<?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-8496945219260915451</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:00:15.432-08:00</updated><category term='Paciência'/><category term='estrela'/><category term='fênix'/><category term='alinhavo'/><category term='estátua'/><category term='isca'/><category term='saudade'/><category term='pássaro'/><category term='encantada'/><category term='solidão.'/><category term='entrega.'/><category term='abismo'/><category term='labirinto'/><category term='veredas'/><category term='rosa'/><category term='Feitiço'/><category term='primavera'/><category term='lenda'/><category term='companheiros'/><category term='guilhotina'/><category term='dilema'/><category term='testamento'/><category term='estradas'/><category term='coração'/><category term='João Sonhador.'/><category term='separação.'/><category term='ninho'/><category term='duplicidade'/><category term='pescador'/><category term='insônia.'/><category term='palavras'/><title type='text'>Pelo Estreito Corredor do Tempo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>364</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-4236241390027838615</id><published>2012-01-13T06:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T06:22:40.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOITE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;A saudade me tolda&lt;br /&gt; e para espantar o breu&lt;br /&gt; abro a janela da esperança&lt;br /&gt; que a noite longa escondeu.&lt;br /&gt; Sulcos noturnos me molham&lt;br /&gt; ninbam os meus olhos ateus.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; O tempo come as molduras&lt;br /&gt; da tua imagem bordada&lt;br /&gt; na parede da lembrança&lt;br /&gt; dissoluta madrugada.&lt;br /&gt; O pensamento divaga&lt;br /&gt; sonha uma vida apaziguada.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; MARILIA ABDUANI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-4236241390027838615?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/4236241390027838615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2012/01/noite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/4236241390027838615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/4236241390027838615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2012/01/noite.html' title='NOITE'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-4720647735995431011</id><published>2011-12-12T02:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T02:17:04.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GUARDIÃ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #3b5998;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="storyInnerContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_MED_Content"&gt;&lt;div class="mainWrapper"&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt; &lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" id="id_4ee5d42d1cd5e3426650931"&gt;GUARDIÃ&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Hipnógenos olhos de labaredas&lt;br /&gt; pairam sobre o céu de cinza&lt;br /&gt; e cobrem a terra e o mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; Anjos de asas quebradas&lt;br /&gt; são os sonhos de agora&lt;br /&gt; na vastidão do mundo.&lt;br /&gt; Procuro dentro da eterna noite&lt;br /&gt; as estrelas que douram a alma e colorem as flores.&lt;br /&gt; A Lua guardiã conduz os passos da madrugada&lt;br /&gt; e escrevem lendas.&lt;br /&gt; Quisera eu segurar a mão da alegria&lt;br /&gt; e, com as pontas dos dedos, &lt;br /&gt; tocar em mim mesma o mais íntimo sentimento.&lt;br /&gt; Quisera criar a rima mais rara,&lt;br /&gt; a canção mais exata, nos sustenidos da memória.&lt;br /&gt; Quisera em minha vida a  sensualidade da rosa, &lt;br /&gt; a cumplicidade das borboletas,&lt;br /&gt; o ofício das abelhas que beijam as flores e devolvem o mel.&lt;br /&gt; Assim, da cascata da manhã,&lt;br /&gt; eu, cúmplice da vida,&lt;br /&gt; renovadamante sentiria o pulsar das veias,&lt;br /&gt; descansaria no colo da minha mãe&lt;br /&gt; e renasceria do ventre da paz.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Marilia &lt;span style="color: #3b5998;"&gt;Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-4720647735995431011?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/4720647735995431011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/12/guardia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/4720647735995431011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/4720647735995431011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/12/guardia.html' title='GUARDIÃ'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-797690388643360962</id><published>2011-12-12T02:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T02:14:48.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/l7FblSCb0D8"&gt;http://youtu.be/l7FblSCb0D8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-797690388643360962?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/797690388643360962/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/12/httpyoutu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/797690388643360962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/797690388643360962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/12/httpyoutu.html' title=''/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-7420092751405259276</id><published>2011-12-10T17:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T17:55:51.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DESENCANTO</title><content type='html'>O pranto comeu as lembranças&lt;br /&gt;o vento varreu a beleza.&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio é estrela cadente&lt;br /&gt;nos braços da correnteza.&lt;br /&gt;Meu choro de água quente&lt;br /&gt;buscando em tua nascente&lt;br /&gt;desencantar a tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descanso os olhos cansados&lt;br /&gt;na luz etérea do vento.&lt;br /&gt;Liberto os medos guardados&lt;br /&gt;no bojo do pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;Um coração de menino&lt;br /&gt;num corpo já sem destino,&lt;br /&gt;no gelo do esquecimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Resta um suspiro profundo&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ante o desejo infecundo&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;do gozo sem sofrimento. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARILIA ABDUANI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-7420092751405259276?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/7420092751405259276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/12/desencanto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/7420092751405259276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/7420092751405259276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/12/desencanto.html' title='DESENCANTO'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-6633401614314981678</id><published>2011-12-10T17:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T17:31:41.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMBRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui ferida por mim mesma&lt;br /&gt;num instante de loucura.&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo perdeu a vigília&lt;br /&gt;da minha emoção mais pura.&lt;br /&gt;Cacos de vidro nos olhos,&lt;br /&gt;estilhaços em meu dia.&lt;br /&gt;A fúria de quem não sente&lt;br /&gt;o beijo da calmaria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiz de mim o meu algoz,&lt;br /&gt;o peito vivo,fremente.&lt;br /&gt;A boca seca, sem beijos,&lt;br /&gt;a ansiedade demente.&lt;br /&gt;Meus ossos esbranquiçados&lt;br /&gt;nem sentem frio ou saudade.&lt;br /&gt;Eu enfrento garras e dentes.&lt;br /&gt;Me falta qualquer coragem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o meu próprio inimigo,&lt;br /&gt;a alma turva, cansada.&lt;br /&gt;Solidão é o meu castigo,&lt;br /&gt;meu pranto é luz apagada.&lt;br /&gt;O abraço sem esperança,&lt;br /&gt;memória fraca e cansada.&lt;br /&gt;Passos inertes, sem dança,&lt;br /&gt;Sou quase sombra. Mais nada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-6633401614314981678?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/6633401614314981678/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/12/sombra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/6633401614314981678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/6633401614314981678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/12/sombra.html' title='SOMBRA'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-1011884673077075335</id><published>2011-12-08T13:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T13:09:25.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>novo dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;SERENO DOCE NA ESPERA&lt;br /&gt;DA VINDA DE UM NOVO DIA.&lt;br /&gt;RENOVADA A PRIMAVERA&lt;br /&gt;EM FLORES SE ANUNCIA.&lt;br /&gt;O SOL PREGUIÇOSO ESPREITA&lt;br /&gt;O VERDE QUE SE DERRAMA.&lt;br /&gt;A FLAUTA DOCE DO VENTO&lt;br /&gt;É O SOPRO DE QUEM SE AMA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OS PASSOS DA NATUREZA&lt;br /&gt;CAMINHAM E DEIXAM PRA TRÁS&lt;br /&gt;O TEMPO QUE VAI-SE EMBORA&lt;br /&gt;E A LUZ QUE NÃO BRILHA MAIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O FIO DE OURO E PRATA&lt;br /&gt;QUE CONDUZ A ESTRELA GUIA&lt;br /&gt;VESTE A NUDEZ DA MATA&lt;br /&gt;E TODA A MANHÃ PRINCIPIA&lt;br /&gt;VOA O MEU SONHO E ATRAVESSA&lt;br /&gt;A ESTREITA PONTE DA VIDA.&lt;br /&gt;É QUANDO O AMOR SE EMPRESTA&lt;br /&gt;E ENCHE DE LUZ A VIDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARILIA ABDUANI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-1011884673077075335?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/1011884673077075335/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/12/novo-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/1011884673077075335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/1011884673077075335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/12/novo-dia.html' title='novo dia'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-4101430976327718993</id><published>2011-12-02T18:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T18:04:40.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOLDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="storyInnerContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_MED_Content"&gt;&lt;div class="mainWrapper"&gt;&lt;div class="uiSelector inlineBlock mlm audienceSelector uiStreamHide audienceSelectorNoTruncate dynamicIconSelector uiSelectorRight uiSelectorNormal uiSelectorDynamicTooltip" id="uz14iy_20"&gt;&lt;div class="wrap"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" id="id_4ed981bb7442c3755574898"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;TOLDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Uma chuva me tolda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Bela e perecível, a noite abre os olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;e procura por uma estrela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; para espantar o breu.&lt;br /&gt; A noite é longa,mas não chega a ser triste.&lt;br /&gt; Seivoso como as gotas que desmaiam,&lt;br /&gt; o vento é carícia.&lt;br /&gt; O coração bate desarmado&lt;br /&gt; por todas as coisas que se vão na enxurrada,coisas que jamais terei.&lt;br /&gt; Deixo a chuva molhar os meus olhos,&lt;br /&gt; antídoto contra a dor de viver.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Marilia Abduan 20:59&lt;br /&gt; 02/12/2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-4101430976327718993?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-7610294699845282644</id><published>2011-12-02T17:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T17:58:15.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MINAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" id="id_4ed980b6ad70d6947148537"&gt;AVE VOA E CANTA&lt;br /&gt;NO SERTÃO DAS GERAIS&lt;br /&gt;VIVA A ALMA QUE CANTA&lt;br /&gt;SENTIMENTOS IGUAIS&lt;br /&gt;UMA LUZ DOURA O MUNDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; BORDA EM OURO O AR&lt;br /&gt; AS MONTANHAS, OS MONTES,&lt;br /&gt; ENTERNECEM O OLHAR.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; MINAS, CICLO DO SOL,&lt;br /&gt; GUARDA TODA A PAISAGEM.&lt;br /&gt; MINAS,SULCOS PROFUNDOS,&lt;br /&gt; RIMA,SOM E CORAGEM.&lt;br /&gt; MINAS SOMA OS SEUS CHEIROS&lt;br /&gt; E BORDA PALCOS EM FLOR&lt;br /&gt; É TÃO BOM SER MINEIRO&lt;br /&gt; MINAS,TERRA DE AMOR.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; MARILIA ABDUANI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-7610294699845282644?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/7610294699845282644/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/12/ave-voa-e-canta-no-sertao-das-gerais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/7610294699845282644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/7610294699845282644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/12/ave-voa-e-canta-no-sertao-das-gerais.html' title='MINAS'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-387396573069327457</id><published>2011-11-20T16:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T17:58:53.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OLHAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrego em meu lombo&lt;br /&gt;as marcas transparentes de um tempo perdido no tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Jaz em mim a esperança,&lt;br /&gt;a aliança entrelaçada do pranto&lt;br /&gt;que cantopara espanto do meu sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;Carrego a vida nas costas&lt;br /&gt;vou aonde a vista alcançar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-387396573069327457?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/387396573069327457/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/11/olharcarrego-em-meu-lomboas-marcas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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LUA ABRAÇA A NOITE,&lt;br /&gt;O VENTO ASSOBIA CANÇÕES&lt;br /&gt;ENQUANTO SUSSURRA O TEMPO.&lt;br /&gt;A PRIMAVERA DESPE O OUTONO&lt;br /&gt;E SE ENGRAVIDA DE FLORES.&lt;br /&gt;O MAR SE ENTREGA INTEIRO&lt;br /&gt;À AQUARELA DO SOL.&lt;br /&gt;e TODA A VIDA SE ENCANTA:&lt;br /&gt;MALÍCIA E SEDUÇÃO,&lt;br /&gt;DOCE SENTIMENTO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARILIA ABDUANI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-2725610199187385838?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/2725610199187385838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/10/malicia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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lua cheia&lt;br /&gt;clareiam a escuridão,&lt;br /&gt;meus braços de maré cheia&lt;br /&gt;inundam o  coração.&lt;br /&gt;A estrela do céu da boca&lt;br /&gt;reluz e só traz perdão.&lt;br /&gt;Meu sonho de ventania&lt;br /&gt;espalha amor e canção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bússola do meu passo&lt;br /&gt;indica a direção&lt;br /&gt;o fogo do meu abraço&lt;br /&gt;é o pavio da emoção.&lt;br /&gt;A saudade, em minhas veias,&lt;br /&gt;escorre, é solidão.&lt;br /&gt;Mas a esperança ponteia&lt;br /&gt;a vinda de outro verão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-2841081160769307563?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/2841081160769307563/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-2632787645762629630</id><published>2011-08-05T19:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T19:57:14.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRUTA DOCE</title><content type='html'>FRUTA DOCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mentira tem verdade&lt;br /&gt;que até a razão desconhece,&lt;br /&gt;a plena felicidade&lt;br /&gt;acende o pavio da prece.&lt;br /&gt;E a letra da nossa vida&lt;br /&gt;tem a música da ternura.&lt;br /&gt;Sem amor não há caminho,&lt;br /&gt;sem caminho a noite é escura.&lt;br /&gt;É largo o fio do sonho&lt;br /&gt;que enlaça o ouro do dia,&lt;br /&gt;que tece o nosso destino,&lt;br /&gt;saudade sem agonia.&lt;br /&gt;Veneno de fruta doce&lt;br /&gt;é o mel de todo o ciúme.´&lt;br /&gt;O amor tem asas molhadas&lt;br /&gt;retém do ódio o perfume.&lt;br /&gt;A verdade tem mistérios&lt;br /&gt;que até a razão desconhece,&lt;br /&gt;às vezes o tempo os decifra,&lt;br /&gt;às vezes apaga e os esquece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARILIA ABDUANI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-2632787645762629630?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/2632787645762629630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/08/fruta-doce.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/2632787645762629630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/2632787645762629630'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;rajada da sorte,&lt;br /&gt;é música e dança.&lt;br /&gt;Meu peito de ave&lt;br /&gt;veloz como um raio&lt;br /&gt;renasce e reluz.&lt;br /&gt;As flores são lendas,&lt;br /&gt;os rios são prendas,&lt;br /&gt;estrelas são luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia aAbduani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-7608665921450516460?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/7608665921450516460/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/08/prendas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/7608665921450516460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/7608665921450516460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/08/prendas.html' title='PRENDAS'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-1502744261904938951</id><published>2011-08-05T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T19:33:09.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SIMPLICIDADE</title><content type='html'>Simplicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo o mistério da noite&lt;br /&gt;cabe num só sentimento,&lt;br /&gt;rompe a barreira da sorte,&lt;br /&gt;exala a aura do vento.&lt;br /&gt;Todo o segredo do mundo&lt;br /&gt;vive em nossa memória&lt;br /&gt;é rio largo e profundo&lt;br /&gt;às margens de toda a história.&lt;br /&gt;Conduz o nosso destino&lt;br /&gt;pelo deserto do peito,&lt;br /&gt;é como a taça sem vinho,&lt;br /&gt;como o amor sem respeito.&lt;br /&gt;Todo o milagre da vida&lt;br /&gt;é ser feliz,simplesmente,&lt;br /&gt;é não tocar a ferida&lt;br /&gt;viva dentro da gente.&lt;br /&gt;É estocar de esperança&lt;br /&gt;a claridade do dia&lt;br /&gt;Abrir a porta da aurora&lt;br /&gt;e ver raiar a alegria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-1502744261904938951?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/1502744261904938951/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-2981463091017658204</id><published>2011-07-17T09:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T09:26:09.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parcas palavras</title><content type='html'>Meras palavras,&lt;br /&gt; poucas palavras&lt;br /&gt;saltam da minha boca.&lt;br /&gt;Dançam desvairadas&lt;br /&gt;meio desviadas,&lt;br /&gt;parcas palavras roucas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu sinto&lt;br /&gt;é o que eu pressinto,&lt;br /&gt;faz acender o beijo.&lt;br /&gt;A ternura alada&lt;br /&gt;cruzando a estrada&lt;br /&gt;fria do teu desejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meras verdades,&lt;br /&gt;tantas saudades,&lt;br /&gt;desejo e desafio.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos castrados,&lt;br /&gt;entrecortados&lt;br /&gt;na solidão do rio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu planto&lt;br /&gt;é o meu desencanto&lt;br /&gt;na aridez do jardim.&lt;br /&gt;Palavras raras,&lt;br /&gt;ventam na cara,&lt;br /&gt;sopro de amor sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-2981463091017658204?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/2981463091017658204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/07/parcas-palavras.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/2981463091017658204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/2981463091017658204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/07/parcas-palavras.html' title='Parcas palavras'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-3382965880999255299</id><published>2011-07-17T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T09:19:36.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silêncio</title><content type='html'>Quando chega a noite,&lt;br /&gt;a vida silencia.&lt;br /&gt;O lençol do sonho&lt;br /&gt;nos cobre&lt;br /&gt;até que nasça o dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-3382965880999255299?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/3382965880999255299/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/07/silencio.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/3382965880999255299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/3382965880999255299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/07/silencio.html' title='Silêncio'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-2282660834556742359</id><published>2011-07-17T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T09:17:55.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desalinho</title><content type='html'>O cio dos teus segredos&lt;br /&gt;mordem a velha alegria&lt;br /&gt;A maciez dos teus pelos&lt;br /&gt;provoca e acaricia.&lt;br /&gt;O orgasmo no pensamento,&lt;br /&gt;no ventre da liberdade,&lt;br /&gt;desponta a cada momento&lt;br /&gt;atravessando a saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As linhas dos teus novelos&lt;br /&gt;tecem a antiga poesia,&lt;br /&gt;os fios dos teus cabelos&lt;br /&gt;desmaiam na noite fria.&lt;br /&gt;Em desalinho, o enredo&lt;br /&gt;da nossa história sombria&lt;br /&gt;no livro dessa ansiedade,&lt;br /&gt;que chega ao cair da tarde&lt;br /&gt;vicia, tece a verdade&lt;br /&gt;da nossa melancolia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(o cio dos teus segredos&lt;br /&gt;escorre pelos teus dedos&lt;br /&gt;em minha vida vazia.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-2282660834556742359?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/2282660834556742359/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/07/desalinho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/2282660834556742359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/2282660834556742359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/07/desalinho.html' title='Desalinho'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-6010389796961633112</id><published>2011-07-17T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T09:09:28.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entrelinhas</title><content type='html'>Tudo o que eu sei da vida&lt;br /&gt;é a fonte de bem viver&lt;br /&gt;É andar de cabeça erguida&lt;br /&gt;E, a cada dia, aprender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ler pelas entrelinhas&lt;br /&gt;histórias do que passou.&lt;br /&gt;Entre o passado e o futuro&lt;br /&gt;nos olhos de quem amou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu sei da vida&lt;br /&gt;é a esperança refeita.&lt;br /&gt;É a aliança bendita,&lt;br /&gt;é quando a alma se enfeita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É quando tudo floresce&lt;br /&gt;a cada nova estação.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é suspiro e prece&lt;br /&gt;no templo do coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-6010389796961633112?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/6010389796961633112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/07/entrelinhas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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type='html'>Triste e o vento. Triste lamento&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Triste é a eterna noite que retém a sorte&lt;br /&gt;que a memória guarda, toda a ansiedade,&lt;br /&gt;caminho deserto , ponte da ilusão.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mas o vento é o mesmo&lt;br /&gt;no que ,um dia, foi flor.&lt;br /&gt;A saudade é um anseio...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Triste é o tempo. Triste lamento...&lt;br /&gt;Triste é a nostalgia quando dorme o dia,&lt;br /&gt;aprisiona o peito a eterna noite&lt;br /&gt;e apaga a estrela em meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Longo é o esquecimento&lt;br /&gt;do que já foi amor.&lt;br /&gt;Nuvem nas mãos do vento...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Navego a deriva&lt;br /&gt;nas manhãs em flor.&lt;br /&gt;Corro atrás do sonho&lt;br /&gt;busco um novo amor.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Canto,canto&lt;br /&gt;uma nova canção.&lt;br /&gt;Canto a saudade, canto o perdão.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sonho e canção.&lt;br /&gt;sonho e canção.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o dia&lt;br /&gt;a luz, a harmonia,&lt;br /&gt;que busca a poesia, a alegria que chega&lt;br /&gt;com a  vinda de uma nova estação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARILIA ABDUANI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-7806364264412156826?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/7806364264412156826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/07/triste.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/7806364264412156826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/7806364264412156826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/07/triste.html' title='TRISTE'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-5715677442600121492</id><published>2011-07-14T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T07:39:19.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>Saudade é mesmo cortante&lt;br /&gt;desvenda o amor, fio a fio,&lt;br /&gt;É a dor de se estar distante&lt;br /&gt;ausência do arrepio.&lt;br /&gt;Nos torna humildes, revela&lt;br /&gt;a falta que o abraço faz.&lt;br /&gt;É uma espécie de reza&lt;br /&gt;que a esperança refaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é tiro certeiro&lt;br /&gt;no alvo do coração.&lt;br /&gt;É como um gato ligeiro&lt;br /&gt;é lágrima de perdão.&lt;br /&gt;É sede de esquecimento,&lt;br /&gt;é fome que não se vê.&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é tudo o que fica&lt;br /&gt;quando eu não vejo você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;div 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Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-7035186690436047043</id><published>2011-07-12T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T17:45:56.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rajada</title><content type='html'>Rajada de vento&lt;br /&gt;meu pensamento,&lt;br /&gt;em qualquer direção,&lt;br /&gt;voa na noite&lt;br /&gt;driblando a morte,&lt;br /&gt;cruzando a escuridão.&lt;br /&gt;Até que amanheça&lt;br /&gt;o sonho tece&lt;br /&gt;a mais fina condição,&lt;br /&gt;de ser mais livre&lt;br /&gt;de ser eterna&lt;br /&gt;a asa do coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rajada do tempo&lt;br /&gt;leva o lamento&lt;br /&gt;e tudo o que a vida traz.&lt;br /&gt;Medos e enganos,&lt;br /&gt;todos os planos&lt;br /&gt;que só o amor refaz.&lt;br /&gt;Antes que endureça&lt;br /&gt;a alma leve&lt;br /&gt;a hora é de aprender,&lt;br /&gt;Que o amor não finda&lt;br /&gt;que a vida é linda&lt;br /&gt;para quem nela crê.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-7035186690436047043?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/7035186690436047043/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/07/rajada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/7035186690436047043'/><link rel='self' 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olhar&lt;br /&gt;me impedem de ver o sol&lt;br /&gt;e o pranto se faz um mar&lt;br /&gt;e o espanto se faz o anzol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu me traio no momento&lt;br /&gt;em que desfaço a pureza&lt;br /&gt;do meu coração alado&lt;br /&gt;nos braços da correnteza&lt;br /&gt;É cheiro de tempestade&lt;br /&gt;É vento que principia&lt;br /&gt;É pavio da saudade&lt;br /&gt;aceso na noite fria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fúria do pensamento&lt;br /&gt;desfaz a boca dos rio&lt;br /&gt;arrasta o que vem de dentro&lt;br /&gt;do nosso corpo no cio.&lt;br /&gt;É ânsia de maré -cheia&lt;br /&gt;encontro de céu e mar.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou um barco ligeiro&lt;br /&gt;um náufrago em teu olhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-8823634101614509710?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/8823634101614509710/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/07/naufragio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/8823634101614509710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/8823634101614509710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/07/naufragio.html' title='Naufrágio'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-7509929302410907077</id><published>2011-07-06T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T10:26:15.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REDOMA</title><content type='html'>Redoma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te entrego a nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da noite sem estrela e nua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o segredo absoluto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de tua melancolia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;triste, sombria e nua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O véu da noite mais fria,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o abismo agreste, ermo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redoma sem luz, sombria,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no dia sem meio-termo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te entrego a tempestade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e o mar que se abre incerto,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o mistério dissoluto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do teu carinho deserto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do estampido por dentro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rasgando o teu ventre aflito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te deixo a poesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e me entrego de peito aberto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serei tua companhia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando cair a noite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e o dia nascer bonito,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;descansarei em teus braços:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não seja breve o infinito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-7509929302410907077?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/7509929302410907077/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-5478361249549727901</id><published>2011-07-05T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T19:12:24.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memória</title><content type='html'>Memória&lt;br /&gt;O que a memória lembra&lt;br /&gt;é o tempo deentro da gente,&lt;br /&gt;retém a velha aliança,&lt;br /&gt;torrão de amor em semente.&lt;br /&gt;Que brota dentro do peito&lt;br /&gt;e rompe o himen da flor.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo, às vezes é quente,&lt;br /&gt;e, às vezes, é frio e dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que a saudade guarda&lt;br /&gt;é o que restou da alegria,&lt;br /&gt;cristais de areia e mais nada&lt;br /&gt;castelos de ventania.&lt;br /&gt;É brilho de estrela rara,&lt;br /&gt;clareando a escuridão.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo, às vezes dispara&lt;br /&gt;e escapa da nossa mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-5478361249549727901?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/5478361249549727901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/07/memoria.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/5478361249549727901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/5478361249549727901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/07/memoria.html' title='Memória'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-3762348836334807443</id><published>2011-06-27T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T19:12:34.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Volúpia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A placenta do desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;explode e nem balbucia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A tecitura do beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;tritura a parca alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Novelo desenrolado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;areia da solidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Redemoinho rasteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;labaredas do perdão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;O vermelho da saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;é o nevoeiro que aflora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;e encrespa o fio do tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;volúpia, cio da aurora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;É uivo de lua cheia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;é vida já sem valia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;É libertina coragem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;de viver por teimosia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Em êxtase, o horizonte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;perfura as nuvens escuras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Chove o sêmen do pranto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;por sobre toda a candura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;É nostalgia do vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;é sede que não sacia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;É canto de chamamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;e ventre sem serventia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;(Fixo o olhar no universo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;recolho cada momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;nas conchas da fantasia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-3762348836334807443?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/3762348836334807443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/06/volupia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/3762348836334807443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#003300;"&gt;ninguém dava, só vendia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;sei que gato escaldado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;sente medo de água fria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Sei que o sol nasceu pra todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;e que a noite é uma criança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;quem quiser ficar comigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;só dançando a minha dança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Quem espera sempre alcança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;o meu pai sempre dizia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A palavra é de ouro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Sem amor não há alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Para bom entendedor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;uma palavra bastaria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;o apressado come cru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;amanhã é outro dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Se conselho fosse bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;mais de mil eu te daria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;água mole em pedra dura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;bate até virar poesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-6377564173318991542?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/6377564173318991542/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/06/proverberando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/6377564173318991542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/6377564173318991542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/06/proverberando.html' title='Proverberando'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-1424331481726993521</id><published>2011-04-29T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T19:46:15.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compasso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A nota do meu corpo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sai do teu compasso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;desordenada-mente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e se sacia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;com a melodia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O ritmo da vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vez em quando se atrapalha,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é o fio da navalha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é o nó na sintonia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E, no tom do tempo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é que o amor se espalha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A voz, às vezes, falha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em toda a harmonia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de viver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-1424331481726993521?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/1424331481726993521/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/04/compasso.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/1424331481726993521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/1424331481726993521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/04/compasso.html' title='Compasso'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-1599068362719052033</id><published>2011-04-29T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T19:35:15.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Navegante</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Naveguei por tantos mares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;por onde hoje a dor passeia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Saudade, barco ligeiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;nos braços da maré cheia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Passei por tantas tormentas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;em águas que já nem sei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;ancorada na lembrança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;de amores que lá deixei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Naufraguei um oceano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;no barco da calmaria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;no veleiro da coragem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;naufrágio da valentia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;E até que o vento devolva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;o o sonho que vem do mar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Eu deixo nas ondas claras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;meu barco te navegar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-1599068362719052033?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/1599068362719052033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/04/navegante.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/1599068362719052033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/1599068362719052033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/04/navegante.html' title='Navegante'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-3203473300084415584</id><published>2011-04-29T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T19:15:28.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pote da Idade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Na gestação da brisa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;plantada no ventre das horas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;é fácil apalpar a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;se medo de que haja o agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Só por paixão vale a pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;secar o pote da idade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;caminho de sol poente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Ainda não é tão tarde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A dor que talha a esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;é um rio largo e fecundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;cardume de velhas lembranças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;nas profundezas do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Escombros, lábios sedentos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;para amainar desencanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Na mente, se tornam flora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a nostalgia da infância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;tecendo o ninho da aurora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Marilia Abduani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-3203473300084415584?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/3203473300084415584/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/04/pote-da-idade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/3203473300084415584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/3203473300084415584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/04/pote-da-idade.html' title='Pote da Idade'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-4927762424837366799</id><published>2011-04-29T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T19:07:01.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RENDA DE ORVALHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Centelha de raios de sol,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;facho de luz na manhã,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;deita na calma imortal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;cola no breu feito ímã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Diamante dentro do amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;é a estrada nova pro norte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;das profundezas da dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;apaziguada é a sorte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Deita a minha alma ao vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a relva enfeita a história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Oco solar é o lamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;no marulhar da memória.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Refeita em luz, minha estrela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;é renda de orvalho bordada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;enluarada se espelha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;na relva em orvalhada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-4927762424837366799?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/4927762424837366799/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/04/renda-de-orvalho_29.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/4927762424837366799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/4927762424837366799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/04/renda-de-orvalho_29.html' title='RENDA DE ORVALHO'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-7167891487060563309</id><published>2011-04-22T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T20:44:13.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A noite em meu caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;o espinho em meu desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A pedra em meu carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;serpente morde o meu beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A sombra eterna no espelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a faca em meu orgulho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;as velhas tranças do relho:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;amarras em meu embrulho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;O berro em minha verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;o gelo na valentia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;o orgasmo na liberdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a solidão que vicia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;E assim, pela estrada eu sigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;entre o amor e o laço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;saudade bate no peito:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;É a falta do seu abraço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-7167891487060563309?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/7167891487060563309/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/04/relho.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/7167891487060563309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/7167891487060563309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/04/relho.html' title='Relho'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-7218863386237903288</id><published>2011-04-19T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T17:59:09.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Em teus olhos eu leio a minha história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Em tua boca as lições que eu aprendi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Teus cabelos são as teias da lembrança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;os teus dedos jorram flores por aí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Teu silêncio fala mais do que eu escuto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;teu desejo atiça a fera que há em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;tua ausência é navalha na saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;o teu passo é o meu princípio e o meu fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-7218863386237903288?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/7218863386237903288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/04/fera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/7218863386237903288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/7218863386237903288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/04/fera.html' title='Fera'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-5349431535842488928</id><published>2011-04-19T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T15:44:11.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sol Poente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A gestação da brisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;plantada no ventre das horas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;tão fácil apalpar a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;sem medo de que haja o agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Só por paixão vale a pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;secar o pote da idade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;caminhar ao sol poente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Ainda não é tão tarde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A dor talha a esperança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;é um rio largo e profundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;cardume de velhas lembranças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;nas profundezas do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Escombros de lábios sedentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;na mente se tornam flora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A nostalgia da infância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;é que tece o ninho da aurora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-5349431535842488928?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/5349431535842488928/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/04/sol-poente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/5349431535842488928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/5349431535842488928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/04/sol-poente.html' title='Sol Poente'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-1983341623047924165</id><published>2011-04-18T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T18:32:39.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Renda de orvalho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Centelha,raio de sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;facho de luz na manhã,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;deixam uma calma imortal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;colam no breu,feito ímã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Diamante dentro do amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;é a estrada nova pro norte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Das profundezas da dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;apaziguada é a sorte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Deita a alma ao vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a relva enfeita a história,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;oco solar é o lamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;no marulhar da memória.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Refeita em luz, minha estrela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;é renda de orvalho bordada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Enluarada se enfeita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;para a festa das orvalhadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-1983341623047924165?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/1983341623047924165/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/04/renda-de-orvalho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/1983341623047924165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/1983341623047924165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/04/renda-de-orvalho.html' title='Renda de orvalho'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-1307777767775865265</id><published>2011-03-06T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T13:25:24.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paisagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Na estrada da vida eu ando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;com o canto do galo acordo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a mesma antiga saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que passa por mim, veloz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É tão claro o movimento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que a alma traça inconstante,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o círculo dos amantes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o eixo do sonho atroz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;À margem da vida eu ando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meu canto é mato rasteiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a velha necessidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de sempre chegar primeiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E ver a louca engrenagem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do trem da infância passar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A vida é essa paisagem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que cabe inteira no olhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-1307777767775865265?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/1307777767775865265/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/03/paisagem.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/1307777767775865265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/1307777767775865265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/03/paisagem.html' title='Paisagem'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-6483711947282249257</id><published>2011-03-06T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T13:20:06.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIOS DE SOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Quando a manhã se renova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;um novo dia começa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;entre o passado e o presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a vida passa ,sem pressa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Retalhos de tantas lendas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;saudades do que passou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;o futuro se oferece:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;é o fruto de quem sonhou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A meada da saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;costura fios de sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a branca linha do tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;nos cobre com o seu lençol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A densidade do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;é o pulso do coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;É quando a vida renasce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;do pó de cada estação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-6483711947282249257?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/6483711947282249257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/03/fios-de-sol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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align="center"&gt;Romanticamente eu danço,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no laço da tua teia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saudade bate no peito,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;escorre em minha veia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feitiço de lua nova,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mandinga de bem amar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rodopio em teus braços:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é onde eu quero morar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poeticamente eu canto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o eco é a garantia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de que eu já cruzei o mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sonhando a tua companhia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O viço da tua rosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;perfuma mais o meu dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É verso em rima e prosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;teu beijo de calmaria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-4705207138528459160?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/4705207138528459160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/02/vico.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/4705207138528459160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/4705207138528459160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/02/vico.html' title='viço'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-1343088421228481221</id><published>2011-02-25T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T18:44:41.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sátira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Trágica chega a noite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;cálida a lua desce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;ânimo na ternura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;pálida estrela cresce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Tônico na esperança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;mágico sentimento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;ríspida a vida acorda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;única é a voz do vento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Sátira na tristeza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;árida a alma grita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;cínico foge o tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;lânguido o amor palpita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-1343088421228481221?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/1343088421228481221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/02/satira.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/1343088421228481221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/1343088421228481221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/02/satira.html' title='Sátira'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-4286821813902089008</id><published>2011-02-25T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T18:40:05.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Algas da infância</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;O húmus da infância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;alimenta a estrada que moldei pra nós,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;fertilizando o tempo tão veloz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;frutificando o outono dos quintais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;O odor da infância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;fecunda o espírito dos sonhos vãos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a cal da primavera da canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;abre a ferida que não sangra mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;As algas da infância,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;baças estrelas que caem do céu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;brancas de luz em seu sabor de mel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;abrem-se em pranto,se não tem luar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;O suor da infância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;espreita a noite em seu despudor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;que despe, rompe e seduz o amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;faceira infância, tempo de sonhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-4286821813902089008?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/4286821813902089008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/02/algas-da-infancia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/4286821813902089008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/4286821813902089008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/02/algas-da-infancia.html' title='Algas da infância'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-8295291856176653464</id><published>2011-02-17T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T17:51:43.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COLHEITA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Na terra enluarada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a renda do sol espia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a semeadura de estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;para a colheita do dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Deita a alma ao vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;centelha de melancolia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Um facho de sentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;na fixidez da harmonia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A terra apaziguada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a lembrança movediça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Contemplativa a saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;o sêmen do amor atiça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Marulha a erma verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;e a todo olhar enfeitiça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Presságios de etern(a)idade:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;o humor amarga a preguiça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-8295291856176653464?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/8295291856176653464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/02/colheita.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/8295291856176653464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/8295291856176653464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/02/colheita.html' title='COLHEITA'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-1459422928104652058</id><published>2011-02-04T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T07:14:17.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Eu passo pela vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;amarrando as esperanças.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;engolindo os meus fracassos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;mesclando alguma serenidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Mas a boca da noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;devora o que me sustenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;E fica a fome, a vingança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;rondando a liberdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Eu pulso pela vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;meu coração bate pouco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;no morrer de cada dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;A mão dormente, enrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;no rosto a vida, cansada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;já pouco de mim pressente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;É o tempo que vai passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;é o tempo que leva a gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-1459422928104652058?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/1459422928104652058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/02/pulso.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/1459422928104652058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/1459422928104652058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/02/pulso.html' title='Pulso'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-2810044855355004576</id><published>2011-02-04T07:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T07:06:25.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esquinas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Nas esquinas do infinito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;brilha o clarão do dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;O sol solta as suas franjas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;que caem, desmaiam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;douradas e macias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Os olhos do peito abrem-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;as mãos da saudade tocam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;O corpo, mansa lagoa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;e nela os sonhos mergulham.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Às vezes, sobrevivem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;às vezes, somem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Às vezes, simplesmente voam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-2810044855355004576?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/2810044855355004576/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/02/esquinas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/2810044855355004576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/2810044855355004576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/02/esquinas.html' title='Esquinas'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-6121569984816963129</id><published>2011-02-03T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T06:50:43.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Primeira estrela</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Por tantas vezes abracei o outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;renasci das cinzas e refiz meu chão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Reescrevi a história das minhas lembranças,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;e me tornei criança em meu coraçaõ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Por tantas vezes beijei o inimigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;dei a outra face, cantei o perdão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;E das pedras tantas que já me lançaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;fiz meu edifício sempre em construção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Eu soltei ao vento as palavras vãs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;e nadei nas águas da melancolia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;para ouvir segredos do meu oceano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;e ouvir sereia em plena cantoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Por tantas vezes eu bebi o meu pranto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;engoli a saudade triste e derradeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Desaguei a chuva do meu desencanto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;descobri na noite a estrela primeira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-6121569984816963129?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/6121569984816963129/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/02/primeira-estrela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/6121569984816963129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/6121569984816963129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/02/primeira-estrela.html' title='Primeira estrela'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-1990146811708493518</id><published>2011-02-03T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T06:38:26.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cálice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Em cálices florais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;eu bebo o vinho seco,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;drama ácido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;jorrando incessantemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt; avermelhando o dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Uma nesga de sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;seduz a alma quebrada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Paixão ilógica,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;enternecida aliança:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;esperança e poesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Alastra a semeadura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;de sonhos partidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Lembrança árida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;réstia de esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;e de melancolia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-1990146811708493518?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/1990146811708493518/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/02/calice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/1990146811708493518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/1990146811708493518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/02/calice.html' title='Cálice'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-7310830309623258350</id><published>2011-01-14T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T19:07:33.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ESTRIBILHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Para eu me encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;eu vou me perder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;O que a gente planta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;é o que irá colher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A pessoa em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;deixo florescer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;sempre há a semente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;de outro amanhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Todos têm o seu próprio brilho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;dentro desse turbilhão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Sempre há um novo estribilho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;na harmonia da canção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Para a frente é que se anda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Para adiante é que se vê.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Pra sonhar é que se vive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Sempre aposte em você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Seja simples como o rio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;espontâneo como a flor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Tudo o que restou do ontem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;não é nada-já passou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Siga o seu próprio caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;com passos de vencedor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Não há rosas sem espinhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;e tudo na vida é amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;MARILIA ABDUANI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-7310830309623258350?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/7310830309623258350/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/01/estribilho.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#003300;"&gt;As meninas dos meus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;desfiam o brilho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;o estribilho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;as maravilhas da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Duas meninas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;tão cristalinas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;cascatas refletidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A esperança estremece,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;visão mais clara,o tempo não para,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;dois grãos de amor em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Minhas meninas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;minhas retinas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;um caso de amor sem fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Se uma se perde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a outra se encontra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Se uma se encanta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;é por procurar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;as suas meninas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;tão cristalinas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;dentro do seu olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-3506416684406616878?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/3506416684406616878/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/01/meninas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Carrego a vida no lombo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;do meu cavalo alado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;cavalgo a liberdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;pelos campos sonhados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Cruzando o céu e a terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;ao beijo da ventania,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;relincho de ansiedade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;o prazer de cada dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;No ruminar da saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a volúpia e a valentia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;incenso lambendo a tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;perfume de calmaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;E na poeira da estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;o sopro, a melodia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Eu levo a sorte guardada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;na garupa da poesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-2677790111200952665?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/2677790111200952665/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2011/01/garupa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/2677790111200952665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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estrela guia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Na exata direção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;da sombra leve do dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A alquimia do tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;desafia a valentia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;alinhavando a memória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;com as linhas da melodia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Insensato coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;reflui o tempo de espera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;do agreste a floração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;retém o cio da fera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A esperança estremece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;e rompe o perdão profundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;O leite do sonho aquece:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Argila moldando o mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-2492833779665890404?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/2492833779665890404/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/12/insensato-coracao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/2492833779665890404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/2492833779665890404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/12/insensato-coracao.html' title='INSENSATO CORAÇÃO'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-4024518227942195948</id><published>2010-12-31T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T07:48:07.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Você é uma fruta doce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;é água de mina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;é sol da manhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;E tem dentro do olhar a rima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;um cheiro de terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;e de flor de romã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Você é cascata, miragem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;o verde do mato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;rasgando o verão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;E tem a cadência da dança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;eterna criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;no meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Eu quero o seu beijo gostoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;o seu jeito manhoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;e sempre feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Você é ternura, é sina,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;seu beijo me ensina,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;eterno aprendiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-4024518227942195948?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/4024518227942195948/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/12/sina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/4024518227942195948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/4024518227942195948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/12/sina.html' title='Sina'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-4765376958038493537</id><published>2010-12-31T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T05:53:48.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ano novo</title><content type='html'>Deixo a porta aberta&lt;br /&gt;não há trancas, não há nó.&lt;br /&gt;Meu caminho descoberto&lt;br /&gt;telhado de vidro e pó.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que venha alguma alegria&lt;br /&gt;que chegue nova paixão.&lt;br /&gt;O passado é roupa velha&lt;br /&gt;que não nos serve mais não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo a cancela entreaberta&lt;br /&gt;que venha nova estação.&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma anda deserta&lt;br /&gt;e não quer mais solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que entre um novo sentimento&lt;br /&gt;pela janela do coração.&lt;br /&gt;E que seja,cada movimento&lt;br /&gt;o alimento da emoção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-4765376958038493537?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/4765376958038493537/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/12/ano-novo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/4765376958038493537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/4765376958038493537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/12/ano-novo.html' title='Ano novo'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-6090813987791108413</id><published>2010-12-30T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T18:19:32.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saúde e sorte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Vou fazer a mala e seguir viagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Nada na sacola, na mala a coragem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;para achar abrigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;e seguir caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;encurtar a noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;e não ser mais sozinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Vou cortar o medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;desatar o pranto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;acordar bem cedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;e soltar meu canto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Para achar no céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a minha estrela guia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;guardiã da estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;até que chegue o dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Vou levar comigo o sonho verdadeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;e colher do fruto o sabor primeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Fugir do perigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;e ceifar a morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;O melhor da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;é saúde e sorte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-6090813987791108413?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-8972237089786865282</id><published>2010-12-30T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T18:10:46.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luz do sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A luz do sol me assanhou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;e eu abri o meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Mudei de cor, reluzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;com as cores do verão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Dancei na chuva, cantei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;e joguei flores no mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;O meu barquinho deixei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;nas águas do navegar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A luz do sol me tocou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;e eu bebi o vinho da paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;O meu corpo a traduzir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;as canções do amor demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Ergui a taça e brindei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a vida inteira a florir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Soltei o meu corpo e deixei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a luz do sol me seguir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-8972237089786865282?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/8972237089786865282/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/12/luz-do-sol.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; As pedras do caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;verso, espinho ou flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;dão para fazer um ninho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;seja ele como for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Brilho de lua e estrela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;lampejo de mais um dia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Faz do fraco, fortaleza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;e da tristeza, alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A cada traço ou pegada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;mais longe fica o penar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;No desvio da saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;há o canto pra não chorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A alegria desenha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;nuvens brancas pelo ar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Que harmonizam a vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;fazem o mundo sonhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-471311931851039302?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/471311931851039302/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/12/mais-um-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/471311931851039302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/471311931851039302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/12/mais-um-dia.html' title='Mais um dia'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-4209768826835463428</id><published>2010-12-30T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T14:44:00.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CASULO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;O portal da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;abre um tempo novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;casulo que se rompe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;ave que sai do ovo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;E deixa entrar a esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;faz atiçar o desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;que antecede o orgasmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;molhado de gozo e beijo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;O portal da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;abre as janelas da frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;de onde se avista o tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;fugindo placidamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;É frágil a nossa aliança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;tudo tão frágil, fulgaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Voa o relógio do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;e leva o que a vida traz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-4209768826835463428?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/4209768826835463428/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/12/casulo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/4209768826835463428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/4209768826835463428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/12/casulo.html' title='CASULO'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-6754075065295488685</id><published>2010-12-30T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T14:36:30.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Por amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Só por amor vale a pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;abrir cortinas do tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;e na seara do dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;libertar o pensamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Redescobrir a canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;e reescrever a poesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Só por amor vale a pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;ouvir o som da alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Amar é entrar no tom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;e viver cada segundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;é , simplesmente, ser bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;esquecer as dores do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Só por amor vale a pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;chorar um pouco, talvez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;O amor é que faz a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;e só se vive uma vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-6754075065295488685?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/6754075065295488685/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/12/por-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/6754075065295488685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/6754075065295488685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/12/por-amor.html' title='Por amor'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-2362391435996506201</id><published>2010-12-30T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T18:27:24.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CASCATA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Já cruzei tantas estradas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;procurando o meu lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Já varei a madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;me guardando no sonhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Eu plantei amor e flor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;minha sorte a gotejar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;como lágrimas ao vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;como o orvalho, ao luar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Eu guardei toda a saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;ficou leve o caminhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Eu colhi a madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;vi chegar nova estação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Meu veleiro navegava:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;era o mar meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Da cascata da lembrança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;jorra um rio de perdão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Já cruzei tantos desvios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;vim parar no mesmo chão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-2362391435996506201?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/2362391435996506201/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/12/cascata.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/2362391435996506201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/2362391435996506201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/12/cascata.html' title='CASCATA'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-4726534839329412666</id><published>2010-12-29T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T14:37:48.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor e perdão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Espere um pouco, não fuja,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a noite está por um fio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Bem cedo o dia amanhece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;e a dor se esvai, como um rio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Espere, que não há nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;que dure mais que um momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;O inverno é tão passageiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;e segue nas mãos do vento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Deixe bem abertos os braços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;e o coração desarmado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;para pulsar levemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;ou bater acelerado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Não seja regado a pranto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;o som da sua canção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A vida é o ponto de encontro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;entre o amor e o perdão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-4726534839329412666?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/4726534839329412666/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/12/amor-e-perdao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/4726534839329412666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/4726534839329412666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/12/amor-e-perdao.html' title='Amor e perdão'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-981460489114020563</id><published>2010-12-29T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T14:39:07.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARTITURA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;O arrepio na alma nos desarma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;o perfume da noite beija o dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;O inexplicável mistério das estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;liberta a flor serena da alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;O insensato coração itinerante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;no exato silêncio dos amantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a linguagem do corpo acaricia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Os passos débeis, frágeis, esquecidos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;as marcas exauridas da verdade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;as cálidas lições da consciência,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;os braços, como polvos, na saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;liberam labaredas na inocência,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a tênue lágrima, o beijo sem prudência,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;na face da voraz insanidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;As raízes da coragem criam asas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a bofetada da noite já jazia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a placenta de luz na ansiedade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a obstinada paciência dorme fria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;O interminável minuto de um orgasmo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;o respirar da solidão em seus espasmos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;o tanger da mais completa calmaria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Os temporais borbulhando na paisagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;o gris da longa espera em agonia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;As incômodas orgias, as viagens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;o nó do pranto, o espanto que vicia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A convulsiva fome e o desejo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a lasciva dependência: amor e beijo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;partituras livres, leves da poesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-981460489114020563?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/981460489114020563/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/12/partitura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Meu canto é o galo que desperta a madrugada&lt;br /&gt;e no dorso de um cavalo atravesso a plantação.&lt;br /&gt;E pego a enxada, laço o touro mais valente,&lt;br /&gt;o meu grão, minha semente&lt;br /&gt;derramada pelo chão.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto o orvalho molha a terra concebida&lt;br /&gt;cá na roça é dura a lida, sol rebate sem perdão.&lt;br /&gt;Até o sêmen da saudade adormece&lt;br /&gt;no acalanto de uma prece&lt;br /&gt;que desponta da canção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui na roça&lt;br /&gt;boi é rei, é garantia,&lt;br /&gt;nossa lei, nossa valia,&lt;br /&gt;o direito de viver.&lt;br /&gt;E a gente sua na labuta que é difícil&lt;br /&gt;o suor é o nosso ofício&lt;br /&gt;no galope de colher.&lt;br /&gt;E Deus compensa devolvendo, então, pra gente,&lt;br /&gt;o que brota da semente,&lt;br /&gt;tão bonita a plantação.&lt;br /&gt;Até parece que mais cedo raia o dia,&lt;br /&gt;passarada e poesia&lt;br /&gt;vão ciscando pelo chão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-2129141873585300627?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/2129141873585300627/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/12/semente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/2129141873585300627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/2129141873585300627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/12/semente.html' title='Semente'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-1600633013645919714</id><published>2010-12-19T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T18:27:38.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lamento triste</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Calou-se o violão.&lt;br /&gt;A voz emudeceu.&lt;br /&gt;Um resto de canção&lt;br /&gt;no tempo se perdeu.&lt;br /&gt;Ficou o teu olhar assim&lt;br /&gt;espalhando em nós a solidão.&lt;br /&gt;Ficou todo o sentimento,&lt;br /&gt;a dor e o lamento&lt;br /&gt;no coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o que era primavera já não é.&lt;br /&gt;A luz que antes havia jaz no breu&lt;br /&gt;que levou o teu luar,&lt;br /&gt;e as estrelas que eu contar&lt;br /&gt;são espelhos dos olhos teus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até sempre,&lt;br /&gt;não há nenhum adeus.&lt;br /&gt;As lembrançãs, essas nunca passarão.&lt;br /&gt;Os meus sonhos vão além&lt;br /&gt;a saudade vem e vai.&lt;br /&gt;E hoje eu ouço as lições&lt;br /&gt;que um dia ouvi do meu pai.&lt;br /&gt;E hoje eu canto as canções&lt;br /&gt;que um dia me ensinou o meu pai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-1600633013645919714?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/1600633013645919714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-3848625877354437442</id><published>2010-12-19T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T18:28:10.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memória</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Agora já é depois.&lt;br /&gt;É o que o tempo diz.&lt;br /&gt;A solidão de nós dois:&lt;br /&gt;íntima flor de raiz.&lt;br /&gt;Ausente a estrela morria&lt;br /&gt;no céu de paisagem torta.&lt;br /&gt;a antiga dor se escondia&lt;br /&gt;por sob a paisagem morta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora já é depois&lt;br /&gt;no coração aprendiz.&lt;br /&gt;Eu vivo do que passou,&lt;br /&gt;perdidamente feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Tremem meus olhos ao vento&lt;br /&gt;por tudo o que eu fui e sou.&lt;br /&gt;memória que não se cansa,&lt;br /&gt;histórias de quem amou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-3848625877354437442?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/3848625877354437442/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/12/memoria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/3848625877354437442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/3848625877354437442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/12/memoria.html' title='Memória'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-7360199209579838269</id><published>2010-12-19T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T18:28:37.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;O canto que eu desconheço&lt;br /&gt;em unissono entoam&lt;br /&gt;as cigarras pela noite&lt;br /&gt;os passarinhos que voam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salivo o teu nome e engulo&lt;br /&gt;as tuas palavras frias&lt;br /&gt;à deriva, bem distantes&lt;br /&gt;da minha alma vazia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O canto que eu não esqueço&lt;br /&gt;transborda em prantos, no nada.&lt;br /&gt;O oculto, o meu avesso,&lt;br /&gt;é o fio dessa meada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estranho canto que inflama&lt;br /&gt;e faz eclodir a serpente,&lt;br /&gt;a fera que em mim debanda&lt;br /&gt;livre, de vez, da corrente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriam laços desfeitos&lt;br /&gt;flores e dores em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Cores e mares da vida,&lt;br /&gt;esse oceano sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-7360199209579838269?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/7360199209579838269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/12/meada.html#comment-form' title='0 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type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Agora vai voltar a lira&lt;br /&gt;e tudo o que respira&lt;br /&gt;vai falar de amor.&lt;br /&gt;E vai soprar mais forte o vento&lt;br /&gt;e todo sentimento vai brotar em flor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora vai chegar do norte&lt;br /&gt;a a canção mais forte&lt;br /&gt;harmonia e som.&lt;br /&gt;E a vida vai se abrir num canto&lt;br /&gt;não haverá pranto.&lt;br /&gt;Rima em qualquer tom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora não haverá noite&lt;br /&gt;mas nenhuma morte&lt;br /&gt;nesse nosso olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Um novo tempo principia,&lt;br /&gt;a vinda do dia&lt;br /&gt;vai anunciar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida sempre é renovada&lt;br /&gt;pela luz benvinda&lt;br /&gt;do amanhecer.&lt;br /&gt;Há sempre nova primavera&lt;br /&gt;Uma nova era&lt;br /&gt;linda de viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-2083815353997683476?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/2083815353997683476/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/12/lira.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/2083815353997683476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/2083815353997683476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/12/lira.html' title='Lira'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-3062546012533615426</id><published>2010-12-06T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T18:29:37.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vinho e mel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Eu sou a mesma que bebe&lt;br /&gt;na taça o teu vinho e mel&lt;br /&gt;Que dorme em tua cama&lt;br /&gt;estrela sou em teu céu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mesma que guarda o dia&lt;br /&gt;na mala do teu brilhar&lt;br /&gt;Iluminando a alegria&lt;br /&gt;se a noite quiser ficar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o abraço perfeito&lt;br /&gt;a superfície da lua.&lt;br /&gt;a água e o fogo em meu peito&lt;br /&gt;lampejo que perpetua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na terra, sombra ou no rio&lt;br /&gt;meus passos germinarão&lt;br /&gt;No peito, diversas vezes&lt;br /&gt;a mesma e velha emoção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-3062546012533615426?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/3062546012533615426/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/12/vinho-e-mel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/3062546012533615426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/3062546012533615426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/12/vinho-e-mel.html' title='Vinho e mel'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-7816173759645241348</id><published>2010-12-06T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T18:30:21.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jasmim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Num canto de jardim&lt;br /&gt;no cheiro de jasmim&lt;br /&gt;no vento que soprar&lt;br /&gt;nos sons da natureza&lt;br /&gt;a vida põe a mesa&lt;br /&gt;quem quiser, é só chegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vento sopra a dor&lt;br /&gt;a chuva jorra, em flor,&lt;br /&gt;a nos purificar.&lt;br /&gt;As plantas orvalhadas&lt;br /&gt;a terra abençoada&lt;br /&gt;pra colher, é só plantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solte a voz, abra um sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;faça amor, sempre é preciso.&lt;br /&gt;Sua fé traça o destino&lt;br /&gt;e aonde você for&lt;br /&gt;no frio ou no calor,&lt;br /&gt;faça a vida revirar de tanto amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser o que sempre quis&lt;br /&gt;o fruto ea raiz.&lt;br /&gt;descansar o coração, viver em paz.&lt;br /&gt;ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;e nada mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-7816173759645241348?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/7816173759645241348/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-5408175647144199060</id><published>2010-12-06T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T18:30:44.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prenúncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Se quiser encontrar um novo amor&lt;br /&gt;insista...&lt;br /&gt;invista...&lt;br /&gt;vá fundo na paixão.&lt;br /&gt;Você tem que esquecer o que passou&lt;br /&gt;a fila&lt;br /&gt;não para&lt;br /&gt;na estrada da razão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se quiser acender de novo o amor.&lt;br /&gt;o jogo...&lt;br /&gt;o fogo...&lt;br /&gt;o sangue em combustão.&lt;br /&gt;Derreter a geleira que restou.&lt;br /&gt;A raiva só sara&lt;br /&gt;no amor em comunhão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abra a janela&lt;br /&gt;destrave a porta.&lt;br /&gt;Pela cancela há de chegar&lt;br /&gt;um novo dia&lt;br /&gt;que prenuncia:&lt;br /&gt;o que tiver de ser&lt;br /&gt;será.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-5408175647144199060?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/5408175647144199060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/12/prenuncio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/5408175647144199060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/5408175647144199060'/><link rel='alternate' 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coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos hoje a ilusão mais colorida&lt;br /&gt;a união de duas vidas&lt;br /&gt;numa mesma direção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corpo e alma que se encontram de repente&lt;br /&gt;feito o campo e a semente&lt;br /&gt;pra formar a plantação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como pássaros que ao retornar ao ninho&lt;br /&gt;deixam o canto no aminho&lt;br /&gt;pra espantar a solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim seguimos nós na mesma estrada&lt;br /&gt;e a paz tão procurada&lt;br /&gt;nos servindo de faróis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos nós o tempo, o vento, a estrela guia&lt;br /&gt;na mais doce calmaria&lt;br /&gt;no aconchego dos lençóis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos nós a parte de uma outra parte&lt;br /&gt;juntos, somos bem mais fortes,&lt;br /&gt;infinitamente mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fomos feitos um pro outro, na medida,&lt;br /&gt;dois destinos numa vida&lt;br /&gt;tão perfeitos, tão iguais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos feitos um pro outro, andorinhas,&lt;br /&gt;que não voam mais sozinhas&lt;br /&gt;e que estão na vida, em paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARILIA ABDUANI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-7228094569584448927?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/7228094569584448927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/12/nos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/7228094569584448927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/7228094569584448927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/12/nos.html' title='Nós.'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-4875783385160982796</id><published>2010-12-05T18:03:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T18:11:36.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RENDA DO DIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; O impossível perfume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;das rosas multiplicadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;tecia a renda do dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;em fios das orvalhadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;O mesmo cheiro da terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;espalhando o amor no ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A vida sempre esperada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;o sonho que quer chegar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;O interminável perfume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;de brisa e de maresia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a tecitura da aurora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a reticente alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A antiga saudade doce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;o  tempo que prenuncia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Em cada odor uma história&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;de rima ou dor na poesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-4875783385160982796?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-4888481106074988794</id><published>2010-12-05T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T18:34:44.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SONORIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Sonora a palavra&lt;br /&gt;perfura a verdade&lt;br /&gt;desperta o ciúme&lt;br /&gt;penetra a saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emerge da alma&lt;br /&gt;goteja em desejo&lt;br /&gt;Dilui o remanso&lt;br /&gt;que antecede o beijo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estranha palavra&lt;br /&gt;sombria, indolente,&lt;br /&gt;ecoa na noite,&lt;br /&gt;estrela cadente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prateada palavra&lt;br /&gt;oblíqua, incolor,&lt;br /&gt;retina do sonho&lt;br /&gt;nos olhos do amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-4888481106074988794?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/4888481106074988794/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/12/sonoridade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/4888481106074988794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/4888481106074988794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;não seja triste e sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beba do leite da vida&lt;br /&gt;viva do que semeou&lt;br /&gt;Ao que virá, dê guarida&lt;br /&gt;esqueça o que já passou.&lt;br /&gt;Seja o seu melhor amigo&lt;br /&gt;o amor não pode ferir&lt;br /&gt;Seu coração é o abrigo,&lt;br /&gt;caminho certo a seguir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se algum dia, quem sabe,&lt;br /&gt;a noite eterna surgir&lt;br /&gt;bem cedo o dia se abre&lt;br /&gt;há novo sol a se abrir.&lt;br /&gt;Nova estação já vem vindo&lt;br /&gt;sempre há o milagre da flor&lt;br /&gt;que se renova nos campos,&lt;br /&gt;na primavera do amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-874418366893271310?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/874418366893271310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/12/guarida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/874418366893271310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/874418366893271310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/12/guarida.html' title='Guarida'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-2375192713780949999</id><published>2010-12-05T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T08:20:41.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ferro e sal</title><content type='html'>A alma vive tão rente&lt;br /&gt;dentro do ócio da vida&lt;br /&gt;crepúsculo reluzente&lt;br /&gt;lambendo as velhas feridas.&lt;br /&gt;O horizonte se estende&lt;br /&gt;além do vácuo das horas&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração é o vento&lt;br /&gt;é nuvem que vai-se embora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do abstrato do medo&lt;br /&gt;talhado a ferro e sal,&lt;br /&gt;escorre pelos meus dedos´&lt;br /&gt;a água mais natural.&lt;br /&gt;E lava a única estrela&lt;br /&gt;fluída na escuridão.&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração é o tempo&lt;br /&gt;e o tempo é o meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-2375192713780949999?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/2375192713780949999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/12/ferro-e-sal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/2375192713780949999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/2375192713780949999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/12/ferro-e-sal.html' title='Ferro e sal'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-6428361359645515739</id><published>2010-12-05T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T08:16:21.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reverso</title><content type='html'>A dor deste amor mendiga&lt;br /&gt;o reverso da medalha&lt;br /&gt;um refrão do infinito&lt;br /&gt;o azinhavre na navalha.&lt;br /&gt;Somático desabrigo&lt;br /&gt;na fraga do meu segredo.&lt;br /&gt;Eterna neurastenia&lt;br /&gt;personagem do meu medo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O terror do desengano&lt;br /&gt;A secreção do meu drama&lt;br /&gt;A névoa em minha poesia&lt;br /&gt;nos arremates da trama.&lt;br /&gt;A sanguessuga em meu beijo,&lt;br /&gt;cilada imperceptível.&lt;br /&gt;na cama, o meu desejo,&lt;br /&gt;na alquimia impossível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nó cego na esperança&lt;br /&gt;o medo me faz tão só.&lt;br /&gt;As grades em meu avesso&lt;br /&gt;gorgulhos de sonho em pó.&lt;br /&gt;O vírus em meus sentidos&lt;br /&gt;enrijece a luz do dia.&lt;br /&gt;Há mais valia na noite&lt;br /&gt;que borda a melancolia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-6428361359645515739?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/6428361359645515739/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/12/reverso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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acontecer&lt;br /&gt;o canto inesperado&lt;br /&gt;os lábios secos, sem beijos,&lt;br /&gt;um naco de amor guardado.&lt;br /&gt;Num baú a nossa história&lt;br /&gt;adormece sem pecado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se pode esquecer&lt;br /&gt;o terror do descaminho&lt;br /&gt;a ânsia do vôo alçado&lt;br /&gt;as pedras, o andar sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;O vale dos desenganos,&lt;br /&gt;a ave que perde o ninho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se pode querer&lt;br /&gt;a voz de ouro liberta&lt;br /&gt;a sábia mão da ternura,&lt;br /&gt;deixa a porta entreaberta.&lt;br /&gt;Quadrante de sol a pino&lt;br /&gt;na tênue casa deserta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo pode enternecer&lt;br /&gt;todo o profundo instante,&lt;br /&gt;o meu interno oceano&lt;br /&gt;corta a linha do horizonte.&lt;br /&gt;E no porão da memória&lt;br /&gt;meu passado itinerante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-4319628422723077966</id><published>2010-11-16T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T20:19:47.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voragem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Entre claras nuvens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;mais um dia finda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;sobre a terra nua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;é inverno ainda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Lua despontada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;do meu sonho e canto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;luz da madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;eco de saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;deságua em meu pranto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Valsa desbotada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;passos no deserto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;sempre a mesma estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;pelo espaço aberto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Ata o meu destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;tempestade e areia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;sol fremente, a pino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;onde a dor passeia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Pelas densas nuvens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;vai o sonho embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;na voragem crua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;do fugir das horas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;O tocar do vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;pálido e sem fim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;fere o sentimento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;o vazio em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;-Letra-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Música:Tom de Minas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-4319628422723077966?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/4319628422723077966/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/11/voragem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/4319628422723077966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/4319628422723077966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/11/voragem.html' title='Voragem'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-3455688218759638286</id><published>2010-11-16T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T13:34:19.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Galope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Eu sou um cavalo velho&lt;br /&gt;no galope da ansiedade&lt;br /&gt;pelas campinas cavalgo&lt;br /&gt;campeio essa liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;Aspiro com impaciência&lt;br /&gt;o odor da mocidade&lt;br /&gt;no cio ,sem estridência,&lt;br /&gt;perfume da insanidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sol ocluso me guarda&lt;br /&gt;engedra pra eu me safar&lt;br /&gt;aspira a minha linguagem&lt;br /&gt;decifra o meu relinchar.&lt;br /&gt;A noite, sombra profana,&lt;br /&gt;me beija pra eu me acalmar.&lt;br /&gt;O casco em meu orgulho&lt;br /&gt;o cisto dentro do olhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos campos de luz me deito&lt;br /&gt;a revelia do medo&lt;br /&gt;no galopar do destino&lt;br /&gt;eu busco o meu sol mais cedo&lt;br /&gt;Cavalo forte e arredio&lt;br /&gt;sem rédeas, divina tez,&lt;br /&gt;alado, por ter vivido&lt;br /&gt;e morrido mais de uma vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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passou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;O outono brota sem frutos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;semente que não vingou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Ainda verão parece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;no tempo doido a escorrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;dos dedos da nossa história&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;na solidão do querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;As quatro estações da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;sopraram nossa canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;saudade que não se mede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;no escuro do coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-7007497242036866866?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/7007497242036866866/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/11/estacoes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/7007497242036866866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/7007497242036866866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/11/estacoes.html' title='Estações'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-3423841541931164047</id><published>2010-11-07T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T02:53:37.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um par de asas tristes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Uma menina sonhava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;poder tocar o arco-íris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;e sentir as suas cores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Ela, em sonhos, voava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Em pensamentos, saltava,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;por entre jardins e flores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;De carona num tapete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;cruzava o azul celeste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;parecia primaveraa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;E todo o céu clareava,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a vida se iluminava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;pela luz que vinha dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;E ela subia, subia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;com um pássaro parecia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;pelo azul do céu brilhante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Sete cores ela via.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Uma estrela lhe sorria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;na magia do instante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A menina, iluminada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;só queria do arco-íris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;um novelinho de cores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Para bordar um vestido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;lindo, multicolorido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;estampadinho de flores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;E foi subindo, subindo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;cruzando nuvens e o vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a balançar seus cabelos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;num compasso morno e lento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Quase roçava o novelo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;firme em seu pensamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A natureza entendia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;o desejo da menina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;que andava suja, rasgada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;ruminando a sua sina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;E que sonhava, em segredo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;nos becos e nas esquinas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;O Arco-íris, comovido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;pela luz que vinha dela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;um novelo deu-lhe, então.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;E além de bordar-lhe um vestido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;com as cores pintou "AMOR"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;dentro do seu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;E a menina, que era triste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;ficou multicolorida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;radiante feito flor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Nunca mais ficou na esquina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;porque virou borboleta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Voou...voou...voou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Marilia Abduani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Para Sara&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-3423841541931164047?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/3423841541931164047/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/11/um-par-de-asas-tristes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/3423841541931164047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/3423841541931164047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/11/um-par-de-asas-tristes.html' title='Um par de asas tristes.'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-679764447661739488</id><published>2010-11-06T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T15:49:19.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serenatas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Eu ouço as canções antigas&lt;br /&gt;de quando criança ainda,&lt;br /&gt;acordes da madrugada&lt;br /&gt;enchiam os meus ouvidos.&lt;br /&gt;Canções serenas e lindas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lua por companhia&lt;br /&gt;na quietude da praça.&lt;br /&gt;Só vozes e instrumentos,&lt;br /&gt;ao mais leve movimento,&lt;br /&gt;enchiam a vida de graça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em meus olhos a harmonia&lt;br /&gt;brilhava a cada cantiga.&lt;br /&gt;Os dedos que dedilhavam&lt;br /&gt;o violão que desfiava&lt;br /&gt;a ternura eterna e antiga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E até que o dia raiasse,&lt;br /&gt;as vozes e a melodia&lt;br /&gt;anunciando a manhã.&lt;br /&gt;O desafio do pranto.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não há mais canto&lt;br /&gt;na saudade temporã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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brisa.&lt;br /&gt;Cessam os rumores do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-610469696991571726?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/610469696991571726/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/11/rumores.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/610469696991571726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/610469696991571726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/11/rumores.html' title='RUMORES'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-2566647203292928650</id><published>2010-11-06T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T15:50:38.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maresia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Acalentar o mistério&lt;br /&gt;afogar-me em maresia&lt;br /&gt;a angústia da saudade&lt;br /&gt;no improviso do meu dia.&lt;br /&gt;O gemido, o orgasmo&lt;br /&gt;da manhã que principia.&lt;br /&gt;Prematura realidade&lt;br /&gt;arremedo de alegria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só quem colhe a tempestade&lt;br /&gt;sabe a voz da calmaria&lt;br /&gt;e no tom da ansiedade&lt;br /&gt;vence a farpa da alegria.&lt;br /&gt;No bojo da eternidade&lt;br /&gt;o beijo da ventania.&lt;br /&gt;Pelo seio da verdade&lt;br /&gt;jorra o sêmen da poesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-2566647203292928650?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/2566647203292928650/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/11/maresia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/2566647203292928650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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dia.&lt;br /&gt;Reconhece a realidade&lt;br /&gt;da voz da monotonia&lt;br /&gt;a angústia do céu coberto&lt;br /&gt;por estrelas da agonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que busca por deserto&lt;br /&gt;só acerta a sintonia&lt;br /&gt;das ondas sonoras do tempo&lt;br /&gt;cruzando a estrada fria.&lt;br /&gt;Amarga a sua saudade,&lt;br /&gt;o peso da nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;O agreste da tempestade&lt;br /&gt;de suas noites vazias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que busca por deserto&lt;br /&gt;sonha na noite sombria.&lt;br /&gt;Corpo despido e inerte&lt;br /&gt;no lençol da zombaria.&lt;br /&gt;Fustiga a serenidade&lt;br /&gt;onde a aurora reluzia&lt;br /&gt;suspensa na eternidade&lt;br /&gt;sem o verbo da alegria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que busca por deserto&lt;br /&gt;viaja na ventania&lt;br /&gt;reescreve a sua história&lt;br /&gt;pelas mãos da letargia.&lt;br /&gt;Não pressente a claridade&lt;br /&gt;por onde o amor fremia.&lt;br /&gt;O que busca por deserto&lt;br /&gt;migalha a vida vazia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-8959811392698597843?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/8959811392698597843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-que-busca-por-deserto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/8959811392698597843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/8959811392698597843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-que-busca-por-deserto.html' title='O que busca por deserto'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-2985131519484374913</id><published>2010-11-06T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T15:51:33.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DESERTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Sobre a liquidez do mundo&lt;br /&gt;eu adormeço e desperto.&lt;br /&gt;Sou o meu navio sem rumo&lt;br /&gt;nas águas do mar deserto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As estrelas que eu persigo&lt;br /&gt;cochilam no céu aberto.&lt;br /&gt;Na eterna noite vazia&lt;br /&gt;jaz o meu sonho incerto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a palidez da alma&lt;br /&gt;a dispersa realidade&lt;br /&gt;de seguir assim a esmo&lt;br /&gt;nos atalhos da verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Viver não tem meio termo&lt;br /&gt;Cai o sol e já é tarde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-2985131519484374913?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/2985131519484374913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/11/deserto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/2985131519484374913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/2985131519484374913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/11/deserto.html' title='DESERTO'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-4865140787573729827</id><published>2010-11-05T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T15:52:51.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Torrente</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Desencantar o mistério&lt;br /&gt;da calmaria do mar,&lt;br /&gt;da boca da maré-cheia,&lt;br /&gt;dos fragmentos de areia&lt;br /&gt;no ventre virgem do olhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desenrolar o novelo&lt;br /&gt;do sol a se declinar.&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o beijo das águas,&lt;br /&gt;torrente de dor e mágoa,&lt;br /&gt;em meu barco a naufragar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tocar o céu da montanha,&lt;br /&gt;como um pássaro voar...&lt;br /&gt;Ser da sombra a claridade,&lt;br /&gt;e da mentira a verdade&lt;br /&gt;ser para a noite o luar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tecer as teias da vida&lt;br /&gt;com as linhas do perdão.&lt;br /&gt;Bordar de azul a esperança,&lt;br /&gt;cerzir de luz a aliança&lt;br /&gt;entre a loucura e a razão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani- 5 de nov de 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-4865140787573729827?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-3582936707242081356</id><published>2010-11-05T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T15:53:40.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balaio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Não busques o teu silêncio&lt;br /&gt;no som das minhas palavras.&lt;br /&gt;O que eu digo, o vento leva,&lt;br /&gt;o meu pranto, o tempo lava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me peças o que eu não tenho.&lt;br /&gt;É tão pouco o que eu necessito:&lt;br /&gt;um canto, uma flor, um beijo,&lt;br /&gt;um verso que for bonito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não leias a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;no livro dos teus desejos.&lt;br /&gt;O que eu pressinto, eu desvio,&lt;br /&gt;e fujo, se amor não vejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não desfaças a tua mala,&lt;br /&gt;o tempo é de despedida.&lt;br /&gt;De teu caminho sem volta&lt;br /&gt;não enchas a minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não guardes a tua infância&lt;br /&gt;em meu balaio invisível.&lt;br /&gt;Retorna ao teu berço e canta&lt;br /&gt;o teu sonho intransponível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guardes apenas nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;o meu olhar obscuro,&lt;br /&gt;ao poder do que não creio,&lt;br /&gt;à sombra do que eu procuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani- 5 de nov 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-3582936707242081356?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/3582936707242081356/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/11/balaio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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style="color:#003300;"&gt;A alma passeia o tempo&lt;br /&gt;suspenso entre o que virá&lt;br /&gt;e o que já passou com o vento&lt;br /&gt;ou com a solidão do mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com as linhas do sentimento&lt;br /&gt;costuro a imaginação&lt;br /&gt;artéria do pensamento&lt;br /&gt;pulsando no coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retalhos da noite longa&lt;br /&gt;estendidos sobre o chão.&lt;br /&gt;Eu durmo sobre os anseios&lt;br /&gt;meus versos me cobrirão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-2065732847938834522?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/2065732847938834522/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-5661488253110809211</id><published>2010-11-04T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T16:09:28.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conchas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Nas conchas das minhas mãos&lt;br /&gt;uma rosa indefinível,&lt;br /&gt;a brisa silvestre, o perfume,&lt;br /&gt;a relva de luz no quintal.&lt;br /&gt;As noites brancas de lua,&lt;br /&gt;vagido que vem da rua,&lt;br /&gt;as nuvens rubras de sal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma aurora raiada&lt;br /&gt;um clarão abrindo o escuro.&lt;br /&gt;Todo o desenho das flores&lt;br /&gt;na aquarela do jardim.&lt;br /&gt;Nas rendas que o amor tecia&lt;br /&gt;do azul do mar exauria&lt;br /&gt;um oceano sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas conchas das minhas mãos&lt;br /&gt;um rio sem travessia.&lt;br /&gt;Um cardume de esperança&lt;br /&gt;luzindo em meio ao mar.&lt;br /&gt;Nas ondas , meu corpo é bruma,&lt;br /&gt;imponderável espuma&lt;br /&gt;nas conchas de todo o olhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-5661488253110809211?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/5661488253110809211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/11/conchas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/5661488253110809211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;O vento em meu rosto e toda a passarada&lt;br /&gt;cabelo em desalinho ,eu tinha o pé na estrada&lt;br /&gt;tinha fruta no pé, flores, canaviais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu pai na batalha pra educar os filhos.&lt;br /&gt;A mãe, casa e cozinha ou costurando em paz.&lt;br /&gt;A velha melodia que inda bem conheço&lt;br /&gt;nas noites de verão o violão, o apreço&lt;br /&gt;seriam laços fortes desfazendo o avesso&lt;br /&gt;o desatar de tudo que a idade faz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fio da meada trouxe um estranho canto.&lt;br /&gt;Pelo vazio em mim estou despida e só.&lt;br /&gt;Saliva o meu orgulho fustigando a sorte&lt;br /&gt;distante e a deriva debandou meu norte&lt;br /&gt;Ao descerrar ao sonho e fugir da morte&lt;br /&gt;cessa o fluir do tempo e tudo vira pó.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passou o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Calou o violão.&lt;br /&gt;Todo o sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Da vida me restaram pucos fragmentos&lt;br /&gt;Sou um potro galopando a minha&lt;br /&gt;solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-9213485079718300782?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/9213485079718300782/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/11/infancia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/9213485079718300782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/9213485079718300782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/11/infancia.html' title='Infância'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-3720802076033146414</id><published>2010-11-03T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T16:11:16.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cantar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Quem quiser ouvir meu canto acrescente um verso.&lt;br /&gt;Que rascunhe o meu compasso, faça o amor rimar.&lt;br /&gt;Que atravesse a madrugada e durma de manhã.&lt;br /&gt;A noite só termina quando clarear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem quiser cantar comigo crie um tom a mais.&lt;br /&gt;O refrão fica mais lindo e fácil de aprender.&lt;br /&gt;O estribilho vem do encanto que a verdade traz&lt;br /&gt;O tom da poesia pra quem nela crer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cante mais com o coração&lt;br /&gt;deixe o amor iluminar.&lt;br /&gt;Invisível, a tua canção&lt;br /&gt;é o teu sonho a se realizar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-3720802076033146414?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/3720802076033146414/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/11/cantar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/3720802076033146414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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uma saudade teimo, em vão, guardar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu deixo a minha infância em um baú guardado.&lt;br /&gt;Abro ,de vez em quando, pra me resguardar&lt;br /&gt;das velhas cicatrizes, da pele marcada,&lt;br /&gt;da mesma antiga estrada por atravessar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver é isso aí.&lt;br /&gt;Há o tempo de chorar e de sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;Viver é isso aí&lt;br /&gt;Há o tempo de chegar e o de partir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu deixo aos meus filhos o futuro ao lado&lt;br /&gt;verdade inteira e todo o sabor de amar..&lt;br /&gt;A luz que vem do sonho, do prazer sonhado&lt;br /&gt;a garra, a vida, a força para se lutar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida se reflete em nós a cada dia&lt;br /&gt;no brilho que inda houver em flor a vicejar.&lt;br /&gt;Na música, na flora , fauna e poesia&lt;br /&gt;na mágica do dia que só quer raiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver é isso aí.&lt;br /&gt;Há o tempo de chorar e de sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;Viver é isso aí.&lt;br /&gt;Há o tempo de chegar e o de partir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-795643184980554878?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/795643184980554878/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/11/heranca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/795643184980554878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/795643184980554878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/11/heranca.html' title='Herança'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-6703360766096496833</id><published>2010-11-03T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T16:12:53.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luz e tom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Há quem queira ser&lt;br /&gt;uma nota só.&lt;br /&gt;Tom do amor em dó&lt;br /&gt;nó no coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem não queira ver&lt;br /&gt;desta vida o sal&lt;br /&gt;entre o bem e o mal&lt;br /&gt;luz sem direção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas há quem queira ter&lt;br /&gt;a rima nas mãos&lt;br /&gt;ser a criação&lt;br /&gt;harmonia em ré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem queira ser sol&lt;br /&gt;do vento a lição&lt;br /&gt;de soprar em mi&lt;br /&gt;e de ouvir em lá&lt;br /&gt;a nova canção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-6703360766096496833?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/6703360766096496833/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/11/ha-quem-queira-ser-uma-nota-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/6703360766096496833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/6703360766096496833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/11/ha-quem-queira-ser-uma-nota-so.html' title='Luz e tom'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-8132346460166918757</id><published>2010-11-03T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T16:13:47.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosaico</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Há primavera no outono&lt;br /&gt;e geleira no verão.&lt;br /&gt;Há a amplidão na saudade.&lt;br /&gt;Nas nuvens febris da tarde&lt;br /&gt;O contorno da solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dia engolindo estrelas,&lt;br /&gt;asas sonhadas ao vento.&lt;br /&gt;As fissuras se desfazem&lt;br /&gt;Distâncias que já não trazem&lt;br /&gt;a expressão do sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os sonhos toscos de barro&lt;br /&gt;moldados pelo desejo&lt;br /&gt;são pura arte estendida&lt;br /&gt;na terra exata e bendita,&lt;br /&gt;mosaicos de luz e beijo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polvilha o orvalho a alma,&lt;br /&gt;tatua a flor a alegria.&lt;br /&gt;Réstias de sol estendidas&lt;br /&gt;nuances de nossas vidas,&lt;br /&gt;desfecho de mais um dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-8132346460166918757?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/8132346460166918757/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/11/mosaico.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/8132346460166918757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/8132346460166918757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/11/mosaico.html' title='Mosaico'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-1606926367505371913</id><published>2010-11-03T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T16:14:09.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lâmina</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Quero animar a esperança&lt;br /&gt;desalojar a incerteza.&lt;br /&gt;Agonizar o meu medo&lt;br /&gt;fertilizar meus segredos&lt;br /&gt;restilhas de chama acesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lâmina na esperança&lt;br /&gt;separa o tempo sem lua&lt;br /&gt;do tempo sem vento quente&lt;br /&gt;antagonia presente&lt;br /&gt;no espanto que vem da rua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No incinerar da vingança&lt;br /&gt;pauto o meu sexto sentido.&lt;br /&gt;O tato do meu destino&lt;br /&gt;a força do sol a pino&lt;br /&gt;no calor do meu ouvido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o exato silêncio&lt;br /&gt;das horas perenizadas.&lt;br /&gt;vestígios de amor e gesto&lt;br /&gt;e de meus rastros impressos&lt;br /&gt;escombros de mim: mais nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-1606926367505371913?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/1606926367505371913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/11/lamina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/1606926367505371913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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feliz e ser raiz a despertar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo para e a natureza silencia&lt;br /&gt;numa magia que faz tudo levitar.&lt;br /&gt;O vento varre a solidão e a nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;e só poesia faz o corpo respirar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma lagoa pra nadar todo o cansaço&lt;br /&gt;num só compasso a vida se refaz em flor.&lt;br /&gt;A terra e o céu unem o mundo num abraço&lt;br /&gt;e todo espaço canta e a vida canta o amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-486020860653352027?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/486020860653352027/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/10/raiz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/486020860653352027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/486020860653352027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/10/raiz.html' title='RAIZ'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-7723944600501577588</id><published>2010-10-29T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T15:55:22.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harmonia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A noite adormece sem usuras&lt;br /&gt;a lua iluminando os sonhos meus.&lt;br /&gt;A nossa história simples, sem rasuras,&lt;br /&gt;lacunas que a verdade preencheu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, sem ferrugem, brilha o horizonte,&lt;br /&gt;o céu em harmonia de néon&lt;br /&gt;é beijo cristalino, água da fonte,&lt;br /&gt;prenúncio, calmaria, tempo bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na pauta dos meus olhos a alegria&lt;br /&gt;sem dores, desconheço solidão.&lt;br /&gt;Amor eu sou, a luz da estrela é minha,&lt;br /&gt;meu canto no vislumbre do perdão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recriar do tempo a paz me ensina.&lt;br /&gt;A alma se refaz em inspiração.&lt;br /&gt;É a calma que transforma a vida em rima&lt;br /&gt;no enlace da poesia e da canção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim o mundo segue o seu compasso,&lt;br /&gt;meus passos vão trilhando o amanhecer,&lt;br /&gt;unindo o universo num abraço:&lt;br /&gt;o orgasmo silencioso de viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani-LETRA&lt;br /&gt;Marcus viana-MÚSICA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-7723944600501577588?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/7723944600501577588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/10/harmonia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/7723944600501577588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/7723944600501577588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/10/harmonia.html' title='Harmonia'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-3288699077773600160</id><published>2010-10-29T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T15:55:55.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Floração</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A tua língua lambe a linha do horizonte&lt;br /&gt;no contorno da saudade e sedução.&lt;br /&gt;Pereniza o meu prazer e todo o instante,&lt;br /&gt;aguça e atiça toda a criação.&lt;br /&gt;Reescreve a geometria do universo&lt;br /&gt;dilata a pupila da canção.&lt;br /&gt;concebe sinfonias, rimas, versos,&lt;br /&gt;antecipa dentro em mim a floração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tua boca mastiga o que eu vislumbro&lt;br /&gt;converte em claridade a escuridão&lt;br /&gt;a tua mão apalpa o meu ciúme&lt;br /&gt;transforma o que é rascunho em inspiração.&lt;br /&gt;E por tuas veredas, que são tantas,&lt;br /&gt;teu rastro cede rumo à lassidão.&lt;br /&gt;Gesto e tato ao alcance do meu faro.&lt;br /&gt;Teu corpo faz de mim constelação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-3288699077773600160?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/3288699077773600160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/10/floracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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style="color:#003300;"&gt;A salmoura da saudade&lt;br /&gt;solta um fio de esperança.&lt;br /&gt;O novelo da ansiedade&lt;br /&gt;no desenlace da infância.&lt;br /&gt;Desnudam lagos e rios&lt;br /&gt;meu tempo é de navagar&lt;br /&gt;por rumos,novos desvios,&lt;br /&gt;espasmos de luz no olhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boca da liberdade&lt;br /&gt;libera o pólen da vida&lt;br /&gt;alimenta a claridade,&lt;br /&gt;semente de luz vestida.&lt;br /&gt;Destrava as portas antigas&lt;br /&gt;retona do breu e aflora.&lt;br /&gt;A vida passa tão breve&lt;br /&gt;no descompasso das horas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-642246886949421481?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/642246886949421481/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/09/descompasso.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/642246886949421481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/642246886949421481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/09/descompasso.html' title='Descompasso'/><author><name>Marilia Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-9040181424798128763</id><published>2010-09-07T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T20:30:20.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marilia Abduani no Jornal a Voz de Maricá RJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/TIcDNCS3N8I/AAAAAAAAAHs/JtNQ7qn8RZ8/s1600/Marilia_materia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 118px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514379791227631554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/TIcDNCS3N8I/AAAAAAAAAHs/JtNQ7qn8RZ8/s320/Marilia_materia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Abduani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517595251615068154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/ShXKjW2OImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-4gCfZN8lhk/S220/Marilia+sem+nariz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5QZzzy6BmU/TIcDNCS3N8I/AAAAAAAAAHs/JtNQ7qn8RZ8/s72-c/Marilia_materia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496945219260915451.post-1783886267703622133</id><published>2010-09-02T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T15:57:14.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A alma desgarrada&lt;br /&gt;circula doidamente&lt;br /&gt;por onde o foge o rio&lt;br /&gt;por onde dorme o dia&lt;br /&gt;na nostalgia presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ocre do caminho&lt;br /&gt;a rosa inquieta jaz.&lt;br /&gt;Cores desconhecidas&lt;br /&gt;calma desvalida&lt;br /&gt;andrógino frio mordaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teias de aranha no teto&lt;br /&gt;cobrem o baço caminho&lt;br /&gt;por onde o sono lateja&lt;br /&gt;por onde transpiram, gotejam&lt;br /&gt;lágrimas, sangue e vinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo o suor derramado&lt;br /&gt;desce , espesso e quente&lt;br /&gt;por onde a esperança some&lt;br /&gt;por onde a boca da noite&lt;br /&gt;mastiga a sede e a fome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-1783886267703622133?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/1783886267703622133/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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guardado.&lt;br /&gt;Nen quente nem frio, é morno&lt;br /&gt;o meu coração decepado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilia Abduani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496945219260915451-3312187802771041690?l=mariliaabduani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/feeds/3312187802771041690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaabduani.blogspot.com/2010/09/anseio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/3312187802771041690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8496945219260915451/posts/default/3312187802771041690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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