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A que me devotam meu ser</div>
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Uma ténue poesia</div>
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Onde há burro há chatice</div>
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Que eu nasci sem o seber</div>
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<br />LOUROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05870234664778234982noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828082564663762014.post-87743666498162909262013-12-16T10:09:00.001-08:002013-12-16T10:09:50.709-08:00A TI MINHA AMIGA<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY9RQxX3c-RHTmS5NoTP_ea_9DBWUSeYsXCjBbkqFjmVyN-gYzr2AIlJVmVXfhib7VP3uIyXim8JmSV7isxMfmP3wTEB9oJ5GfSdlO381BaBYQwL2pmaEMw5Bcy0OzEXwkEAUIIWPH/s1600/20071210112729_imagem33.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY9RQxX3c-RHTmS5NoTP_ea_9DBWUSeYsXCjBbkqFjmVyN-gYzr2AIlJVmVXfhib7VP3uIyXim8JmSV7isxMfmP3wTEB9oJ5GfSdlO381BaBYQwL2pmaEMw5Bcy0OzEXwkEAUIIWPH/s400/20071210112729_imagem33.jpg" /></a> </div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxsups3ExEkaqUbYiz9SYERQ_47Wn-PhPTtTfy-BpQ8PcJmDJ5plhvo6GVsNhnKJuDglP5IFGx4b7de-w6XkRe5WBEHNnCNmAVgZuWFsVOvtn2yX8zSlJJgSWLsGidSDqujP-dCdVZ/s1600/Ribeira+Brava.1.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxsups3ExEkaqUbYiz9SYERQ_47Wn-PhPTtTfy-BpQ8PcJmDJ5plhvo6GVsNhnKJuDglP5IFGx4b7de-w6XkRe5WBEHNnCNmAVgZuWFsVOvtn2yX8zSlJJgSWLsGidSDqujP-dCdVZ/s400/Ribeira+Brava.1.jpg" /></a> </div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMj5d6JcKEOSarQULyfR7kxlNNZpXifDdr2XD5yvDT5_s6zC4JvM5UuTfKsaiGlixvFWmB-CA0IcbQhGjijSd_m15P0DoHpik4dsGKFVHq04821ozLBnFZ80n41MRTWhzxsQjxrx8K/s1600/Ribeira+Brava.2.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMj5d6JcKEOSarQULyfR7kxlNNZpXifDdr2XD5yvDT5_s6zC4JvM5UuTfKsaiGlixvFWmB-CA0IcbQhGjijSd_m15P0DoHpik4dsGKFVHq04821ozLBnFZ80n41MRTWhzxsQjxrx8K/s400/Ribeira+Brava.2.jpg" /></a><br />
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Ribeira Brava - Madeira <br />
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Linda mulher de saber,<br />
E constante coração,<br />
Abraço de bem - querer<br />
Combatendo a solidão<br />
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Nada me pede e quer dar,<br />
Com a certeza tão firme,<br />
Que no seu acariciar<br />
Desvanece a dor que oprime<br />
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Ela sabe olhar e ver<br />
Que nesta triste escuridão<br />
Há quem só saiba viver<br />
No esterco e podridão!<br />
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Minha dor, é sua dor<br />
Porque acima está a amizade<br />
Maior que que qualquer valor<br />
Amizade em liberdade!<br />
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Minha cabeça em seu colo<br />
Seus dedos em meus cabelos<br />
Sinto da vida o consolo<br />
Momentos de vida tão belos!...<br />
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FOTOS : Louro<br />
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Nas cordas de uma guitara</div>
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Era uma imagem baça</div>
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Mas que falava e dizia</div>
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Era uma imagem baça</div>
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Com uma certa nostalgia</div>
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Era um adeus, um partir</div>
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Eram lagrimas num rosto</div>
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Mal-me-quer a florir</div>
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Num canteiro de desgosto.</div>
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Era uma saudade louca</div>
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Que aflige o coração</div>
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Que a vida é, por vezes tão pouca</div>
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Quando morre uma ilusão.</div>
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Fotos: Louro</div>
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Poema: António Henrique</div>
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LOUROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05870234664778234982noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828082564663762014.post-86356832650981480612013-02-11T06:01:00.001-08:002013-02-11T06:01:39.842-08:00FLOR DE GIRASSOL<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGcEBIjkX-rgeSw7EisTOJ3AlctAS8urglDwntI3FbYGhtDZz5Rl3YALl1Aywfp5mMs35WmVV5wB3Abw2-UgLc5SVDE6_Xja4B36BLACU_O9B1xQ6Tb9sAYu3twIq9j2Jmypw13smP/s1600/Levada+25+fontes-Madeira.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGcEBIjkX-rgeSw7EisTOJ3AlctAS8urglDwntI3FbYGhtDZz5Rl3YALl1Aywfp5mMs35WmVV5wB3Abw2-UgLc5SVDE6_Xja4B36BLACU_O9B1xQ6Tb9sAYu3twIq9j2Jmypw13smP/s400/Levada+25+fontes-Madeira.jpg" /></a> </div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN0xVbm6yElrQqF0Lcq6HzuWCmNm8HpCNKaib7Q-zbiXOR7CchQW-_fZVgBRQy2Ufcm1lsDOJtmWp9do5s_ffvszHJRBd9NcXC7in6sF2XSfZpXPhr-g1aXux9uZEWMQsktfekCz_s/s1600/levada+25+fontes.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN0xVbm6yElrQqF0Lcq6HzuWCmNm8HpCNKaib7Q-zbiXOR7CchQW-_fZVgBRQy2Ufcm1lsDOJtmWp9do5s_ffvszHJRBd9NcXC7in6sF2XSfZpXPhr-g1aXux9uZEWMQsktfekCz_s/s400/levada+25+fontes.jpg" /></a> </div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2dfWo0Xv0eRTBrKKuS6jCyK2ozy0btGhZ2yNPUcQYV7iGCd8REXqCJs6aQH-03PYbF7uC_SC1m-TC9bZh1qMsbF7Gp8BGl64bN7GJ654T4XcC850OyDya_Q_slVwGEdotf0toJLIO/s1600/levada+25+fontes+1.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2dfWo0Xv0eRTBrKKuS6jCyK2ozy0btGhZ2yNPUcQYV7iGCd8REXqCJs6aQH-03PYbF7uC_SC1m-TC9bZh1qMsbF7Gp8BGl64bN7GJ654T4XcC850OyDya_Q_slVwGEdotf0toJLIO/s400/levada+25+fontes+1.jpg" /></a><br />
Levada 25 fontes-Madeira<br />
<br />
Se meu silêncio è profundo<br />
Profundos são os teus olhos<br />
Ambos sofremos no mundo<br />
Á flor da água... escolhos<br />
<br />
Profunda convicção<br />
Que não me sai do pensamento<br />
Habita-me o coração<br />
Tua imagem encantamento<br />
<br />
És cada dia um novo sol<br />
No silêncio que traduz<br />
Que és flor de girassol<br />
Trazendo á minha vida mais luz<br />
<br />
És sem desalento ; Amiga<br />
Um caudal de esperança<br />
És já eterna cantiga<br />
Meu caminho de bonança...<br />
<br />
Fotos : Louro<br />
Poema : António Henrique<br />
</div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>LOUROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05870234664778234982noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828082564663762014.post-32804013122287961622012-12-19T07:49:00.001-08:002012-12-19T07:49:39.808-08:00DISPO UMA FLOR<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkobpV1m_H-wJz9-T0VaPoS4YCiW0LqJxcYe7iR12ZifgLb7p3-GoO_t164_VwZc7QKaj5cXXo5axFSx35cmQgEFu5tVBnPhnrtvglg6Mz9vQ_z-YYPy8BCpWFP6zU-l5BfkO-MsjV/s1600/Imagem+004.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkobpV1m_H-wJz9-T0VaPoS4YCiW0LqJxcYe7iR12ZifgLb7p3-GoO_t164_VwZc7QKaj5cXXo5axFSx35cmQgEFu5tVBnPhnrtvglg6Mz9vQ_z-YYPy8BCpWFP6zU-l5BfkO-MsjV/s400/Imagem+004.jpg" /></a> </div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieS6DbZihcCQZPDITRaTRWpHXuzUACxOjE593D6BL1imkOQvy-5zNTUsCRUDqQdvsRoWcHk8uBdbquNTdhyFRZD3Tg2GDN3_iyL0V0AHXdVoOEK4F8Z32uB4DhiZVoL9gRlpi8mQmu/s1600/Imagem+006.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieS6DbZihcCQZPDITRaTRWpHXuzUACxOjE593D6BL1imkOQvy-5zNTUsCRUDqQdvsRoWcHk8uBdbquNTdhyFRZD3Tg2GDN3_iyL0V0AHXdVoOEK4F8Z32uB4DhiZVoL9gRlpi8mQmu/s400/Imagem+006.jpg" /></a> </div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0e8ajUNKjy4DskQzRUDL-wxE1OYMGMn8K4IvIwuDE5XQprSA_A6xd3cg4dz8DrseRJgBJijFpO9CpjF0o-htxKPncBlyjiUALIOLEjw9b9PQRQSjYCgsbNeBy4ffIjgib-ovDajfR/s1600/Imagem+007.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0e8ajUNKjy4DskQzRUDL-wxE1OYMGMn8K4IvIwuDE5XQprSA_A6xd3cg4dz8DrseRJgBJijFpO9CpjF0o-htxKPncBlyjiUALIOLEjw9b9PQRQSjYCgsbNeBy4ffIjgib-ovDajfR/s400/Imagem+007.jpg" /></a><br />
Por do Sol<br />
<br />
Eu não tenho mealheiro<br />
E falta-me tanto amor <br />
Serei sempre eu o primeiro<br />
O mais abastado na dor<br />
<br />
Mas em vez de chorar eu canto<br />
Em vez de parar eu ando<br />
Porque sou Romântico e tanto<br />
E me pergunto quanto e quando;<br />
<br />
Deixarei eu de ser Romântico,<br />
Se o céu é do azul mais puro<br />
E a mulher mais puro cântico<br />
<br />
E no verso mais que fantástico<br />
A palavra despe a flor<br />
Que eu olho com espanto,Romântico...<br />
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FOTOS: Louro<br />
POEMA: António Henrique</div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>LOUROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05870234664778234982noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828082564663762014.post-74296365536531430682012-10-23T06:06:00.001-07:002012-10-23T06:06:32.291-07:00ASAS DE TERNURA<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVi6A1vbPLaE2CwiefW4ilR0uULTIh8gzJCI4r9w10Gwsa2RP12bCYfHpSE-VoUfRWMG7OGIOPjHYOOXDiEV69eTFm4OPLrsTHahyTRqZFENawtGKUf-blaBwE4RpjV9uHZSO4WpsU/s1600/PortoSanto.Vi.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVi6A1vbPLaE2CwiefW4ilR0uULTIh8gzJCI4r9w10Gwsa2RP12bCYfHpSE-VoUfRWMG7OGIOPjHYOOXDiEV69eTFm4OPLrsTHahyTRqZFENawtGKUf-blaBwE4RpjV9uHZSO4WpsU/s400/PortoSanto.Vi.jpg" /></a> </div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk_aXl3WGy8IGTELGti4embdmNUggfSca4pcOU6YjtyqMXx9bCpK0e-4kgQZHIggsuy15wSsWXBPKlOa_klwBNOWDbKstnoUlX6aT4WAjZgq6QGUfMbopHOOgG_D_Do2L5oTWTQ3FA/s1600/PortoSanto.-+Marina.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk_aXl3WGy8IGTELGti4embdmNUggfSca4pcOU6YjtyqMXx9bCpK0e-4kgQZHIggsuy15wSsWXBPKlOa_klwBNOWDbKstnoUlX6aT4WAjZgq6QGUfMbopHOOgG_D_Do2L5oTWTQ3FA/s400/PortoSanto.-+Marina.jpg" /></a> </div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsAB32wcCp_1dG3-mAWUNWNKgnd9tzu7iazBdJxiMba_E96A78gdNtwFUzigerBvKV_sfvRUXftshVrbk4Q8yY-Ou9gfooBNjBj6MQ1BgNoYHTDpB4QF4xxu3eYrRVvJVGMfuu1b6i/s1600/Port.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsAB32wcCp_1dG3-mAWUNWNKgnd9tzu7iazBdJxiMba_E96A78gdNtwFUzigerBvKV_sfvRUXftshVrbk4Q8yY-Ou9gfooBNjBj6MQ1BgNoYHTDpB4QF4xxu3eYrRVvJVGMfuu1b6i/s400/Port.jpg" /></a><br />
<br />
Porto Santo<br />
<br />
<br />
Num acesso de loucura<br />
Ao mar eu disse um poema<br />
Tinha tristeza e candura<br />
E um pouco de muita pena<br />
<br />
Pouco a pouco chegaram<br />
De todo o lado gaivotas<br />
Elas comigo cantaram<br />
Esqueci as horas mortas<br />
<br />
Umas até dançaram<br />
Um bailado à poesia<br />
E a tristeza levaram<br />
Deixando-me só alegria<br />
<br />
Mas a mais bela gaivota<br />
E a que eu queria ter<br />
Perdeu-se na sua rota<br />
Ficou no meu ser<br />
<br />
E são asas de ternura<br />
São asas de bem querer<br />
Dei-lhe o nome de loucura<br />
Transformando-se em mulher<br />
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Fotos: Louro<br />
Poema: António Henrique</div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>LOUROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05870234664778234982noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828082564663762014.post-46026479229060010552012-09-05T05:12:00.001-07:002012-09-05T05:14:16.722-07:00QUADRAS D`AMOR<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;">
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Caniço-Madeira<br />
<br />
Eu não sei fazer canções d`amor<br />
Mais amor já não sei dar<br />
Mas sei que fazer amor<br />
Não pode ser feito a cantar<br />
<br />
O canto espelha o amor<br />
E o amor nos faz cantar<br />
Mas para fazer amor<br />
É preciso mesmo amar<br />
<br />
Porque o amor á desgarrada<br />
É apenas uma canção<br />
Posso jurar minha amada<br />
Que o amor vem do coração<br />
<br />
Quadras d`amor já eu fiz<br />
Quando amava como um louco<br />
Era tanto, e tão feliz<br />
Que agora sem ti, sou tão pouco<br />
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FOTOS: Lourenço<br />
POEMA: António Henrique</div>
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LOUROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05870234664778234982noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828082564663762014.post-58170723541844013752012-07-10T06:53:00.003-07:002012-07-10T06:53:45.213-07:00A SONHAR<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjDudVdelkxMiPoCY85NXrjRJlPbZKnjWl2qGcRRnyXtPfsVGTM_3kdkGbump_uLW4XOu-STDx27vXioAWLmDFLLk03bhJpA3lF8UXRCMw60aXWxPYqXk-WTGpL_JU_pdCQ3WvQHxg/s1600/Pico+do+Areeiro.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjDudVdelkxMiPoCY85NXrjRJlPbZKnjWl2qGcRRnyXtPfsVGTM_3kdkGbump_uLW4XOu-STDx27vXioAWLmDFLLk03bhJpA3lF8UXRCMw60aXWxPYqXk-WTGpL_JU_pdCQ3WvQHxg/s400/Pico+do+Areeiro.jpg" /></a> </div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFdx2H4cOKD04Kb2SvSZrJwTEdbsK1EQ17ONApXnNq-Yv4j0hzdjeBN3C-PjwYY1oxAbDksToDc5QENQQS3oU0pr8avOHmmxqCshr6LBPT-HPzNWP-hLTOZyNcAf-bG0QF6YYvrYiU/s1600/Pico+do+Areeiro.1.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFdx2H4cOKD04Kb2SvSZrJwTEdbsK1EQ17ONApXnNq-Yv4j0hzdjeBN3C-PjwYY1oxAbDksToDc5QENQQS3oU0pr8avOHmmxqCshr6LBPT-HPzNWP-hLTOZyNcAf-bG0QF6YYvrYiU/s400/Pico+do+Areeiro.1.jpg" /></a> </div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAPCQuwXHqLC5xF1GCHbtEe0_pmdS3S4ow1fbX8juZrJHgNAUyClPqTYvaGggZ_KqLyxysgtVypt47Sjj8k8zpMb-78GgoeEE0ULfHcDpff0WPhvaKjg4zKXG8mW4-hqN9w0JELmLY/s1600/Pico+do+Areeiro.2.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAPCQuwXHqLC5xF1GCHbtEe0_pmdS3S4ow1fbX8juZrJHgNAUyClPqTYvaGggZ_KqLyxysgtVypt47Sjj8k8zpMb-78GgoeEE0ULfHcDpff0WPhvaKjg4zKXG8mW4-hqN9w0JELmLY/s400/Pico+do+Areeiro.2.jpg" /></a> <br />
Pico do Areeiro-Madeira<br />
<br />
<br />
Tu que sabes que a desgraça<br />
É pensar já sem ter sonhos,<br />
Tu, que Deus me deu a graça<br />
De te ter sempre em meus olhos<br />
<br />
Há quem diga os sonhos<br />
Nunca são a realidade<br />
Mas a realidade é que os sonhos<br />
São a única verdade<br />
<br />
Em busca da felicidade<br />
Andas perdida a rezar<br />
Mas onde está a verdade<br />
Se não paras de sonhar?<br />
<br />
Será que o sonho é mentira?<br />
E que a vida não foi sonhada?<br />
Sonha a vida rapariga <br />
E p/la vida serás amada!<br />
<br />
Deixa a quem quer, pensar<br />
Tu, vive a vida a sonhar<br />
Porque quem levou a vida a pensar<br />
Nunca soube o que é amar<br />
<br />
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FOTOS: Louro<br />
POEMA: António Henrique </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>LOUROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05870234664778234982noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828082564663762014.post-31813959808919843072012-05-30T06:50:00.000-07:002012-05-30T06:50:53.060-07:00MINHA POMBA<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;">
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Calheta -Madeira-Portugal<br />
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Minha pomba de ternura<br />
E meu berço de esperança<br />
Onde me deito como homem<br />
E onde me levanto criança<br />
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Meu lençol de carinho <br />
Minha manta de guarita<br />
Meus braços de embalar<br />
Minha cura, em minha ferida<br />
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Meu prado verde onde cavalgo<br />
Meu rimar de vida, minha flor<br />
Minha aventura, fim de vida<br />
Que à vida morrendo, ficando o amor<br />
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Sol alegre que permaneceste<br />
Silva silvestre não agreste<br />
Que de amor e coração me veste<br />
Desde o dia em que vieste<br />
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FOTOS: Louro<br />
POEMA: António Henrique</div>
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PORTO SANTO-MADEIRA<br />
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Já fui triste e triste andei<br />
P`las ruas da amargura<br />
Mas foi ai que encontrei<br />
Vinda de Deus,a ternura<br />
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Aprendi que a vaidade<br />
É coisa de tolo farsante<br />
E que só tem liberdade<br />
Quem é da vida um amante<br />
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Um olhar pode ajudar<br />
Quem passa a vida ao relento<br />
E só em Jesus pensar<br />
Que jesus na alma é alento!<br />
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Assim foi que eu pensei<br />
Jesus em meu coração<br />
Assim foi que encontrei<br />
O sentido do perdão.<br />
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FOTOS: Louro<br />
POEMA:António Henrique</div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>LOUROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05870234664778234982noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828082564663762014.post-49245740983026048462012-03-13T15:53:00.002-07:002012-03-13T16:21:31.318-07:00ESPEREI<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQSH4d1MuFH4P-6r3y-ArKrMXQB-cMihxaMrpUcGA-d9UiFcu839T_KS0WFLLqM7iLoWTv1dKkW5iy8f4BEFyAzuNhRUMvcYNO4yq9Mic5wQm518N5a7rfYsW17SFse39Pd3xcMBoV/s1600/Ponta+Delgada-madeira.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719519664619950930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQSH4d1MuFH4P-6r3y-ArKrMXQB-cMihxaMrpUcGA-d9UiFcu839T_KS0WFLLqM7iLoWTv1dKkW5iy8f4BEFyAzuNhRUMvcYNO4yq9Mic5wQm518N5a7rfYsW17SFse39Pd3xcMBoV/s400/Ponta+Delgada-madeira.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkfIH2XLJqtdCMm9FgJMHqtpylkEB3dNMhGIbEqG0c7D2Y4csWaUSiCbYaLqFxR8dQUOpIDrxbVGqVZuDC5X1pM2yUnGgl3sBLNpbVckvBS9XBvYg52fvwhxXZRIwko5meEbOZCcOE/s1600/Ponta+Delgada-madeira.3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 354px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719519659784346434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkfIH2XLJqtdCMm9FgJMHqtpylkEB3dNMhGIbEqG0c7D2Y4csWaUSiCbYaLqFxR8dQUOpIDrxbVGqVZuDC5X1pM2yUnGgl3sBLNpbVckvBS9XBvYg52fvwhxXZRIwko5meEbOZCcOE/s400/Ponta+Delgada-madeira.3.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ffV9GdUr7KZu5HDmZlJIRg76hC31OEzwT_1MPIUuWP-HTNTOp72p3aVxqs3MCN_sl-EEdcXYToAefIgOehT0dgEzMF0jUF0peDSIxUjqGW50yPzUWGrkHcIxSU_weyhD0imud3sI/s1600/Ponta+Delgada-madeira.1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719519660723150066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ffV9GdUr7KZu5HDmZlJIRg76hC31OEzwT_1MPIUuWP-HTNTOp72p3aVxqs3MCN_sl-EEdcXYToAefIgOehT0dgEzMF0jUF0peDSIxUjqGW50yPzUWGrkHcIxSU_weyhD0imud3sI/s400/Ponta+Delgada-madeira.1.jpg" /></a> PONTA DELGADA-MADEIRA</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Esperei por ti, tu não vieste</div><br /><div>Endureceste o meu coração</div><br /><div>Sabendo o mal que fizeste</div><br /><div align="center">Não terás mais o meu perdão</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>No eco do meu corpo o sofrimento</div><br /><div>Sofre o amor que como louco</div><br /><div>De te querer sem arrependimento</div><br /><div>De haver dado tanto, por tão pouco</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Em minhas mãos o teu perfume</div><br /><div>Agora nesta noite escuridão</div><br /><div>Não sei já se de ciúme o meu queixume,</div><br /><div>Não terás mais o meu perdão</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Alucinaste todo o meu ser </div><br /><div>E eu sem saber porque razão</div><br /><div>Mas que mais hei-de fazer</div><br /><div>Senão dar-te o meu perdão...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Fotos: Louro</div><br /><div>Poema: António Henrique</div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div></div>LOUROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05870234664778234982noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828082564663762014.post-61072998009865453612012-02-08T14:53:00.001-08:002012-02-08T15:17:09.569-08:00AVE DE CAMPO<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GEY0nH1GgM/TzL9x4qiw0I/AAAAAAAAC0c/X4g8tXSGs7A/s1600/Porto%2BMoniz-Madeira.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706902711298081602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GEY0nH1GgM/TzL9x4qiw0I/AAAAAAAAC0c/X4g8tXSGs7A/s400/Porto%2BMoniz-Madeira.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-itcSoLWBrv8/TzL9xBTlu4I/AAAAAAAAC0U/7-uuJdBJfGg/s1600/Porto%2BMoniz-Madeira.3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706902696437857154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-itcSoLWBrv8/TzL9xBTlu4I/AAAAAAAAC0U/7-uuJdBJfGg/s400/Porto%2BMoniz-Madeira.3.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WMAZ3pP6rNg/TzL9w2p1EzI/AAAAAAAAC0E/wFwInYZ_kdo/s1600/Porto%2BMoniz-Madeira.2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706902693578347314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WMAZ3pP6rNg/TzL9w2p1EzI/AAAAAAAAC0E/wFwInYZ_kdo/s400/Porto%2BMoniz-Madeira.2.jpg" /></a>PORTO MONIZ-MADEIRA<br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Assim me curo a pensar</div><br /><div align="center">E tenho no peito a canção</div><br /><div align="center">Com pensamento e cantar</div><br /><div align="center">Vou matando a solidão</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">É uma angútia no peito</div><br /><div align="center">Uma dor, uma ferida</div><br /><div align="center">É pensamento desfeito</div><br /><div align="center">A palavra despedida</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Fechei-me com cinco chaves</div><br /><div align="center">Cadeado mais corrente</div><br /><div align="center">Mas assim como tu sabes</div><br /><div align="center">Pareceu-me não ser decente</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Eu fui dado á natureza</div><br /><div align="center">Tal uma ave do campo</div><br /><div align="center">Viver por entre a beleza</div><br /><div align="center">Viver inteiro no tempo</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Fotos: Lourenço</div><br /><div align="center">Poema: António Henrique<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div></div>LOUROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05870234664778234982noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828082564663762014.post-61302876870305747922012-01-17T07:39:00.000-08:002012-01-17T07:39:45.076-08:00LISBOA NOSTALGIA<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZk-uFYgR2ZGfiOKbNQNtJnJEEWh9pUJUkAYSpGjV4jOHQ3GPQGNG8d6zr879x_wJ1dtN6xERGoTYFUul6j4xiMf96piu3_peYpse2zbRNGemwhWlHClb2pmofymKppwkiLzrN3Ktf/s1600/Camara+de+Lobos+2.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZk-uFYgR2ZGfiOKbNQNtJnJEEWh9pUJUkAYSpGjV4jOHQ3GPQGNG8d6zr879x_wJ1dtN6xERGoTYFUul6j4xiMf96piu3_peYpse2zbRNGemwhWlHClb2pmofymKppwkiLzrN3Ktf/s400/Camara+de+Lobos+2.jpg" /></a><br /><br />CAMBRA DE LOBOS -MADEIRA<br /><br /><br />De uma só vez posso e deixo<br /><br />deixo tudo para trás<br /><br />Ora traz lá o cabaz<br /><br />Cheio de fruta boa,<br /><br />Porque não tarda muito<br /><br />Vou partir para Lisboa,<br /><br />Lisboa das sete colinas<br /><br />Das calçadas e das esquinas<br /><br />Das cantadeiras e fados<br /><br />Mas já tão só, sem varinas<br /><br />Sem os pregões que ouvia...<br /><br />Agora me deixam no peito<br /><br />Saudades e nostalgia !<br /><br /><br /><br />Fotos : Louro<br /><br />Poema : António Henrique<br /><br /></div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>LOUROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05870234664778234982noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828082564663762014.post-56138033454481667442011-11-29T10:22:00.000-08:002011-11-29T10:24:38.616-08:00VOAM GAIVOTAS<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCMFUx1aK4ncX18w8VaEKmXIyAgm11caa1Ia2WA77zWmjOEAtCVkCJz8uboGJwUzXgv16ebHFuVclf3hrZyt9G3yX4GvfFm4CHfuIGBzrSX3mOhnEwS9ToDbVPccUtRfs_HdxjPCl3/s1600/Porto+da+Cruz.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCMFUx1aK4ncX18w8VaEKmXIyAgm11caa1Ia2WA77zWmjOEAtCVkCJz8uboGJwUzXgv16ebHFuVclf3hrZyt9G3yX4GvfFm4CHfuIGBzrSX3mOhnEwS9ToDbVPccUtRfs_HdxjPCl3/s400/Porto+da+Cruz.jpg" /></a> </div><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSS0wFwlndR6KUHkjczp9bi0-X60fTwfDdKrWfDNkcDiaxdxi4tHdjos4ETolx5K9YrjjqNUQRgv2QMrvkTJtBFumRXUc9ep7Hdf53gDXH_nIn3nGZNe2acYegEce49eBAqbV16wvq/s1600/Porto+da+Cruz-M.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSS0wFwlndR6KUHkjczp9bi0-X60fTwfDdKrWfDNkcDiaxdxi4tHdjos4ETolx5K9YrjjqNUQRgv2QMrvkTJtBFumRXUc9ep7Hdf53gDXH_nIn3nGZNe2acYegEce49eBAqbV16wvq/s400/Porto+da+Cruz-M.jpg" /></a> </div><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Tcuuo7UlZbwMO0tUOYa9GsXiNeunTkB1H-8fuqGpW4iFJu2tf0HX52leS03dit4oFl9tj-7Sy1xlOSvaWkR2Umjl9BfNHnddu0qfoH2J-0NCX2aW-mgaQn6f5jDt-d5V_rG78LIa/s1600/Porto+da+cruz-Mad..jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Tcuuo7UlZbwMO0tUOYa9GsXiNeunTkB1H-8fuqGpW4iFJu2tf0HX52leS03dit4oFl9tj-7Sy1xlOSvaWkR2Umjl9BfNHnddu0qfoH2J-0NCX2aW-mgaQn6f5jDt-d5V_rG78LIa/s400/Porto+da+cruz-Mad..jpg" /></a> <br /><br />PORTO DA CRUZ-MADEIRA<br /><br /><br />Voam gaivotas de ternura<br />Em minha alma e pensamento<br />Voa a palavra ventura <br />Que entrego na terra ao vento <br /><br />Voa poeta louco<br />Nas asas desse teu povo <br />Porque é pouco, muito pouco<br />Esse Abril ainda novo<br /><br />Minha gaivota de carinho<br />Gaivota de vento e mar<br />Em meu coração fazes teu ninho<br />E eu perdido em teu olhar<br /><br />Em teu olhar a poesia<br />Que espelha o teu coração <br />Gaivota de fantazia<br />Realidade e paixão<br /><br />Assim sonho em teu louvor<br />Um sonho que levas p`ro mar <br />Todo cheinho d´amor<br />Ficando a ver teu voar.<br /><br /><br /><br />Fotos: Louro<br /><br />Poema: António Henrique</div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>LOUROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05870234664778234982noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828082564663762014.post-73107051813892138772011-10-19T06:45:00.000-07:002011-10-19T06:45:41.697-07:00MADEIRA E seus encantos<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-R0ZQ10hb0J1dvO5GFWpxzj0yo77foD4B4CL5Su0lW7-GPl6PHRnsIl2UzKthq9WLsG5MQszzi4Ex_9L-eHXqT8wtSOakLkVPJIrlAhygSA_f9E1nhQEX174SNBVE6U78-zjO8Kg9/s1600/9330866.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-R0ZQ10hb0J1dvO5GFWpxzj0yo77foD4B4CL5Su0lW7-GPl6PHRnsIl2UzKthq9WLsG5MQszzi4Ex_9L-eHXqT8wtSOakLkVPJIrlAhygSA_f9E1nhQEX174SNBVE6U78-zjO8Kg9/s400/9330866.jpg" /></a> </div><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6p7dLEhsVfZK6CMwM64qfbJwrfY3yF9mLdt52klOOhuE5uTYwBLidtIDlxmDmCd_7CypWot7drW901M0rqZ0mJM8rkq9Zk8cfqZH7ArJ9TzEGyk8hyHpN351IZihafmXBAYlaPVRc/s1600/S.Roque+do+Pico.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6p7dLEhsVfZK6CMwM64qfbJwrfY3yF9mLdt52klOOhuE5uTYwBLidtIDlxmDmCd_7CypWot7drW901M0rqZ0mJM8rkq9Zk8cfqZH7ArJ9TzEGyk8hyHpN351IZihafmXBAYlaPVRc/s400/S.Roque+do+Pico.jpg" /></a> </div><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0wI2Sv-zN7i-0k111a4cn2tpPxtBscQzw8GrtxQVo4ngVszlCJwU3exrIb6E8NkVqPqadrLf3rfW4-BIEHcRIgQ3RyUKgrZxcy4jUO0jaGUYghgxaVgz31KoLFgRR55S9mcLMDVx4/s1600/4601358.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0wI2Sv-zN7i-0k111a4cn2tpPxtBscQzw8GrtxQVo4ngVszlCJwU3exrIb6E8NkVqPqadrLf3rfW4-BIEHcRIgQ3RyUKgrZxcy4jUO0jaGUYghgxaVgz31KoLFgRR55S9mcLMDVx4/s400/4601358.jpg" /></a><br />DE CADA POETA UM POEMA<br /><br />Para quê a lagrima derramada<br />Sobre a terra não lavrada?<br />Que é mais preciso o punho<br />E o cabo na enxada<br /><br />É mais preciso o fazer<br />Que já basta de dizer<br />Coisinhas que a gente diz<br />Para nada acontecer<br /><br />Junta-te a mim que aconteça<br />Braços apontados á terra<br />Talvez assim amanheça<br />O pão que acabará com a guerra<br /><br />De cada poeta um poema<br />Em cada poema um grito<br />Que ao lançar esse poema<br />Se faça cantiga esse grito<br /><br />Que seja a cantiga a força<br />Com sentimentos de esperança<br />Que seja o poema a força<br />De salvar tanta criança!<br /><br /><br />FOTOS:Louro<br />POEMA:António Henrique</div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>LOUROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05870234664778234982noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828082564663762014.post-49485941696399705212011-09-19T10:32:00.000-07:002011-09-19T10:32:36.487-07:00ILHA DA MADEIRA<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb-EELW8NC6gJHH31Rex4Ko8lDD4aq4bhbhYv_p6VnwjEIrQhRcdtogIIHMKfTpjJKQKJu5UNXyBVVbJuIPo_MxC7TeCdIRgTpzrU58eeVj5ThraLFDuUIrQ6vqgNl0vDimoqd_Xp8/s1600/madeira.noite.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb-EELW8NC6gJHH31Rex4Ko8lDD4aq4bhbhYv_p6VnwjEIrQhRcdtogIIHMKfTpjJKQKJu5UNXyBVVbJuIPo_MxC7TeCdIRgTpzrU58eeVj5ThraLFDuUIrQ6vqgNl0vDimoqd_Xp8/s400/madeira.noite.jpg" /></a> </div><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnkYqulFaH2tOYsAxtrDLyeo92-b0OgGywpJHDSRYD-oziLtmPKa2OOVkiJewYQPVhamrUl2XWGGkhjQnn0cPcTxCq1DXIP9Glh1dVIN8ZLGFEuAukgCHNlVo_64b6feqeGl5TwH8Q/s1600/madeira-c.lobos.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnkYqulFaH2tOYsAxtrDLyeo92-b0OgGywpJHDSRYD-oziLtmPKa2OOVkiJewYQPVhamrUl2XWGGkhjQnn0cPcTxCq1DXIP9Glh1dVIN8ZLGFEuAukgCHNlVo_64b6feqeGl5TwH8Q/s400/madeira-c.lobos.jpg" /></a> </div><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjguk0Rqu00k6hYzeJKayRSZdQKJhrsMRCvHgt4iNo19IEDAhcFsfWNUTmMI7jiSNgv57YnF-Zo_MGRy0yxDHo8sLL3rn6646ZgbrT4WH0akjdKPV0-W0bE5Opurvk4bslCdYC0y2OP/s1600/Madeira-Porto+da+Cruz.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjguk0Rqu00k6hYzeJKayRSZdQKJhrsMRCvHgt4iNo19IEDAhcFsfWNUTmMI7jiSNgv57YnF-Zo_MGRy0yxDHo8sLL3rn6646ZgbrT4WH0akjdKPV0-W0bE5Opurvk4bslCdYC0y2OP/s400/Madeira-Porto+da+Cruz.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />TEU CORPO MEL<br /><br /><br />É de noite, fala baixo<br />Que alquém pode escutar<br />Apenas se ouve o riacho<br />Que mais parece chorar...<br /><br />Fala baixo ou então fica calada<br />Que o meu amor é bastante<br />Para dizer boca fechada<br />Serás para sempre amante<br /><br />Deixa beijar tua pele<br />Ao sabor dos lábios loucos<br />Teu corpo é sabor de mel<br /><br />Deixa em ti morrer aos poucos<br />Nas voltas do carrocel<br />Desejos loucos, em teu corpo mel.<br /><br /><br />Fotos: Louro<br />Soneto:António Henrique</div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>LOUROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05870234664778234982noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828082564663762014.post-60839942492216708132011-07-25T03:43:00.000-07:002011-07-25T03:44:01.581-07:00MADEIRA E SEUS ENCANTOS<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnblWf8Y9SUuqc4vR_WsCeup3r4nH915pNbsdzdZhNLJjm0n4WkTBbv3dyn0xoUOproOMlyMmheXnZ76-dylExx_7GcseiQx8sL0QPBejQ3aaITPabGqk_PT650SstYaACZcS5z4jI/s1600/5032764.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnblWf8Y9SUuqc4vR_WsCeup3r4nH915pNbsdzdZhNLJjm0n4WkTBbv3dyn0xoUOproOMlyMmheXnZ76-dylExx_7GcseiQx8sL0QPBejQ3aaITPabGqk_PT650SstYaACZcS5z4jI/s400/5032764.jpg" /></a> </div><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>LOUROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05870234664778234982noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828082564663762014.post-72743838802203727272011-06-14T10:19:00.000-07:002011-06-14T10:50:22.409-07:00ILHA DA MADEIRA<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJICDj9Ora0X9yz836nBILLvajqr-Rm8MjIxAaAxkBLa0zrar3gdYMfyuRiyjUGXBCP-4k9kM53H26rPpBditmfh93_9OHWzd8-38XGkvxmp27cxiyr7WK4NAq8OYBC0xsscyR2UCp/s1600/Madeira-Porto+da+Cruz.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618127215913581026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJICDj9Ora0X9yz836nBILLvajqr-Rm8MjIxAaAxkBLa0zrar3gdYMfyuRiyjUGXBCP-4k9kM53H26rPpBditmfh93_9OHWzd8-38XGkvxmp27cxiyr7WK4NAq8OYBC0xsscyR2UCp/s400/Madeira-Porto+da+Cruz.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizS0j9T0isBXfHlxowsiE10JRPUCIRWWWEb7E0gFlRhjeTZFEFSmQXP7VXUgfnTqHKU1wetbZdTcH55ELQyhfdTBWMf-lLtbhDk1uf9uZHQVgVZol3PabLDNusq1-ttEqtTQyt4j3N/s1600/Madeira-Baia.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618127204767803890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizS0j9T0isBXfHlxowsiE10JRPUCIRWWWEb7E0gFlRhjeTZFEFSmQXP7VXUgfnTqHKU1wetbZdTcH55ELQyhfdTBWMf-lLtbhDk1uf9uZHQVgVZol3PabLDNusq1-ttEqtTQyt4j3N/s400/Madeira-Baia.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxfpduSkC7-PDALGSjjr6HzDZ2DKGJl_k_EglnALX_b8bUcmIzetI9OGmCLBG8rnfJWeW4NTFmlwwWfcCR4t6rTKoVNrQBVPRavitD2dJLGzXAkfmiWZBX9-Up2T6j8SJiSpyOOUhR/s1600/madeira.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618127199123889602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxfpduSkC7-PDALGSjjr6HzDZ2DKGJl_k_EglnALX_b8bUcmIzetI9OGmCLBG8rnfJWeW4NTFmlwwWfcCR4t6rTKoVNrQBVPRavitD2dJLGzXAkfmiWZBX9-Up2T6j8SJiSpyOOUhR/s400/madeira.jpg" /></a> ELA NÃO VOLTA</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">As coisas são como são</div><br /><div align="center">Não vale a pena gemer</div><br /><div align="center">Este triste coração</div><br /><div align="center">Já nem sente o seu sofrer</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Gaivota em seu pensamento</div><br /><div align="center">Causava amor e tromento</div><br /><div align="center">Gaivota casada com o vento</div><br /><div align="center">Gaivota que eu invento</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Gaivota que leva longe</div><br /><div align="center">O meu rezar na capela</div><br /><div align="center">Já só sou um pobre monge</div><br /><div align="center">Que morre d´amor por ela</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">As coisas são como são</div><br /><div align="center">Pelo amor de uma gaivota</div><br /><div align="center">Perdi o meu coração</div><br /><div align="center">Sabendo que ela não volta.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Fotos:Louro</div><br /><div align="center">Poema;António Henrique<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div></div>LOUROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05870234664778234982noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828082564663762014.post-52258746714417531692011-05-05T04:18:00.000-07:002011-05-05T04:18:46.921-07:00Homenagem á amiga FERNANDA COSTA (FERNANDINHA) Falecida em 25/04/2011<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhizKLBdQJkyKCgCyZx-t2Bn7ewkbEm56pezXbzNzvlpQGkH1AsmZ-FeillQ55UySoLuzsFIpZXfE4LWUTdJXnTiKWwpVpMdVNgfxHWoV9N3FUYuAfMAfbqdmZtCvjzVidvZ25fF_Yi/s1600/FOTOS+DO+CD+-+2007+667.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhizKLBdQJkyKCgCyZx-t2Bn7ewkbEm56pezXbzNzvlpQGkH1AsmZ-FeillQ55UySoLuzsFIpZXfE4LWUTdJXnTiKWwpVpMdVNgfxHWoV9N3FUYuAfMAfbqdmZtCvjzVidvZ25fF_Yi/s400/FOTOS+DO+CD+-+2007+667.jpg" /></a> </div><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizzN3uAIOZ9fDi6QjASLxtPvjuElGn9ls5zOyTHQVdf68itWyaYmb0NuLHzL4yENp9VJF7SceVWrLEIL1kP6LbdehSFOzahccbTxP7krAmTygfphqlmfoCXQjIqQUxCC2cxdEd8uVx/s1600/FOTOS+DO+CD+-+2007+668.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizzN3uAIOZ9fDi6QjASLxtPvjuElGn9ls5zOyTHQVdf68itWyaYmb0NuLHzL4yENp9VJF7SceVWrLEIL1kP6LbdehSFOzahccbTxP7krAmTygfphqlmfoCXQjIqQUxCC2cxdEd8uVx/s400/FOTOS+DO+CD+-+2007+668.jpg" /></a><br /><br />PARTIDA<br /><br /><br />AGORA VOU PARTIR,MAS VOU SOZINHA<br />P ´RA LONGE, MUITO, NÃO SEI BEM...<br />VOU TENTARENCONTRAR-ME E SER SÓ MINHA<br />DESVENDANDO OS SEGREDOS DO ALÉM !<br /><br /><br />TAL COMO EMIGRAR SABE A ANDORINHA<br />QUANDO O CALOR SE VAI E O FRIO VEM<br />SENTIDO QUE O INVERNO SE AVIZINHA<br />JÁ SINTO MUITO FRIO... E VOU TAMBÉM.<br /><br /><br />NÃO PARTO LIBERTA DE SAUDADE<br />DEIXO LAÇOS DE AMOR E DE AMIZADE<br />QUE ESPERO RENOVAR NA PLANITUDE<br /><br /><br />NÃO POSSO DESISTIR DESTA PARTIDA<br />QUE NÃO É DIZER ADEUS Á VIDA<br />MAS SOMENTE A PROCURA DE QUIETUDE !<br /><br />FOTOS : LOURO<br />SONETO:FERNANDA COSTA<br /></div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>LOUROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05870234664778234982noreply@blogger.com47tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828082564663762014.post-42914124591247893802011-04-12T08:51:00.000-07:002011-04-12T09:14:36.704-07:00MARINA,FUNCHAL-MADEIRA<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDbOvid8m053wDfMlk1Q78ssgn0GbgQsrPbf3aUHfO4cAnRYIs-POn8O_P3XRec7oYZ9lKotNZ7uiLcJAt2pDfM38dJLCvFC7Upro5XrHgNjZyixojIip6cUasuLwjx6uw_2tRdZQg/s1600/9710682.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594731102498473362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDbOvid8m053wDfMlk1Q78ssgn0GbgQsrPbf3aUHfO4cAnRYIs-POn8O_P3XRec7oYZ9lKotNZ7uiLcJAt2pDfM38dJLCvFC7Upro5XrHgNjZyixojIip6cUasuLwjx6uw_2tRdZQg/s320/9710682.jpg" /></a> <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI6xdEc4USbNdoWxWJfYzAP2Ra3B-aeeKE7xDChgm31ds_FYaOp6wheknGYS5ZLDu1PCT5fafdtHXmX3sBLcnI9f2-ADgbTaL2yspP3vFWLUHJi26xicE3ixlNanFkwmirtpOczQT5/s1600/ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ99999999999999.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594729941453392978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI6xdEc4USbNdoWxWJfYzAP2Ra3B-aeeKE7xDChgm31ds_FYaOp6wheknGYS5ZLDu1PCT5fafdtHXmX3sBLcnI9f2-ADgbTaL2yspP3vFWLUHJi26xicE3ixlNanFkwmirtpOczQT5/s320/ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ99999999999999.jpg" /></a> </div><br /><div>FADO SAUDADE</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><div>A saudade que cantei</div><br /><div>Não canto do mesmo jeito</div><br /><div>Só eu sei o que chorei</div><br /><div>Com a saudade no peito</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Saudade de tanto amar</div><br /><div>Saudade que já não sei</div><br /><div>Levei a vida a chorar</div><br /><div>Por tanto que eu te amei</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>E agora se eu cantar</div><br /><div>Canto á saudade esquecida</div><br /><div>Só canto para me lembrar</div><br /><div>Quem foste na minha vida</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Poema-António Henrique </div></div>LOUROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05870234664778234982noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828082564663762014.post-34328730510757026992011-03-16T11:54:00.000-07:002011-03-16T11:54:48.771-07:00Madeira, Pérola do Atlântico<iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ru6LkWFtrKg?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>LOUROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05870234664778234982noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828082564663762014.post-53484579733728968892011-01-21T05:31:00.000-08:002011-01-22T06:28:03.417-08:00CONSTRUÇÕES NA AREIA-ALBUFEIRA-ALGARVE<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyoT2FYntIcGtOiXwK0AFWYVxMkzNggKXShlzVUGqkt7X_vORFqxWcqqD0-BOlrwlmE3asBI1FI2zrUFoF2FMglq_7T7rZseL8EpKtXmVYcbFBDbdJUiMmhyn-aC2TV-EwGTPQAVLr/s1600/Festa+de+Natal-2010+031.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyoT2FYntIcGtOiXwK0AFWYVxMkzNggKXShlzVUGqkt7X_vORFqxWcqqD0-BOlrwlmE3asBI1FI2zrUFoF2FMglq_7T7rZseL8EpKtXmVYcbFBDbdJUiMmhyn-aC2TV-EwGTPQAVLr/s400/Festa+de+Natal-2010+031.jpg" /></a> </div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">SOZINHO</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">È assim que me encanto</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">Sozinho em solidão no meu cantinho</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">E quando amigos ouvem o meu canto</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">De longe enviam-me seu carinho</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">Que bom que é andar sozinho</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"> porque a força da minha solidão</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">Faz-me andar neste caminho</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">Cheio de paz no coração</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">E "curto" os males d`amor... o final</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">Bem amado,ou mal amado</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">Que o amor nunca é um mal</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">Amar nunca foi pecado</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">Sozinho pensando bem nunca estou</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">Porque amo a solidão</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">Foi ela que em mim entrou</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">Dando paz ao coração</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">Fotos-Lourenço</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">Poema-António Henrique</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"> </div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><br /></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /></a></div>LOUROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05870234664778234982noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828082564663762014.post-92215066751790079762010-12-13T08:25:00.000-08:002010-12-13T08:28:43.698-08:00FOTOS DA MADEIRA<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiil5pK30Fu3zEU-e9VdohgU2DWwHrFCoGHEp4mx7vLrOkNO0n3gNcfVG7KWaRAxFfZIzi7VwjC3ZW97TooPpYt5q4HU2RJnqUEs3WqWlhVAzd_HoZg8_M9MgPhR081Pa_-ge0YFtTJ/s1600/6988025.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiil5pK30Fu3zEU-e9VdohgU2DWwHrFCoGHEp4mx7vLrOkNO0n3gNcfVG7KWaRAxFfZIzi7VwjC3ZW97TooPpYt5q4HU2RJnqUEs3WqWlhVAzd_HoZg8_M9MgPhR081Pa_-ge0YFtTJ/s400/6988025.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />CAPELÃO E FADO<br /><br /><br />Para mim nasceu o fado<br />pela voz de um capelão<br />Que andava apaixonado<br />A sofrer de coração<br /><br />Dava suspiros tão tristes<br />Por amor que era negado<br />E de pensamentos tristes<br />Assim foi que nasceu fado<br /><br />Fazia versos de amor<br />com alma e com garra<br />E foi de pena p`la dor<br />Que apareceu a guitarra<br /><br />E em versos de amor falava<br />Enquanto a guitarra trinava<br />Assim p´la madrugada<br />O poeta escrevia e a guitarra chorava<br /><br /><br />Fotos-Lourenço<br /><br />Poema-António Henrique</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /></a></div>LOUROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05870234664778234982noreply@blogger.com33