<?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-8474593476178219335</id><updated>2012-01-26T22:38:14.030Z</updated><title type='text'>Nuvens de Orvalho</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-4915333205438601944</id><published>2011-11-03T12:31:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-03T12:31:00.629Z</updated><title type='text'>O Meu Peito</title><summary type='text'>O meu peito é um banco de jardimOnde me sento cansadaNo trilho de uma alvoradaQue espero amanhecerÉ campo de malmequeres bem-me-queresDe pétalas espreitando o solNum fado em dó bemolDe um imenso céu nubladoO meu peito é um corcelNuma lua de papelEm desenho circularÉ uma mala de senhoraTão cheia de tudo e de nadaOnde me custa encontrar</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=4915333205438601944&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/4915333205438601944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/4915333205438601944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-meu-peito.html' title='O Meu Peito'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-4014746711059506228</id><published>2011-08-09T13:31:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T08:30:35.012+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fugir e Amar</title><summary type='text'>Um chão que nos foge dos pésUma paisagem que nos treme nos olhosUm mundo que não nos cabe nas mãosUma dor que nos chegaUma palavra que nos parteUm sorriso que nos morreUma voz abafada na gargantaUm olhar desfocado de corUm sentimento preso na peleUma ausência forçadaUma estrofe falidaUma ferida imundaUma boca famintaUma janela fechadaUma tela desertaUm abandono que mataUma </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=4014746711059506228&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/4014746711059506228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/4014746711059506228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2011/08/fugir-e-amar.html' title='Fugir e Amar'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-243659701421410613</id><published>2011-06-07T19:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T21:06:21.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Às Vezes Há Nevoeiro</title><summary type='text'>Às vezes há nevoeiroCerradoOu semidensoIntransparência brancaComo seda de um lençoQue acoberta valesE montesRibeiros e fontesSonega ao olharUm pedaço de horizonteÉ um mantoUma paredeUm silêncio uma sedeFolha de papel em brancoUm braço que não se estendeUma mão que não se senteUma luz que não se acendeUm eco que não se entendeÉ o sol que não se abre</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=243659701421410613&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/243659701421410613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/243659701421410613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2011/06/as-vezes-ha-nevoeiro.html' title='Às Vezes Há Nevoeiro'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-465391741343624444</id><published>2011-05-07T08:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T08:25:36.804+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As Tuas Mãos</title><summary type='text'>As tuas mãosAs tuas mãos na minha peleAs tuas mãos na minha pele são-meSão-me as tuas mãos Na minha pele CalorCalor do meio diaCalor do meio dia à meia noiteAs tuas mãos na minha pele são-me calorAmorÀ meia noite as tuas mãosNa minha peleSão-meAmorAmor da meia noiteAmor da meia noite ao meio diaSão-me as tuas mãos Na minha peleAmorAmor à meia noiteCalorCalor de toda a noiteCalor de toda a noite </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=465391741343624444&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/465391741343624444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/465391741343624444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2011/05/as-tuas-maos.html' title='As Tuas Mãos'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-8607276044017386976</id><published>2011-02-23T12:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:47:38.512+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Ar</title><summary type='text'>Um rebanho de ovelhas e cordeiros a pastarUm negro corvo passeia-se no meio da vegetaçãoO sol que incide em todos os seres e os faz brilharA água do campo a espelhar o sol em oraçãoUm bando de passarada miúda pousa no relvadoLevanta voo o corvo até ao canavialO vento na folhagem a dar a darA roupa a corar no estendalE o corvo que mostra o seu grasnarAs laranjeiras carregadas de laranjas </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=8607276044017386976&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/8607276044017386976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/8607276044017386976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2011/02/num-ar.html' title='Um Ar'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-2659520879392523293</id><published>2011-01-18T15:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-02T17:40:46.146Z</updated><title type='text'>Escuta</title><summary type='text'>O verde prateado do lagoManso e quebradoOnde mergulho os meus olhosQuais asas na brisa pousadasSolta silêncios aladosEcos perdidos soprados no solQue flores amarelas de insectos pousadosPerfumam de cor e vida e calorA voz cala-se às reentrânciasDa luz ao bordejar das margensOs sons repousamE é o silêncio que se faz verboEscutaSssschhiiu!</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=2659520879392523293&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/2659520879392523293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/2659520879392523293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2011/01/escuta.html' title='Escuta'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-1306873643205424480</id><published>2010-12-24T13:30:00.008Z</published><updated>2011-01-01T13:20:33.680Z</updated><title type='text'>É Natal</title><summary type='text'>Paz e AmorSaúde, Felicidade e AlegriaDesejam-se a todos nestes diasPois despontou a aurora na noiteNas trevas brilhou uma LuzPara nos apontar o caminhoRompeu as sombras do malDa Virgem nasceu JesusNum presépio pobrezinhoDesceu para nós – é Natal!Fábrica de LetrasDesafio de Dezembro: Objectos, pessoas, sítios e acontecimentosQue nesta Quadra do Natal acolhamos esta Luz para que resplandeça pelo </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=1306873643205424480&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/1306873643205424480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/1306873643205424480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2010/12/e-natal.html' title='É Natal'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-6931433470714410956</id><published>2010-11-24T10:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-24T10:29:05.616Z</updated><title type='text'>Transparência</title><summary type='text'>Abre a janelaDeixa entrar a luz do diaEssa transparência brancaQue alumia na manhãClara magiaInspira fundo e absorve-aObserva-a sente-a Deixa que se troque de ares contigoTe sorria e te alimente a fantasiaRespira a luz que te cegaEsse piscar de olhosEsse mar transparente e sorridente arAinda que tímido e leveDeixa que te leve ao coração a Luz MaiorQue é energia é poesia é cor A maior </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=6931433470714410956&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/6931433470714410956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/6931433470714410956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2010/11/transparencia.html' title='Transparência'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-1563624432896774237</id><published>2010-10-05T16:47:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T10:28:47.381Z</updated><title type='text'>A Chuva</title><summary type='text'>AhA chuvaEssa primeira chuva de OutonoNa vidraçaPreguiça que é vontadeDe não acordar aindaEsse gosto de chuvaNa noite que finda e traz o diaO cheiro a terra molhadaQue os sentidos inebriaNum sabor a pazE ao mesmo tempo nostalgiaE o assobio do ventoEssa música de baileQue faz dançar as folhas secasLá fora em rodopioSoa cá dentro mais baixinhoEmbalando este vagarDevagarinhoNo lusco-fusco da manhã </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=1563624432896774237&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/1563624432896774237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/1563624432896774237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2010/10/chuva.html' title='A Chuva'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-5035014497270037649</id><published>2010-08-26T14:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T14:14:05.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Em Tempo</title><summary type='text'>QueimaO solA peleArde sem nuvensO céuEspelha fogoO olharTransbordaO marA areiaDerreteA corA dorDesmaiaEm tempoDe amor</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=5035014497270037649&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/5035014497270037649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/5035014497270037649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2010/08/em-tempo.html' title='Em Tempo'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-2795508216587916625</id><published>2010-07-06T07:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T07:50:39.597+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Calor</title><summary type='text'>Calor rima com amorCom pudor e sem eleUma vaga de suorUm arrepio na peleUma dançaUm abraçoNo compasso dessa dorQue corre no fio do tempoNa orla do cobertor</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=2795508216587916625&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/2795508216587916625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/2795508216587916625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2010/07/calor.html' title='Calor'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-136445112380614061</id><published>2010-05-17T12:48:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:12:55.252+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Naufrágio</title><summary type='text'>Inspiro o ar da manhãComo quem bebeNos lábios um beijoE se entrega nessa magiaEncosto os olhos e absorvoO odor da maréComo quem recebeNo peito um abraçoE se encolhe nesse apertoAcordo o olharE avisto ao longe o azulBrilhando por entre as dunasConfundindo-se com outro azulQue sobe às alturasNaufragoPara naufragarNão é necessária embarcaçãoBasta que a não hajaMas dou à costaE desperto...</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=136445112380614061&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/136445112380614061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/136445112380614061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2010/05/naufragio.html' title='Naufrágio'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-2107701518370541545</id><published>2010-03-21T23:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-21T23:21:41.808Z</updated><title type='text'>É Poesia</title><summary type='text'>O meu coração É poesia Em avalanche Oceano em fúriaDe rochas em fusãoSacode tormento e dorExplode emoção e corÉ aceso vulcão De lava incandescenteEm insistente erupçãoBrilha paixão e calorEspelha centelhas de luzComo sol abrasadorPulsaArdeDestila Sentires em ebuliçãoJorraCorrentezas de amorO meu coração É poesia</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=2107701518370541545&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/2107701518370541545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/2107701518370541545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2010/03/e-poesia.html' title='É Poesia'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-4260170239175572035</id><published>2010-02-12T14:59:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-02-12T15:30:32.916Z</updated><title type='text'>Lago de águas mansas</title><summary type='text'>A minha alma é um lagoTranquiloSó soprado aqui e aliPor brisasLigeirasE ondeado ao de leve Por alados motinsDos seres que o habitamAlimentam-no regatosSussurrantesE beijam-no a luzDas estrelasE da lua cheiaBusca a cor nas flores das margens E nas aves que o sobrevoamPerfuma-se do nascerE do pôr-do-solEnamora-se dos pingos da chuva E do arco-írisÉ espelho do Sol que lhe dá a vidaEm dias de </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=4260170239175572035&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/4260170239175572035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/4260170239175572035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2010/02/lago-de-aguas-mansas.html' title='Lago de águas mansas'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-8393176550952654237</id><published>2010-01-11T08:46:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-11T10:50:23.823Z</updated><title type='text'>Geada</title><summary type='text'>Crepita o lume na lareiraHá geada no quintalLá fora aperta o frioCá dentro geme o meu rioNão sei se é da chuva ou do ventoCalor não é de certezaMuito embora brilhe o solUma pessoa também se cansaCansam as rimas e a poesiaCansam as canções e a músicaA dança acelera o ritmoMas os acordes são os mesmosNão sei se cante se caleSe grite ou se me embaleSe fuja ou se me instaleNem como enfrentar este mal</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=8393176550952654237&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/8393176550952654237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/8393176550952654237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2010/01/geada.html' title='Geada'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-8289734254885237126</id><published>2009-12-16T12:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:10:39.938Z</updated><title type='text'>Palavras</title><summary type='text'>Querem verter-se as palavrasNo vórtice do silêncioComo quem se despe nos versosQue encerram um poemaMas o silêncio confrangido e nuVestido só do frio que o atingePor mais que sinta pertoAs palavras que voam no ventoNão as pode comportarE num gesto gelado e doenteRepele-as cobardementeFicando a vê-las pairarE, no entanto,a Palavra se fez carne e habitou entre nós!Feliz Natal!</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=8289734254885237126&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/8289734254885237126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/8289734254885237126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2009/12/palavras.html' title='Palavras'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-7081868806632093435</id><published>2009-10-31T18:30:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:10:59.012Z</updated><title type='text'>Veneno</title><summary type='text'>De fumo se vesteDe noite o diaVeneno meladoQue a pele arrepiaSem lei nem pudorPerdeu-se a vergonhaEm estufa se criamBichos com peçonhaMordem e injectamVeneno que atordoaQue dá sonolênciaDá náuseas e vómitosDescargas eléctricasOu causa dormência</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=7081868806632093435&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/7081868806632093435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/7081868806632093435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2009/10/venenos.html' title='Veneno'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-4378988287836916753</id><published>2009-10-19T17:52:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T18:00:01.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aborrecimento</title><summary type='text'>Estou aborrecidaProstradaQue foi que me aborreceu?É este mundoUma fantochadaOnde se encontra cada figuraDe uma imensa piada!Cada pigmeuCom ar de senhor doutorQue para granjear um favorOu para ser engraçadoSe arma em giganteAdamastor!Um enfadoSim, senhor.E cá estou euA soltar um breve lamentoSem conseguir pôr de ladoUm ar de aborrecimento.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=4378988287836916753&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/4378988287836916753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/4378988287836916753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2009/10/aborrecimento.html' title='Aborrecimento'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-5635583987165809488</id><published>2009-09-15T17:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T17:50:00.347+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dormência</title><summary type='text'>Não me apeteceEscreverPensar sequerOlhar ou fazerO que querQue sejaOu estejaNa incumbênciaHaja paciênciaQue a apetênciaHá-de surgirNo porvirDe alguma florescênciaSem violência</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=5635583987165809488&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/5635583987165809488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/5635583987165809488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2009/09/dormencia.html' title='Dormência'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-964580922480505354</id><published>2009-07-25T08:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T08:38:32.478+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aninha-me</title><summary type='text'>Dá-me coloAcolhe-meAninha-me nos teus braçosProtege-meMima-meSegura-mePorque estou vidroFrágilQuase partidoQuase a quebrarE as tuas mãos suavesMaciasSabem acolherSegurarProtegerAninhar</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=964580922480505354&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/964580922480505354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/964580922480505354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2009/07/aninha-me.html' title='Aninha-me'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-4519838894707545638</id><published>2009-06-26T17:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T17:40:56.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Deixa...</title><summary type='text'>Deixa que te abraceQue sinta em mim a tua pele nuaQue te percorraTe respireTe absorvaDeixa...Deixa que te afague enquanto dormesDeixa que te mimeQue te faça sonhar nas minhas mãosQue te fascineTe domineTe aprisioneDeixa...Deixa que te sinta acordar enquanto sonhasDeixa-te rolar sob o meu corpoDeixa que te beijeQue te desejeQue te mordisque a línguaTe provoqueTe ponha em lumeQue te acostumeTe </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=4519838894707545638&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/4519838894707545638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/4519838894707545638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2009/06/deixa.html' title='Deixa...'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-313500013712345616</id><published>2009-05-23T08:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T11:50:16.413+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amo-te</title><summary type='text'>Procuro-te e não te encontroMas estendo o braço e encontro o rasto do teu odorAs marcas que deixaste na nossa camaDepois da madrugada de amorDeixaste-me a dormir no calor do teu lumeDepois de me incendiares sem queixumePara acordar nos braços do teu perfume…Ainda tenho em mim a seda da tua peleE nos meus lábios o sabor do teu mel…Oh… amo-te!</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=313500013712345616&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/313500013712345616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/313500013712345616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2009/05/amo-te.html' title='Amo-te'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-3909906573379703509</id><published>2009-04-17T11:19:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:43:01.514+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Manias</title><summary type='text'>A Joaninha deu-me um prémioQue coloquei lá ao fundo…Fica aí em exposiçãoPara que o veja todo o mundoEla bem pensou em me premiarMas quer que eu siga as regras do jogoAinda que seja a brincarÀs vezes brinca-se com o fogo…Uma das regras é referirCinco manias, apegos, ou obsessões que eu tenha.Porque me apetece fugirUso um bocado de manhaÉ uma das minhas maniasDetestar que me ditem qualquer regra,</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=3909906573379703509&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/3909906573379703509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/3909906573379703509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2009/04/manias.html' title='Manias'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-8789829663536926022</id><published>2009-03-18T08:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-18T08:35:40.659Z</updated><title type='text'>Dormir nus</title><summary type='text'>NusDormir nusAbraçadosAconchegadosUm sono reparadorSalgadosSaciados de amorNusEnamoradosCansadosAbraçadosDormir aconchegadosMas nusDestapadosÉ acordar constipados!</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=8789829663536926022&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/8789829663536926022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/8789829663536926022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2009/03/dormir-nus.html' title='Dormir nus'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-1976424439257137087</id><published>2009-02-14T16:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:23:37.295Z</updated><title type='text'>Bebidas inebriantes</title><summary type='text'>Teu corpo molda-se ao meuE o meu corpo ao teuJuntos no lume de um abraçoE sem qualquer embaraçoSe saciam um no outroComungam corpos e almasBebidas inebriantesEm manhãs suaves e calmas</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=1976424439257137087&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/1976424439257137087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/1976424439257137087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2009/02/bebidas-inebriantes.html' title='Bebidas inebriantes'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-940099078260679149</id><published>2009-02-03T18:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-03T18:18:11.169Z</updated><title type='text'>Foi o frio</title><summary type='text'>Foi o frio que me fustigouE me vai impelindo ao quentinhoMesmo se tu és o meu abrigoE os teus braços o meu ninhoOs teus olhos seduçãoOs teus lábios o meu vinhoE o meu corpo arde em paixão...O frio marcou presençaDitou a sua sentençaEmudeceu a canetaSecou a inspiraçãoDeixou-me à espera do verão</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=940099078260679149&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/940099078260679149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/940099078260679149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2009/02/foi-o-frio.html' title='Foi o frio'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-1611707982857744696</id><published>2009-01-13T12:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:17:17.852Z</updated><title type='text'>Pauta</title><summary type='text'>Entre a música que me embalaUma melodia me cantaUm eco acorda em verboUm tom se torna em corUm presente se conjugaUma saudade se espantaUm sol que me dá sorrisoUma canção de amorEspero mais que um solfejoEm cada gota de beijoNuma sinfonia de abraçosOlhos nos olhos ensejoAfecto e carinho almejoNa pauta de doces traços</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=1611707982857744696&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/1611707982857744696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/1611707982857744696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2009/01/pauta.html' title='Pauta'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-7860364652090300673</id><published>2008-12-31T15:55:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:04:49.128Z</updated><title type='text'>Só o amor</title><summary type='text'>Só o amorTem a força para transformar o mundoAs suas coresRevelam-se em muitas tonalidadesDiferentesAbrangentesFortesSuavesLuminosasTranscendentesCada tomÉ um domPedacinho de uma auraProtectoraRedentoraQue edificaQue a todos pacificaAmaCom amorÁgapePhiliaEros...Ama!E do mundo se apartará o choro, a dorO medo, o torpor...E toda a NaturezaCantará belezaE o tempo espelhará nova corEm cada bocadinho </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=7860364652090300673&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/7860364652090300673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/7860364652090300673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2008/12/s-o-amor.html' title='Só o amor'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-5972524486557739173</id><published>2008-12-18T17:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:46:15.897Z</updated><title type='text'>Amor e uma Cabana</title><summary type='text'>O frio espreitaE a neve se avizinhaQue bom que é sentirO aconchego dos teus braçosE o toque da tua peleEm ti aquecerDormir e acordarRespirar-teSaber-teAmar-teSem que nos falteAmor e uma Cabana(Feliz Natal!)</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=5972524486557739173&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/5972524486557739173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/5972524486557739173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2008/12/amor-e-uma-cabana.html' title='Amor e uma Cabana'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-8219143455260419330</id><published>2008-11-28T16:27:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-28T16:32:23.831Z</updated><title type='text'>Negrura</title><summary type='text'>O clarão ilumina a noitemonstro algozcomo ladrão que pela caladada noite pesada de sonorouba e chacinadomina a trevapavor irrompe e prantosem manto que valha na dorDepois é tardeé manhã cedoe o medo dá lugarao tremor das pernasas mãos não sabemmandar o corponão obedeceaquece o diaa melodia é escuraque se pega entranhatamanha essa coro odor é fumoé cinza é póé negro é dó</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=8219143455260419330&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/8219143455260419330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/8219143455260419330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2008/11/negrura.html' title='Negrura'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-7985540480591777622</id><published>2008-11-10T10:03:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-10T14:50:33.932Z</updated><title type='text'>Carícias nocturnas</title><summary type='text'>Mãos que te percorremMãos que me percorremDesejos que despertamLábios que se unemEm beijos molhadosCorpos transpiradosCarícias nocturnasDia de solMesmo que com chuva</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=7985540480591777622&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/7985540480591777622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/7985540480591777622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2008/11/carcias-nocturnos.html' title='Carícias nocturnas'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-3279065006374694569</id><published>2008-10-26T21:55:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:04:05.461Z</updated><title type='text'>Tenho frio</title><summary type='text'>Tenho frio, estou geladaEnvolve-me no teu abraçoPara que esqueça o cansaçoMergulhada no teu peitoÉs o berço que me embalaO cobertor que me aqueceQue me circunda de calorSempre que o dia escureceSegreda-me o teu amorPercorre-me de energiaAquieta-me a vontadeInvade-me do teu odorE amanhã no novo diaBrilharei tranquilidade</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=3279065006374694569&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/3279065006374694569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/3279065006374694569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2008/10/tenho-frio.html' title='Tenho frio'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-6262230027652827196</id><published>2008-10-06T19:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T19:03:13.027+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Serenar</title><summary type='text'>Preciso do teu coloEncostar a cabeça no teu peitoSentir a tua mão nos meus cabelosE o teu aconchego no leitoAfaga o meu corpo doridoSê sempre o meu porto seguroSerena este mar tão revoltoDá-me a calma e a paz que procuro</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=6262230027652827196&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/6262230027652827196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/6262230027652827196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2008/10/serenar.html' title='Serenar'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-6158945354472996472</id><published>2008-09-22T22:24:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T16:08:13.020+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A solidão</title><summary type='text'>Sentir-se rejeitadoOlhar-se mal amadoE pensar em si a culpa, o pecadoMas não ler no peito a causa, o motivoDe não haver ninguém consigoAlguém onde chorar, um ombro amigoTristeza, penas, abandonoPerde-se a alegria de viverA alma adoeceE o rosto desvaneceNa vida amargo sonoDe uma noite que não quer amanhecerQuando a amizade é apenas utopiaE o amor unicamente uma ilusãoSufocam emoções em negro </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=6158945354472996472&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/6158945354472996472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/6158945354472996472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2008/09/solido.html' title='A solidão'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-9040388577213488751</id><published>2008-09-05T10:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T10:47:57.235+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Silêncios</title><summary type='text'>Distraída vou respirando silênciosSilêncios que nada falamSilêncios que pouco dizemSilêncios que muito calamSilêncios que se traduzemEm ecos inaudíveisIrreconhecíveis quando surgemCarregados de vazioSilêncios em que o frio que produzemFinjo não perceberMas que parece vir de uma aragemOu de qualquer outra viragemQue não me apetece entender</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=9040388577213488751&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/9040388577213488751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/9040388577213488751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2008/09/silncios.html' title='Silêncios'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-8855654793323847071</id><published>2008-08-22T09:33:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:42:26.912+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Verão azul</title><summary type='text'>Navego no mar dos teus olhosMergulho nas ondas do teu cabeloCom o sol da tua voz me aqueçoEstou árvore inteira com todos os ramosÀ sombra dos quais adormeçoPerco-me nos versos que escrevo em mimQuando entrego os lábios ao beijo da vidaNa cor da viagem há tanto apetecidaSonho verde em terra azulO teu lugar de eleiçãoRegato onde me encontroE nado ao ritmo do coração</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=8855654793323847071&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/8855654793323847071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/8855654793323847071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2008/08/vero-azul.html' title='Verão azul'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-3477906874659507279</id><published>2008-08-09T08:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T08:40:09.372+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero mais</title><summary type='text'>Visto estrelas cadentesCalço ventos e marésBebo luas e sóisDegusto riscos e traçosPenso linhas e pautasPinto sustenidos e bemóisFalo olhares e abraçosCanto aguarelas e pincéisEscrevo jardins e areaisDormito livros e papéisSonho silêncios e risosE quero ainda mais</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=3477906874659507279&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/3477906874659507279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/3477906874659507279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2008/08/quero-mais.html' title='Quero mais'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-7806845336932367209</id><published>2008-07-31T07:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T07:48:04.701+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Como ave</title><summary type='text'>Como ave sempre livreQue voa segura no azul do céuPlanando no ar e sentindo-o seuAssim a minha alma se embalaAo som da música em voo rasadoPor entre um arco-íris perfumadoValsejando tal cançãoQue se extasia num refrãoDepois pousa em sombra frescaA beber o descanso merecidoSerena as asas cansadasQue pela brisa levadas Ao ar puro apetecidoDa fragrância da paixãoPor demais arrebatadaEm intensa </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=7806845336932367209&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/7806845336932367209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/7806845336932367209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2008/07/como-ave.html' title='Como ave'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-4882914273773972125</id><published>2008-07-22T21:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T21:36:53.323+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desenho-te</title><summary type='text'>Rabisco-te em folhas de papelDesenho-te em tranças e laços de cordelSonho-te as formasContorno-te as normasRevisto-te de imagensPinto-te de paisagensReproduzo-te em coresEsqueço-te as doresCristalizo-te os momentosApago-te os lamentosLimo-te as arestasCircundo-te de festasVida...Feita poema</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=4882914273773972125&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/4882914273773972125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/4882914273773972125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2008/07/desenho-te.html' title='Desenho-te'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-6594087180091213324</id><published>2008-07-14T08:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T09:13:05.728+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Às voltas</title><summary type='text'>Deixei-me embalar pelo marulho das ondasAdormeciE acordeiSenti o apelo do solAqueciE mergulheiNo som do vento enrolei a voz SolfejeiE emudeciNa tua pele quente e maciaReboleiE me perdi</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=6594087180091213324&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/6594087180091213324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/6594087180091213324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2008/07/s-voltas.html' title='Às voltas'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-2668940825724792667</id><published>2008-07-06T20:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T20:13:47.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Instantes</title><summary type='text'>Olho em torno de mimErvas, mato, giestas, pinheiros…Carrascas caídas, pinhas, pedras…Sol, nuvens, vento…A natureza apela, chama, sussurraA inebriante música das árvoresCanta calma e pazO som do vento nas ramagensConvida à contemplaçãoÀ reflexãoA esquecer a máquina do tempoOs raios de sol Sobre as pedras do outeiroMe falam de Ti</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=2668940825724792667&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/2668940825724792667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/2668940825724792667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2008/07/instantes.html' title='Instantes'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-6494308481042822450</id><published>2008-06-24T21:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:58:22.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ensaio de poema quente</title><summary type='text'>Pensei em escrever um poema quente como o VerãoFeito de rimas ricas em cachos de luarEm que incessante falasse de calor e de amorMas uma lágrima tentou matreira espreitarEm vez de calor e lua cheiaA mente abalou até outras paragensFlutuou ao sabor de outras aragensE se enredou toda numa teiaE mesmo se ao sonho eu sou dadaQuer esteja muito ou pouco inspiradaSorvo aquela núvem que me atingeE padeço</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=6494308481042822450&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/6494308481042822450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/6494308481042822450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2008/06/ensaio-de-poema-quente.html' title='Ensaio de poema quente'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-8910675833470732232</id><published>2008-06-16T11:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T11:54:12.702+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meus lábios em tua pele</title><summary type='text'>Desenho os meus lábios na tua pele nuaSuavemente te percorroSem ousar te acordarA beleza de poder dizer-me tuaÉ o que vem em meu socorroPara despudorada te amarO prazer de te tocarÉ húmus que alimentaUm terreno em pousioO acto de te beijarÉ o leito que sustentaO nosso caudaloso rio</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=8910675833470732232&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/8910675833470732232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/8910675833470732232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2008/06/meus-lbios-em-tua-pele.html' title='Meus lábios em tua pele'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-2024535019797808417</id><published>2008-06-05T18:18:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T18:58:34.691+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O teu beijo</title><summary type='text'>Anseio pelo teu beijo ao fim da tardeSuaveHúmidoQuenteArdentePelo teu beijo eu anseioComo um oásisNo meio de um desertoO teu beijo suaveAcalma a minha tempestade de areiaO teu beijo húmido Sacia a minha sede de loucuraO teu beijo quenteReanima o meu corpo partidoO teu beijo ardenteDerrete o meu coração, já ele de manteigaE toda eu me desfaçoAo toque do teu abraçoE me dispo do cansaço... Sou tua!</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=2024535019797808417&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/2024535019797808417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/2024535019797808417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2008/06/anseio-pelo-teu-beijo-ao-fim-da-tarde.html' title='O teu beijo'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-6050064142337921135</id><published>2008-05-24T15:25:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T21:50:04.584+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma questão de pele</title><summary type='text'>Tu és o meu amigo,És o meu cúmplice,Meu eco do coração.Tua barba me pica,És o meu homem,A minha paixão.Tuas mãos são de lã,Teus lábios de seda,Tua língua é veludo.Tu és o meu homemE és o meu tudo.És a pele da minha pele,A minha inspiração.És as minhas reticências...E o meu ponto de exclamação!</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=6050064142337921135&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/6050064142337921135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/6050064142337921135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2008/05/uma-questo-de-pele.html' title='Uma questão de pele'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-8499721203975629986</id><published>2008-05-14T09:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T09:54:24.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O acordar do pavão</title><summary type='text'>Escuto estremunhadaOs gritos do pavãoNem sei se estou acordadaMas parece-me que nãoÉ ainda madrugadaE ontem fiz serão...Rebolo para o ladoEstatelo-me no chãoOuço a tua voz de zangadoPor tão grande trambolhão"Agora estou destapadoTiraste-me o edredão"Vens para junto de mimTomas conta da situaçãoE nos lençóis de cetimEnvolves-me em seduçãoCom "pós de perlimpimpim"Me enches de confusãoSerá sonho ou </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=8499721203975629986&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/8499721203975629986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/8499721203975629986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2008/05/o-acordar-do-pavo.html' title='O acordar do pavão'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-3339387255698629007</id><published>2008-05-07T07:37:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T07:51:10.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Apagar</title><summary type='text'>Vou dominar um impulsoA alhear vou aprenderCerro as janelas aos olhosCorro as cortinas à menteColoco trancas à bocaFecho à chave os ouvidosAmarro os pés e as mãosQuem sabe se sem conhecerSem caminhar e sem verSem falar nem perceberSem ouvir o coraçãoTalvez faça muito maisDo que acessar canaisE escute a voz da razão</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=3339387255698629007&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/3339387255698629007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/3339387255698629007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2008/05/apagar.html' title='Apagar'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-4489312714346315916</id><published>2008-04-29T16:57:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T17:10:31.876+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Silêncio</title><summary type='text'>O silêncio planaEm fresca brisaE embala suavementeVocábulos por desenharEm baixo voo nocturnoChove como melodiaDuma leveza dormenteDepondo ataraxiaDe nardo em alabastroEssência a flutuarFumo de aromas soleneSopro de mãos feiticeirasAnestesia da almaPérola de sonho e luarSilêncio...Arranco do teu pianoAs notas para eu tocar</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=4489312714346315916&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/4489312714346315916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/4489312714346315916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2008/04/silncio.html' title='Silêncio'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-2881864478550628273</id><published>2008-04-25T09:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T09:04:38.162+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Calem-se as palavras!</title><summary type='text'>Calem-se as palavrasOcas, vazias,Desprovidas da razão.Dúbias, enganosas,Que picam no coração.Audazes, mentirosas,Que nos atiram ao chão.De mel, mas venenosas...Calem-se as palavras!Quero fazer silêncio...</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=2881864478550628273&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/2881864478550628273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/2881864478550628273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2008/04/calem-se-as-palavras.html' title='Calem-se as palavras!'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-525307667063091858</id><published>2008-04-22T11:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T12:23:36.057+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não me importo</title><summary type='text'>Não me importo de acordar cedo para trabalhar;Não me importo de deitar tarde por ter de estudar;Não me importo que desabafem comigo pois gosto de ajudar;Não me importo de ser sensível ao ponto de, por tudo e por nada, chorar;Não me importo que o João tenha pensado em me mimar;E não me importo de ter que, este desafio, passar.Assim,Bandeiras;Outono;Miki;Eduardo;Joaninha;e Donagata seis coisas que </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=525307667063091858&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/525307667063091858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/525307667063091858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-me-importo.html' title='Não me importo'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-8775078914594401513</id><published>2008-04-18T16:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T16:46:03.929+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vem</title><summary type='text'>VemEntrelaça os teus dedos nos meusE sussurra-me ao ouvidoAquelas palavras que eu gosto de ouvirMorde-me a orelhaE percorre comigoAs etapas do percurso por descobrirVemQue um arrepio me percorre a pelePois tu és meu cata-ventoMas também a pedra em que assentoE eu preciso de ti</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=8775078914594401513&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/8775078914594401513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/8775078914594401513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2008/04/vem.html' title='Vem'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-5331570430946936620</id><published>2008-04-13T09:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T09:31:21.187+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Beija-me!</title><summary type='text'>Beija-meOh, beija-me!Com agradoCom volúpiaPrende-me nos teus braçosFaz de mimTeu corpoTua almaTeu anseioTeu sopro matinalBeija-mePerde-me de amorPois nos teus braçosEu me quero perderPara me encontrarEm ti!</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=5331570430946936620&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/5331570430946936620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/5331570430946936620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2008/04/beija-me.html' title='Beija-me!'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-6267100690364821724</id><published>2008-04-08T09:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T09:11:24.861+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuga(z)</title><summary type='text'>PerpassoVidas sofridasArtes escondidasCaminhosAtalhosRetalhos de partidasLongeQue se faz pertoPertoTão perto que se distanciaOlhares em que se não viaNem solNem luaNem nada que sorriaAlvores perdidosE uma foz que se anuncia</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=6267100690364821724&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/6267100690364821724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/6267100690364821724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2008/03/fugaz.html' title='Fuga(z)'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-5032555638235800345</id><published>2008-04-05T09:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T09:04:48.203+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexes comigo</title><summary type='text'>Quando me tocas,Me mexesMexes comigo.Acuso o perigoNos beijos trocados,Desabridos,Fogosos,Tão apaixonadosQue me podes ler,E assim saberQue ao me tocarE ao me mexerMexes comigo!</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=5032555638235800345&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/5032555638235800345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/5032555638235800345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2008/04/mexes-comigo.html' title='Mexes comigo'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-2776826931861193019</id><published>2008-04-03T08:30:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T23:19:21.165+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um arejo</title><summary type='text'>Pensamentos profundosUm arranhar de sub-mundosVisõesAlucinaçõesIlaçõesUm desabar de sensaçõesQue estremecemE tecemTeiasMarés cheiasLuasE ruasAo som de batuquesUm ribombarDe tamboresMotoresA estalarNo 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-8550102266684204023</id><published>2008-04-01T11:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T23:20:31.844+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mimo</title><summary type='text'>Queres mimoNão dormes sem eleProcurasPedesInsinuasBates à portaDescaradamenteInsidiosamenteImplorasSuplicasProntoVemPodes entrar</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=8550102266684204023&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/8550102266684204023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/8550102266684204023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2008/04/mimo.html' title='Mimo'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-653298969382498110</id><published>2008-03-27T08:49:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-04-04T23:21:00.289+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosto</title><summary type='text'>Gosto de tiDo teu olharDas tuas mãosDe te abraçarGosto de te sentirE te beijarGosto de te morderDe te picarTe excitarE no fimTe abandonar</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=653298969382498110&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/653298969382498110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/653298969382498110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2008/03/gosto.html' title='Gosto'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474593476178219335.post-5537924358582001868</id><published>2008-03-18T07:09:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-04-04T23:21:26.137+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuvens de orvalho</title><summary type='text'>Nuvens de orvalhoEm madrugadas de quase primaveraAusências de um solAinda por sorrirEnrosco meu corpo no teuNão durmoNem deixo dormir</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8474593476178219335&amp;postID=5537924358582001868&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/5537924358582001868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8474593476178219335/posts/default/5537924358582001868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perlustrar.blogspot.com/2008/03/nuvens-de-orvalho.html' title='Nuvens de orvalho'/><author><name>Perla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938609829388852192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6_iQCl8AJMw/R9_E9n24qMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lyN-7RFuk4U/S220/Perla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
