<?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-18478077</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:12:07.132+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Asasdefalcao</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asasdefalcao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18478077/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asasdefalcao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Falcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03954380555239180920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/320/10-12-05_2153.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18478077.post-114765311916437174</id><published>2006-05-15T01:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T01:37:54.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/1600/3amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/320/3amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontrar-te…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdida em buscas vãs, achei-me presa em velhas teias. Habitante de labirintos de alheação!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como os dias eram todos iguais! Eu não passava de um autómato de vontades exteriores,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movida por forças inexplicáveis, fui conduzida a um lugar inatingível pela dor! Entorpecida num estádio de letargia, refugiada na comodidade de não sentir! Esvaziada e infértil de afectos remei num mar de solidão! Sem tristezas, nem alegrias subsistia apenas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia em que atrevi ser mais audaciosa. No dia em que enfrentei aquilo e aqueles que me balizavam! Libertei-me das amarras….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mergulhei num oceano profundo! Estremeci de temor porque julgava não saber nadar! Faltou-me o ar e o chão triste mas seguro foi me retirado sob os pés! Frio nas entranhas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agarrei-me a ti! Fiei pela primeira vez! Desembarquei no porto seguro dos teus braços! Aninhei-me em teu corpo feito ilha! Deixei-te povoar meus sonhos! Explosão de cor, sinfonia de sabores: RENASCI! Júbilo, padecimento, deleite, desagrado, aconchego, desassossego mas vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale mil vezes viver!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18478077-114765311916437174?l=asasdefalcao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asasdefalcao.blogspot.com/feeds/114765311916437174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18478077&amp;postID=114765311916437174' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18478077/posts/default/114765311916437174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18478077/posts/default/114765311916437174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asasdefalcao.blogspot.com/2006/05/encontrar-te-perdida-em-buscas-vs.html' title=''/><author><name>Falcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03954380555239180920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/320/10-12-05_2153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18478077.post-114652480589598659</id><published>2006-05-01T23:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T00:20:22.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/1600/73.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 2px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px" height="29" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/320/73.jpg" width="12" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/1600/73.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" height="287" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/320/73.jpg" width="387" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Abraçando a tua ausência”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/1600/73.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É na solidão da noite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o olhar vaga incerto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que me descubro em teu destino...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É no silêncio da madrugada insone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando nada mais me chama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que meu corpo te pronuncia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E meu coração confidencia a tua falta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É no deambular do pensamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a minha saudade regressa a ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E despido de todos os segredos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo abraça a tua ausência...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É no suspiro do amor que fulge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meneio do desejo, sem qualquer receio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na nudez de confessar-te tua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que meu olhar te oferece ao meu sonho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernanda Guimarães &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18478077-114652480589598659?l=asasdefalcao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asasdefalcao.blogspot.com/feeds/114652480589598659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18478077&amp;postID=114652480589598659' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18478077/posts/default/114652480589598659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18478077/posts/default/114652480589598659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asasdefalcao.blogspot.com/2006/05/abraando-tua-ausncia-na-solido-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Falcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03954380555239180920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/320/10-12-05_2153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18478077.post-114574063964322270</id><published>2006-04-22T22:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T22:23:58.926+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/1600/solidao.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="185" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/320/solidao.1.jpg" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/1600/solidao.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 4px" height="189" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/320/solidao.0.jpg" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eis-me&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/1600/solidao.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 3px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 3px" height="22" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/320/solidao.0.jpg" width="3" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/1600/solidao.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 2px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 4px" height="192" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/320/solidao.0.jpg" width="109" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis-me&lt;br /&gt;Tendo-me despido de todos os meus mantos&lt;br /&gt;Tendo-me separado de adivinhos mágicos e deuses&lt;br /&gt;Para ficar sozinha ante o silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Ante o silêncio e o esplendor da tua face&lt;br /&gt;Mas tu és de todos o ausente o ausente&lt;br /&gt;Nem o teu ombro me nem a tua mão me toca&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração desce as escadas do tempo&lt;br /&gt;(em que não moras)&lt;br /&gt;E o teu encontro&lt;br /&gt;São planícies e planícies de silêncio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escura é a noite&lt;br /&gt;Escura e transparente&lt;br /&gt;Mas o teu rosto está para além do tempo opaco&lt;br /&gt;E eu não habito os jardins do teu silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Porque tu és de todos os ausentes o ausente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18478077-114574063964322270?l=asasdefalcao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asasdefalcao.blogspot.com/feeds/114574063964322270/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18478077&amp;postID=114574063964322270' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18478077/posts/default/114574063964322270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18478077/posts/default/114574063964322270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asasdefalcao.blogspot.com/2006/04/eis-me-eis-me-tendo-me-despido-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Falcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03954380555239180920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/320/10-12-05_2153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18478077.post-114262361121439876</id><published>2006-03-17T18:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-18T17:37:51.996Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/1600/laproa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" height="170" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/320/laproa.jpg" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/1600/laproa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/1600/laproa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/1600/laproa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/1600/laproa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px" height="64" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/320/laproa.jpg" width="122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/1600/laproa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/1600/laproa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/1600/laproa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/1600/laproa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/1600/laproa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 41px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 38px" height="120" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/320/laproa.jpg" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sem chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É curioso como de um momento para o outro parece que nos falta o chão para pisar! Como por artes sinistras o tapete foi puxado e resta a desordem, o caos! Como deixámos as coisas tomar os rumos que tomaram? Bastou apenas esqueçermos de pensar breves segundos e tudo tornou-se pesado e sombrio! Esqueçemos quem somos realmente! Nesses momentos tenebrosos deparámos que voltámos à estaca zero! Ainda não estavámos prontos para estar onde estávamos! Tinhamos de nos refazer, reconstrir e voltar a tomar a vida em mãos! Perdidos é fundamental respirar erguer a cabeça! Não deixar a ironia ficar-se a rir sozinha! Rir com ela e olhar em frente! É mesmo verdade que o que não mata torna mais forte! Difícil é acreditar quando só olhámos o abismo e não o horizonte! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18478077-114262361121439876?l=asasdefalcao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asasdefalcao.blogspot.com/feeds/114262361121439876/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18478077&amp;postID=114262361121439876' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18478077/posts/default/114262361121439876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18478077/posts/default/114262361121439876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asasdefalcao.blogspot.com/2006/03/sem-cho-curioso-como-de-um-momento.html' title=''/><author><name>Falcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03954380555239180920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/320/10-12-05_2153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18478077.post-114132496844510579</id><published>2006-03-02T18:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-02T18:42:48.463Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/1600/por-d-sol2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/320/por-d-sol2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raios de Esperança&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o meu sol interior brilhou! Embora o tempo estivesse sombrio e pouco convidativo lá fora! Varreram-se as escuras núvens que me cegavam. Nao conseguia ver a não ser o lado negro de tudo o que me orbitava porque rejeitava a luz! Quem sou eu para críticar quem quer que seja? Não estaria eu apenas a projectar nos outros os meus medos e inseguranças? Apenas captava o lado negativo do meu universo porque ainda existiam (ou existem) muitos buracos negros no meu espirito. Tento neste momento preencher os vazios e pegar o meu destino em mãos. Tenho ainda muito trabalho a fazer em relação a mim embora ingénua achasse que não! Hoje senti partículas de esperânça no ar inalei-as com força! Espero poder construir um novo reino com alas de compreensão, respeito, aceitação e amor! Que esta tempestada não necessite mais de falsos abrigos! Que passe a povoar um porto seguro onde viva momentos iluminados e quentes!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18478077-114132496844510579?l=asasdefalcao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asasdefalcao.blogspot.com/feeds/114132496844510579/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18478077&amp;postID=114132496844510579' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18478077/posts/default/114132496844510579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18478077/posts/default/114132496844510579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asasdefalcao.blogspot.com/2006/03/raios-de-esperana-hoje-o-meu-sol.html' title=''/><author><name>Falcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03954380555239180920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/320/10-12-05_2153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18478077.post-113132612718117868</id><published>2005-11-07T01:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:18:17.826Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/1600/flight2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/400/flight2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tempo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Nas asas de outro tempo voei para terras de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei o lado mais escuro do meu ser!&lt;br /&gt;Enterrei mortos e limpei velhas feridas com o bálsamo da paciência.&lt;br /&gt;Escutei gritos de dor abafados, sufocados pela conveniência de outros que não eu!&lt;br /&gt;Suspensa nesse ermitério vivi outras vidas que não a minha.&lt;br /&gt;Vivi dramas, desamores e abandonos mas não vivi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui estou pássaro renascido!&lt;br /&gt;Reencarnado nas asas de um novo tempo pronta a mergulhar na plenitude!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18478077-113132612718117868?l=asasdefalcao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asasdefalcao.blogspot.com/feeds/113132612718117868/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18478077&amp;postID=113132612718117868' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18478077/posts/default/113132612718117868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18478077/posts/default/113132612718117868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asasdefalcao.blogspot.com/2005/11/tempo-nas-asas-de-outro-tempo-voei.html' title=''/><author><name>Falcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03954380555239180920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/320/10-12-05_2153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18478077.post-113085390320452239</id><published>2005-11-01T13:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-01T14:09:09.956Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/1600/pico%20meu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/320/pico%20meu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pico &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Imenso torrão de magnéticas forças telúricas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Braços que acalmam a revolta de não sentir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Presença que apaziguou em mim a saudade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Montanha que lembra minha pequenez,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ilha que recorda a solidão da caminhada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Necessito de ti! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Entranhaste-me as veias com o teu magma vivo debaixo da superfície.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sou tua porque fui escolhida e não escolhi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por mais que tento escapar voltar a ti é voltar a casa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É comunhão com a esmagadora natureza da tua magnitude,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Humildade de aceitar a minha dimensão de poeira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18478077-113085390320452239?l=asasdefalcao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asasdefalcao.blogspot.com/feeds/113085390320452239/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18478077&amp;postID=113085390320452239' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18478077/posts/default/113085390320452239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18478077/posts/default/113085390320452239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asasdefalcao.blogspot.com/2005/11/pico-imenso-torro-de-magnticas-foras.html' title=''/><author><name>Falcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03954380555239180920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/320/10-12-05_2153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18478077.post-113078566438846935</id><published>2005-10-31T19:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-31T19:17:55.226Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/1600/ilusoes.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/400/ilusoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ilusões:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fragmentos brilhantes e coloridos de impossibilidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quimeras construídas com matérias primas entranhadas de fragilidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos traídos sabotados pelo real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18478077-113078566438846935?l=asasdefalcao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asasdefalcao.blogspot.com/feeds/113078566438846935/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18478077&amp;postID=113078566438846935' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18478077/posts/default/113078566438846935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18478077/posts/default/113078566438846935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asasdefalcao.blogspot.com/2005/10/iluses-fragmentos-brilhantes-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Falcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03954380555239180920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/320/10-12-05_2153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18478077.post-113072979388522146</id><published>2005-10-31T03:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-01T19:27:06.776Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/1600/prisoes1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" height="261" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/320/prisoes1.jpg" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Corpo meu feito de ausências&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Na aurora do existir códigos eram decifrados com mestria banal. A singeleza assumida como bela flor despretensiosa conduzia ao pleno viver da emoção. Na idade do ouro, as máscaras supérfluas eram desnecessárias e o sentimento fluía de espírito em espírito como água cristalina a rodopiar até ao mar. As almas de chakras abertos potenciavam uma sinfonia de sintonias e prazer! Neste tempo idílico, os espíritos reconheciam-se pelas áureas brilhantes e formavam alianças inabaláveis. Tudo era simples, tudo perene e tudo orquestrado harmoniosamente. Certo dia, a paz reinante foi derrubada! As almas adoeceram de incuráveis mazelas. De brilho ofuscado deixaram de se reconhecer e foram devotadas a asilos de solidão. Neste tempo de malogro os silêncios preenchem o vazio onde ecoavam poderosas partituras. As máscaras, as armaduras e muralhas são as únicas armas para quem ousa sentir! Nada é fácil, nada perene e tudo musicado de funestas marchas! Viver para além das aparências tornou-se uma tarefa guerreira mas sem reconhecimento. Envio sinais de fogo mas ninguém sabe o que significam! Talvez o fumo fique preso dentro das muralhas da minha prisão. Ao longe avistei uma ou outra alma perdida mas foram miragens neste deserto de sentir. Matei a sede em pequenos oásis que foram secando comigo por dentro! Olho meu corpo construído de ausências que murcha como fruto maduro que não foi colhido! Que doce poderia ter sido em comunhão. Que perfumada possibilidade de voluptuosa partilha. Sou ilha envolta num mar tempestuoso de desencontros, impossibilidades, partidas e mal-entendidos! Alma minha feita de ausências que apodrece a cada desilusão o que foi feito do teu alento, da tua coragem? Quem te perdeu antes de te vislumbrar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18478077-113072979388522146?l=asasdefalcao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asasdefalcao.blogspot.com/feeds/113072979388522146/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18478077&amp;postID=113072979388522146' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18478077/posts/default/113072979388522146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18478077/posts/default/113072979388522146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asasdefalcao.blogspot.com/2005/10/corpo-meu-feito-de-ausncias-na-aurora_31.html' title=''/><author><name>Falcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03954380555239180920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4369/1809/320/10-12-05_2153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
