<?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-4416578861177552742</id><updated>2012-02-07T09:27:07.336-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mar de Sophia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559084438167260856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-5246045384350091577</id><published>2012-02-07T09:20:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T09:22:56.581-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sECzKNmk5MY/TzEJN1bgR2I/AAAAAAAAAK0/_QhHUeUAVaI/s1600/00000001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 305px; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706352336140519266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sECzKNmk5MY/TzEJN1bgR2I/AAAAAAAAAK0/_QhHUeUAVaI/s400/00000001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chamo-Te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chamo-Te porque tudo está ainda no princípio&lt;br /&gt;E suportar é o tempo mais comprido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço-Te que venhas e me dês a liberdade,&lt;br /&gt;Que um só de Teus olhares me purifique e acabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há muitas coisas que não quero ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço-Te que sejas o presente.&lt;br /&gt;Peço-Te que inundes tudo.&lt;br /&gt;E que o Teu reino antes do tempo venha&lt;br /&gt;E se derrame sobre a Terra&lt;br /&gt;Em Primavera feroz precipitado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-5246045384350091577?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/5246045384350091577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=5246045384350091577' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/5246045384350091577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/5246045384350091577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/2012/02/chamo-te-chamo-te-porque-tudo-esta.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559084438167260856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sECzKNmk5MY/TzEJN1bgR2I/AAAAAAAAAK0/_QhHUeUAVaI/s72-c/00000001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-2506447188033088304</id><published>2011-07-09T21:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T21:40:59.862-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2mLdRYEGB4I/ThjyqHv_JMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/AZrTePIzhgY/s1600/Alemanha%2Be%2B%25C3%2581ustria%2B105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627514539848180930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2mLdRYEGB4I/ThjyqHv_JMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/AZrTePIzhgY/s400/Alemanha%2Be%2B%25C3%2581ustria%2B105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui, deposta enfim a minha imagem,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que é jogo e tudo o que é passagem.&lt;br /&gt;No interior das coisas canto nua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui livre sou eu - eco da lua&lt;br /&gt;E dos jardins, os gestos recebidos&lt;br /&gt;E o tumulto dos gestos pressentidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui sou eu em tudo quanto amei.&lt;br /&gt;Não pelo meu ser que só atravessei,&lt;br /&gt;Não pelo meu rumor que só perdi,&lt;br /&gt;Não pelos incertos atos que vivi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas por tudo de quanto ressoei&lt;br /&gt;E em cujo amor de amor me eternizei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-2506447188033088304?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/2506447188033088304/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=2506447188033088304' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/2506447188033088304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/2506447188033088304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/2011/07/aqui-deposta-enfim-minha-imagem-tudo-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559084438167260856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2mLdRYEGB4I/ThjyqHv_JMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/AZrTePIzhgY/s72-c/Alemanha%2Be%2B%25C3%2581ustria%2B105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-4401693328038423074</id><published>2010-06-26T14:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T14:37:58.035-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/TCY6HmZASCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/PfJZ-G83S2s/s1600/blog+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487137098236446754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/TCY6HmZASCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/PfJZ-G83S2s/s400/blog+9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque os outros vão à sombra dos abrigos&lt;br /&gt;E tu vais de mãos dadas com os perigos.&lt;br /&gt;Porque os outros calculam mas tu não.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-4401693328038423074?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/4401693328038423074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=4401693328038423074' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/4401693328038423074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/4401693328038423074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/2010/06/porque-os-outros-vao-sombra-dos-abrigos.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559084438167260856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/TCY6HmZASCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/PfJZ-G83S2s/s72-c/blog+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-891590589463985089</id><published>2009-06-01T17:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T17:42:10.354-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SiQ88torieI/AAAAAAAAAJo/PKpFg_OW2xk/s1600-h/blog11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342462071708289506" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SiQ88torieI/AAAAAAAAAJo/PKpFg_OW2xk/s400/blog11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ponto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ponto onde o silêncio e a solidão&lt;br /&gt;Se cruzam com a noite e com o frio,&lt;br /&gt;Esperei como quem espera em vão,&lt;br /&gt;Tão nítido e preciso era o vazio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-891590589463985089?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/891590589463985089/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=891590589463985089' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/891590589463985089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/891590589463985089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-ponto-no-ponto-onde-o-silencio-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559084438167260856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SiQ88torieI/AAAAAAAAAJo/PKpFg_OW2xk/s72-c/blog11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-3104730595605923695</id><published>2009-05-30T15:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T15:02:27.862-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SiF0UZqeTCI/AAAAAAAAAJg/nE9Qkwe2iG4/s1600-h/ablog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341678526873357346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SiF0UZqeTCI/AAAAAAAAAJg/nE9Qkwe2iG4/s400/ablog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tanto me dói que as coisas passem&lt;br /&gt;É porque cada instante em mim foi vivo&lt;br /&gt;Na luta por um bem definitivo&lt;br /&gt;Em que as coisas de amor se eternizassem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-3104730595605923695?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/3104730595605923695/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=3104730595605923695' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/3104730595605923695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/3104730595605923695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/2009/05/se-tanto-me-doi-que-as-coisas-passem-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559084438167260856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SiF0UZqeTCI/AAAAAAAAAJg/nE9Qkwe2iG4/s72-c/ablog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-2317397018926342495</id><published>2009-04-30T08:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T08:25:17.063-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SfmKUncZZCI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Fs5kxj8QKns/s1600-h/blog3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330443720759796770" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SfmKUncZZCI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Fs5kxj8QKns/s400/blog3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devagar no jardim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devagar no jardim a noite poisa&lt;br /&gt;E o bailado dos seus passos&lt;br /&gt;Liberta a minha alma dos seus laços&lt;br /&gt;Como se de novo fosse criada cada coisa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-2317397018926342495?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/2317397018926342495/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=2317397018926342495' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/2317397018926342495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/2317397018926342495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/2009/04/devagar-no-jardim-devagar-no-jardim.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559084438167260856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SfmKUncZZCI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Fs5kxj8QKns/s72-c/blog3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-6273179058043873442</id><published>2009-04-29T12:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T12:37:02.161-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SfhzZfBOYvI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SlfSR55S63Q/s1600-h/aa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330137040653542130" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SfhzZfBOYvI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SlfSR55S63Q/s400/aa1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pascoaes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui a bruma a noite o sete-estrelo&lt;br /&gt;O sussurrar de brisas e de fonte&lt;br /&gt;Aqui o tempo anterior puro horizonte&lt;br /&gt;O ser um com a luz a flor o monte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A terra se desvenda verso a verso&lt;br /&gt;seu rosto é de pinhais sombras e mágoas&lt;br /&gt;Aqui o puro emergir: luas e águas&lt;br /&gt;E o antigo tempo irmão do universo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-6273179058043873442?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/6273179058043873442/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=6273179058043873442' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/6273179058043873442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/6273179058043873442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/2009/04/pascoaes-aqui-bruma-noite-o-sete.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559084438167260856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SfhzZfBOYvI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SlfSR55S63Q/s72-c/aa1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-5907345552588595780</id><published>2009-04-27T11:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T11:03:37.101-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SfW64BoqXqI/AAAAAAAAAJA/f9-QcX6EhCw/s1600-h/blo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329371205737275042" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SfW64BoqXqI/AAAAAAAAAJA/f9-QcX6EhCw/s400/blo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falamos juntos à luz. Lá fora a noite&lt;br /&gt;Imóvel brilha sobre o mar parado.&lt;br /&gt;À sombra das palavrs do teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Em mim se inscreve como se durasse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-5907345552588595780?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/5907345552588595780/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=5907345552588595780' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/5907345552588595780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SfG48iGy1xI/AAAAAAAAAI4/srTclrVKo60/s1600-h/blog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328243184242972434" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SfG48iGy1xI/AAAAAAAAAI4/srTclrVKo60/s400/blog2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cá fora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abre a porta e caminha&lt;br /&gt;Cá fora&lt;br /&gt;Na nitidez salina do real&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-3726552477382223850?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/3726552477382223850/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=3726552477382223850' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-5801854293496708728</id><published>2009-03-29T10:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T10:41:06.971-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/Sc94zZhLOKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/X-8S-Ht3DjY/s1600-h/pessoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318602509366540450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/Sc94zZhLOKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/X-8S-Ht3DjY/s400/pessoa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Hydra, evocando  Fernando Pessoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando na manhã de Junho o navio ancorou em Hydra&lt;br /&gt;(E foi pelo som do cabo a descer que eu soube que ancorava)&lt;br /&gt;Saí da cabine e debrucei-me ávida&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o rosto do real - mais preciso e mais novo do que o&lt;br /&gt;imaginado&lt;br /&gt;Ante a meticulosa limpidez dessa manhã num porto&lt;br /&gt;Ante a meticulosa limpidez dessa manhã num porto de uma&lt;br /&gt;ilha grega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murmurei o teu nome&lt;br /&gt;O teu ambíguo nome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu destino deveria ter passado neste porto&lt;br /&gt;Onde tudo se torna impessoal e livre&lt;br /&gt;Onde tudo é divino como convém ao real&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-5801854293496708728?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/5801854293496708728/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=5801854293496708728' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-1062876409824463183</id><published>2009-03-28T11:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T11:44:03.081-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/Sc43K2DHmjI/AAAAAAAAAIo/WmEQ0X-19ks/s1600-h/sophia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318248869417949746" style="WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/Sc43K2DHmjI/AAAAAAAAAIo/WmEQ0X-19ks/s400/sophia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu me perdi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu me perdi na sordidez de um mundo&lt;br /&gt;Onde era preciso ser&lt;br /&gt;Polícia agiota fariseu&lt;br /&gt;Ou cocote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu me perdi na sordidez do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Eu me salvei na limpidez da terra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu me busquei no vento e me encontrei no mar&lt;br /&gt;E nunca&lt;br /&gt;Um navio da costa se afastou&lt;br /&gt;Sem me levar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-1062876409824463183?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/1062876409824463183/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=1062876409824463183' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/1062876409824463183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/1062876409824463183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/2009/03/eu-me-perdi-eu-me-perdi-na-sordidez-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559084438167260856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/Sc43K2DHmjI/AAAAAAAAAIo/WmEQ0X-19ks/s72-c/sophia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-4433164693223708281</id><published>2008-10-27T13:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T13:41:10.948-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SQXg4lqdOeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/U4WxwvEtpuU/s1600-h/2978197884_49f5d44664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261859002439776738" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SQXg4lqdOeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/U4WxwvEtpuU/s400/2978197884_49f5d44664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixai-me limpo&lt;br /&gt;O ar dos quartos&lt;br /&gt;E liso&lt;br /&gt;O branco das paredes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixai-me com as coisas&lt;br /&gt;Fundadas no silêncio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-4433164693223708281?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/4433164693223708281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=4433164693223708281' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/4433164693223708281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/4433164693223708281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/2008/10/instante-deixai-me-limpo-o-ar-dos.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559084438167260856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SQXg4lqdOeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/U4WxwvEtpuU/s72-c/2978197884_49f5d44664.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-8738393462218603141</id><published>2008-07-20T11:34:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:36:56.637-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SINM_3eqNNI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2kP1USmOMJ4/s1600-h/mares.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225104652787922130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SINM_3eqNNI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2kP1USmOMJ4/s400/mares.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 de abril&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a madrugada que eu esperava&lt;br /&gt;O dia inicial inteiro e limpo&lt;br /&gt;Onde emergimos da noite e do silêncio&lt;br /&gt;E livres habitamos a substância do tempo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-8738393462218603141?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/8738393462218603141/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=8738393462218603141' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/8738393462218603141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/8738393462218603141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/2008/07/25-de-abril-esta-madrugada-que-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559084438167260856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SINM_3eqNNI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2kP1USmOMJ4/s72-c/mares.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-3290663964028866354</id><published>2008-07-16T07:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:36:57.206-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SH3OzU623bI/AAAAAAAAAGE/b9fL0M0B52g/s1600-h/acanto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223558524003868082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SH3OzU623bI/AAAAAAAAAGE/b9fL0M0B52g/s400/acanto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inventei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inventei a dança para me disfarçar.&lt;br /&gt;Ébria de solidão eu quis viver.&lt;br /&gt;E cobri de gestos a nudez da minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu era semelhante às paisagens esperando&lt;br /&gt;E ninguém me podia entender.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-3290663964028866354?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/3290663964028866354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=3290663964028866354' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/3290663964028866354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/3290663964028866354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/2008/07/inventei-inventei-dana-para-me-disfarar_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559084438167260856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SH3OzU623bI/AAAAAAAAAGE/b9fL0M0B52g/s72-c/acanto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-3676754579059263642</id><published>2008-06-25T11:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:36:58.110-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SGJWh0pI-_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/vmKVKyi2tSA/s1600-h/aliberdade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215826457515326450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SGJWh0pI-_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/vmKVKyi2tSA/s400/aliberdade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procelária&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É vista quando há vento e grande vaga&lt;br /&gt;Ela faz o ninho no rolar da fúria&lt;br /&gt;E voa firme e certa como bala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As suas asas empresta à tempestade&lt;br /&gt;Quando os leões do mar rugem nas grutas&lt;br /&gt;Sobre os abismos passa e vai em frente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela não busca a rocha o cabo o cais&lt;br /&gt;Mas faz da insegurança a sua força&lt;br /&gt;E do risco de morrer seu alimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso me parece a imagem justa&lt;br /&gt;Para quem vive e canta no mau tempo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-3676754579059263642?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/3676754579059263642/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=3676754579059263642' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/3676754579059263642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/3676754579059263642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/2008/06/procelria-vista-quando-h-vento-e-grande.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559084438167260856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SGJWh0pI-_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/vmKVKyi2tSA/s72-c/aliberdade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-6860729664591612068</id><published>2008-06-20T13:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:36:58.542-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SFvZwwbpuEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/p8bs8JuGrOM/s1600-h/Torres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214000425269311554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SFvZwwbpuEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/p8bs8JuGrOM/s400/Torres.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senti que estava às portas do meu reino,&lt;br /&gt;Entre as sombras brilhavam as paisagens&lt;br /&gt;Que os meus sonhos antigos desejavam.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o terror expulsou-me das imagens&lt;br /&gt;Onde já os meus membros penetravam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-6860729664591612068?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/6860729664591612068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-2161860600538895332</id><published>2008-06-06T08:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:36:58.779-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SEkiu52ZrZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/vxPUygyLFKU/s1600-h/baleia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208732633229012370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SEkiu52ZrZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/vxPUygyLFKU/s400/baleia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo me é uma dança em que procuro&lt;br /&gt;A posição ideal,&lt;br /&gt;Seguindo o fio dum sonhar obscuro&lt;br /&gt;Onde invento o real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À minha volta sinto naufragar&lt;br /&gt;Tantos gestos perdidos&lt;br /&gt;Mas a alma, dispersa nos sentidos,&lt;br /&gt;Sobe os degraus do ar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-2161860600538895332?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/2161860600538895332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=2161860600538895332' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/2161860600538895332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/2161860600538895332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/2008/06/tudo-tudo-me-uma-dana-em-que-procuro.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559084438167260856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SEkiu52ZrZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/vxPUygyLFKU/s72-c/baleia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-3218099224289823318</id><published>2008-06-03T17:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:36:58.948-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SEWncj9Pq5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/5s_PwlWYHeU/s1600-h/casa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207752653254142866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SEWncj9Pq5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/5s_PwlWYHeU/s400/casa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Em nome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em nome da tua ausência&lt;br /&gt;Construí com loucura uma grande casa branca&lt;br /&gt;E ao longo das paredes te chorei&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-3218099224289823318?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/3218099224289823318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=3218099224289823318' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/3218099224289823318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/3218099224289823318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/2008/06/em-nome-em-nome-da-tua-ausncia-constru.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559084438167260856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SEWncj9Pq5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/5s_PwlWYHeU/s72-c/casa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-2731862761236245740</id><published>2008-05-29T11:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:36:59.191-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SD63ScsXzhI/AAAAAAAAAFE/LkICmNOZnqY/s1600-h/sophia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205799746854702610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SD63ScsXzhI/AAAAAAAAAFE/LkICmNOZnqY/s400/sophia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No alto mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No alto mar&lt;br /&gt;A luz escorre&lt;br /&gt;Lisa sobre a água.&lt;br /&gt;Planície infinita&lt;br /&gt;Que ninguém habita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Sol brilha enorme&lt;br /&gt;Sem que ninguém forme&lt;br /&gt;Gestos na sua luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livre e verde a água ondula&lt;br /&gt;Graça que não modula&lt;br /&gt;O sonho de ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São claros e vastos os espaços&lt;br /&gt;Onde baloiça o vento&lt;br /&gt;E ninguém nunca de delícia ou de tormento&lt;br /&gt;Abre neles os seus braços.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-2731862761236245740?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/2731862761236245740/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=2731862761236245740' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/2731862761236245740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/2731862761236245740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-alto-mar-no-alto-mar-luz-escorre.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559084438167260856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SD63ScsXzhI/AAAAAAAAAFE/LkICmNOZnqY/s72-c/sophia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-533218869734868032</id><published>2008-05-24T13:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:36:59.390-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SDg868sXzgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/jfcYPGJtOns/s1600-h/mardesophia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203976352848924162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SDg868sXzgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/jfcYPGJtOns/s400/mardesophia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reino de medusas e água lisa&lt;br /&gt;Reino de silêncio luz e pedra&lt;br /&gt;Habitação das formas espantosas&lt;br /&gt;Coluna de sal e círculo de luz&lt;br /&gt;Medida da Balança misteriosa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-533218869734868032?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/533218869734868032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=533218869734868032' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/533218869734868032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/533218869734868032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/2008/05/reino-reino-de-medusas-e-gua-lisa-reino.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559084438167260856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SDg868sXzgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/jfcYPGJtOns/s72-c/mardesophia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-8513469858765545676</id><published>2008-05-20T17:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:36:59.533-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SDM4fkJT_GI/AAAAAAAAAE0/dSStQEyGZ9A/s1600-h/luz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202564109472889954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SDM4fkJT_GI/AAAAAAAAAE0/dSStQEyGZ9A/s400/luz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A luz e a casa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em redor da luz&lt;br /&gt;Com sombras e brancos&lt;br /&gt;A casa se procura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minhas mãos quase tocam&lt;br /&gt;O branco respirar&lt;br /&gt;Da sua atenção pura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-8513469858765545676?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/8513469858765545676/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=8513469858765545676' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/8513469858765545676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/8513469858765545676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/2008/05/luz-e-casa-em-redor-da-luz-com-sombras.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559084438167260856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SDM4fkJT_GI/AAAAAAAAAE0/dSStQEyGZ9A/s72-c/luz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-3444592686675771111</id><published>2008-05-16T12:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:36:59.950-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SC2iREJT_FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/4Eu8QFbTbQQ/s1600-h/mares.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200991558737067090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SC2iREJT_FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/4Eu8QFbTbQQ/s400/mares.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fontes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia quebrarei todas as pontes&lt;br /&gt;Que ligam o meu ser vivo e total,&lt;br /&gt;À agitação do mundo irreal,&lt;br /&gt;E calma subirei até às fontes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irei até às fontes onde mora&lt;br /&gt;A plenitude, o límpido esplendor&lt;br /&gt;Que me foi prometido em cada hora,&lt;br /&gt;E na face incompleta do amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irei beber a luz e o amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;Irei beber a voz dessa promessa&lt;br /&gt;Que às vezes como um voo me atravessa,&lt;br /&gt;E nela cumprirei todo o meu ser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-3444592686675771111?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/3444592686675771111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=3444592686675771111' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/3444592686675771111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/3444592686675771111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/2008/05/as-fontes-um-dia-quebrarei-todas-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559084438167260856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SC2iREJT_FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/4Eu8QFbTbQQ/s72-c/mares.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-8477959284658996502</id><published>2008-05-15T09:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:37:00.104-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SCwpU0JT_EI/AAAAAAAAAEk/mMT30naXO9o/s1600-h/nuvens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200577107277904962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SCwpU0JT_EI/AAAAAAAAAEk/mMT30naXO9o/s400/nuvens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacode as nuvens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacode as nuvens que te poisam nos cabelos,&lt;br /&gt;Sacode as aves que te levam o olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Sacode os sonhos mais pesados do que as pedras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu cheguei e é tempo de me veres,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que os meus gestos te trespassem&lt;br /&gt;De solidão e tu caias em poeira,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que a minha voz queime o ar que respiras&lt;br /&gt;E os teus olhos nunca mais possam olhar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-8477959284658996502?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/8477959284658996502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=8477959284658996502' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/8477959284658996502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/8477959284658996502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/2008/05/sacode-as-nuvens-sacode-as-nuvens-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559084438167260856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/SCwpU0JT_EI/AAAAAAAAAEk/mMT30naXO9o/s72-c/nuvens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-841078137022805136</id><published>2008-03-02T11:11:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:37:00.276-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/R8q13uukPEI/AAAAAAAAAEc/IpDtEd3vm1Y/s1600-h/pes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173147091029212226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/R8q13uukPEI/AAAAAAAAAEc/IpDtEd3vm1Y/s400/pes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pooema perdido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu trazia rios de frescura&lt;br /&gt;E claros horizontes de pureza&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo se perdeu ante a secura&lt;br /&gt;De combater em vão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E as arestas finas e vivas do meu reino&lt;br /&gt;São o claro brilhar da solidão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-841078137022805136?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/841078137022805136/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=841078137022805136' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-6612873630951340945</id><published>2008-03-02T10:58:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:37:00.380-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/R8qyq-ukPDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tZ-IgGKSz_8/s1600-h/flores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173143573450996786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/R8qyq-ukPDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tZ-IgGKSz_8/s400/flores.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era preciso agradecer às flores&lt;br /&gt;Terem guardado em si.&lt;br /&gt;Límpida e pura,&lt;br /&gt;Aquela promessa antiga&lt;br /&gt;De uma manhã futura.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-6612873630951340945?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/6612873630951340945/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=6612873630951340945' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/6612873630951340945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/6612873630951340945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/2008/03/flores-era-preciso-agradecer-s-flores.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559084438167260856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/R8qyq-ukPDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tZ-IgGKSz_8/s72-c/flores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-3903343895167899929</id><published>2008-02-06T13:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:37:00.540-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/R6nUwh4cvdI/AAAAAAAAAEM/j4hP9h31DCA/s1600-h/mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163892377950928338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/R6nUwh4cvdI/AAAAAAAAAEM/j4hP9h31DCA/s400/mar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terror de te amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terror de te amar num sítio tão frágil&lt;br /&gt;como o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Mal de te amar neste lugar de&lt;br /&gt;imperfeição&lt;br /&gt;Onde tudo nos quebra e emudece&lt;br /&gt;Onde tudo nos mente e nos separa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-3903343895167899929?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/3903343895167899929/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=3903343895167899929' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/3903343895167899929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/3903343895167899929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/2008/02/terror-de-te-amar-terror-de-te-amar-num.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559084438167260856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/R6nUwh4cvdI/AAAAAAAAAEM/j4hP9h31DCA/s72-c/mar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-8502766844652118278</id><published>2008-01-17T20:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:37:00.708-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/R4_Wwl4sVCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5JDf9cQrLmw/s1600-h/amardesophia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156576228654470178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/R4_Wwl4sVCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5JDf9cQrLmw/s400/amardesophia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intervalo II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dai-me um dia branco, um mar de beladona&lt;br /&gt;Um movimento&lt;br /&gt;Inteiro, unido, adormecido&lt;br /&gt;Como um só momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero caminhar como quem dorme&lt;br /&gt;Entre países sem nome que flutuam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagens tão mudas&lt;br /&gt;Que ao olhá-las me pareça&lt;br /&gt;Que fechei os olhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia em que se possa não saber.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-8502766844652118278?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/8502766844652118278/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=8502766844652118278' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/8502766844652118278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/8502766844652118278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/2008/01/intervalo-ii-dai-me-um-dia-branco-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559084438167260856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/R4_Wwl4sVCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5JDf9cQrLmw/s72-c/amardesophia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-920315678557328468</id><published>2007-12-27T12:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:37:00.865-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/R3O4uF4sVBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/d7MvJ8Mvc9U/s1600-h/mares.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148661901008065554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/R3O4uF4sVBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/d7MvJ8Mvc9U/s400/mares.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Estátua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas suas mãos a voz do mar dormia&lt;br /&gt;Nos seus cabelos  o vento de esculpia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A luz rolava entre os seus braços frios&lt;br /&gt;E nos seus olhos cegos e vazios&lt;br /&gt;Boiava o rasto branco dos navios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-920315678557328468?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/920315678557328468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=920315678557328468' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/920315678557328468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/920315678557328468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/2007/12/esttua-nas-suas-mos-voz-do-mar-dormia.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559084438167260856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/R3O4uF4sVBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/d7MvJ8Mvc9U/s72-c/mares.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-6219118926992772226</id><published>2007-12-02T12:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:37:01.006-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/R1K_WTQvY0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/rojEvZkn-wg/s1600-R/blogmar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139380514631672642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/R1K_WTQvY0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/cUVkzujFjb8/s400/blogmar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se perdeu nada em mim   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se perdeu nenhuma coisa em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Continuam as noites e os poentes&lt;br /&gt;Que escorreram na casa e no jardim,&lt;br /&gt;Continuam as vozes diferentes&lt;br /&gt;Que intactas no meu ser estão suspensas.&lt;br /&gt;Trago o terror e trago a claridade,&lt;br /&gt;E através de todas as presenças&lt;br /&gt;Caminho para a única unidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-6219118926992772226?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/6219118926992772226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=6219118926992772226' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/6219118926992772226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/6219118926992772226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-se-perdeu-nada-em-mim-no-se-perdeu.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559084438167260856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/R1K_WTQvY0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/cUVkzujFjb8/s72-c/blogmar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-4803551808324014849</id><published>2007-10-28T15:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:37:01.148-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/RyTH-5c4zLI/AAAAAAAAADs/129w9VgPleA/s1600-h/anjo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126442159242267826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/RyTH-5c4zLI/AAAAAAAAADs/129w9VgPleA/s400/anjo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mar passa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mar passa de onda em onda repetido&lt;br /&gt;O meu nome fantástico e secreto&lt;br /&gt;Que só os anjos do vento reconhecem&lt;br /&gt;Quando os encontro e perco de repente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-4803551808324014849?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/4803551808324014849/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=4803551808324014849' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/4803551808324014849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/4803551808324014849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-mar-passa-no-mar-passa-de-onda-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559084438167260856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/RyTH-5c4zLI/AAAAAAAAADs/129w9VgPleA/s72-c/anjo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-1693168377502869897</id><published>2007-10-28T15:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:37:01.284-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/RyTECpc4zII/AAAAAAAAADY/Nwu7T4tJRY0/s1600-h/pes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126437825620266114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/RyTECpc4zII/AAAAAAAAADY/Nwu7T4tJRY0/s400/pes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não te chamo para te conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Conheço tudo à força de não ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço-te que venhas e me dês&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco de ti mesmo onde eu habite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-1693168377502869897?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/1693168377502869897/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=1693168377502869897' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/1693168377502869897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/1693168377502869897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-te-chamo-para-te-conhecer-conheo.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559084438167260856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/RyTECpc4zII/AAAAAAAAADY/Nwu7T4tJRY0/s72-c/pes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-8307179716590839227</id><published>2007-10-28T15:04:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:37:01.422-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/RyTBU5c4zHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bzIWvvvv2IA/s1600-h/musa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126434840617995378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/RyTBU5c4zHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bzIWvvvv2IA/s400/musa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui me sentei quieta&lt;br /&gt;Com as mãos sobre os joelhos&lt;br /&gt;Quieta muda secreta&lt;br /&gt;Passiva como os espelhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musa ensina-me o canto&lt;br /&gt;Imanente e latente&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ouvir devagar&lt;br /&gt;O teu súbito falar&lt;br /&gt;Que me foge de repente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-8307179716590839227?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/8307179716590839227/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=8307179716590839227' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/8307179716590839227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/8307179716590839227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/2007/10/musa-aqui-me-sentei-quieta-com-as-mos.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559084438167260856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/RyTBU5c4zHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bzIWvvvv2IA/s72-c/musa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-2527352764904310124</id><published>2007-10-28T14:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:37:01.603-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/RyS_p5c4zGI/AAAAAAAAADI/t4JeRLyPMqE/s1600-h/flores3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126433002371992674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/RyS_p5c4zGI/AAAAAAAAADI/t4JeRLyPMqE/s400/flores3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era preciso agradecer às flores&lt;br /&gt;Terem guardado em si,&lt;br /&gt;Límpia e pura,&lt;br /&gt;Aquela promessa antiga&lt;br /&gt;De uma manhã futura.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-2527352764904310124?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/2527352764904310124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=2527352764904310124' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/2527352764904310124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/2527352764904310124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/2007/10/flores-era-preciso-agradecer-s-flores.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559084438167260856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/RyS_p5c4zGI/AAAAAAAAADI/t4JeRLyPMqE/s72-c/flores3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-4131435227757077890</id><published>2007-10-28T14:45:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:37:01.826-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/RyS8t5c4zFI/AAAAAAAAADA/N5egnKrWUok/s1600-h/vazio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126429772556586066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/RyS8t5c4zFI/AAAAAAAAADA/N5egnKrWUok/s400/vazio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vazio desenhava desde sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vazio desenhava desde sempre a forma do teu&lt;br /&gt;rosto&lt;br /&gt;Todas as coisas serviam para nos ensinar&lt;br /&gt;A ardente perfeição da tua ausência.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-4131435227757077890?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/4131435227757077890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=4131435227757077890' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/4131435227757077890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/4131435227757077890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-vazio-desenhava-desde-sempre-o-vazio.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559084438167260856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/RyS8t5c4zFI/AAAAAAAAADA/N5egnKrWUok/s72-c/vazio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-5167217654088677318</id><published>2007-10-28T14:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:37:01.993-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/RyS5bJc4zEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/RdbSTK8VLPM/s1600-h/janela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126426151899155522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/RyS5bJc4zEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/RdbSTK8VLPM/s400/janela.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas na janela o ângulo intacto duma&lt;br /&gt;espera&lt;br /&gt;Resolve em si o dia liso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-5167217654088677318?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/5167217654088677318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=5167217654088677318' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/5167217654088677318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/5167217654088677318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/2007/10/final-mas-na-janela-o-ngulo-intacto.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559084438167260856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/RyS5bJc4zEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/RdbSTK8VLPM/s72-c/janela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-6458861664879311652</id><published>2007-10-27T13:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:37:02.155-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/RyNacJc4zDI/AAAAAAAAACw/_x-xc8pwsPw/s1600-h/marbranco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126040240497675314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/RyNacJc4zDI/AAAAAAAAACw/_x-xc8pwsPw/s400/marbranco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu chamei-te para ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu chamei-te para ser a torre&lt;br /&gt;Que viste um dia branca ao pé do mar.&lt;br /&gt;Chamei-te para me perder nos teus caminhos.&lt;br /&gt;Chamei-te para sonhar o que sonhaste.&lt;br /&gt;Chamei-te para não ser eu:&lt;br /&gt;Pedi-te que apagasses&lt;br /&gt;A torre que eu fui a minha vida os&lt;br /&gt;sonhos que sonhei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-6458861664879311652?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/6458861664879311652/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=6458861664879311652' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/6458861664879311652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/6458861664879311652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/2007/10/eu-chamei-te-para-ser-eu-chamei-te-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559084438167260856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/RyNacJc4zDI/AAAAAAAAACw/_x-xc8pwsPw/s72-c/marbranco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-3368970836923173883</id><published>2007-09-14T22:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:37:02.557-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/Rus7-1IxTMI/AAAAAAAAACo/NNd9i2U8dHU/s1600-h/prece.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110244152783752386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/Rus7-1IxTMI/AAAAAAAAACo/NNd9i2U8dHU/s400/prece.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nenhuma estrela queime o teu perfil&lt;br /&gt;Que nenhum deus se lembre do teu nome&lt;br /&gt;Que nem o vento passe onde tu passas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti eu criarei um dia puro&lt;br /&gt;Livre como o vento e repetido&lt;br /&gt;Como o florir das ondas ordenadas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-3368970836923173883?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/3368970836923173883/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=3368970836923173883' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/3368970836923173883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/3368970836923173883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/2007/09/prece-que-nenhuma-estrela-queime-o-teu.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559084438167260856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/Rus7-1IxTMI/AAAAAAAAACo/NNd9i2U8dHU/s72-c/prece.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-7416587262895684344</id><published>2007-09-09T10:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:37:02.918-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/RuPzLxvbGnI/AAAAAAAAACg/EqPtfn99Z1E/s1600-h/cubo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108193786024630898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/RuPzLxvbGnI/AAAAAAAAACg/EqPtfn99Z1E/s400/cubo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia do mar no ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia do mar no ar, construído&lt;br /&gt;Com sombras de cavalos e de plumas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia do mar no meu quarto – cubo&lt;br /&gt;Onde os meus gestos sonâmbulos&lt;br /&gt;deslizam&lt;br /&gt;Entre o animal e a flor como medusas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia do mar no ar, dia alto&lt;br /&gt;Onde os meus gestos são gaivotas&lt;br /&gt;que se perdem&lt;br /&gt;Rolando sobre as ondas, sobre as&lt;br /&gt;nuvens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-7416587262895684344?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/7416587262895684344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=7416587262895684344' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/7416587262895684344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/7416587262895684344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/2007/09/dia-do-mar-no-ar-dia-do-mar-no-ar.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559084438167260856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/RuPzLxvbGnI/AAAAAAAAACg/EqPtfn99Z1E/s72-c/cubo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-8254488124559112526</id><published>2007-09-08T17:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:37:03.112-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/RuMGFhvbGmI/AAAAAAAAACY/URcwkvwhlOg/s1600-h/estrelas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107933094394665570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/RuMGFhvbGmI/AAAAAAAAACY/URcwkvwhlOg/s400/estrelas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As minhas mãos mantêm as estrelas,&lt;br /&gt;Seguro a minha alma para que não quebre&lt;br /&gt;A melodia que vai de flor em flor,&lt;br /&gt;Arranco o mar do mar e ponho-o em mim&lt;br /&gt;E o bater do meu coração sustenta o ritmo das coisas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-8254488124559112526?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/8254488124559112526/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=8254488124559112526' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/8254488124559112526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/8254488124559112526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/2007/09/as-minhas-mos-mantm-as-estrelas-seguro.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559084438167260856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/RuMGFhvbGmI/AAAAAAAAACY/URcwkvwhlOg/s72-c/estrelas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-7223023235323951116</id><published>2007-09-06T20:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:37:03.261-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/RuCRJRvbGlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9mAh4Xamhj0/s1600-h/aaaaaasilencio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107241566005303890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/RuCRJRvbGlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9mAh4Xamhj0/s400/aaaaaasilencio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero sempre por ti o dia inteiro,&lt;br /&gt;Quando na praia sobe, de cinza e oiro,&lt;br /&gt;O nevoeiro&lt;br /&gt;E há em todas as coisas o agoiro&lt;br /&gt;De uma fantástica vinda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-7223023235323951116?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/7223023235323951116/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=7223023235323951116' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/7223023235323951116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/7223023235323951116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/2007/09/espero-sempre-por-ti-o-dia-inteiro.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559084438167260856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/RuCRJRvbGlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9mAh4Xamhj0/s72-c/aaaaaasilencio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-5392337450132955828</id><published>2007-09-05T22:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:37:03.636-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/Rt9aIhvbGkI/AAAAAAAAACI/4M7lw9FKudM/s1600-h/rochedos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106899605004163650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/Rt9aIhvbGkI/AAAAAAAAACI/4M7lw9FKudM/s400/rochedos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu dormes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu dormes embalado nos rochedos&lt;br /&gt;E aos meus ouvidos vem falar o vento&lt;br /&gt;Escuto, busco, chamo e não respondes,&lt;br /&gt;E todo o mundo se tornou fantasma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou fechada, seuspensa, prisioneira&lt;br /&gt;Queria voltar para fora, para o dia&lt;br /&gt;Ressurgir, respirar, tornar a ver,&lt;br /&gt;Mas todo o mundo se tornou fantasma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a voz do mar encheu o céu e a terra&lt;br /&gt;Uma voz que está cheia e que se quebra&lt;br /&gt;E nunca mais acaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pássaros brancos cortam as janelas,&lt;br /&gt;Anémonas cintilam nos rochedos:&lt;br /&gt;Terror de estar sozinha e de escutar&lt;br /&gt;Com este tempo morto entre os meus dedos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-5392337450132955828?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/5392337450132955828/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=5392337450132955828' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/5392337450132955828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/5392337450132955828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/2007/09/tu-dormes-tu-dormes-embalado-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559084438167260856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/Rt9aIhvbGkI/AAAAAAAAACI/4M7lw9FKudM/s72-c/rochedos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-2935166471984522932</id><published>2007-09-04T20:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:37:03.911-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/Rt3wqxvbGjI/AAAAAAAAACA/-fuIh1ZGCvA/s1600-h/aaaabarcps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106502170205428274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/Rt3wqxvbGjI/AAAAAAAAACA/-fuIh1ZGCvA/s400/aaaabarcps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barcos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dormem na praia os barcos pescadores&lt;br /&gt;Imóveis mas abrindo&lt;br /&gt;Seus olhos de estátua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a curva do seu bico&lt;br /&gt;Rói a solidão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-2935166471984522932?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/2935166471984522932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=2935166471984522932' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/2935166471984522932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/2935166471984522932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/2007/09/barcos-dormem-na-praia-os-barcos.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559084438167260856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/Rt3wqxvbGjI/AAAAAAAAACA/-fuIh1ZGCvA/s72-c/aaaabarcps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-8537976521295821038</id><published>2007-09-04T20:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:37:04.083-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/Rt3uFRvbGiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/NJDfvsAv0Nc/s1600-h/aaacavalo+marinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106499326937078306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/Rt3uFRvbGiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/NJDfvsAv0Nc/s400/aaacavalo+marinho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fundo do Mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fundo do mar há brancos pavores,&lt;br /&gt;Onde as plantas são animais&lt;br /&gt;E os animais são flores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mundo silencioso que não atinge&lt;br /&gt;A agitação das ondas.&lt;br /&gt;Abrem-se rindo conchas redondas,&lt;br /&gt;Baloiça o cavalo-marinho.&lt;br /&gt;Um polvo avançaNo desalinho&lt;br /&gt;Dos seus mil braços,Uma flor dança,&lt;br /&gt;Sem ruído vibram os espaços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a areia o tempo poisa&lt;br /&gt;Leve como um lenço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas por mais bela que seja cada coisa&lt;br /&gt;Tem um monstro em si suspenso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-8537976521295821038?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/8537976521295821038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=8537976521295821038' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/8537976521295821038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/8537976521295821038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/2007/09/fundo-do-mar-no-fundo-do-mar-h-brancos.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559084438167260856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/Rt3uFRvbGiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/NJDfvsAv0Nc/s72-c/aaacavalo+marinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-2038593291884298675</id><published>2007-09-04T20:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:37:04.227-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/Rt3lyxvbGhI/AAAAAAAAABw/iv-ANNHVO-0/s1600-h/ondas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106490213016476178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/Rt3lyxvbGhI/AAAAAAAAABw/iv-ANNHVO-0/s400/ondas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Liberdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui nesta praia onde&lt;br /&gt;Não há nenhum vestígio de impureza,&lt;br /&gt;Aqui onde há somente&lt;br /&gt;Ondas tombando ininterruptamente,&lt;br /&gt;Puro espaço e lúcida unidade,&lt;br /&gt;Aqui o tempo apaixonadamente&lt;br /&gt;Encontra a própria liberdade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-2038593291884298675?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/2038593291884298675/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4416578861177552742&amp;postID=2038593291884298675' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/2038593291884298675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416578861177552742/posts/default/2038593291884298675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/2007/09/liberdade-aqui-nesta-praia-onde-no-h.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16559084438167260856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/Rt3lyxvbGhI/AAAAAAAAABw/iv-ANNHVO-0/s72-c/ondas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-3232785367851798941</id><published>2007-09-02T12:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:37:04.367-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/RtrU1BvbGgI/AAAAAAAAABo/ohQmTyI42Hk/s1600-h/mares.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105627135043377666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/RtrU1BvbGgI/AAAAAAAAABo/ohQmTyI42Hk/s400/mares.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De todos os cantos do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Amo com um amor mais forte e mais profundo&lt;br /&gt;Aquela praia extasiada e nua,&lt;br /&gt;Onde me uni ao mar, ao vento e à lua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheiro a terra as árvores e o vento&lt;br /&gt;Que a Primavera enche de perfumes&lt;br /&gt;Mas neles só quero e só procuro&lt;br /&gt;A selvagem exalação das ondas&lt;br /&gt;Subindo para os astros como um grito puro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-3232785367851798941?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardesophia.blogspot.com/feeds/3232785367851798941/comments/default' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/RtrU1BvbGgI/AAAAAAAAABo/ohQmTyI42Hk/s72-c/mares.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416578861177552742.post-3167111986180995199</id><published>2007-09-01T20:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:37:04.536-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/RtnvxBvbGfI/AAAAAAAAABg/KgfsnE6S9io/s1600-h/sophia3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105375278161140210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUC7chFua4Q/RtnvxBvbGfI/AAAAAAAAABg/KgfsnE6S9io/s400/sophia3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlântico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mar,&lt;br /&gt;Metade da minha alma é feita de maresia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416578861177552742-3167111986180995199?l=mardesophia.blogspot.com' 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