<?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-7043970331695623011</id><updated>2012-01-24T19:40:30.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meus Poemas, Textos , Riscos e Rabiscos</title><subtitle type='html'>Sou alegria.
Sou tristeza.
Sou vendaval.
Sou calmaria.
Sou alternâncias
entre o meu “Eu”
interior e o exterior.
Sou assim, feita de amor.

Mas não tentes entender-me como sou.
Tem horas que as lágrimas correm soltas,
Tem horas que o riso ecoa no ar...
Sou sonho e realidade.
Sou enfim:
O resultado
 que o destino me legou..

Lina Seabra
ASL
03/08/2009</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>181</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-6649478537502752442</id><published>2012-01-24T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T19:40:30.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nePsHtCcOBk/Tx95pkJ2g0I/AAAAAAAABOg/w9qjAbrueHs/s1600/a%2Bdor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 117px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nePsHtCcOBk/Tx95pkJ2g0I/AAAAAAAABOg/w9qjAbrueHs/s400/a%2Bdor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701409408260932418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Os pensamentos são como aves que batem suas asas e transpõem lugares diversos, ora estão perto de nós, ora distante O que fazer com eles? Deixá-los voar......... E fazer deles folhas soltas ao vento." LS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-6649478537502752442?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/6649478537502752442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/6649478537502752442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2012/01/os-pensamentos-sao-como-aves-que-batem.html' title=''/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nePsHtCcOBk/Tx95pkJ2g0I/AAAAAAAABOg/w9qjAbrueHs/s72-c/a%2Bdor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-7250563504186985328</id><published>2011-08-01T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T18:30:26.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Como te quero!</title><content type='html'>Como te quero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te quando o dia amanhece e vejo o sol entrar pela janela.&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te dividindo comigo as alegrias e tristezas do amanhecer ao entardecer.&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te ao cair da noite, ouvindo-te conversar e cochilar e depois ao acordar&lt;br /&gt;no enlevo do amor sublime, no aconchego dos teus braços, no meio dos abraços&lt;br /&gt;os  entrelaços do amor vivido embaixo dos lençóis,&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te todos os dias, todas as noites, todas as horas.&lt;br /&gt;Amor para mim é assim: Aconchego, cheiros, abraços e amassos.&lt;br /&gt;Uma eternidade que dure um dia, anos semanas, meses,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que não haja laços , nem nós para serem desatados.&lt;br /&gt;É assim que quero amar-te. &lt;br /&gt;É assim que quero ser amada..&lt;br /&gt;É assim que te amo&lt;br /&gt;Respeito e solidariedade, &lt;br /&gt;Amor para a eternidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;11/07/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-7250563504186985328?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/feeds/7250563504186985328/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2011/08/como-te-quero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/7250563504186985328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/7250563504186985328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2011/08/como-te-quero.html' title='Como te quero!'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-1339202544840060460</id><published>2011-04-27T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T08:13:58.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia das Mães. Dia dos Pais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eRmb4gLM0sY/TbgyhCT48iI/AAAAAAAABMY/vxby42fb2l8/s1600/Aula%2B27a.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 346px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eRmb4gLM0sY/TbgyhCT48iI/AAAAAAAABMY/vxby42fb2l8/s400/Aula%2B27a.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600281679772578338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia das mães e/ou Dia dos pais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe dia das mães ou dia dos pais?  Claro que sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nos 365 dias do ano lá está ela ou ele de plantão permanente, cuidando, dando amor, carinho, cumplicidade, educando, dizendo não, quando precisa orientar o filho onde o sim que ele espera não era adequado naquele momento. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizendo sim quando é um sim merecido. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes para os filhos eles são chamados de chatos, implicantes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas logo depois o filho entende que os pais são  anjos vigilantes e que precisam tomar atitudes que muitas vezes os filhos não aceitam, mas percebem que tudo é para o bem deles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Os filhos começam a perceber e entender realmente o que é ser pai ou mãe quando eles crescem e têm seus próprios filhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse momento seus pensamentos voltam ao tempo de criança e percebem que a história está se repetindo com eles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Quando não temos nossos pais junto a nós, bate a saudade dos bons momentos vividos e das grandes lições recebidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; E assim percebemos que não é preciso um dia para prestigiar a mãe ou pai. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eles desejam ser lembrados o ano todo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em um dia da semana, ou uma vez no mês receber um alô mãe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ou alô pai! Você está bem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que presente melhor para os pais, depois que os filhos crescem e cada filho(s) ou filha(s) toma(m) seu rumo e receberem assim de surpresa, uma visita ou um telefonema, acho que é o melhor presente que àquele determinado pela mídia, para comercializarem produtos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor, amizade, afeto, carinho não se vendem nas lojas nem vêm embrulhados em papéis de brilhos coloridos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Esses são os melhores presentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitos pais vivem em abrigos, moram sós, longe ou perto..mas nunca esquecem daqueles meninos ou meninas( para eles os filhos nunca crescem) que um dia estiveram  em sua casa recebendo educação e dando-lhes alegria e felicidade até o momento que  eles batem as asas rumo à felicidade para seguir o destino que cabem a cada um....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos meus filhos e netos meus parabéns em todos os 365 dias do ano por estarem cumprindo os deveres que lhes cabem na grande luta de educarem e darem amor aos filhos que hoje estão sob suas tutelas... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu grande beijo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-1339202544840060460?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/1339202544840060460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/1339202544840060460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2011/04/dia-das-maes-eou-dia-dos-pais.html' title='Dia das Mães. Dia dos Pais'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eRmb4gLM0sY/TbgyhCT48iI/AAAAAAAABMY/vxby42fb2l8/s72-c/Aula%2B27a.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-2686760175397310870</id><published>2010-11-11T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T14:52:54.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O que importa?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/TNxzrsOTZgI/AAAAAAAABME/axFMyoLdg6s/s1600/tag%2Bo%2Bque%2Bimporta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/TNxzrsOTZgI/AAAAAAAABME/axFMyoLdg6s/s400/tag%2Bo%2Bque%2Bimporta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538428836201588226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que importa?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Somos dois seres alados.&lt;br /&gt;Que não vivem lado a lado.&lt;br /&gt;Mas trazem dentro de si,&lt;br /&gt;o amor que alimenta&lt;br /&gt;os belos momentos vividos.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Que importa o quanto dure?&lt;br /&gt;Se o presente nos faz felizes.&lt;br /&gt;Que seja assim docemente.&lt;br /&gt;E que dure eternamente.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto os dois  permitirem.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;11/11/2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-2686760175397310870?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/2686760175397310870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/2686760175397310870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-que-importa.html' title='O que importa?'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/TNxzrsOTZgI/AAAAAAAABME/axFMyoLdg6s/s72-c/tag%2Bo%2Bque%2Bimporta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-1286518237527972858</id><published>2010-11-02T22:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T12:07:31.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acorda rouxinol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/TNGy7DbffeI/AAAAAAAABL8/ZKP3JmSZBkw/s1600/top+rouxinol+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 104px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/TNGy7DbffeI/AAAAAAAABL8/ZKP3JmSZBkw/s400/top+rouxinol+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535402144617692642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acorda rouxinol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acorda rouxinol&lt;br /&gt;As flores estão à tua espera&lt;br /&gt;Chega até minha janela&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo aquela canção&lt;br /&gt; que me acordavas diariamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu canto era energia para meu caminhar diário&lt;br /&gt;Teus gorjeios alegravam minha alma sofrida&lt;br /&gt;Hoje deixei na sacada da janela, belas flores&lt;br /&gt;Para chamar-te ao meu encontro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não o deixarei mais ir, aliás, ficarás&lt;br /&gt;O tempo que quiseres.&lt;br /&gt;Não posso prender-te.&lt;br /&gt;És do mundo e dos corações apaixonados&lt;br /&gt;Que esperam o amanhecer do dia&lt;br /&gt;Para receber teu mavioso canto&lt;br /&gt;E sorrir para a vida de uma maneira especial.&lt;br /&gt;Seja bem-vindo, hoje e sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;ASL&lt;br /&gt;03/11/2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-1286518237527972858?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/feeds/1286518237527972858/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2010/11/acorda-rouxinol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/1286518237527972858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/1286518237527972858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2010/11/acorda-rouxinol.html' title='Acorda rouxinol'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/TNGy7DbffeI/AAAAAAAABL8/ZKP3JmSZBkw/s72-c/top+rouxinol+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-646620461126630010</id><published>2010-11-02T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T11:29:15.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ausência</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/TNGp77cApVI/AAAAAAAABL0/XHniRWoh81E/s1600/top+Ausencia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/TNGp77cApVI/AAAAAAAABL0/XHniRWoh81E/s400/top+Ausencia2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535392264047600978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ausência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto tempo que não escrevo.&lt;br /&gt;Poemas, rimas ao luar.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se falta de inspiração&lt;br /&gt;Ou a ausência de algo para elevar meu espírito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andei caminhando por diversas paragens&lt;br /&gt;Através de labirintos, prados, jardins e mares revoltos.&lt;br /&gt;De cada um tirei uma lição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudei meu interior, para conseguir&lt;br /&gt;Um engrandecimento pessoal ou&lt;br /&gt;talvez dar-me conta de que&lt;br /&gt;existe uma força maior a guiar nosso ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje mais fortalecida.Mais segura.&lt;br /&gt;Procuro serenidade na alvorada de um belo dia&lt;br /&gt;Ou no entardecer do sol que se esconde para dar&lt;br /&gt;lugar a uma noite estrelada, onde olhamos para o alto&lt;br /&gt;e encontramos uma força , fé e serenidade para dizer-nos:&lt;br /&gt;Mais um dia de vitórias, mais agradecimentos a fazer..&lt;br /&gt;Para retornar em um belo amanhecer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;ASL&lt;br /&gt;02/11/2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-646620461126630010?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/feeds/646620461126630010/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2010/11/ausencia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/646620461126630010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/646620461126630010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2010/11/ausencia.html' title='Ausência'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/TNGp77cApVI/AAAAAAAABL0/XHniRWoh81E/s72-c/top+Ausencia2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-6900198128205930159</id><published>2010-05-23T19:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T19:20:48.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A volta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/S_niYy4NR-I/AAAAAAAABLk/yBNbkaOmjL4/s1600/linascript.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/S_niYy4NR-I/AAAAAAAABLk/yBNbkaOmjL4/s400/linascript.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474655737647810530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A volta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estive navegando por outras esferas&lt;br /&gt;Procurando encontrar algo inatingível.&lt;br /&gt;Passeei por ruas, avenidas, estradas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dias de sol, nuvens escuras e temporais;&lt;br /&gt;Pairaram sobre minha cabeça, querendo&lt;br /&gt;Puxar-me para derrubar conceitos&lt;br /&gt;pré-definidos, tentando arrancar de mim&lt;br /&gt;idéias, sonhos e objetivos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas como “eterna aprendiz”,&lt;br /&gt;busquei dentro de mim,&lt;br /&gt;a fé que transmite força e coragem.&lt;br /&gt;E como uma fênix, renascer das cinzas,&lt;br /&gt;para um novo amanhecer.&lt;br /&gt;Onde impera a luz que alimenta&lt;br /&gt;O nascer de um novo dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;23/05/2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-6900198128205930159?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/6900198128205930159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/6900198128205930159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2010/05/volta.html' title='A volta'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/S_niYy4NR-I/AAAAAAAABLk/yBNbkaOmjL4/s72-c/linascript.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-7548342285360751245</id><published>2010-03-22T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T09:49:07.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pássaro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/S6efbuf463I/AAAAAAAABLc/BwfenIdfIJ8/s1600-h/passaro_maior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/S6amI-aIlFI/AAAAAAAABLM/18tK6WwLfxI/s400/jarro_maior.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451227072100340818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagem colocada aqui para fazer um trabalho no Front Page.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-5543858778865338324?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/5543858778865338324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/5543858778865338324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2010/03/jarro.html' title='Jarro'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/S6amI-aIlFI/AAAAAAAABLM/18tK6WwLfxI/s72-c/jarro_maior.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-166393002885536546</id><published>2010-03-21T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T19:27:36.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jovem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/S6ami31XvII/AAAAAAAABLU/OMZkzaKgRd4/s1600-h/jovem_maior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/S1piN4WKcMI/AAAAAAAABKU/FNpMBs57_o4/s400/TAG+AROMA2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429760291351720130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sou&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou a brisa da manhã,&lt;br /&gt; quando o orvalho  bate no meu rosto.&lt;br /&gt;Sou a alegria, &lt;br /&gt;quando meu ser interior&lt;br /&gt; entra em sintonia com Deus e a natureza;&lt;br /&gt;Sou tristeza, &lt;br /&gt;quando vejo as injustiças do mundo&lt;br /&gt; sendo cometidas sem uma punição severa.&lt;br /&gt;Sou o amanhecer, &lt;br /&gt;quando o sol entra na minha janela para dar-me um bom dia.&lt;br /&gt;Sou o anoitecer, &lt;br /&gt;quando vejo a beleza do céu estrelado brilhando&lt;br /&gt; e emitindo luzes de amor e sabedoria.&lt;br /&gt;Sou tudo .&lt;br /&gt;Tendo um Deus para guiar meus passos&lt;br /&gt; e mostrar-me o caminho..&lt;br /&gt;Sou como uma fênix,&lt;br /&gt; renasço das cinzas literalmente.&lt;br /&gt; Para enfrentar as nuvens escuras &lt;br /&gt;que passam no meu caminhar.&lt;br /&gt;Sou assim , &lt;br /&gt;com alternâncias, &lt;br /&gt;mas feita de amor e para o amor. &lt;br /&gt;É assim &lt;br /&gt; que sou...&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;22/01/2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-6564831629819735153?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/6564831629819735153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/6564831629819735153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2010/01/quem-sou-sou-brisa-da-manha-quando-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/S1piN4WKcMI/AAAAAAAABKU/FNpMBs57_o4/s72-c/TAG+AROMA2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-4681012840324175188</id><published>2010-01-04T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T12:18:52.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adeus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/S0JNAb4BVfI/AAAAAAAABKM/uIilq94r3o8/s1600-h/Tag+Adeus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sz--eP1x9RI/AAAAAAAABJE/GlBE1mRFvtE/s400/depois+do+banho.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422261903234823442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-6475601939626844170?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/6475601939626844170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/6475601939626844170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2010/01/riscos-e-rabiscos5.html' title='Riscos e Rabiscos,5'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sz-_3FGmG6I/AAAAAAAABKE/TCgYQzhO17U/s72-c/hibiscos+coloridos+-10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-7122077758124416270</id><published>2010-01-01T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T07:03:02.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Novo Ano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sz4OZrtLXZI/AAAAAAAABI8/9VoB3hZGZ2w/s1600-h/TAG+BACK+NOVO+ANO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sz4OZrtLXZI/AAAAAAAABI8/9VoB3hZGZ2w/s400/TAG+BACK+NOVO+ANO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421786835792387474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novo Ano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um Ano novo está iniciando!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperanças renascem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nos corações dos homens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os sonhos que não foram realizados,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;são renovados para este ano que chega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que em cada coração a esperança não se desfaça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E em cada ser a fé seja alcançada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a vida sendo renovada em um novo calendário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promessas a serem cumpridas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juras prometidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é repetido no final do ano que passou..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a cada ano o ciclo das juras e promessas se repete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguns cumprem ou não o prometido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outros realizam sonhos antigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a vida segue seu ciclo natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos 365 dias do novo ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a esperança continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que os sonhos sejam realizados..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que o amor seja uma constante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em cada coração confiante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01/01/2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-7122077758124416270?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/7122077758124416270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/7122077758124416270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2010/01/novo-ano.html' title='Novo Ano'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sz4OZrtLXZI/AAAAAAAABI8/9VoB3hZGZ2w/s72-c/TAG+BACK+NOVO+ANO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-1159379285883826745</id><published>2009-12-28T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T10:36:02.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Croquis  em 6 B - 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Szj6hlQJTaI/AAAAAAAABIU/8CZl_XfToIw/s1600-h/peixes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 396px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SzZTcA8oGqI/AAAAAAAABFI/fDcRssadptY/s400/tag+astros+e+o+amor.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419610942342699682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor e os astros...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sou sol poente &lt;br /&gt;Quando a saudade &lt;br /&gt;de ti bate no meu peito...&lt;br /&gt;Sou sol nascente &lt;br /&gt;Quando lembro&lt;br /&gt;de ti junto a mim.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sou estrela cadente:&lt;br /&gt;Quando por segundos,&lt;br /&gt;tua imagem&lt;br /&gt;passa na minha mente..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;E assim vou vivendo.&lt;br /&gt;como um sol que nasce e se põe. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Como estrelas cadentes,&lt;br /&gt;que passam e deixam sua luz de amor.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Os astros passeiam no espaço,&lt;br /&gt; emitindo luz e sombra.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Assim é o amor na terra!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Deixa marcas dentro de nós&lt;br /&gt;Como verdadeiros astros rotatórios.&lt;br /&gt;Deixando-nos sombra e luz.&lt;br /&gt; Sombras de saudade.&lt;br /&gt; Luzes de amor.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;26/12/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-6133849728187362971?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/6133849728187362971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/6133849728187362971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-amor-e-os-astros.html' title='O amor e os astros...'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SzZTcA8oGqI/AAAAAAAABFI/fDcRssadptY/s72-c/tag+astros+e+o+amor.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-7115043267985271413</id><published>2009-12-25T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T17:04:22.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flor branca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SzVgEdzHjbI/AAAAAAAABEg/VdVDU_1ZiO4/s1600-h/flor_branca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SzVc6kShUCI/AAAAAAAABDQ/W56RDkSYeB0/s400/Copos_de_Leite-2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419339887853785122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-8760437195945370231?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/8760437195945370231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/8760437195945370231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/12/copos-de-leite-2.html' title='Copos de Leite 2'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SzVc6kShUCI/AAAAAAAABDQ/W56RDkSYeB0/s72-c/Copos_de_Leite-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-5165279239906441523</id><published>2009-12-25T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T16:44:11.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Copos de Leite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SzVb1otg_ZI/AAAAAAAABDI/CTgkFvuQcNs/s1600-h/Copos+de+leite-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SzVb1otg_ZI/AAAAAAAABDI/CTgkFvuQcNs/s400/Copos+de+leite-7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419338703629778322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-5165279239906441523?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/5165279239906441523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/5165279239906441523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/12/copos-de-leite.html' title='Copos de Leite'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SzVb1otg_ZI/AAAAAAAABDI/CTgkFvuQcNs/s72-c/Copos+de+leite-7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-1822678762664548680</id><published>2009-12-25T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T16:40:29.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerca com Flores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SzVa9-TNC0I/AAAAAAAABDA/gdLKZ9PJDsY/s1600-h/Cerca_com_flores_5-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 377px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SzVa9-TNC0I/AAAAAAAABDA/gdLKZ9PJDsY/s400/Cerca_com_flores_5-.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419337747352324930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-1822678762664548680?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/1822678762664548680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/1822678762664548680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/12/cerca-com-flores.html' title='Cerca com Flores'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SzVa9-TNC0I/AAAAAAAABDA/gdLKZ9PJDsY/s72-c/Cerca_com_flores_5-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-2130640906954791238</id><published>2009-12-25T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T16:31:27.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cavalo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SzVZREMk4vI/AAAAAAAABC4/7UHuRneYf_Y/s1600-h/Cavalo_branco_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SzVZREMk4vI/AAAAAAAABC4/7UHuRneYf_Y/s400/Cavalo_branco_001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419335876329399026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-2130640906954791238?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/2130640906954791238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/2130640906954791238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/12/cavalo.html' title='Cavalo'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SzVZREMk4vI/AAAAAAAABC4/7UHuRneYf_Y/s72-c/Cavalo_branco_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-1426628688170942321</id><published>2009-12-25T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T16:30:10.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Casa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SzVY9rePr9I/AAAAAAAABCw/fm2uE-3vsMw/s1600-h/Casa+em+Saquarema+-RJ-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SzVY9rePr9I/AAAAAAAABCw/fm2uE-3vsMw/s400/Casa+em+Saquarema+-RJ-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419335543275106258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-1426628688170942321?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/1426628688170942321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/1426628688170942321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/12/casa.html' title='Casa'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SzVY9rePr9I/AAAAAAAABCw/fm2uE-3vsMw/s72-c/Casa+em+Saquarema+-RJ-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-4279365817465912118</id><published>2009-12-25T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T16:29:03.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girassóis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SzVYwHT9NrI/AAAAAAAABCo/MhceuoZVy8o/s1600-h/100_8609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SzVYwHT9NrI/AAAAAAAABCo/MhceuoZVy8o/s400/100_8609.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419335310229976754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-4279365817465912118?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/4279365817465912118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/4279365817465912118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/12/girassois.html' title='Girassóis'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SzVYwHT9NrI/AAAAAAAABCo/MhceuoZVy8o/s72-c/100_8609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-6077472345562654063</id><published>2009-12-25T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T16:27:28.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mensagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SzVYHxOO3kI/AAAAAAAABCg/4WNokwSz8Q0/s1600-h/pensamento+com+imagem+de+Cristo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SzVYHxOO3kI/AAAAAAAABCg/4WNokwSz8Q0/s400/pensamento+com+imagem+de+Cristo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419334617105620546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Somos Espíritos que estamos aqui, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neste planeta, para nos desenvolvermos, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para conquistarmos perfeição moral e intelectual, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para aprendermos a amar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos viajores de muitas vidas, de muitas oportunidades, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas também de chances únicas, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de momentos únicos, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que devem ser vividos com a intensidade da luz das estrelas novas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos a razão de tudo, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e por isso mesmo precisamos exigir mais respeito de nós mesmos .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precisamos exigir do corpo um pouco mais de alma, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e de tudo um pouco mais de calma! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Esconderijos do tempo- de Mário Quintana)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-6077472345562654063?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/6077472345562654063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/6077472345562654063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/12/mensagem.html' title='Mensagem'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SzVYHxOO3kI/AAAAAAAABCg/4WNokwSz8Q0/s72-c/pensamento+com+imagem+de+Cristo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-3817054938951110213</id><published>2009-12-25T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T16:23:57.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Arte Imita a Vida</title><content type='html'>A ARTE IMITA A VIDA &lt;br /&gt;"SOU APENAS UMA PESSOA, MAS AINDA ASSIM SOU ALGUÉM NÃO SOU CAPAZ DE FAZER TUDO, MAS MESMO ASSIM SOU CAPAZ DE FAZER ALGO. NÃO RENUNCIAREI A FAZER O POUCO QUE PUDER" (DA)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-3817054938951110213?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/3817054938951110213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/3817054938951110213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/12/arte-imita-vida.html' title='A Arte Imita a Vida'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-7388968915471237033</id><published>2009-12-17T13:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T13:23:02.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estrelas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SyqhE74cliI/AAAAAAAABA4/qtCtZqzyRik/s1600-h/star-blinkie-blank.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SyqhE74cliI/AAAAAAAABA4/qtCtZqzyRik/s400/star-blinkie-blank.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416318608032437794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estrelas..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sem nada a fazer!&lt;br /&gt;Sentei a admirar o céu.&lt;br /&gt;Linda noite estrelada!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Duas estrelas destacavam-se das demais.&lt;br /&gt;Meu pensamento voltou-se para ti.&lt;br /&gt;Pensei! &lt;br /&gt;Somos nós!&lt;br /&gt;Separados pelo tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas juntos no firmamento.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;19.12.2009&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra &lt;br /&gt;Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 17/12/2009&lt;br /&gt;Código do texto: T1983288&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-7388968915471237033?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/7388968915471237033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/7388968915471237033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/12/estrelas.html' title='Estrelas'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SyqhE74cliI/AAAAAAAABA4/qtCtZqzyRik/s72-c/star-blinkie-blank.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-2241507651780394258</id><published>2009-12-16T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T14:35:52.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SylgHdZXAzI/AAAAAAAABAw/bXZ01kK5FT0/s1600-h/lina+seabra.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 350px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SylgHdZXAzI/AAAAAAAABAw/bXZ01kK5FT0/s400/lina+seabra.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415965708156076850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Jardim da amizade.&lt;br /&gt;As flores devem ser regadas &lt;br /&gt;com respeito, carinho e amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;16.12.2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-2241507651780394258?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/2241507651780394258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/2241507651780394258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/12/pensamentos.html' title='Pensamentos'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SylgHdZXAzI/AAAAAAAABAw/bXZ01kK5FT0/s72-c/lina+seabra.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-6915452134159838412</id><published>2009-12-02T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T12:38:10.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sempre o amor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SxbP6TVeG6I/AAAAAAAAA9I/5QxiW73LWI4/s1600-h/Tag+estados+do+amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SxbP6TVeG6I/AAAAAAAAA9I/5QxiW73LWI4/s400/Tag+estados+do+amor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410740602861919138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre o  amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspirar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iluminando o espírito de amor.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difundindo a luz do nosso ser..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor é sempre o começo .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A razão do bem-querer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respirar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os movimentos que o amor nos leva;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nos transporta para o clímax de um sentimento único.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como é bom amar e sentir-se amado (a).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como é bom sentir o amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter esperanças e expectativas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No amor! No futuro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na vida plena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02/12/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-6915452134159838412?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/6915452134159838412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/6915452134159838412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/12/sempre-o-amor-inspirar-iluminando-o.html' title='Sempre o amor!'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SxbP6TVeG6I/AAAAAAAAA9I/5QxiW73LWI4/s72-c/Tag+estados+do+amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-1682187711977800622</id><published>2009-11-29T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T10:55:11.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Histórias no tempo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SxLDY0km6gI/AAAAAAAAA84/49LLSszEEac/s1600/TAG+HIST%C3%93RIAS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SxLDY0km6gI/AAAAAAAAA84/49LLSszEEac/s400/TAG+HIST%C3%93RIAS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409600933621852674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Histórias no tempo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava dormindo ou acordada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não lembro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só que as sensações surgiram na minha mente,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se estivesse vivendo tudo naquele momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recebia cartas com fotos da infância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E corria a procurar entre os rostos, a tua imagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elas apareciam tão nítidas na minha frente,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se estivesse vivenciando àquele momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despertei lembrando vários momentos vividos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a todo custo, nestes devaneios,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;queria resgatar palavras escritas e não lidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi um sonho real, mas como um sonho;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos ele se desvaneceu e a realidade apareceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei sem o resgate da verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem o poder de ter arbitrado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem o direito da escolha da felicidade tão sonhada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como teria sido o final da história?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ti:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Entrego o amor e meus sonhos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Deus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Entrego dos sonhos o desfecho final..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29/11/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-1682187711977800622?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/1682187711977800622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/1682187711977800622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/11/historias-no-tempo.html' title='Histórias no tempo....'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SxLDY0km6gI/AAAAAAAAA84/49LLSszEEac/s72-c/TAG+HIST%C3%93RIAS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-2764402566500129283</id><published>2009-11-20T18:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T18:46:13.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Cavalheiro medieval!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SwdUYXm5VBI/AAAAAAAAA8I/GGFEwVQnLEA/s1600/tag+medieval.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SwdUYXm5VBI/AAAAAAAAA8I/GGFEwVQnLEA/s400/tag+medieval.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406382655312319506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Cavalheiro Medieval&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia!&lt;br /&gt;Um nobre cavalheiro apareceu!&lt;br /&gt;Ele tinha porte de cavaleiro medieval&lt;br /&gt;Corajoso, generoso e cortês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apareceu a pé.&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo consigo o sorriso no semblante.&lt;br /&gt;A alegria no falar&lt;br /&gt;E a paz de um anjo querubim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegou falando assim:&lt;br /&gt;Não se assustem:&lt;br /&gt;Sou da paz!&lt;br /&gt;Vim trazer amor!&lt;br /&gt;Receba-me  como sou.&lt;br /&gt;E sorrindo nos deixou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anos se passaram.&lt;br /&gt;Nesta época medieval os mensageiros&lt;br /&gt;Demoravam anos para entregar uma missiva...&lt;br /&gt;Como hoje, não tinha na época aviso de entrega.&lt;br /&gt;A dama solitária, a missiva não recebeu..&lt;br /&gt;E dos seus sonhos desapareceu..&lt;br /&gt;Mas ela nunca esqueceu do cavalheiro .&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia lhe apareceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o cavalheiro foi participar de outras cruzadas..&lt;br /&gt;Nesse meio-tempo entre lutas e descansos,&lt;br /&gt;Ele lutava com seus dois lobos interiores.&lt;br /&gt;Como assim um dia um sábio índio falou.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que nele saiu vencedor, o que ele alimentou..&lt;br /&gt;Foi vencedor o amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis ai a história do cavalheiro medieval..&lt;br /&gt;Apareceu, desapareceu..&lt;br /&gt;Mas uma boa lembrança deixou.&lt;br /&gt;E a dama da corte dele sempre se lembrou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;19/11/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-2764402566500129283?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/2764402566500129283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/2764402566500129283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-cavalheiro-medieval.html' title='O Cavalheiro medieval!'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SwdUYXm5VBI/AAAAAAAAA8I/GGFEwVQnLEA/s72-c/tag+medieval.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-4333542513502448527</id><published>2009-11-20T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T08:45:32.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos Virtuais &amp; Amigos Reais!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SwbHgk-qtEI/AAAAAAAAA8A/iPnHpQ7DUxo/s1600/tagamigos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 373px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SwbHgk-qtEI/AAAAAAAAA8A/iPnHpQ7DUxo/s400/tagamigos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406227765201122370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigos Virtuais &lt;br /&gt;&amp; &lt;br /&gt;Amigos Reais!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Você ai do outro lado da telinha.&lt;br /&gt;Muitos não se conhecem pessoalmente.&lt;br /&gt;Mas é muito boa essa interação.&lt;br /&gt;Porque será?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Almas que se encontram por acaso.&lt;br /&gt;Amizades que nascem do nada,&lt;br /&gt;mas dão um colorido especial às nossas vidas,&lt;br /&gt;iluminando nosso espaço virtual.&lt;br /&gt;Amizades assim são presentes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Poderemos até perder o contato, um dia.&lt;br /&gt;Não por desejo nosso,&lt;br /&gt;pois somos separados por uma máquina.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso amigo (a).&lt;br /&gt;Escreva!&lt;br /&gt;  Interaja.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que puder.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Um dia seu e-mail chegará ao destino certo,&lt;br /&gt;e alguém do outro lado da telinha, ficará feliz.&lt;br /&gt;                                          E se você ainda estiver passeando;&lt;br /&gt;Por este mundo virtual;&lt;br /&gt; Com certeza receberá uma resposta.&lt;br /&gt;Que bom ser lembrado(a);&lt;br /&gt; Com um carinho todo especial.&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe?&lt;br /&gt;O  virtual um dia se tornará real!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;ASL&lt;br /&gt;24/03/2009&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra &lt;br /&gt;Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 20/11/2009&lt;br /&gt;Código do texto: T1934414&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-4333542513502448527?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/4333542513502448527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/4333542513502448527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/11/amigos-virtuais-amigos-reais.html' title='Amigos Virtuais &amp; Amigos Reais!'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SwbHgk-qtEI/AAAAAAAAA8A/iPnHpQ7DUxo/s72-c/tagamigos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-2531073670611443518</id><published>2009-11-18T12:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T12:27:56.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SwRYFCul76I/AAAAAAAAA74/notVi_s9O4E/s1600/Gratid%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SwRYFCul76I/AAAAAAAAA74/notVi_s9O4E/s800/Gratid%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405542296406323106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gratidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grata pela presença&lt;br /&gt;Grata pela ausência&lt;br /&gt;Grata pela distância&lt;br /&gt;Grata pela lembrança..&lt;br /&gt;A presença alegra&lt;br /&gt;A ausência nos deixa tristes.&lt;br /&gt;A distância dá saudades&lt;br /&gt;A lembrança sempre encanta&lt;br /&gt;O coração de quem se esquece..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;18/11/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-2531073670611443518?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/2531073670611443518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/2531073670611443518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/11/gratidao.html' title='Gratidão'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SwRYFCul76I/AAAAAAAAA74/notVi_s9O4E/s72-c/Gratid%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-5298839430553823057</id><published>2009-11-13T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T11:19:41.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solidão!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sv2w3fcsZ8I/AAAAAAAAA7o/3wRbsMLC82k/s1600-h/tag+solid%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sv2w3fcsZ8I/AAAAAAAAA7o/3wRbsMLC82k/s400/tag+solid%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403669595295606722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solidão&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Não adianta&lt;br /&gt;Estar junto à multidão.&lt;br /&gt;Nem a sós.&lt;br /&gt;Na realidade!&lt;br /&gt;Não é o ambiente nem o lugar..&lt;br /&gt;Que nos faz solitários.&lt;br /&gt;É o estado de espírito.&lt;br /&gt;É descobrir-se interiormente..&lt;br /&gt;É conhecer-se a si próprio.&lt;br /&gt;É aprender a amar-se,&lt;br /&gt;sem fronteiras, nem medos ,&lt;br /&gt;sem tabus ou estereótipos..&lt;br /&gt;É olhar dentro de si e dizer:&lt;br /&gt;Eu me amo como sou.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou feliz desta maneira. &lt;br /&gt;Quer queiram quer não.&lt;br /&gt; Quem quiser gostar de mim..&lt;br /&gt;Será assim..&lt;br /&gt;“PT. Saudações.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;10/11/2009&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra &lt;br /&gt;Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 13/11/2009&lt;br /&gt;Código do texto: T1921859&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-5298839430553823057?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/5298839430553823057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/5298839430553823057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/11/solidao-nao-adianta-estar-junto.html' title='Solidão!'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sv2w3fcsZ8I/AAAAAAAAA7o/3wRbsMLC82k/s72-c/tag+solid%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-2453870458673794717</id><published>2009-11-13T11:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T11:24:13.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sv2wWpyLC7I/AAAAAAAAA7g/YJvF505bEEQ/s1600-h/10_Top+Chuva+de+Primavera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sv2wWpyLC7I/AAAAAAAAA7g/YJvF505bEEQ/s400/10_Top+Chuva+de+Primavera.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403669031134366642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejos! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Queria estar agora em algum lugar..&lt;br /&gt;Que me desse à paz tão almejada&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade tão sonhada&lt;br /&gt;Ou a lucidez de saber discernir&lt;br /&gt;Entre o bem e o mal&lt;br /&gt;Entre o certo e o errado&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A vida nos coloca em muitas encruzilhadas..&lt;br /&gt;Talvez para nos testar em relação ás nossas dúvidas,&lt;br /&gt;Pondo-nos à prova&lt;br /&gt;E nos deixando apenas&lt;br /&gt;O livre arbítrio.&lt;br /&gt;Esse livre arbítrio que faz de nós;&lt;br /&gt;Responsáveis pelas nossas ações e reações.&lt;br /&gt;Pelas nossas opções de vida&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tão bom seria que as escolhas não dependessem&lt;br /&gt;de nosso bom senso.&lt;br /&gt;E sim do que pedisse o nosso coração..&lt;br /&gt;Puro engano!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A vida continua exigindo de nós, ações. &lt;br /&gt;E nos fazendo responsáveis pelas nossas opções.&lt;br /&gt;Independente de nossos sonhos,,&lt;br /&gt;Cabe-nos apenas, acreditar que.:&lt;br /&gt;O Pai Celestial&lt;br /&gt;Dar-nos-á ou não a “Chave” para&lt;br /&gt;decifrar os mistérios insondáveis do nosso&lt;br /&gt;ser interior.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;08/09/2009&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra &lt;br /&gt;Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 13/11/2009&lt;br /&gt;Código do texto: T1921868&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-2453870458673794717?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/2453870458673794717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/2453870458673794717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='Desejos!'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sv2wWpyLC7I/AAAAAAAAA7g/YJvF505bEEQ/s72-c/10_Top+Chuva+de+Primavera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-466819782469336994</id><published>2009-10-25T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T16:24:37.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não estou sumida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SuTeKKTMlJI/AAAAAAAAA60/inWBMFk2vUk/s1600-h/tag+envelhecida+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SuTeKKTMlJI/AAAAAAAAA60/inWBMFk2vUk/s400/tag+envelhecida+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396682519641625746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não estou sumida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só um pouco escondida..&lt;br /&gt;Arrumando gavetas..&lt;br /&gt;Procurando sonhos..;&lt;br /&gt;Que escaparam das minhas mãos..&lt;br /&gt;Mas com você sempre no coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;25 /10/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-466819782469336994?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/466819782469336994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/466819782469336994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/10/nao-estou-sumida.html' title='Não estou sumida!'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SuTeKKTMlJI/AAAAAAAAA60/inWBMFk2vUk/s72-c/tag+envelhecida+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-437173389963965829</id><published>2009-10-25T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T13:57:04.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deixando o sol entrar!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SuSI5gLV81I/AAAAAAAAA6c/N1UAej_x7CI/s1600-h/sol.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SuSI5gLV81I/AAAAAAAAA6c/N1UAej_x7CI/s400/sol.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396588774968128338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEIXANDO O SOL ENTRAR....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOJE VOU TIRAR O DIA PARA ARRUMAR MINHAS GAVETAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ROUPAS PARA ARRUMAR; CONSERTAR, PARA DOAR;ARMÁRIOS PARA POR EM ORDEM E ASSIM VOU FAZENDO UM BALANÇO DA VIDA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PORQUE ENQUANTO ARRUMO, SEMPRE APARECE  ALGO OU ALGUMA COISA QUE ME FAÇA  RELEMBRAR ALGO OU ALGUÉM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ALGUM PEDAÇO DE PAPEL GUARDADO COM CARINHO, ALGUMA FOLHA DE UMA ÁRVORE QUE GUARDEI PARA LEMBRAR UM MOMENTO ESPECIAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALGUMAS COISAS QUE LEMBRAM EPISÓDIOS BONS OU RUINS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALGUM MOMENTO QUE GOSTARIA DE RETOMAR NO PASSADO ,OU MUDAR O RUMO DA HISTÓRIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ASSIM VOU TRABALHANDO O CORPO E A MENTE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E NO FINAL O BALANÇO TANTO MATERIAL COMO MENTAL ESTARÁ EQUILIBRADO E EM PERFEITA HARMONIA COM O MEU SER INTERIOR..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E DE SOBRA ALGUÉM SERÁ BENEFICIADO COM ALGO DOADO POR MIM..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASSIM É A VIDA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASSIM  VEZ EM QUANDO O FAÇO PARA DRIBLAR O TEMPO;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OS MEUS ANSEIOS;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; OS MEUS DESEJOS DE MUDANÇA QUE MUITAS VEZES NÃO SE REALIZAM, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAS TENHO CERTEZA QUE A MÃO DE DEUS ESTÁ AO MEU LADO E ACREDITO QUE ELE ASSIM O FAZ PARA ENSINAR-ME A HUMILDADE E LEMBRAR SEMPRE QUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ELE" SÓ ME CONCEDE AS DÁDIVAS E OS CAMINHOS PEDREGOSOS, PARA INTRODUZIR EM MIM A ACEITAÇÃO DO INEVITÁVEL .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOU DEIXAR ENTRAR O SOL DENTRO DE MIM..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACREDITAR E AGIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMO LI NUMA HISTÓRIA DE UM BARQUEIRO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACREDITAR E AGIR ANDAM JUNTOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E DESSA HISTÓRIA, CAPTEI PARA MIM OS ENSINAMENTOS QUE DARÃO UM OBJETIVO E UMA RAZÃO DE SER AOS MEUS DIAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LINA SEABRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25/10/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-437173389963965829?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/437173389963965829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/437173389963965829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/10/deixando-o-sol-entrar.html' title='Deixando o sol entrar!!'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SuSI5gLV81I/AAAAAAAAA6c/N1UAej_x7CI/s72-c/sol.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-506974745264564199</id><published>2009-10-22T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T15:48:02.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaiola &gt; By woo &gt;Gaiolas &gt;Lina Seabra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SuDhEbvhUWI/AAAAAAAAA6U/z21g1wh2KaU/s1600-h/top+gaiolas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SuDhEbvhUWI/AAAAAAAAA6U/z21g1wh2KaU/s400/top+gaiolas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395559819872653666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAIOLA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ByWoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tem jeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; virar as costas, faz parte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; talvez você não entenda;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; porém,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;não me preocupo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não me ocupo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com sua visão tacanha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sou do mundo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sou das montanhas,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;dos prados, dos oceanos&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;não estou aqui para viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em gaiolas douradas&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ByWoo&lt;br /&gt;10/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Gaiolas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ouro ou prata &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de madeira ou ferro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que importam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas que  esta tal liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tão sentida ou aspirada..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não fique presa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por tabus ou preconceitos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Gaiolas muitas vezes estão com as portas abertas;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas falta a coragem para alçar o  vôo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para a tão sonhada liberdade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21/10/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-506974745264564199?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/506974745264564199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/506974745264564199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/10/gaiola-by-woo-gaiolas-lina-seabra.html' title='Gaiola &gt; By woo &gt;Gaiolas &gt;Lina Seabra'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SuDhEbvhUWI/AAAAAAAAA6U/z21g1wh2KaU/s72-c/top+gaiolas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-7700907355162260371</id><published>2009-10-21T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T14:08:18.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaiolas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/St94MLkwRxI/AAAAAAAAA6M/hU7_Y1bCQ6Y/s1600-h/POMBO+VOANDO.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 99px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/St94MLkwRxI/AAAAAAAAA6M/hU7_Y1bCQ6Y/s400/POMBO+VOANDO.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395163029273855762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaiolas&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Os pássaros amam a liberdade.&lt;br /&gt; Voam pelos prados,&lt;br /&gt;sobrevoam rios e arvoredos&lt;br /&gt;sentindo o vento ir de encontro as suas asas,&lt;br /&gt;impulsionando seu vôo cada vez mais alto.&lt;br /&gt;Em busca do desconhecido.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ao sentir-se engaiolados&lt;br /&gt;Eles perdem sua alegria&lt;br /&gt;Espontaneidade&lt;br /&gt;Razão de viver.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Assim são os seres humanos,&lt;br /&gt;Ao sentirem-se presos em suas próprias gaiolas, &lt;br /&gt;perdendo a cada dia o rumo da vida.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Como os pássaros que voam livres.&lt;br /&gt;Os seres humanos sonham a cada dia;&lt;br /&gt;alçar vôos cada vez mais altos,&lt;br /&gt;rompendo os elos impostos pela vida.&lt;br /&gt;Querendo assim&lt;br /&gt; ir em busca da liberdade tão sonhada&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;27/08/2009&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra &lt;br /&gt;Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 21/10/2009&lt;br /&gt;Código do texto: T1879543&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-7700907355162260371?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/7700907355162260371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/7700907355162260371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/10/gaiolas.html' title='Gaiolas'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/St94MLkwRxI/AAAAAAAAA6M/hU7_Y1bCQ6Y/s72-c/POMBO+VOANDO.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-772297816586152577</id><published>2009-10-13T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T20:40:15.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/StVIA8PcJWI/AAAAAAAAA58/Adl7E-YdEYg/s1600-h/Esperas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 361px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/StVIA8PcJWI/AAAAAAAAA58/Adl7E-YdEYg/s400/Esperas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392295309854123362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já escrevi sobre amor.&lt;br /&gt;Saudades e felicidades.&lt;br /&gt;Escrevi sobre dores e sabores&lt;br /&gt;A natureza  já emprestou-me sua beleza&lt;br /&gt;Para enfeitar meus poemas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já passeei entre as palavras de vários poetas.&lt;br /&gt;Em cada recanto  encontrei um encanto.&lt;br /&gt;Em cada palavra a magia no ar.&lt;br /&gt;O amor sendo doado e idolatrado&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade esparramada como pétalas ao chão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E em cada poema&lt;br /&gt;Versos rimados com paixão&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos vivenciados com canções&lt;br /&gt;Duetos e entrelaces em perfeita harmonia&lt;br /&gt;Parecendo uma grande sinfonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao regressar queria a todos desejar&lt;br /&gt;Que não parem de cantar&lt;br /&gt;Muito menos de rimar.&lt;br /&gt;Que o amor um dia voltará&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acreditando nisso me despeço&lt;br /&gt;Aguardando o amor no meu regaço&lt;br /&gt;E que ele chegue para ficar&lt;br /&gt;Mas que esteja sempre livre  &lt;br /&gt;Pois amor não se roga nem se pede&lt;br /&gt;Apenas ele chega e se aquece&lt;br /&gt;Na lareira de um coração apaixonado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;13/10/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-772297816586152577?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/772297816586152577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/772297816586152577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/10/esperas.html' title='Esperas...'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/StVIA8PcJWI/AAAAAAAAA58/Adl7E-YdEYg/s72-c/Esperas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-4337207913296314702</id><published>2009-10-06T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T07:38:57.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SstWcxtbf5I/AAAAAAAAA44/cBT7jFeHdiQ/s1600-h/Image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SstWcxtbf5I/AAAAAAAAA44/cBT7jFeHdiQ/s400/Image1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389496431459139474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como questionamos a vida e o nosso destino.!&lt;br /&gt;Mas Deus tem um propósito para cada momento nosso e cada passo que damos.&lt;br /&gt;Acreditar nisso é o que nos dá a conformação para aceitar os desígnios do nosso dia-a-dia.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo tem um propósito, tudo tem uma razão de ser.&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra.&lt;br /&gt;06/10/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-4337207913296314702?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/4337207913296314702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/4337207913296314702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/10/vida.html' title='A vida'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SstWcxtbf5I/AAAAAAAAA44/cBT7jFeHdiQ/s72-c/Image1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-6092361844058367482</id><published>2009-10-05T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T10:36:03.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O outro lado..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SsouNCYBwSI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/su8RulIOFpw/s1600-h/O+outro+lado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SsouNCYBwSI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/su8RulIOFpw/s800/O+outro+lado.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389170705613046050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O outro lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De um país pobre sofrido&lt;br /&gt;Casas de sapé à beira da estrada.&lt;br /&gt;Casarios centenários necessitando  restauração.&lt;br /&gt;Em contrapartida&lt;br /&gt;A Natureza beneficia os lugares&lt;br /&gt;Deste rincão sofrido&lt;br /&gt;Com paisagens indescritíveis&lt;br /&gt;Rios, Dunas, lagoas e cachoeiras.&lt;br /&gt; Vegetações preservadas e intocáveis.&lt;br /&gt; Cada uma cumprindo sua função,&lt;br /&gt;de deixar na imaginação;&lt;br /&gt;Só a lembrança do que é belo.&lt;br /&gt;Do nascer ao pôr-do-sol&lt;br /&gt;É a lei da compensação.&lt;br /&gt;E para nós o prêmio pela bela visão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;Setembro 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-6092361844058367482?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/6092361844058367482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/6092361844058367482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-outro-lado.html' title='O outro lado..'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SsouNCYBwSI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/su8RulIOFpw/s72-c/O+outro+lado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-2970996459753156100</id><published>2009-10-02T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T19:42:37.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Ssa6Bu7AcWI/AAAAAAAAA4A/CVyQIONkbY8/s1600-h/INT+75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Ssa6Bu7AcWI/AAAAAAAAA4A/CVyQIONkbY8/s400/INT+75.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388198543133536610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas leva contigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As alegrias conquistadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os momentos de felicidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Fraternidade encontradas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E em tudo coloque uma parcela;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da fé que te alimenta;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do amor que te sustenta;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da esperança,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que o levará ao topo dos sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aí a descida será serena,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a felicidade plena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mais tiras do teu “Eu”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para alegrar-te!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me tua mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a caminhada será&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De coração a coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02/10/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-2970996459753156100?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/2970996459753156100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/2970996459753156100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/10/apenas.html' title='Apenas'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Ssa6Bu7AcWI/AAAAAAAAA4A/CVyQIONkbY8/s72-c/INT+75.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-6291175210171375230</id><published>2009-09-15T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T05:45:01.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Destino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sq-MAUkHegI/AAAAAAAAA3w/HnZZ8by9npE/s1600-h/Destino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sq-MAUkHegI/AAAAAAAAA3w/HnZZ8by9npE/s400/Destino.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381674016879114754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o passado mal resolvido?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou o presente sem o acontecido?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o entremear entre eles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É aceitar a vida?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou quebrar paradigmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O virar do destino!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seria assim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem dera fosse feito pra mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15/09/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-6291175210171375230?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/6291175210171375230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/6291175210171375230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/09/destino.html' title='Destino'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sq-MAUkHegI/AAAAAAAAA3w/HnZZ8by9npE/s72-c/Destino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-7646969500988805828</id><published>2009-08-22T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T14:33:10.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Atrás da janela!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SpBj-yPWbtI/AAAAAAAAA2o/ZwVGMCQVhrc/s1600-h/atrav%C3%A9s+da+janela-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SpBj-yPWbtI/AAAAAAAAA2o/ZwVGMCQVhrc/s400/atrav%C3%A9s+da+janela-.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372904285742198482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atrás da janela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observo o mundo despertar&lt;br /&gt;Vejo alegrias disfarçadas,&lt;br /&gt;emoções  caminhando nas calçadas.&lt;br /&gt;Vejo lágrimas nos corações,&lt;br /&gt;escondendo incontidas emoções..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo vejo,&lt;br /&gt;tudo escuto,&lt;br /&gt;tudo observo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas de repente,&lt;br /&gt;tão sorrateiramente,&lt;br /&gt;percebo uma visão diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Algo me assusta!&lt;br /&gt;E o que vejo?&lt;br /&gt;Meu rosto a fitar-me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo era apenas o reflexo&lt;br /&gt;De uma alma que se esconde&lt;br /&gt;atrás da janela.&lt;br /&gt;As emoções são as minhas...&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas escorrem da minha face;&lt;br /&gt;saídas de um coração,&lt;br /&gt;que esconde verdadeiras emoções.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afasto-me.....&lt;br /&gt;Fecho a cortina..&lt;br /&gt;Para acordar de um sonho..&lt;br /&gt;Volto ao real.&lt;br /&gt;À vida.&lt;br /&gt;Assim vivida e repartida,&lt;br /&gt;por quimeras.&lt;br /&gt;Atrás da janela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;22/08/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-7646969500988805828?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/7646969500988805828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/7646969500988805828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/08/atras-da-janela.html' title='Atrás da janela!'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SpBj-yPWbtI/AAAAAAAAA2o/ZwVGMCQVhrc/s72-c/atrav%C3%A9s+da+janela-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-6367106916710687919</id><published>2009-08-05T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T03:30:36.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pai!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SnlfO7pgHmI/AAAAAAAAA0g/lY78Zj-2M-M/s1600-h/Pai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 156px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SnlfO7pgHmI/AAAAAAAAA0g/lY78Zj-2M-M/s400/Pai.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366425141123227234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Proteção!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carinho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exemplo para nossas aspirações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De teus ensinamentos aprendemos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a criar nossos filhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje muitos têm em ti:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lembrança de um homem bondoso;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outros de um pai severo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sempre ensinastes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recebes nesse dia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nossa homenagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde estiveres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longe ou perto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossos pensamentos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosso coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estão voltados para ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz dia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09/08/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-6367106916710687919?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/6367106916710687919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/6367106916710687919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/08/pai.html' title='Pai!'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SnlfO7pgHmI/AAAAAAAAA0g/lY78Zj-2M-M/s72-c/Pai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-7455097226830482184</id><published>2009-08-03T17:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T17:28:53.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem sou!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SneAlSPEWuI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/ZdAB3mP1zqk/s1600-h/quem+sou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 156px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SneAlSPEWuI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/ZdAB3mP1zqk/s400/quem+sou.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365898859073788642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou alegria.&lt;br /&gt;Sou tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;Sou vendaval.&lt;br /&gt;Sou calmaria.&lt;br /&gt;Sou alternâncias&lt;br /&gt;entre o meu “Eu”&lt;br /&gt;interior e o exterior.&lt;br /&gt;Sou assim, feita de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não tentes entender-me como sou.&lt;br /&gt;Tem horas que as lágrimas correm soltas,&lt;br /&gt;Tem horas que o riso ecoa no ar...&lt;br /&gt;Sou sonho e realidade.&lt;br /&gt;Sou enfim:&lt;br /&gt;O resultado&lt;br /&gt; que o destino me legou..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;ASL&lt;br /&gt;03/08/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-7455097226830482184?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/7455097226830482184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/7455097226830482184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/08/quem-sou.html' title='Quem sou!!'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SneAlSPEWuI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/ZdAB3mP1zqk/s72-c/quem+sou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-988745567428895803</id><published>2009-07-26T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T05:31:02.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetrix: À procura do amor..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SmxMej8Ns0I/AAAAAAAAA0I/AWMcwLD4BZ0/s1600-h/Gaivota_011333.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SmxMej8Ns0I/AAAAAAAAA0I/AWMcwLD4BZ0/s400/Gaivota_011333.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362745344219001666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetrix&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; À procura do amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos  como pássaros encantados que voam à procura do amor! &lt;br /&gt;E o encontrando, sentimos que ele se distancia de nós cada vez que tentamos alcançar seu vôo.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;26/07/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-988745567428895803?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/988745567428895803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/988745567428895803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/07/poetrix-procura-do-amor.html' title='Poetrix: À procura do amor..'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SmxMej8Ns0I/AAAAAAAAA0I/AWMcwLD4BZ0/s72-c/Gaivota_011333.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-4097013795159739025</id><published>2009-07-25T16:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T17:56:06.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lágrimas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SmubUOA3UxI/AAAAAAAAA0A/L-wkRZ9V6Mc/s1600-h/poema+L%C3%A1grimas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 176px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SmubUOA3UxI/AAAAAAAAA0A/L-wkRZ9V6Mc/s400/poema+L%C3%A1grimas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362550552976118546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas que caem da face,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fazem caminho sobre o corpo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como ondas de um mar revolto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a procura de um remanso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para deitar seus desencantos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O choro é sentido &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a alma acompanha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse turbilhão de emoções&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Querendo alcançar a felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que ela venha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas traga consigo a alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;das paixões duradouras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e o despertar dos amores tranqüilos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pleno de carinhos perenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que  nesta hora então, dos olhos só caiam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lágrimas de intensa felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25/07/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-4097013795159739025?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/4097013795159739025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/4097013795159739025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/07/lagrimas.html' title='Lágrimas'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SmubUOA3UxI/AAAAAAAAA0A/L-wkRZ9V6Mc/s72-c/poema+L%C3%A1grimas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-7597651860897097612</id><published>2009-07-22T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T13:45:11.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enigmas da Vida....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Smd00E0ztDI/AAAAAAAAAzo/BmfTwiu6pG8/s1600-h/INTER-AULA++13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 176px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Smd00E0ztDI/AAAAAAAAAzo/BmfTwiu6pG8/s400/INTER-AULA++13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361382319405118514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enigmas da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar e não ser amado.&lt;br /&gt;Encontros e Desencontros&lt;br /&gt;Perder um vôo ou um passeio,&lt;br /&gt; quando se quer chegar rápido ao destino.&lt;br /&gt;Sair em um dia ensolarado &lt;br /&gt;e de repente cair uma chuva torrencial...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas as coisas acontecem na vida com uma razão de ser.&lt;br /&gt;O amor chega&lt;br /&gt;Os encontros acontecem&lt;br /&gt;As viagens são feitas no momento oportuno&lt;br /&gt;O sol e a chuva têm seu tempo certo para despontar no horizonte.&lt;br /&gt;Deus nos mostra os caminhos, &lt;br /&gt;as ações e os acontecimentos..&lt;br /&gt;E cabe a nós a responsabilidade do livre arbítrio. &lt;br /&gt;Para discernir o que queremos&lt;br /&gt;para a nossa vida.&lt;br /&gt;E entre as nossas escolhas&lt;br /&gt;devem prevalecer;&lt;br /&gt;O bom senso.&lt;br /&gt;Para que no futuro,&lt;br /&gt;não nos arrependamos.&lt;br /&gt;E a felicidade tão sonhada&lt;br /&gt;Seja por nós vivenciada.&lt;br /&gt;E para sempre acompanhada&lt;br /&gt;do amor encontrado.&lt;br /&gt;Seja em um dia ensolarado;&lt;br /&gt;Ou admirando um céu estrelado&lt;br /&gt;Ao som de uma linda música.&lt;br /&gt;Ou dos acordes de um violão,&lt;br /&gt;escutando o nascer de uma nova canção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;22/07/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-7597651860897097612?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/7597651860897097612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/7597651860897097612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/07/enigmas-da-vida.html' title='Enigmas da Vida....'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Smd00E0ztDI/AAAAAAAAAzo/BmfTwiu6pG8/s72-c/INTER-AULA++13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-7153781906876597605</id><published>2009-07-19T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:11:24.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SmPuUX4XYqI/AAAAAAAAAzY/qDt7jEpkSvU/s1600-h/toppersonalizado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SmPuUX4XYqI/AAAAAAAAAzY/qDt7jEpkSvU/s400/toppersonalizado.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360390015276245666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Caminhar da Esperança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentei para escrever algo que procurava na minha alma.&lt;br /&gt;Mas  ela estava à procura de algo para fazer-me feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Então procurei na vida que levo algo para merecer um poetar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei tanta coisa a falar, e tantas a calar.&lt;br /&gt;Que achei melhor voltar.&lt;br /&gt;Voar e por outros caminhos procurar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por minha alma em balanço&lt;br /&gt;Necessitando de algo para equilibrar.&lt;br /&gt;Sorrisos, canções, ações..&lt;br /&gt;Algo a me apegar&lt;br /&gt;Para assim cantar louvores.&lt;br /&gt;E aprender a sorrir com o olhar de uma criança.&lt;br /&gt;Aprender com os mais necessitados, a palavra esperança&lt;br /&gt;Andar descalça para sentir que as pedras no caminho,&lt;br /&gt;precisam existir para com elas saber discernir&lt;br /&gt;Qual caminho estarei a seguir..&lt;br /&gt;E finalmente ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;20/07/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-7153781906876597605?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/7153781906876597605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/7153781906876597605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-caminhar-da-esperanca-sentei-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SmPuUX4XYqI/AAAAAAAAAzY/qDt7jEpkSvU/s72-c/toppersonalizado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-942265431600036601</id><published>2009-07-09T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:31:18.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amizade é ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SlaLtOCE40I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/m_ZQ6H41mYI/s1600-h/poema+amizade+%C3%A9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SlaLtOCE40I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/m_ZQ6H41mYI/s400/poema+amizade+%C3%A9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356622415780963138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amizade é ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a emoção aflora,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as lágrimas surgem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem à mente os que &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choram ou riem de alegria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas caem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando a saudade bate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o sorriso se faz presente, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando a palavra amiga chega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nessas alternâncias de humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coração corpo e mente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ressurge cada vez mais forte,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pois o ombro amigo ajudou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amizade é isso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escutar o outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emprestar o ombro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorar junto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrir quando tudo se torna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colorido dentro de nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que bom uma amizade pura e verdadeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela se torna então a grande companheira..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melhor ainda se durar a vida inteira..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07/07/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-942265431600036601?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/942265431600036601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/942265431600036601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/07/amizade-e.html' title='Amizade é ...'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SlaLtOCE40I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/m_ZQ6H41mYI/s72-c/poema+amizade+%C3%A9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-2569822307222660722</id><published>2009-06-30T09:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T09:47:25.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caminhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SkpBkO-PbmI/AAAAAAAAAy8/4W6TMBxGRFw/s1600-h/Caminhos+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 156px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SkpBkO-PbmI/AAAAAAAAAy8/4W6TMBxGRFw/s400/Caminhos+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353163197833506402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estradas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão desencontradas e tortuosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estradas vicinais, próximas de algo sonhado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estradas longas que nos deixam com o coração amargurado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminhos paralelos que nos levam ao desconhecido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois nunca teremos a alegria do reencontro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As ruas da vida são assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não temos direito de escolha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou são boas para ti ou ruins para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como caminhantes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; nômades de um destino..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos aceitando o que se  nos apresenta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhando um dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o caminho de ida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja o mesmo da volta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E no meio dessa estrada,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haja o encontro tão sonhado,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para o amor que estava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desesperançado..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29/06/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-2569822307222660722?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/2569822307222660722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/2569822307222660722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/06/caminhos.html' title='Caminhos'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SkpBkO-PbmI/AAAAAAAAAy8/4W6TMBxGRFw/s72-c/Caminhos+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-921394245683767820</id><published>2009-06-24T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T12:45:37.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mensageiras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SkKCHolw6vI/AAAAAAAAAyU/48mkn9rVdvs/s1600-h/top+borboletas.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 163px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SkKCHolw6vI/AAAAAAAAAyU/48mkn9rVdvs/s400/top+borboletas.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350982374936079090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mensageiras &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leves e soltas pelo ar&lt;br /&gt;vivem as borboletas a voar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o meu amor querendo acompanhar&lt;br /&gt;o ir e vir do bater de asas.&lt;br /&gt;Para levar ao meu amor&lt;br /&gt;tudo que meu coração deseja ofertar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pena que elas voem tão rápido!&lt;br /&gt;E o meu coração não segue o compasso&lt;br /&gt;desta magia colorida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E entre o ir e vir dos borboleteares&lt;br /&gt;anseio alcançar o meu amor por ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como nos mares flutuam garrafas com mensagens&lt;br /&gt;desejaria que entre o bater destas belas asas&lt;br /&gt;os meus versos chegassem a ti como canções&lt;br /&gt;e abrandassem meu coração apaixonado&lt;br /&gt;que por ti vive alucinado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;24.06.2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-921394245683767820?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/921394245683767820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/921394245683767820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/06/mensageiras.html' title='Mensageiras'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SkKCHolw6vI/AAAAAAAAAyU/48mkn9rVdvs/s72-c/top+borboletas.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-1549050986929191077</id><published>2009-06-20T19:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T19:09:51.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Amor e o tempo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sj2WVSHoVlI/AAAAAAAAAxk/kotLFz5_u8c/s1600-h/tag+o+tempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 337px; height: 398px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sj2WVSHoVlI/AAAAAAAAAxk/kotLFz5_u8c/s400/tag+o+tempo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349597224771278418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Amor e o tempo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entremeado por&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paixões, amores, desejos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantas formas de sonhar o amor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;através de sabores, perfumes e sons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que escolher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O gosto da fruta madura tirada do pé?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O perfume das lindas flores?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou seria àquela música que nos toca o coração?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre todas essas escolhas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;queria apenas de volta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor envolvido nestas sensações todas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o beijo misturado aos sabores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o amor sem tempo nem hora para acabar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na cama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; na rede,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na relva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ou &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;olhando o mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20/06/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-1549050986929191077?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/1549050986929191077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/1549050986929191077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-amor-e-o-tempo.html' title='O Amor e o tempo!'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sj2WVSHoVlI/AAAAAAAAAxk/kotLFz5_u8c/s72-c/tag+o+tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-3382631701642650813</id><published>2009-06-16T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T17:24:35.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Onde anda minha inspiração?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sjg3jsWuTOI/AAAAAAAAAxc/zbXXcNLZBg8/s1600-h/TAG+inspira%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 390px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sjg3jsWuTOI/AAAAAAAAAxc/zbXXcNLZBg8/s400/TAG+inspira%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348085643843882210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Onde anda minha inspiração?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hibernando pelos campos&lt;br /&gt;pousando nos arvoredos&lt;br /&gt;olhando pássaros sobrevoando,&lt;br /&gt;ou dentro do meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À espera que as estações&lt;br /&gt;definam como ficarão;&lt;br /&gt;se no inverno ou verão.&lt;br /&gt;Ou esperando a primavera&lt;br /&gt;Entre todas a mais bela...&lt;br /&gt;As flores falam por elas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outono é o descanso das floradas&lt;br /&gt;Mas mesmo assim&lt;br /&gt;elas aparecem encantadas&lt;br /&gt;dentro das estufas ou&lt;br /&gt;na natureza camufladas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas estava eu falando de versos&lt;br /&gt;De poemas e inspirações.&lt;br /&gt;Eles!&lt;br /&gt; Como as estações...&lt;br /&gt;Deverão aparecer qualquer hora&lt;br /&gt;Entre o inicio da primavera&lt;br /&gt; E o final do verão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;16/06/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-3382631701642650813?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/3382631701642650813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/3382631701642650813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/06/onde-anda-minha-inspiracao.html' title='Onde anda minha inspiração?'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sjg3jsWuTOI/AAAAAAAAAxc/zbXXcNLZBg8/s72-c/TAG+inspira%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-8441360051444337422</id><published>2009-06-11T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:30:46.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SjHLyvTudkI/AAAAAAAAAwc/sCvELyntJI0/s1600-h/Al%C3%A9m+do+olhar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 156px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SjHLyvTudkI/AAAAAAAAAwc/sCvELyntJI0/s400/Al%C3%A9m+do+olhar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346278305218590274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além do olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busco coisas insondáveis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nos mistérios da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhar que procura no horizonte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um caminho a seguir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Observo a natureza diante de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a beleza infinda do firmamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuro no meio deste universo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a paz , o amor a alegria e a justiça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que está por um fio entre os seres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que nele habitam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; E as interrogações do que acontece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz-nos procurar melhorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dentro do convívio familiar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dentro do grupo maior,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que é a comunidade em que vivemos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Assim a esperança se faz presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor nos dá esse respaldo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pois sem ele seríamos nada..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E com ele dentro de nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poderemos não apenas mudar o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas plantar a semente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para a paz universal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A paz que sonhamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A paz que queremos para nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paz nos lares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paz no nosso país&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paz mundial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Apenas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A   &lt;br /&gt;Paz.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/06/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-8441360051444337422?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/8441360051444337422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/8441360051444337422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/06/alem-do-olhar-busco-coisas-insondaveis.html' title=''/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SjHLyvTudkI/AAAAAAAAAwc/sCvELyntJI0/s72-c/Al%C3%A9m+do+olhar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-7005697757190344602</id><published>2009-06-03T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T15:02:49.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compassos da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sibx-llZkMI/AAAAAAAAAwM/gbXSSRuC_3s/s1600-h/tag+rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 370px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sibx-llZkMI/AAAAAAAAAwM/gbXSSRuC_3s/s400/tag+rosa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343224065464832194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compassos da vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu canto é triste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua alma persiste,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em sondar os mistérios do inconsciente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é tão ínfimo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando temos dentro de nós,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a luz que direciona nossos passos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E dá ao nosso coração o compasso;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde as pausas se intercalam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dando-nos a certeza de que,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entre um ritmo e outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida caminha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nesse vai e vem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os mistérios insondáveis do ser,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilumina-nos para um novo amanhecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03/06/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-7005697757190344602?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/7005697757190344602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/7005697757190344602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/06/compassos-da-vida-teu-canto-e-triste.html' title='Compassos da vida'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sibx-llZkMI/AAAAAAAAAwM/gbXSSRuC_3s/s72-c/tag+rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-4065376978754666942</id><published>2009-06-02T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T04:34:33.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entre poemas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SiUOPsuzmSI/AAAAAAAAAvc/eX6vpLGrJvU/s1600-h/Bailarinos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 117px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SiUOPsuzmSI/AAAAAAAAAvc/eX6vpLGrJvU/s400/Bailarinos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342692195813267746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre poemas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje caminhei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;à procura de inspiração..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhei céu, terra e mares..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busquei a lembrança do teu olhar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Li lindas poesias,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de poetas e poetisas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que vivem neste mundo virtual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li poemas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; dos  grandes imortais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Retornei para a minha escrivaninha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com a bagagem repleta de emoções..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui reler meus escritos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E fiquei a pensar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como um bailado de sensações..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou ainda longe do contexto poético, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de tudo que li...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Em meus poemas;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre girassóis andei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em teu corpo poetei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sob o céu azul te imaginei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turbilhão de emoções vivenciei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E em cada um observei;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos e paixões, nunca declarados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobri em mim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apenas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um simples coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; apaixonado..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01/06/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-4065376978754666942?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/4065376978754666942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/4065376978754666942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/06/entre-poemas.html' title='Entre poemas'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SiUOPsuzmSI/AAAAAAAAAvc/eX6vpLGrJvU/s72-c/Bailarinos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-5235175572547140259</id><published>2009-05-30T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T20:27:04.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amores Alados....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SiH3uUR1GKI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gqjyqhKYN7w/s1600-h/back-cora%C3%A7%C3%B5es+alados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 137px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SiH3uUR1GKI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gqjyqhKYN7w/s400/back-cora%C3%A7%C3%B5es+alados.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341823008127654050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amores Alados....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaginados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuas asas, procuram aconchego...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia pousarão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em um coração apaixonado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o amor antes imaginado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontrará lugar seguro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivenciando o que foi sonhado..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30/05/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-5235175572547140259?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/5235175572547140259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/5235175572547140259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/05/amores-alados.html' title='Amores Alados....'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SiH3uUR1GKI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gqjyqhKYN7w/s72-c/back-cora%C3%A7%C3%B5es+alados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-5776488448083398437</id><published>2009-05-27T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:37:49.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entre poemas e sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sh2WW_7oMHI/AAAAAAAAAu8/rIudP5pPhJc/s1600-h/Entre+poemas+e+sonhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sh2WW_7oMHI/AAAAAAAAAu8/rIudP5pPhJc/s400/Entre+poemas+e+sonhos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340590054994096242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre poemas e sonhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre poemas te encontrei.&lt;br /&gt;E por este mundo poético me apaixonei.&lt;br /&gt;Poetei. Duetei. Entrelacei..&lt;br /&gt;E em cada um feliz fiquei.&lt;br /&gt;Soltando as palavras aqui e ali..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percorrendo diariamente as poesias.&lt;br /&gt;Fascinada com os sonhos e ilusões.&lt;br /&gt;E a cada passo que dou&lt;br /&gt;Encanto-me com as palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Escritas de uma maneira singular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E neste mundo encantado!&lt;br /&gt;Estou ficando dia após dia.&lt;br /&gt;Não me deslumbro com o que faço,&lt;br /&gt;escrevo apenas como simples aprendiz.&lt;br /&gt;Mas com certeza um dia!&lt;br /&gt;Entre um verso e outro.&lt;br /&gt;Farei alguém feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;ASL&lt;br /&gt;27/05/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.linaseabra.prosaeverso.net/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.avbl.com.br/website?p=Yz04MTImYT1TQg==&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-5776488448083398437?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/5776488448083398437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/5776488448083398437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/05/entre-poemas-e-sonhos.html' title='Entre poemas e sonhos'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sh2WW_7oMHI/AAAAAAAAAu8/rIudP5pPhJc/s72-c/Entre+poemas+e+sonhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-643766663147200695</id><published>2009-05-26T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:22:48.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mera ilusão....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/ShxPOaUlzTI/AAAAAAAAAuU/4V-ZMj1poPQ/s1600-h/top+ilus%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/ShxPOaUlzTI/AAAAAAAAAuU/4V-ZMj1poPQ/s400/top+ilus%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340230367157013810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mera ilusão...&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje faz frio na minha alma.&lt;br /&gt;Só o teu calor me acalma.&lt;br /&gt; Quando anoitece,&lt;br /&gt; sinto em mim a tua falta.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua voz dá-me o alento.&lt;br /&gt;E do teu corpo o alimento,&lt;br /&gt; que faz de ti o meu senhor.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhece e o sol desponta.&lt;br /&gt; Vejo-o vindo ao meu encontro.&lt;br /&gt; Mas o sol incandesce meus olhos&lt;br /&gt; E minha alma apenas chora.&lt;br /&gt; Não eras real, apenas um sonho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Mera ilusão....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt; ASL&lt;br /&gt;26/05/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-643766663147200695?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/643766663147200695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/643766663147200695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/05/mera-ilusao.html' title='Mera ilusão....'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/ShxPOaUlzTI/AAAAAAAAAuU/4V-ZMj1poPQ/s72-c/top+ilus%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-3762177338389312701</id><published>2009-05-24T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T12:28:57.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DUETO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/ShmfnIf1kbI/AAAAAAAAAuM/zcqXaN3k8JM/s1600-h/Para+dueto+Quisera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/ShmfnIf1kbI/AAAAAAAAAuM/zcqXaN3k8JM/s400/Para+dueto+Quisera.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339474327869166002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisera&lt;br /&gt;Zion Freire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisera ter a alma em poesia,&lt;br /&gt;para exaltá-la em versos,&lt;br /&gt;todas as horas do dia.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Quisera ter o coração,&lt;br /&gt;eternamente festivo,&lt;br /&gt;para diverti-la e vê-la sorrir.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Quisera ter na boca, sempre,&lt;br /&gt;as palavras de amor mais lindas,&lt;br /&gt;para sussurá-las em teus ouvidos.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Quisera ter, a cada instante,&lt;br /&gt;para te enternecer o espírito,&lt;br /&gt;olhos lânguidos e doces de amante.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Quisera estar ao teu lado,&lt;br /&gt;em todos os momentos da vida,&lt;br /&gt;para te amar apaixonadamente.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Zion Freire&lt;br /&gt; *******&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma queria...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Todos os teus beijos ao anoitecer,&lt;br /&gt;e no teu colo amanhecer!&lt;br /&gt;Queria tudo que pudesses ofertar!&lt;br /&gt;Ao som de uma música, numa rede a balançar, &lt;br /&gt;estaria sonhando com coisas sem sentido, &lt;br /&gt;ou meus sonhos poderiam se realizar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doces carinhos não são jamais negados &lt;br /&gt;porque o receio? o meu amor é todo teu.&lt;br /&gt;A vida nunca nega aos apaixonados;&lt;br /&gt;um sentimento que pulsa latente&lt;br /&gt; em um coração amargurado&lt;br /&gt;pela falta de carinho&lt;br /&gt; ou um amor não revelado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recebe de mim esta entrega toda... &lt;br /&gt;e na vida serás um felizardo.&lt;br /&gt;Vem doce paixão,&lt;br /&gt;abranda minha alma e coração!&lt;br /&gt;Aqui encontrarás guarida&lt;br /&gt;e terás toda minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;aos teus pés em doce acolhida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;07/01/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 24/05/2009&lt;br /&gt;Código do texto: T1612273&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-3762177338389312701?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/3762177338389312701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/3762177338389312701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/05/dueto_24.html' title='DUETO'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/ShmfnIf1kbI/AAAAAAAAAuM/zcqXaN3k8JM/s72-c/Para+dueto+Quisera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-2527650424772066795</id><published>2009-05-24T12:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T12:24:40.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DUETO:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Shme3G1LBYI/AAAAAAAAAuE/jpZVJe4z-gE/s1600-h/top+verde+aula21.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Shme3G1LBYI/AAAAAAAAAuE/jpZVJe4z-gE/s400/top+verde+aula21.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339473502788060546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À tua procura&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hoje resolvi passear dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Andei por florestas.&lt;br /&gt;Vi lindas borboletas a voar.&lt;br /&gt;Passarinhos a gorjear.&lt;br /&gt;Mas em ti não parava de pensar.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Atravessei oceanos e mares&lt;br /&gt;De lindos tons azul-esverdeados.&lt;br /&gt;Voltei no tempo e procurei-te&lt;br /&gt;Nas lembranças da tua imagem primaveril.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No presente não pude alcançar-te&lt;br /&gt;A cada passo que dava&lt;br /&gt;Retrocedia dois passos&lt;br /&gt;É como se algo interferisse&lt;br /&gt;Em busca de ti.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Corri para o futuro&lt;br /&gt;Para tentar desvendar como seria.&lt;br /&gt;Uma névoa apareceu na minha mente.&lt;br /&gt;Como a dizer: Calma!&lt;br /&gt;O futuro a Deus pertence.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Quero alçar vôo como você.&lt;br /&gt;John Doe&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Imitá-la até aprender a navegar.&lt;br /&gt;Não me lamentar, mas encarar&lt;br /&gt;Até vencer!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sem lamentos viver os momentos.&lt;br /&gt;Não querer  mais e mais, mas ficar&lt;br /&gt;satisfeito pelo carinho recebido,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo não tendo merecido.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Como o navegante, guiar meu barco.&lt;br /&gt;E de forma segura voltar a te ver,&lt;br /&gt; Sem me matar de tanta ansiedade,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas chegar e vibrante  te abraçar.&lt;br /&gt;Sem estardalhaço te amar na cama,&lt;br /&gt;Que manteve imaculada!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Depois?  Voar por dentro e por fora.&lt;br /&gt;Revendo e revivendo tudo que tanta falta senti,&lt;br /&gt;E quando perto de você me encontrar,&lt;br /&gt;Te beijar e dizer: Finalmente te encontrei&lt;br /&gt;Minha amada!&lt;br /&gt;Vim Dos Céus e se te encontrei ao meu plano&lt;br /&gt;Te erguerei para sempre, ou enquanto assim quiser...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;John Doe&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra &lt;br /&gt;Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 24/05/2009&lt;br /&gt;Código do texto: T1612286&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-2527650424772066795?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/2527650424772066795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/2527650424772066795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/05/dueto.html' title='DUETO:'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Shme3G1LBYI/AAAAAAAAAuE/jpZVJe4z-gE/s72-c/top+verde+aula21.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-8442127575439626687</id><published>2009-05-23T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T14:26:03.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser criança</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/ShhpNnQxpeI/AAAAAAAAAt0/AGD77pzb3f8/s1600-h/tagloveangel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/ShhpNnQxpeI/AAAAAAAAAt0/AGD77pzb3f8/s400/tagloveangel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339133040846284258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser criança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sonhar com as brincadeiras&lt;br /&gt;Sem pensar no futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Saber que tem o colo na hora que chora.&lt;br /&gt;E a proteção dos pais,&lt;br /&gt;no seu caminhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Que bom ser criança!&lt;br /&gt;Estudar, brincar passear,&lt;br /&gt;tudo na sua hora.&lt;br /&gt;Presentes, brinquedos e afagos,&lt;br /&gt;por todos os lados.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando está dodói?&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo logo passa.&lt;br /&gt;E assim vai pelas fases da vida,&lt;br /&gt;aprendendo que o “sim” e o “não” &lt;br /&gt;são dados na hora certa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não percebe que o tempo passa rápido.&lt;br /&gt;Quando adulta lembra com saudades,&lt;br /&gt;e quer voltar a ser criança.&lt;br /&gt;Mas só ficou a lembrança&lt;br /&gt;De um tempo que ficou lá atrás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;ASL&lt;br /&gt;23/05/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-8442127575439626687?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/8442127575439626687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/8442127575439626687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/05/ser-crianca.html' title='Ser criança'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/ShhpNnQxpeI/AAAAAAAAAt0/AGD77pzb3f8/s72-c/tagloveangel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-3198001154163000704</id><published>2009-05-22T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T14:22:32.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Série Arte &amp; Poesia :Palavras na poesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/ShbaYoypRHI/AAAAAAAAAtk/HuQ819Q1Qf0/s1600-h/FLORES+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/ShbaYoypRHI/AAAAAAAAAtk/HuQ819Q1Qf0/s400/FLORES+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338694525095855218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Palavras na poesia &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Já poetei sobre saudades;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o amor ainda mais.&lt;br /&gt;Além destas existem outras&lt;br /&gt;Mas só quando comigo estás.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Para mim tudo isso conta.&lt;br /&gt;Pois de saudades vivo eu,&lt;br /&gt;quando longe de você estou;&lt;br /&gt;Pois o amor ainda não morreu.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;E a sina dos amantes&lt;br /&gt;é chorar por um amor,&lt;br /&gt;que para trás ficou.&lt;br /&gt;Longe ou perto onde estejas,&lt;br /&gt;meu amor nunca acabou.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;ASL&lt;br /&gt;21/05/2009&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Arte e formatação:Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;Imagem: Tela ramalhete:Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;(Trabalho em lápis pastel seco em papel Textura)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra &lt;br /&gt;Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 22/05/2009&lt;br /&gt;Código do texto: T1608522&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-3198001154163000704?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/3198001154163000704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/3198001154163000704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/05/palavras-na-poesia-ja-poetei-sobre.html' title='Série Arte &amp; Poesia :Palavras na poesia'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/ShbaYoypRHI/AAAAAAAAAtk/HuQ819Q1Qf0/s72-c/FLORES+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-7249872817974304093</id><published>2009-05-17T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:47:44.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somos Assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/ShCxPFnVVeI/AAAAAAAAAsI/kzq3baxYzv0/s1600-h/tagsomos+assim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/ShCxPFnVVeI/AAAAAAAAAsI/kzq3baxYzv0/s400/tagsomos+assim.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336960431197345250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos Assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre o principio e o fim..&lt;br /&gt;Tocamos o barco da vida,&lt;br /&gt;uns dias de nevasca, outros de calmaria.&lt;br /&gt;Tem dias que perdemos os remos,&lt;br /&gt;e ficamos à deriva sem saber o que fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Logo aparecem alguns "Anjos" bons;&lt;br /&gt;Puxam-nos lá do fundo,&lt;br /&gt;e recomeçamos a navegar...&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não estamos sós.&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de nós existe uma força,&lt;br /&gt;que muitas vezes nos sustenta e outras nos arrebenta..&lt;br /&gt;Como se lutássemos com nossos "lobos" internos.&lt;br /&gt;O Deus supremo que rege as leis do universo,&lt;br /&gt;dá sua mãozinha, pois a outros Ele tem que ajudar..&lt;br /&gt;E assim entre turbulências e calmarias,&lt;br /&gt;a vida segue seu destino.&lt;br /&gt;O futuro é uma incógnita,&lt;br /&gt;não é bom saber o que virá..&lt;br /&gt;Vamos vivendo com os presentes que a vida nos dá.&lt;br /&gt;Entre eles estão os amigos,&lt;br /&gt;que não nos negam refúgio,&lt;br /&gt;uma palavra na hora certa,&lt;br /&gt;e um ombro amigo&lt;br /&gt;onde deitamos nossa cabeça..&lt;br /&gt;A vida assim torna-se mais leve.&lt;br /&gt;E o barco mais fácil de ser conduzido.&lt;br /&gt;Esperando que na outra margem,&lt;br /&gt;a felicidade nos receba de braços abertos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;ASL&lt;br /&gt;17/05/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-7249872817974304093?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/7249872817974304093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/7249872817974304093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/05/somos-assim.html' title='Somos Assim...'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/ShCxPFnVVeI/AAAAAAAAAsI/kzq3baxYzv0/s72-c/tagsomos+assim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-1905338151577942810</id><published>2009-05-17T17:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T17:13:50.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Começando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/ShCoIMrHU-I/AAAAAAAAAsA/yLa9MdAB0fs/s1600-h/tagcaminho1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/ShCoIMrHU-I/AAAAAAAAAsA/yLa9MdAB0fs/s400/tagcaminho1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336950417228518370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começando...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Todo começo é bom.&lt;br /&gt;Nos leva a meditação.&lt;br /&gt;Será ruim ou será bom,&lt;br /&gt;não importa o desfecho.&lt;br /&gt;Quero apenas  que ele siga,&lt;br /&gt;na calmaria da vida,&lt;br /&gt;o que um dia foi sonhado..&lt;br /&gt;A paz sempre chega quando a invocamos.&lt;br /&gt;Não importa a guerra interna..&lt;br /&gt;Enfrentaremos a fera..&lt;br /&gt;Vire caça ou caçador&lt;br /&gt;Dela só restará a agonia de ver que em algum dia&lt;br /&gt;o bem prevalecerá.&lt;br /&gt;E a paz voltará a reinar.&lt;br /&gt;E o ser que antes lutava;&lt;br /&gt;Ganhará a paz esperada.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;ASL&lt;br /&gt;17/05/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-1905338151577942810?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/1905338151577942810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/1905338151577942810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/05/comecando.html' title='Começando...'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/ShCoIMrHU-I/AAAAAAAAAsA/yLa9MdAB0fs/s72-c/tagcaminho1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-3313126684887832108</id><published>2009-05-16T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T08:09:06.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retornando....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sg7WsO68FcI/AAAAAAAAAro/aYcJ9p1B-sg/s1600-h/gif.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 381px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sg7WsO68FcI/AAAAAAAAAro/aYcJ9p1B-sg/s400/gif.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336438663888508354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retornando....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes nos escondemos dentro do nosso "Eu",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para repensar nossas atribulações e percalços da vida..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acreditando que o ser amado nos abandonou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alegrias, tristezas, medos, tudo guardado..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente vislumbramos àquela luz pequenina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que nos ilumina de dentro para fora,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dando-nos condições de ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o caminho de volta e perceber,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que o outro está próximo de nós,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que seja em pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossos receios e medos, somem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os "nós" se desatam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E caminhamos ao verdadeiro encontro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mãos se entrelaçam;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os nós agora são fortificados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pela presença do amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor este, que estava  recluso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a felicidade se torna perene.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;E parafraseando Vínícius:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Que  ele seja eterno enquanto dure"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;ASL&lt;br /&gt;16/05/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sites onde posto as poesias:&lt;br /&gt; http://www.linaseabra.prosaeverso.net/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.avbl.com.br/website?p=Yz04MTImYT1TQg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-3313126684887832108?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/3313126684887832108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/3313126684887832108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/05/retornando.html' title='Retornando....'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sg7WsO68FcI/AAAAAAAAAro/aYcJ9p1B-sg/s72-c/gif.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-7303975723739436957</id><published>2009-05-15T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T06:54:35.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sg1yz7LKVeI/AAAAAAAAArQ/AKdqr_UEYY4/s1600-h/tag+da+aula+39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sg1yz7LKVeI/AAAAAAAAArQ/AKdqr_UEYY4/s400/tag+da+aula+39.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336047369887307234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava a tua procura pelos labirintos da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais eu a buscava, mas ela se afastava.&lt;br /&gt;Percebi então que a estava procurando fora de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Fiz uma introspecção;&lt;br /&gt;E percebi que a vida tinha me presenteado&lt;br /&gt;com grandes e pequenas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;E o mais importante.&lt;br /&gt;Ela estava tão bem guardada,&lt;br /&gt;no interior do meu ser que só percebi,&lt;br /&gt;quando fiz esta viagem para dentro de mim.&lt;br /&gt;E agradeci a Deus o amor lá dentro guardado.&lt;br /&gt; A Família que formei, &lt;br /&gt;Amigos que conquistei.&lt;br /&gt;Dádivas recebidas, que vão além&lt;br /&gt;De qualquer fortuna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alegre fiquei.&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade! &lt;br /&gt;Não estavas fora de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Estavas no interior do meu ser..&lt;br /&gt;Grata meu amigo, &lt;br /&gt;por abrires meus olhos..&lt;br /&gt;Só você sabe do que falo.&lt;br /&gt;Felicidades para ti!&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade para nós!&lt;br /&gt;Felicidades para os que amam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;ASL&lt;br /&gt;14/05/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-7303975723739436957?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/7303975723739436957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/7303975723739436957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/05/felicidade.html' title='Felicidade'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sg1yz7LKVeI/AAAAAAAAArQ/AKdqr_UEYY4/s72-c/tag+da+aula+39.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-944751634939005116</id><published>2009-05-13T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:39:15.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dá-me tuas mãos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SguSWbPRVZI/AAAAAAAAArI/D18-f6oG9c4/s1600-h/Image15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SguSWbPRVZI/AAAAAAAAArI/D18-f6oG9c4/s400/Image15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335519097517069714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje acordei olhando a vida passar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E falei para mim mesma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela não pode passar sem mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gritei... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Espera por mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso da tua energia para iluminar meus dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela voltou pegou em minhas mãos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e levou-me consigo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para desbravar caminhos, sonhos e ilusões;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu tinha perdido ao longo da minha caminhada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12/05/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-944751634939005116?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/944751634939005116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/944751634939005116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/05/da-me-tuas-maos.html' title='Dá-me tuas mãos'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SguSWbPRVZI/AAAAAAAAArI/D18-f6oG9c4/s72-c/Image15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-1771032211309481691</id><published>2009-05-13T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:37:21.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Tempo do amor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SguRzL7PJWI/AAAAAAAAArA/RqYaBagVPRk/s1600-h/tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SguRzL7PJWI/AAAAAAAAArA/RqYaBagVPRk/s400/tag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335518492111086946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anos, meses e dias se foram..&lt;br /&gt;E entre eles o amor e a paixão reprimida;&lt;br /&gt;Entremeados pelas lembranças&lt;br /&gt; de momentos vividos.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Deste tempo,&lt;br /&gt;queria apenas....&lt;br /&gt; Você de volta,&lt;br /&gt;O beijo roubado &lt;br /&gt;E o cálido amor,&lt;br /&gt;sem tempo nem hora para acabar.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;ASL&lt;br /&gt;14/05/2009&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra &lt;br /&gt;Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 14/05/2009&lt;br /&gt;Código do texto: T1592943&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-1771032211309481691?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/1771032211309481691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/1771032211309481691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-tempo-do-amor.html' title='O Tempo do amor.'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SguRzL7PJWI/AAAAAAAAArA/RqYaBagVPRk/s72-c/tag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-2252941865236305447</id><published>2009-05-13T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T07:53:12.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorir a vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SgrkFVkhFQI/AAAAAAAAAqg/zbunED1uDd0/s1600-h/AULA38+-B%C3%81SICO-REFEITA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SgrkFVkhFQI/AAAAAAAAAqg/zbunED1uDd0/s400/AULA38+-B%C3%81SICO-REFEITA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335327488914560258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colorir a vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; é:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar um bom dia gostoso àquele vizinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que entra no elevador e nem nos olha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofertar um abraço aos amigos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na despedida  de uma atividade que fazemos em conjunto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrir para as pessoas que encontramos e que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muitas vezes estão com ar de poucos amigos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sejam por problemas pessoais ou profissionais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi uma máxima que uso sempre:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“O coração é seu pode chorar, o rosto é dos outros, deve sorrir”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nunca soube a autoria dessa frase)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim me dei bem sempre;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não importa para mim que o meu próximo não siga esse ditado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que aqui ou ali planto uma semente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz bem para o meu interior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que por dentro chore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Meu semblante será sempre assim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graças a Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E viva a vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colorindo-a com as cores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amizade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13/05/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-2252941865236305447?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/2252941865236305447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/2252941865236305447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/05/colorir-vida.html' title='Colorir a vida'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SgrkFVkhFQI/AAAAAAAAAqg/zbunED1uDd0/s72-c/AULA38+-B%C3%81SICO-REFEITA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-141915328908593960</id><published>2009-05-04T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T03:52:21.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetando em ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sf-mW9xpdDI/AAAAAAAAApk/wvl_hPdRz9o/s1600-h/tagap%C3%B3sobanho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 353px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sf-mW9xpdDI/AAAAAAAAApk/wvl_hPdRz9o/s400/tagap%C3%B3sobanho.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332163397300089906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetando em ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usando tintas e pincéis, &lt;br /&gt;Desenhei poemas sobre teu corpo;&lt;br /&gt;Procurando colorir em ti meus sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Em cada curva delineei meus desejos e paixões reprimidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos teus ouvidos sussurrei poemas de amor,&lt;br /&gt;feitos só para ti.&lt;br /&gt;E em cada um falei da minha dor,&lt;br /&gt;de amar-te assim calorosamente.&lt;br /&gt;Em tua boca deixei as marcas de batom,&lt;br /&gt;e andei a pincelar duetos,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; entrelaçando teu corpo ao meu;&lt;br /&gt;Como reflexo de um caleidoscópio&lt;br /&gt;das mais belas cores encontradas,  nos efeitos do meu amor por ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim procurei deixar em ti minhas marcas,&lt;br /&gt;com as cores de uma paixão não revelada;&lt;br /&gt;Mas que ficará sempre tatuada&lt;br /&gt;Em um coração que clama por ti,&lt;br /&gt;E só quer a ti. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;ASL&lt;br /&gt;04/05/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-141915328908593960?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/141915328908593960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/141915328908593960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/05/poetando-em-ti-usando-tintas-e-pinceis.html' title='Poetando em ti'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sf-mW9xpdDI/AAAAAAAAApk/wvl_hPdRz9o/s72-c/tagap%C3%B3sobanho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-1777987422133314615</id><published>2009-04-30T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T16:53:38.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vem...por  S. Holtz &amp; Vem comigo? por Lina Seabra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sfo5-0XW6iI/AAAAAAAAAng/-NTufXwmXv4/s1600-h/Vem+comigo...jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 354px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sfo5-0XW6iI/AAAAAAAAAng/-NTufXwmXv4/s400/Vem+comigo...jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330636860317690402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S. Holtz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... e no jardim da minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;qual borboleta, tu chegaste!&lt;br /&gt;Sem convite, sem pedir guarida,&lt;br /&gt;em todas as flores, tu pousaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A partir daquele instante,&lt;br /&gt;tudo em mim modificou... &lt;br /&gt;Por teu bailado esvoaçante,&lt;br /&gt;até meu coração balançou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais perfumes e matizes, &lt;br /&gt;nelas, eu pude então notar,&lt;br /&gt;hoje vivo dias felizes &lt;br /&gt;e fico só... a te esperar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S. Holtz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Vem comigo?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;L. Seabra&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Vem......&lt;br /&gt;Dançaremos juntos os bailes da vida.&lt;br /&gt;O que nos espera?&lt;br /&gt;Não importa!&lt;br /&gt;Apenas que estaremos nós dois.&lt;br /&gt;Numa dança única.&lt;br /&gt;Bailando na cadência do amor&lt;br /&gt;Enfrentaremos tempestades e adversidades.&lt;br /&gt;Mas se o amor estiver conosco.&lt;br /&gt;Nossos passos serão harmoniosos.&lt;br /&gt;De nossas bocas só sairão&lt;br /&gt;Os sons que antes não podemos falar;&lt;br /&gt;Para o mundo não escutar;&lt;br /&gt;As palavras de amor pronunciadas ao luar&lt;br /&gt;Vem?&lt;br /&gt;Vem comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Estarei sempre a esperar-te....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;ASL&lt;br /&gt;06/04/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-1777987422133314615?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/1777987422133314615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/1777987422133314615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/04/vempor-s-holtz-vem-comigo-por-lina.html' title='Vem...por  S. Holtz &amp; Vem comigo? por Lina Seabra'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sfo5-0XW6iI/AAAAAAAAAng/-NTufXwmXv4/s72-c/Vem+comigo...jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-240650020541564887</id><published>2009-04-30T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T16:51:06.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Teu Adeus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sfo5VA2gXPI/AAAAAAAAAnY/VLpQKELNFk0/s1600-h/tagrosae+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+partido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 367px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sfo5VA2gXPI/AAAAAAAAAnY/VLpQKELNFk0/s400/tagrosae+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+partido.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330636142115052786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração  ficou em pedaços&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando vi o teu adeus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a rosa que me destes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ainda está viva no meu jardim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;à espera de um doce néctar... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do "sim" que um dia dirás à mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou por entre rosas, dálias e jasmins, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te vejo através do vôo dos colibris &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que pousam aqui e ali , delicadamente... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejando que sejam tuas mãos em mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim vou levando a vida, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;procurando consertar meu coração; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que um dia foi partido por um aceno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficou  a visão de tuas mãos a balançar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu não queria me afastar dali!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejei ficar junto a ti...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e só amar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar e Amar !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;ASL&lt;br /&gt;28.04.2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-240650020541564887?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/240650020541564887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/240650020541564887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-teu-adeus.html' title='O Teu Adeus'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sfo5VA2gXPI/AAAAAAAAAnY/VLpQKELNFk0/s72-c/tagrosae+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+partido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-6733307347207889906</id><published>2009-04-24T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T19:22:13.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Netos-Acróstico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SfJzvdL2OyI/AAAAAAAAAm4/JNf57-VS5EA/s1600-h/TOP+NETOS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 137px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SfJzvdL2OyI/AAAAAAAAAm4/JNf57-VS5EA/s400/TOP+NETOS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328448568258083618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N eles consigo a energia para meu viver.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;E nsinam-me, divertem-me e aprendo coisas novas a cada dia.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;T inha esquecido que já fui criança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O lho para eles hoje e lembro-me dos pais pequeninos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S ão lindas lembranças, legados e novas esperanças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23/04/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-6733307347207889906?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/6733307347207889906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/6733307347207889906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/04/netos-acrostico.html' title='Netos-Acróstico'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SfJzvdL2OyI/AAAAAAAAAm4/JNf57-VS5EA/s72-c/TOP+NETOS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-6346850041659308265</id><published>2009-04-24T16:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T16:43:19.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entre os girassóis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SiW5Cz-RjLI/AAAAAAAAAwE/L4NiiKVDVng/s1600-h/slide0003_image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SiW5Cz-RjLI/AAAAAAAAAwE/L4NiiKVDVng/s400/slide0003_image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342879990907243698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre os girassóis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensação de felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Coloridos de verdade.&lt;br /&gt;E um céu azul como o anil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você chegando faceiro&lt;br /&gt;como um menino arteiro&lt;br /&gt;roubando de mim, beijos mil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu a correr entre os girassóis,&lt;br /&gt;brincando de esconde-esconde,&lt;br /&gt;mas aparecendo sempre,&lt;br /&gt;para de ti ganhar presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a vida fosse um arco-íris,&lt;br /&gt;e as cores se misturassem aos amores,&lt;br /&gt;deles provaríamos todos os sabores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só queria o teu beijo roubado&lt;br /&gt;entre os lindos girassóis ;&lt;br /&gt;Nosso amor assim estaria,&lt;br /&gt;como sempre sonhei um dia.&lt;br /&gt;De lá jamais sairia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só para tê-lo sempre em meus braços,&lt;br /&gt;correndo iguais anjos alados.&lt;br /&gt;Entre àqueles jardins encantados,&lt;br /&gt;como dois grandes apaixonados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;ASL&lt;br /&gt;23/04/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-6346850041659308265?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/feeds/6346850041659308265/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/04/entre-os-girassois.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/6346850041659308265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/6346850041659308265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/04/entre-os-girassois.html' title='Entre os girassóis'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SiW5Cz-RjLI/AAAAAAAAAwE/L4NiiKVDVng/s72-c/slide0003_image005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-1674804808663096293</id><published>2009-04-22T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T18:55:05.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo tem um propósito.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Se_J61FBrdI/AAAAAAAAAl4/jkIHrv-8q40/s1600-h/BACK+DO+TEXTO1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Se_J61FBrdI/AAAAAAAAAl4/jkIHrv-8q40/s400/BACK+DO+TEXTO1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327698896720342482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo tem um propósito.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Há dias de sol e dias que chove a cântaros.&lt;br /&gt; É sempre assim.&lt;br /&gt;Nós nunca estamos satisfeitos, quando as coisas acontecem fora do nosso querer.&lt;br /&gt;As estações do ano, não são sintonizadas com nosso eu interior.&lt;br /&gt; Devemos procurar sempre  uma maneira de coordenar os desejos interiores com o tempo. &lt;br /&gt;Faça chuva ou faça sol, devemos alegrar-nos.&lt;br /&gt;E deixar-nos envolver pela magia das estações.&lt;br /&gt;O Pai celestial envia-nos recados sutis, mesmo através das gotas de orvalho que aparecem sobre as flores que desabrocham lindas e maravilhosas, esperando o nascer do sol e o pouso das abelhas, colibris e beija-flores, para delas retirar o néctar e o pólen, que irão semear e dar nova vida a outros lugares onde andam os viajantes que se encantam ao apreciar as lindas paisagens e assim continuar sua caminhada terrena.&lt;br /&gt;Desta maneira, a vida se renova a cada dia, começando pelos pequeninos seres que estão sob a terra, preparando-a para receber a nova semente que irá transformar-se em uma nova planta. &lt;br /&gt;Ao mesmo tempo, ao olhar para o alto vemos o belo trabalho dos ventos e das aves que carregam as sementes para polinizar outros lugares. &lt;br /&gt;O ciclo da vida é um eterno ir e vir.&lt;br /&gt; E nós seres humanos devemos aprender com a sapiência da natureza e do nosso Criador, que não faz nada sem um propósito definido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;ASL&lt;br /&gt;22/04/2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-1674804808663096293?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/feeds/1674804808663096293/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/04/tudo-tem-um-proposito.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/1674804808663096293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/1674804808663096293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/04/tudo-tem-um-proposito.html' title='Tudo tem um propósito.'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Se_J61FBrdI/AAAAAAAAAl4/jkIHrv-8q40/s72-c/BACK+DO+TEXTO1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-1768895470062191844</id><published>2009-04-19T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T09:45:13.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mãe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SgBtDq-_W2I/AAAAAAAAAp8/3JiCegW6D8s/s1600-h/Aula+32-+Tag+Layers+simples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SgBtDq-_W2I/AAAAAAAAAp8/3JiCegW6D8s/s400/Aula+32-+Tag+Layers+simples.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332381868652190562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mãe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando lembramos na infância&lt;br /&gt;Que a tinhámos ao nosso lado&lt;br /&gt;Caminhando conosco até a maturidade&lt;br /&gt;Hoje nos dá uma fisgada de saudades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São tantas recordações&lt;br /&gt;Das fases das nossas vidas&lt;br /&gt;Que estivestes junto a nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São lembranças repartidas&lt;br /&gt;Pelos filhos que gerastes&lt;br /&gt;E os netos que ganhastes&lt;br /&gt;Alegrando e nos dando felicidades!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje onde estiveres,&lt;br /&gt;Olha pelos teus filhos, netos.&lt;br /&gt;E os bisnetos que hoje te olham&lt;br /&gt;apenas  na  imagem  de um porta-retrato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre a amaremos&lt;br /&gt;E contigo estaremos&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que nos separe&lt;br /&gt;Um espaço entre a terra e o céu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;ASL&lt;br /&gt;19/04/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-1768895470062191844?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/feeds/1768895470062191844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/04/mae.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/1768895470062191844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/1768895470062191844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/04/mae.html' title='Mãe!'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SgBtDq-_W2I/AAAAAAAAAp8/3JiCegW6D8s/s72-c/Aula+32-+Tag+Layers+simples.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-2626464691201355827</id><published>2009-04-19T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T08:58:24.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dor do Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SeshnmisedI/AAAAAAAAAks/jFzwBlmCbo0/s1600-h/19.04.09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 156px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SeshnmisedI/AAAAAAAAAks/jFzwBlmCbo0/s400/19.04.09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326387948540426706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dor do Amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este grito que me dói à alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e que me torna assim tão calma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando não posso reagir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é o grito a sondar o infinito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;à procura do meu amor por ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A busca é insana mas consciente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de que os apelos são indolentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pois não respondes ao meu clamor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e assim vou levando a vida....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperando que captes a mensagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de quem viveu amando um ser inclemente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sem atender aos apelos ardentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de um amor que foi teu somente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de tudo que sonhei um dia, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o meu amor estará sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no interior do meu ser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele brada aos sete ventos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na busca do teu querer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19/04/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-2626464691201355827?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/feeds/2626464691201355827/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/04/dor-do-amor-este-grito-que-me-doi-alma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/2626464691201355827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/2626464691201355827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/04/dor-do-amor-este-grito-que-me-doi-alma.html' title='Dor do Amor'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SeshnmisedI/AAAAAAAAAks/jFzwBlmCbo0/s72-c/19.04.09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-3500935978406461464</id><published>2009-04-16T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T19:03:26.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entre as Letras e o vôo das borboletas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sefis66xvAI/AAAAAAAAAkM/MBq601wFteM/s1600-h/tag57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 347px; height: 376px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sefis66xvAI/AAAAAAAAAkM/MBq601wFteM/s400/tag57.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325474345746807810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Entre as Letras&lt;br /&gt;e o vôo das borboletas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;L ibertei os meus medos.&lt;br /&gt;I ndo em busca do desconhecido.&lt;br /&gt;N aveguei pelo mundo virtual;&lt;br /&gt;A chando que poetar seria fácil.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;S egui o impulso inicial.&lt;br /&gt;E spaldada por um amigo real!&lt;br /&gt;A ssim comecei meus escritos.&lt;br /&gt;B urilando as idéias, para não assustar as pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;R ecebi incentivos e elogios e até gostei.&lt;br /&gt;A mei o que aqui comecei. Brincando por aqui fiquei.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;L ego a vocês um pouco do que estava guardado.&lt;br /&gt;A ssim espero não desapontá-los.&lt;br /&gt;G anhei amigos e pretendo preservá-los.&lt;br /&gt;O s poemas? Estes voam como as borboletas, pelo mundo!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra &lt;br /&gt;Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 16/04/2009&lt;br /&gt;Código do texto: T1543413&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-3500935978406461464?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/feeds/3500935978406461464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/04/entre-as-letras-e-o-voo-das-borboletas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/3500935978406461464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/3500935978406461464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/04/entre-as-letras-e-o-voo-das-borboletas.html' title='Entre as Letras e o vôo das borboletas!'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sefis66xvAI/AAAAAAAAAkM/MBq601wFteM/s72-c/tag57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-9019697086846518605</id><published>2009-04-14T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:25:21.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O poema que não escrevi.!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SeUbGc8u3AI/AAAAAAAAAkE/A-5GPh6XkAw/s1600-h/tagborboleta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 387px; height: 368px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SeUbGc8u3AI/AAAAAAAAAkE/A-5GPh6XkAw/s400/tagborboleta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324691932099566594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O poema que não escrevi.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hoje queria escrever.&lt;br /&gt;Um poema lindo pra você&lt;br /&gt;E só o que vinha na memória&lt;br /&gt;Eram os lindos momentos vividos&lt;br /&gt;E contigo repartidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Então falei para mim...&lt;br /&gt;Para que palavras escritas;&lt;br /&gt;Se elas estão esculpidas;&lt;br /&gt;No coração que para mim entregastes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As palavras?&lt;br /&gt;Essas ficarão guardadas.&lt;br /&gt;E se quero recordá-las.&lt;br /&gt;Ligo o coração na estação certa.&lt;br /&gt;E ouço tuas palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Iguais a melodias feitas para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Lembro de todas.&lt;br /&gt;Princípio, meio e fim...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14/04/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-9019697086846518605?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/feeds/9019697086846518605/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-poema-que-nao-escrevi.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/9019697086846518605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/9019697086846518605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-poema-que-nao-escrevi.html' title='O poema que não escrevi.!'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SeUbGc8u3AI/AAAAAAAAAkE/A-5GPh6XkAw/s72-c/tagborboleta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-549801277941489311</id><published>2009-04-13T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:28:13.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acordes da vida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SeOuXrFVwaI/AAAAAAAAAjw/UUOoEvhxqaA/s1600-h/aula17-tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SeOuXrFVwaI/AAAAAAAAAjw/UUOoEvhxqaA/s400/aula17-tag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324290906207404450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Acordes da vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na cadência da vida, como uma música;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existem pausas intercaladas;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Calar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que possamos assimilar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As perdas e ganhos adquiridos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao longo do caminho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo acontece em um compasso harmonioso;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que a vida possa seguir seu caminho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nós podermos entre uma pausa e outra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixar o coração pensar com a emoção &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a nossa razão agir com ponderação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13/04/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-549801277941489311?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/feeds/549801277941489311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/04/acordes-da-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/549801277941489311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/549801277941489311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/04/acordes-da-vida.html' title='Acordes da vida!'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SeOuXrFVwaI/AAAAAAAAAjw/UUOoEvhxqaA/s72-c/aula17-tag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-8166059896669244547</id><published>2009-04-12T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:28:53.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tua falta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SeKl1c3c3-I/AAAAAAAAAi8/Jdb23xjTk2M/s1600-h/Image3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SeKl1c3c3-I/AAAAAAAAAi8/Jdb23xjTk2M/s400/Image3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324000047205769186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua falta!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É escrevendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sinto o quanto me fazes falta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela se dá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na mudança das estações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja inverno ou verão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outono ou primavera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua falta é tão marcante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que coloco a mão no coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A caneta na mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o pensamento!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos acordes de nossa canção...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não atenderes este apelo que vos faço!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrever para mim será apenas mais um desabafo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12/04/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-8166059896669244547?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/feeds/8166059896669244547/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/04/tua-falta-e-escrevendo-que-sinto-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/8166059896669244547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/8166059896669244547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/04/tua-falta-e-escrevendo-que-sinto-o.html' title='Tua falta!'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SeKl1c3c3-I/AAAAAAAAAi8/Jdb23xjTk2M/s72-c/Image3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-8701351846151823098</id><published>2009-04-06T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T07:19:55.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vem comigo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SdoPM2frN8I/AAAAAAAAAiE/2VPt0KYjbHE/s1600-h/Vem+comigo...jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 354px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SdoPM2frN8I/AAAAAAAAAiE/2VPt0KYjbHE/s400/Vem+comigo...jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321582623152879554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vem......&lt;br /&gt;Dançaremos juntos os bailes da vida.&lt;br /&gt;O que nos espera?&lt;br /&gt;Não importa!&lt;br /&gt;Apenas que estaremos nós dois.&lt;br /&gt;Numa dança única.&lt;br /&gt;Bailando na cadência do amor&lt;br /&gt;Enfrentaremos tempestades e adversidades.&lt;br /&gt;Mas se o amor estiver conosco.&lt;br /&gt;Nossos passos serão harmoniosos.&lt;br /&gt;De nossas bocas só sairão&lt;br /&gt;Os sons que antes não podemos falar;&lt;br /&gt;Para o mundo não escutar;&lt;br /&gt;As palavras de amor pronunciadas ao luar&lt;br /&gt;Vem?&lt;br /&gt;Vem comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Estarei sempre a esperar-te....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;ASL&lt;br /&gt;06/04/2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-8701351846151823098?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/feeds/8701351846151823098/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/04/vem-comigo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/8701351846151823098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/8701351846151823098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/04/vem-comigo.html' title='Vem comigo?'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/SdoPM2frN8I/AAAAAAAAAiE/2VPt0KYjbHE/s72-c/Vem+comigo...jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043970331695623011.post-3040116547613338064</id><published>2009-04-05T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T18:47:55.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ele ou Eu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sdle9kgLaoI/AAAAAAAAAhw/K8oDPqwO7Vg/s1600-h/tag+ou+ele+ou+eu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 388px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sdle9kgLaoI/AAAAAAAAAhw/K8oDPqwO7Vg/s400/tag+ou+ele+ou+eu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321388846578625154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele ou Eu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhando o arco-íris, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lembrei-me do teu doce olhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nas dores vividas por nós;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendemos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que somos simples mortais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para superá-las;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plantei rosas e jasmins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A paz interior então se deu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como no ir e vir das ondas do mar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O equilíbrio da vida aconteceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosso amor então adormeceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O destino é que dará o veredicto final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renascerá ele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou morrerei eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Seabra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05/04/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; http://www.linaseabra.prosaeverso.net/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043970331695623011-3040116547613338064?l=meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/feeds/3040116547613338064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/04/ele-ou-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/3040116547613338064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043970331695623011/posts/default/3040116547613338064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meuspoemasetextos.blogspot.com/2009/04/ele-ou-eu.html' title='Ele ou Eu!'/><author><name>Lina Seabra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339679988516401975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdNgfo0v0BY/Tji_QzpRiUI/AAAAAAAABMs/0IAy_qtopmA/s220/Passeio%2Ba%2BBuenos%2BAires%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncvwEeKnFgA/Sdle9kgLaoI/AAAAAAAAAhw/K8oDPqwO7Vg/s72-c/tag+ou+ele+ou+eu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
