6gCw/SGl41lPa60I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ZZJNwX3FNrs/s72-c/Janela+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
