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paixão&lt;br /&gt;Mas paupérrimos são os calares desta geração,&lt;br /&gt;Timidez profana,&lt;br /&gt;Violadora de intentos,&lt;br /&gt;Quebra os instintos&lt;br /&gt;Esmorece contentamentos!&lt;br /&gt;Triste geração global que não quebra as barreiras à diversidade…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Autoria: Lúcio Balula Júnior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-1056156739004115934?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/feeds/1056156739004115934/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509044&amp;postID=1056156739004115934&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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vento foi quem escolheste&lt;br /&gt;E à deriva do vento não te tens lembrado de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez tenhas razão&lt;br /&gt;Intensidade faltou&lt;br /&gt;Mas ternura não,&lt;br /&gt;Sentes falta das intempéries dizes tu,&lt;br /&gt;E apesar dos poucos momentos que guardas para nós&lt;br /&gt;E do recente germinar da união&lt;br /&gt;Esperas pulso,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca fui doutrinado nesta questão,&lt;br /&gt;As relações emanam da harmonia&lt;br /&gt;Não da passividade de alguém,&lt;br /&gt;Ideologicamente diferentes&lt;br /&gt;Os valores da união,&lt;br /&gt;Não és contemporânea na forma de trovar a relação,&lt;br /&gt;Recusas as vitórias de uma outra geração&lt;br /&gt;E mergulhas no profundo Portugal…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autoria: Lúcio Balula Júnior&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-2011037877893030023?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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/&gt;Um momento quente,&lt;br /&gt;Para mim o que ficou…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autoria: Lúcio Balula Júnior&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-2566606131972858779?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/feeds/2566606131972858779/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509044&amp;postID=2566606131972858779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509044/posts/default/2566606131972858779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509044/posts/default/2566606131972858779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LHNUuynY3FA/R4Earwh2GuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6bnkS9WkW9I/s400/arvore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mistérios que se escondem nas emoções,&lt;br /&gt;Razões por descobrir&lt;br /&gt;Momentos que não queres definir,&lt;br /&gt;Perplexidade pretendes tu,&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não,&lt;br /&gt;Também sou amigo da incerteza,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não faço dela a minha melhor amizade,&lt;br /&gt;Conceitos,&lt;br /&gt;Diferenças,&lt;br /&gt;Virtudes ou defeitos…&lt;br /&gt;Sei o que sentes&lt;br /&gt;Sei o que desejas,&lt;br /&gt;Liberdade…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autoria: Lúcio Balula Júnior &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-1306989366202701901?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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sei navegar,&lt;br /&gt;Não dês nunca como certo aquilo que usualmente me conheces,&lt;br /&gt;Astenia&lt;br /&gt;É um mal de que também sofro&lt;br /&gt;Desânimo,&lt;br /&gt;Mantém-no ao longe&lt;br /&gt;Espera pelo emergir da realização&lt;br /&gt;E verás que valeu a pena sonhar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ass: Lúcio Balula Júnior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-2651932421149706764?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/feeds/2651932421149706764/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509044&amp;postID=2651932421149706764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509044.post-3025495104878777954</id><published>2007-12-10T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T16:05:20.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Páginas d´um livro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LHNUuynY3FA/R13UE_U5toI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QjW71mBOX3k/s1600-h/livro.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142499531710641794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LHNUuynY3FA/R13UE_U5toI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QjW71mBOX3k/s400/livro.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Navegas em mim quando estás longe,&lt;br /&gt;És um livro infindado&lt;br /&gt;Repleto de histórias que a tua caligrafia redigiu&lt;br /&gt;E ousará redigir,&lt;br /&gt;Momentos&lt;br /&gt;Efemérides até,&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora os trovadores somos nós&lt;br /&gt;E és tu muito mais poeta no teu livro do que eu,&lt;br /&gt;Mas muitas são as páginas onde também quero escrever!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Autoria: Lúcio Balula Júnior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-3025495104878777954?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/feeds/3025495104878777954/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509044&amp;postID=3025495104878777954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509044/posts/default/3025495104878777954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509044/posts/default/3025495104878777954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/2007/12/pginas-dum-livro.html' title='Páginas d´um livro'/><author><name>Lúcio Balula Júnior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884614364280296706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LHNUuynY3FA/R13UE_U5toI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QjW71mBOX3k/s72-c/livro.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509044.post-5938037465014015395</id><published>2007-11-27T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T09:32:37.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anseios de paixão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LHNUuynY3FA/R0xUhgqGwmI/AAAAAAAAADw/xyG_h0p7vsU/s1600-h/1604140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137574209601847906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LHNUuynY3FA/R0xUhgqGwmI/AAAAAAAAADw/xyG_h0p7vsU/s400/1604140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conversamos intimismos&lt;br /&gt;Esquecendo segredos,&lt;br /&gt;Defrontando receios próprios da nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;Aspiro eufemismos,&lt;br /&gt;Resolução para novas emoções!&lt;br /&gt;Quase me invade a ousadia de romper diálogos no amanhã,&lt;br /&gt;Muitos… mas nem sempre,&lt;br /&gt;Desejo a melodia de um piano para realmente te sentir,&lt;br /&gt;E encontrar a força de um tenor para verdadeiramente te viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autoria: Lúcio Balula Júnior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-5938037465014015395?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LHNUuynY3FA/R0xUhgqGwmI/AAAAAAAAADw/xyG_h0p7vsU/s72-c/1604140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509044.post-5396443078485014733</id><published>2007-11-27T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T08:14:23.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O desejo da emoção</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LHNUuynY3FA/R0xCKwqGwlI/AAAAAAAAADo/2y0JnSr6_ZE/s1600-h/fall-of-autumn-leaves-wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137554027550523986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LHNUuynY3FA/R0xCKwqGwlI/AAAAAAAAADo/2y0JnSr6_ZE/s400/fall-of-autumn-leaves-wallpaper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;No Outono as folhas dançam&lt;br /&gt;É o vento quem marca o ritmo do seu bailar,&lt;br /&gt;Frio, por agora não sinto,&lt;br /&gt;Mas prospera cada vez que estás fora do horizonte do meu olhar!&lt;br /&gt;Vou sentir a abstinência do teu calor&lt;br /&gt;E logo agora que a nossa Primavera germinou!&lt;br /&gt;Que o sol triunfe nas efemérides do amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autoria: Lúcio Balula Júnior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-5396443078485014733?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/feeds/5396443078485014733/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509044&amp;postID=5396443078485014733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509044/posts/default/5396443078485014733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509044/posts/default/5396443078485014733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/2007/11/o-desejo-da-emoo.html' title='O desejo da emoção'/><author><name>Lúcio Balula Júnior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884614364280296706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LHNUuynY3FA/R0xCKwqGwlI/AAAAAAAAADo/2y0JnSr6_ZE/s72-c/fall-of-autumn-leaves-wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509044.post-8957581180363050251</id><published>2007-11-14T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T09:09:33.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Propensões</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LHNUuynY3FA/RzsrmG4dQoI/AAAAAAAAADg/SYj1keqE2GM/s1600-h/CP_0108paisagem8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132744134001246850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LHNUuynY3FA/RzsrmG4dQoI/AAAAAAAAADg/SYj1keqE2GM/s400/CP_0108paisagem8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Intimidades constantes&lt;br /&gt;Conivências presentes,&lt;br /&gt;Vivências comuns,&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscências joviais ou não,&lt;br /&gt;De Temperamento germinado,&lt;br /&gt;Prosperas em mim como a manhã radiante&lt;br /&gt;Aquela que transforma a escuridão da noite em cor,&lt;br /&gt;E nos envolve no amor!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Autoria: Lúcio Balula Júnior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-8957581180363050251?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/feeds/8957581180363050251/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509044&amp;postID=8957581180363050251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509044/posts/default/8957581180363050251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509044/posts/default/8957581180363050251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/2007/11/propenses.html' title='Propensões'/><author><name>Lúcio Balula Júnior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884614364280296706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LHNUuynY3FA/RzsrmG4dQoI/AAAAAAAAADg/SYj1keqE2GM/s72-c/CP_0108paisagem8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509044.post-3096308916222508467</id><published>2007-11-14T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T17:48:00.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cila</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LHNUuynY3FA/RzsqjW4dQnI/AAAAAAAAADY/qINgVGXSIAs/s1600-h/landscape1280x1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132742987244978802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LHNUuynY3FA/RzsqjW4dQnI/AAAAAAAAADY/qINgVGXSIAs/s400/landscape1280x1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje sinto que vivi,&lt;br /&gt;Conheci e deixei partir alguém que verdadeiramente senti,&lt;br /&gt;Subtil no olhar&lt;br /&gt;Audaciosa no momento de dançar,&lt;br /&gt;Sensível na arte de se contar!&lt;br /&gt;Três noites de emoção&lt;br /&gt;E um deserto de paixão,&lt;br /&gt;Perdi-te uma vez mais,&lt;br /&gt;Ingenuamente eu sei,&lt;br /&gt;Não devia ter te feito partir sem antes te mimar&lt;br /&gt;Era esse o momento apaziguador do meu sentir!&lt;br /&gt;A saudade já medra&lt;br /&gt;O descontrolo emocional aperta,&lt;br /&gt;É ténue a vontade de continuar aquilo que começou antes de te conhecer&lt;br /&gt;E tu passas a ser o centro do meu viver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autoria: Lúcio Balula Júnior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-3096308916222508467?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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diferença&lt;br /&gt;A linhagem era o mote,&lt;br /&gt;Ou talvez uma dança&lt;br /&gt;Por um momento mais além;&lt;br /&gt;Páginas nunca escritas,&lt;br /&gt;Que a minha caligrafia ousará redigir,&lt;br /&gt;Anseios,&lt;br /&gt;Paixões estudantis,&lt;br /&gt;Loucuras ou devaneios,&lt;br /&gt;As coisas que Coimbra nos traz. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Autoria: Lúcio Balula Júnior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-5809952647554738975?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/feeds/5809952647554738975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509044&amp;postID=5809952647554738975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509044/posts/default/5809952647554738975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509044/posts/default/5809952647554738975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/2007/07/momentos-estudantis_23.html' title='Momentos estudantis'/><author><name>Lúcio Balula Júnior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884614364280296706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LHNUuynY3FA/RqTKy6H5FRI/AAAAAAAAADM/fuIf6xLxR5g/s72-c/portugal_travel_guide_coimb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509044.post-8233238690268547030</id><published>2007-07-17T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T04:40:32.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Azurara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LHNUuynY3FA/RpyqfCrtf7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Ky4dntFDBhI/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088129129294692274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LHNUuynY3FA/RpyqfCrtf7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Ky4dntFDBhI/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh Mangualde, oh Mangualde&lt;br /&gt;Terra que me abrigás-te,&lt;br /&gt;Recordo nas profundezas da emoção&lt;br /&gt;O teu sonhar, o sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por entre quelhas e avenidas te vivi,&lt;br /&gt;Por entre montes e planícies,&lt;br /&gt;Os momentos que eu mais sorri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristezas haviam&lt;br /&gt;Sobretudo naqueles dias de nevoeiro que te vi,&lt;br /&gt;Ruas desertas&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos obscuros&lt;br /&gt;Nas entre linhas,&lt;br /&gt;Poetizantes até.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És alegre quando te deixas levar pelo esquecimento,&lt;br /&gt;É aí que as tuas gentes,&lt;br /&gt;Reconhecem e celebram aquele teu doce valor,&lt;br /&gt;O teu encanto&lt;br /&gt;A tua cor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amizades descobertas&lt;br /&gt;Mentes, já tidas como certas&lt;br /&gt;E ainda assim reconstruindo amizades&lt;br /&gt;Incertezas,&lt;br /&gt;Proezas&lt;br /&gt;Ou tristezas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Autoria: Lúcio Balula Júnior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-8233238690268547030?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LHNUuynY3FA/RpyqfCrtf7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Ky4dntFDBhI/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509044.post-3076031765215967024</id><published>2007-06-18T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T00:49:37.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amizades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LHNUuynY3FA/RnY40d5ZDEI/AAAAAAAAACo/5xUpaYM2Mf8/s1600-h/forest+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077308103936511042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LHNUuynY3FA/RnY40d5ZDEI/AAAAAAAAACo/5xUpaYM2Mf8/s400/forest+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amizades Olvidadas pelo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Reencontros intermitentes,&lt;br /&gt;Avidez de fortalecer&lt;br /&gt;Ou mesmo de esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;As mentalidades mudam&lt;br /&gt;O comum desaparece...&lt;br /&gt;A amizade prevalece&lt;br /&gt;Nalguns… &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Autoria: Lúcio Balula Júnior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-3076031765215967024?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/feeds/3076031765215967024/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509044&amp;postID=3076031765215967024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509044/posts/default/3076031765215967024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509044/posts/default/3076031765215967024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/2007/06/amizades.html' title='Amizades'/><author><name>Lúcio Balula Júnior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884614364280296706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LHNUuynY3FA/RnY40d5ZDEI/AAAAAAAAACo/5xUpaYM2Mf8/s72-c/forest+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509044.post-1230411390053076076</id><published>2007-05-22T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T16:34:20.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambicões Femininas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LHNUuynY3FA/RlN9tudLnqI/AAAAAAAAACg/XSr8qe0LcYU/s1600-h/CAQCL1YX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067532230239952546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="148" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LHNUuynY3FA/RlN9tudLnqI/AAAAAAAAACg/XSr8qe0LcYU/s400/CAQCL1YX.jpg" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Indago as tuas sensações e entendimentos&lt;br /&gt;Norteio-me frequentemente,&lt;br /&gt;És mulher, já vi,&lt;br /&gt;Diversa naquilo que sou ávido de conhecer,&lt;br /&gt;Fujo imutavelmente daquilo que te acompanha!&lt;br /&gt;Insegura e incerta,&lt;br /&gt;A maré dos teus desejos&lt;br /&gt;Comandante das tuas efemérides,&lt;br /&gt;Afoga o teu ser em dolência&lt;br /&gt;E leva-me contigo na mesma nau.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 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title='Ambicões Femininas'/><author><name>Lúcio Balula Júnior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884614364280296706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LHNUuynY3FA/RlN9tudLnqI/AAAAAAAAACg/XSr8qe0LcYU/s72-c/CAQCL1YX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509044.post-2091823531666212089</id><published>2007-03-29T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T11:55:29.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A visão que me envolve, por vezes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LHNUuynY3FA/RgwJ39LxiFI/AAAAAAAAACU/3CezkqDD5Zc/s1600-h/alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047420139296884818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LHNUuynY3FA/RgwJ39LxiFI/AAAAAAAAACU/3CezkqDD5Zc/s400/alone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bela&lt;br /&gt;E perigosa,&lt;br /&gt;Inspirando nesse sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Diria gozando o momento,&lt;br /&gt;Glamorosa,&lt;br /&gt;Espevitante&lt;br /&gt;Capaz de transformar o homem num ser distante,&lt;br /&gt;Cavaleiro conquistador&lt;br /&gt;Galopando num sonho&lt;br /&gt;E porém até num sono&lt;br /&gt;Capaz de quebrar a ténue barreira entre dois mundos&lt;br /&gt;E vivê-lo como um só,&lt;br /&gt;Entre o dia e noite olhando-te no horizonte!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Autoria: Lúcio Balula Júnior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-2091823531666212089?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LHNUuynY3FA/RgwJ39LxiFI/AAAAAAAAACU/3CezkqDD5Zc/s72-c/alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509044.post-6221044714694073707</id><published>2007-02-27T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T04:04:47.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estranhos e Sensações</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LHNUuynY3FA/ReQeJim1FlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/_gdMkb7q1cQ/s1600-h/mulher+rebelde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036183432564381266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LHNUuynY3FA/ReQeJim1FlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/_gdMkb7q1cQ/s320/mulher+rebelde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto-te,&lt;br /&gt;Mexes comigo&lt;br /&gt;E nem sei quem és,&lt;br /&gt;Alegria&lt;br /&gt;Ou talvez tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;Não sei&lt;br /&gt;Alegras-me no interior&lt;br /&gt;E rumaremos até a um lugar comum&lt;br /&gt;Em breve,&lt;br /&gt;Sonharei como será,&lt;br /&gt;E não sei o presente que lá estará.&lt;br /&gt;E tu,&lt;br /&gt;Desejas-me?&lt;br /&gt;Já sei,&lt;br /&gt;Por aquelas ou por outras bandas me dirás! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Autoria: Lúcio Balula Júnior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-6221044714694073707?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/feeds/6221044714694073707/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509044&amp;postID=6221044714694073707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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libido por vezes impera lá alto&lt;br /&gt;Quebrar barreiras&lt;br /&gt;Saltar penedos&lt;br /&gt;Na procura cessante ou incessante,&lt;br /&gt;Emoção procura-se&lt;br /&gt;Mas tristeza também&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que não a razão de tal libertação,&lt;br /&gt;Condenação prospera&lt;br /&gt;E a compreensão nem sempre é quem governa!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Autoria: Lúcio Balula Júnior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-5922574687919034983?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/feeds/5922574687919034983/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509044&amp;postID=5922574687919034983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509044.post-6526744357944725754</id><published>2007-02-21T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T22:35:33.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um passado pouco diferente, infelizmente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LHNUuynY3FA/Rd05gSm1FjI/AAAAAAAAABk/hupA-DHHY_I/s1600-h/ice+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034243185383380530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LHNUuynY3FA/Rd05gSm1FjI/AAAAAAAAABk/hupA-DHHY_I/s320/ice+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vagamente recordo,&lt;br /&gt;Profundezas longínquas da reminiscência,&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos que jamais ousávamos comentar&lt;br /&gt;Ou sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;Tabu, eu sei,&lt;br /&gt;Num passado&lt;br /&gt;Mas a semelhança mantém-se,&lt;br /&gt;E madura que és,&lt;br /&gt;É insólito não aspirares um apetite que te faz voar&lt;br /&gt;Que te faz sentir diferente do que eu sou&lt;br /&gt;Que revela a tua condição humana,&lt;br /&gt;Goza o privilégio da fantasia&lt;br /&gt;E liberta-te dos lobos que te condenam&lt;br /&gt;Que mais não são,&lt;br /&gt;Do que sonhos e sentimentos frustrados&lt;br /&gt;Vividos numa angústia que não queres&lt;br /&gt;Ou tão pouco és!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Autoria: Lúcio Balula Júnior &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-6526744357944725754?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/feeds/6526744357944725754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;Onde a razão nem sempre é quem comanda&lt;br /&gt;Será essa a chama, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O escudo daquele que é o nosso sentir,&lt;br /&gt;Liberta-me!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Autoria: Lúcio Balula Júnior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-6171748640410397261?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/feeds/6171748640410397261/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509044&amp;postID=6171748640410397261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509044/posts/default/6171748640410397261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509044/posts/default/6171748640410397261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/2007/02/tremuras.html' title='Tremuras'/><author><name>Lúcio Balula Júnior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884614364280296706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LHNUuynY3FA/Rdk8OH8SQVI/AAAAAAAAABI/o9z33zVcX7g/s72-c/beach.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509044.post-2829358270812561929</id><published>2007-01-31T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T10:58:50.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devaneio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LHNUuynY3FA/RcDmq-ZB-zI/AAAAAAAAAAk/If0ZQ_s7ajE/s1600-h/paisagem_azul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026270810122353458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LHNUuynY3FA/RcDmq-ZB-zI/AAAAAAAAAAk/If0ZQ_s7ajE/s320/paisagem_azul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Transportas um perfume que me contamina&lt;br /&gt;Que me altera num breve suspirar,&lt;br /&gt;Perturbas-me espontaneamente&lt;br /&gt;Não somente na emoção&lt;br /&gt;Mas também naquele que é o tom da minha fantasia&lt;br /&gt;É audácia a palavra que impera neste sentir,&lt;br /&gt;E só me resta voar&lt;br /&gt;Na tal loucura que ainda está para medrar&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo não sabendo onde se vai deter,&lt;br /&gt;Contigo comedimento não perdura na razão&lt;br /&gt;É ténue,&lt;br /&gt;Treme como um cachopo amedrontado pelo ruído de um trovão&lt;br /&gt;E perco-me naquela tua imensidão!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Autoria: Lúcio Balula Júnior &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-2829358270812561929?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/feeds/2829358270812561929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509044&amp;postID=2829358270812561929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509044/posts/default/2829358270812561929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509044/posts/default/2829358270812561929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/2007/01/devaneio.html' title='Devaneio'/><author><name>Lúcio Balula Júnior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884614364280296706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LHNUuynY3FA/RcDmq-ZB-zI/AAAAAAAAAAk/If0ZQ_s7ajE/s72-c/paisagem_azul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509044.post-116862180143188563</id><published>2007-01-12T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T09:39:07.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LHNUuynY3FA/Rb4xJsSmBaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/J0gkalKbaB8/s1600-h/355782540_254672f942_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025508276769785250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="234" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LHNUuynY3FA/Rb4xJsSmBaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/J0gkalKbaB8/s320/355782540_254672f942_m.jpg" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boa de sentir&lt;br /&gt;esta solidão que me acompanha,&lt;br /&gt;é bom recordar os outros&lt;br /&gt;na interior serenidade,&lt;br /&gt;reiterar o sentido social do ser&lt;br /&gt;através do ordenamento das ideias,&lt;br /&gt;organizar o arquétipo&lt;br /&gt;pacificar o sono,&lt;br /&gt;lá para as profundezas do descanso&lt;br /&gt;onde se faz vigorar a força do viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autoria:&lt;em&gt; Lúcio Balula Júnior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-116862180143188563?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/feeds/116862180143188563/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509044&amp;postID=116862180143188563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509044/posts/default/116862180143188563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509044/posts/default/116862180143188563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/2007/01/solido.html' title='Solidão'/><author><name>Lúcio Balula Júnior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884614364280296706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LHNUuynY3FA/Rb4xJsSmBaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/J0gkalKbaB8/s72-c/355782540_254672f942_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509044.post-116801667397708063</id><published>2007-01-05T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T09:04:33.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ano Novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2654/2037/1600/590204/albero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2654/2037/320/625333/albero.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;O ano novo chegou&lt;br /&gt;mas continuo envolto numa velha roupa,&lt;br /&gt;calorosa&lt;br /&gt;aconchegante&lt;br /&gt;uma velha conhecida&lt;br /&gt;cheia de novos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;que para alguns não passam de antigos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;transportados numa razão&lt;br /&gt;que ainda não teve concretização,&lt;br /&gt;é bom sentir o mundo do passado&lt;br /&gt;ainda que a cada momento,&lt;br /&gt;uma mudança nos transforme,&lt;br /&gt;nos enriqueça&lt;br /&gt;mas que não nos leva aquilo que queremos viver.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ass: Lúcio Balula Júnior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-116801667397708063?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/feeds/116801667397708063/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509044&amp;postID=116801667397708063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509044/posts/default/116801667397708063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509044/posts/default/116801667397708063'/><link 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sempre um frio quente,&lt;br /&gt;há sempre uma vontade de regressar&lt;br /&gt;de voltar aquele que é o nosso lar,&lt;br /&gt;onde o calor supera sempre aquele frio gélido&lt;br /&gt;e recorda sempre amizades passadas&lt;br /&gt;que voltam a ser amizades presentes,&lt;br /&gt;é a distancia&lt;br /&gt;o futuro&lt;br /&gt;e sobretudo as necessidades&lt;br /&gt;que nos separam,&lt;br /&gt;mas é também o frio que nos reencontra&lt;br /&gt;pois a saudade é a mais gélida das recordações&lt;br /&gt;ainda que lembrada com um sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;um suspirar&lt;br /&gt;bom até de sentir&lt;br /&gt;mas que transforma o frio numa vontade de regressar!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Autoria: Lúcio Balula Júnior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-116643823748943801?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509044.post-116604576053357569</id><published>2006-12-13T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T02:43:07.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A pintura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2654/2037/1600/187829/amadeo12g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2654/2037/320/692702/amadeo12g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seja cubismo&lt;br /&gt;Surrealismo&lt;br /&gt;ou abstraccionismo,&lt;br /&gt;o que importa&lt;br /&gt;é a emoção,&lt;br /&gt;a emoção trazida pela paixão de alguém,&lt;br /&gt;de alguém que sente o que é pintar&lt;br /&gt;e transmitir aquilo que realmente gosta,&lt;br /&gt;realidade&lt;br /&gt;ou apenas imaginação,&lt;br /&gt;por vezes pode até parecer secundário&lt;br /&gt;mas não,&lt;br /&gt;é apenas uma dissemelhança,&lt;br /&gt;ou apenas realidade objectiva&lt;br /&gt;que cativa o gosto pela forma,&lt;br /&gt;aquilo que muito nos transforma&lt;br /&gt;e liberta as mentalidades estéreo tipadas de um casulo,&lt;br /&gt;intolerante&lt;br /&gt;para com o seu semelhante&lt;br /&gt;apenas porque ele é realmente diferente!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autoria: Lúcio Balula Júnior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-116604576053357569?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/feeds/116604576053357569/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509044&amp;postID=116604576053357569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2654/2037/320/715173/natur003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando vejo o mar,&lt;br /&gt;um barco a passar,&lt;br /&gt;é costume lembrar-me&lt;br /&gt;que é um passado que custa a passar,&lt;br /&gt;chego mesmo a questionar&lt;br /&gt;se algum dia esta vida vai acabar&lt;br /&gt;ainda que ela esteja sempre em mudança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há coisas que estão sempre a mudar,&lt;br /&gt;falta compreender se esta nova maneira de ser&lt;br /&gt;nos vai permitir continuar a viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desenvolvimento é célere&lt;br /&gt;o viver está mais fácil,&lt;br /&gt;mas ao mesmo tempo&lt;br /&gt;é também mais simples destruir,&lt;br /&gt;destruir aquilo que a natureza&lt;br /&gt;tanto demorou a construir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por um futuro digno para os que cá estão&lt;br /&gt;respeito para com os que já lá vão&lt;br /&gt;e certezas para os que lá vêm!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Autoria: Lúcio Balula Júnior &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-116535896924241833?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/feeds/116535896924241833/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509044&amp;postID=116535896924241833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509044/posts/default/116535896924241833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509044/posts/default/116535896924241833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/2006/12/o-mar-da-perplexidade.html' title='O mar da perplexidade'/><author><name>Lúcio Balula Júnior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884614364280296706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509044.post-116523556711923621</id><published>2006-12-04T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T04:32:47.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De olhos postos no chão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2654/2037/1600/40758/dali%20living%20still%20life%201956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2654/2037/320/626417/dali%2520living%2520still%2520life%25201956.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;De olhos cerrados no chão&lt;br /&gt;pelas ruas a navegar&lt;br /&gt;olhando mesmo não olhando&lt;br /&gt;sentindo,&lt;br /&gt;e sofrendo a incerteza&lt;br /&gt;percorrendo ruas de amargura&lt;br /&gt;onde me entristece a falta de ternura,&lt;br /&gt;fruto de incongruências&lt;br /&gt;onde a medicação não é a cura&lt;br /&gt;desta nova tendência&lt;br /&gt;cuja origem desejo conhecer&lt;br /&gt;e entender,&lt;br /&gt;o que mais posso fazer&lt;br /&gt;para mais e mais saber o que é viver&lt;br /&gt;e não mais contrastar&lt;br /&gt;com aquilo que entendes ser o nosso ser!&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes não sei de que gostas&lt;br /&gt;ou o que queres,&lt;br /&gt;parece que não vejo&lt;br /&gt;ou vejo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;e simplesmente esqueço aquilo que é o teu desejo!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Autoria: Lúcio Balula Júnior &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-116523556711923621?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509044.post-116489031593519849</id><published>2006-11-30T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T04:36:24.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A corrente</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2654/2037/320/482704/sem%20t%3F%3Ftulo000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O nosso querer flutua&lt;br /&gt;navega pelas ondas do mar&lt;br /&gt;como se de uma caravela se trata-se,&lt;br /&gt;um novo rumo imana&lt;br /&gt;a cada descoberta&lt;br /&gt;ou redescoberta&lt;br /&gt;transformada pelo clima da paixão&lt;br /&gt;levado avante pelo que nos uniu&lt;br /&gt;e ruma à deriva de uma sensação,&lt;br /&gt;inquietante&lt;br /&gt;culturalmente diferente&lt;br /&gt;daquilo que muita gente sente,&lt;br /&gt;infelizmente,&lt;br /&gt;é insólito&lt;br /&gt;mas não um propósito&lt;br /&gt;apenas uma natural casualidade&lt;br /&gt;cheia de verdade!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Autoria: Lúcio Balula Júnior &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-116489031593519849?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/feeds/116489031593519849/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509044&amp;postID=116489031593519849&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509044/posts/default/116489031593519849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2654/2037/320/190892/big3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;A audição é bela,&lt;br /&gt;muitos deixam-se envolver&lt;br /&gt;quando a harmonia&lt;br /&gt;a cor&lt;br /&gt;é a música,&lt;br /&gt;e esquecem o futuro&lt;br /&gt;em busca de um sentimento mais puro&lt;br /&gt;que nos transforma,&lt;br /&gt;mediante aquilo que o ouvido gosta&lt;br /&gt;de pensamento limpo&lt;br /&gt;encantados pela emoção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há mesmo até quem se esconda&lt;br /&gt;num sentimento aparentemente,&lt;br /&gt;distante&lt;br /&gt;bom,&lt;br /&gt;mas apenas como maneira de suportar&lt;br /&gt;um quotidiano cruel&lt;br /&gt;numa ambição de sentir a interior liberdade&lt;br /&gt;aquela que nos fortalece&lt;br /&gt;encoraja o viver&lt;br /&gt;e nos recupera para mais uma doença&lt;br /&gt;que nos intriga,&lt;br /&gt;o stress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autoria: Lúcio Balula Júnior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-116488850057482620?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/feeds/116488850057482620/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509044&amp;postID=116488850057482620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509044/posts/default/116488850057482620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509044/posts/default/116488850057482620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/2006/11/sensaes-presentes.html' title='Sensações presentes'/><author><name>Lúcio Balula Júnior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884614364280296706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509044.post-116461479741614477</id><published>2006-11-27T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T04:37:58.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimentos repentinos</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2654/2037/320/298020/natural-bridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por vezes olho,&lt;br /&gt;olho para alguém&lt;br /&gt;que caminha num lugar perto do meu,&lt;br /&gt;alguém que surge na minha vida&lt;br /&gt;e desaparece,&lt;br /&gt;é gente que porventura sinto&lt;br /&gt;é um ser de que gosto&lt;br /&gt;na beleza visão,&lt;br /&gt;uma daquelas musas&lt;br /&gt;portadoras de um encanto,&lt;br /&gt;capazes de no campo&lt;br /&gt;serem o verde manto,&lt;br /&gt;característica apreciável&lt;br /&gt;lá para os lados do sentimento&lt;br /&gt;enfim,&lt;br /&gt;verdadeiras estrelas cadentes&lt;br /&gt;que cintilam nas brechas da vida&lt;br /&gt;que por momentos vemos&lt;br /&gt;e nos momentos seguintes não recordamos!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Autoria: Lúcio Balula Júnior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-116461479741614477?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/feeds/116461479741614477/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509044.post-116421958901801407</id><published>2006-11-22T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T04:38:32.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estados de humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2654/2037/1600/3Salvador-Dali-The-Enchanted-Beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2654/2037/320/3Salvador-Dali-The-Enchanted-Beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perguntei ao tempo,&lt;br /&gt;se de ti vinha bom vento&lt;br /&gt;se as ondas do mar hoje iam acalmar,&lt;br /&gt;em tempos cheguei a pensar&lt;br /&gt;que um dia ias parar&lt;br /&gt;mas nunca de me amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei a pensar&lt;br /&gt;se seria eu a ter mudar,&lt;br /&gt;deixar-te tomar aquele que é o lugar de comandar,&lt;br /&gt;equivoquei-me,&lt;br /&gt;e senti o transtorno de te querer,&lt;br /&gt;senti o transtorno de contigo ter de viver&lt;br /&gt;mas nunca o transtorno de te amar&lt;br /&gt;e nunca o arrependimento de me apaixonar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autoria: Lúcio Balula Júnior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-116421958901801407?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/feeds/116421958901801407/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509044&amp;postID=116421958901801407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509044/posts/default/116421958901801407'/><link rel='self' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2654/2037/320/lisboa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lisboa&lt;br /&gt;capital da lusofonia&lt;br /&gt;és terra de muito sol,&lt;br /&gt;sítio de gente boa&lt;br /&gt;onde soa a oportunidade&lt;br /&gt;onde se ouve a liberdade,&lt;br /&gt;terra que sente a humanidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Lisboa sente-se o ser ocidental&lt;br /&gt;no rumar dos dias em Portugal ainda pouco banal&lt;br /&gt;apesar de uma procura célere&lt;br /&gt;mas nunca fácil de alcançar,&lt;br /&gt;o tal lugar à beira mar que parte do mundo ainda espera agarrar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisboa é bela,&lt;br /&gt;a mais bela estrela&lt;br /&gt;de um céu que se chama Portugal,&lt;br /&gt;onde perdura&lt;br /&gt;uma quase eterna arquitectura&lt;br /&gt;fonte de paixão&lt;br /&gt;rainha da emoção!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autoria: Lúcio Balula Júnior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-116360989917062993?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/feeds/116360989917062993/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509044&amp;postID=116360989917062993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509044/posts/default/116360989917062993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509044/posts/default/116360989917062993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/2006/11/lisboa-lisboa.html' title='Lisboa, Lisboa'/><author><name>Lúcio Balula Júnior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884614364280296706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509044.post-116351852434620117</id><published>2006-11-14T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T07:38:33.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As palavras que nunca te direi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2654/2037/1600/mer-montagne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2654/2037/320/mer-montagne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quando por ti passava não sabes o que sentia&lt;br /&gt;quando contigo sonhava&lt;br /&gt;nem queiras saber do que se tratava,&lt;br /&gt;para mim tu eras o azul do mar&lt;br /&gt;a luz do sol trazida pela lua&lt;br /&gt;o verde da natureza&lt;br /&gt;a pureza de um ser&lt;br /&gt;que queria ser eu a ter&lt;br /&gt;e a transformar&lt;br /&gt;num mundo só meu&lt;br /&gt;e só teu,&lt;br /&gt;não sei o que me faltou,&lt;br /&gt;talvez uma certeza&lt;br /&gt;talvez uma alegria&lt;br /&gt;que faltava cada vez que a gente se cruzava,&lt;br /&gt;trazida por um constrangimento de uma alma que ambicionava agradar-te&lt;br /&gt;seduzir-te&lt;br /&gt;e transformar-te no mundo dele,&lt;br /&gt;é dor, mágoa&lt;br /&gt;o que me invade cada vez que te vejo passar,&lt;br /&gt;em tempos julgo que fora capaz,&lt;br /&gt;que fora capaz de amar alguém num eternizante amor&lt;br /&gt;sem dor,&lt;br /&gt;superada pela calor do amor,&lt;br /&gt;mas agora já não sei,&lt;br /&gt;parece que aquele sentir faleceu&lt;br /&gt;no momento em que o nosso possível amor se perdeu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autoria: Lúcio Balula Júnior&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-116351852434620117?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/feeds/116351852434620117/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509044&amp;postID=116351852434620117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509044/posts/default/116351852434620117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509044/posts/default/116351852434620117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/2006/11/as-palavras-que-nunca-te-direi.html' title='As palavras que nunca te direi'/><author><name>Lúcio Balula Júnior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884614364280296706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509044.post-116335723018992181</id><published>2006-11-12T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:15:55.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mangualde e a Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2654/2037/1600/Relampago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2654/2037/320/Relampago.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Há uma terra fria&lt;br /&gt;de colinas próximas da Estrela&lt;br /&gt;que me aquece&lt;br /&gt;e que e que me diz que a vida apetece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquela serra de seu nome Estrela&lt;br /&gt;que se avista naqueles montes&lt;br /&gt;é a cor branca no Inverno&lt;br /&gt;e castanha no verão&lt;br /&gt;trazida pelo calor próprio daquela estação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que me aquece é a amizade&lt;br /&gt;amizade de um passado com bondade&lt;br /&gt;que sinto cada vez que estou longe,&lt;br /&gt;é saudade,&lt;br /&gt;é saudade que não passa&lt;br /&gt;enquanto a vista não olha aquilo que é mangualdense,&lt;br /&gt;aquilo que eu sei que me pertence!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autoria: Lúcio Balula Júnior&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-116335723018992181?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/feeds/116335723018992181/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509044.post-116327438731822726</id><published>2006-11-11T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T10:04:13.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O recuperar e transformar o passado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2654/2037/1600/Monte.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2654/2037/320/Monte.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Já me esqueci,&lt;br /&gt;já não sinto a dor do passado,&lt;br /&gt;o tempo cura,&lt;br /&gt;cura alguém que esteve cansado&lt;br /&gt;e o amor perdura&lt;br /&gt;mesmo quando em tempos quase morreu de secura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo da amargura&lt;br /&gt;instigado,&lt;br /&gt;mal amado&lt;br /&gt;por falta de ternura&lt;br /&gt;já lá vai,&lt;br /&gt;pressinto um novo rumo&lt;br /&gt;uma relação com prumo,&lt;br /&gt;elegância&lt;br /&gt;mas não apenas de circunstância&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desta vez serei dissemelhante&lt;br /&gt;serei muito menos aquele ser galante&lt;br /&gt;que em tempos te trouxe um bem-querer,&lt;br /&gt;uma beleza&lt;br /&gt;perdida por ti no perfume&lt;br /&gt;sobretudo naquele que vem do ciúme!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autoria: Lúcio Balula Júnior&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-116327438731822726?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/feeds/116327438731822726/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509044&amp;postID=116327438731822726&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2654/2037/1600/langebaan_sunset_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2654/2037/320/langebaan_sunset_jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Há um ano que te conheci,&lt;br /&gt;ainda hoje me lembro o que senti&lt;br /&gt;ainda hoje sei o que sentis-te,&lt;br /&gt;afeição eu vi!&lt;br /&gt;Afeição eu vi no teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;afeição eu vi no teu falar&lt;br /&gt;senti o teu querer&lt;br /&gt;e sei que lá no fundo,&lt;br /&gt;lá no fundo não me queres fugir&lt;br /&gt;mas um medo invade-te sempre que me tencionas tocar&lt;br /&gt;embora saibas que o que sentes o vai permitir&lt;br /&gt;por vezes quase te deixas levar,&lt;br /&gt;não gostas de magoar&lt;br /&gt;e aleijas-te,&lt;br /&gt;aleijas-te apenas porque te recusas a rejeitar aquele que não mais queres tocar.&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes no passado quando passavas&lt;br /&gt;cheguei mesmo a pensar que ias mudar&lt;br /&gt;mas não,&lt;br /&gt;mergulhas-te nas profundezas da amizade&lt;br /&gt;sentes a bondade&lt;br /&gt;a sensibilidade&lt;br /&gt;e perdes-te na insatisfação,&lt;br /&gt;um dia dirás que tenho razão,&lt;br /&gt;mas enfim,&lt;br /&gt;memórias&lt;br /&gt;histórias&lt;br /&gt;no futuro amargura&lt;br /&gt;sabes quanto tempo um sentimento dura?!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autoria: Lúcio Balula Júnior&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-116317118659418338?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/feeds/116317118659418338/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509044&amp;postID=116317118659418338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2654/2037/1600/Salvador%20Dal??."&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2654/2037/320/Salvador%20Dal%3F%3F.%20The%20Persistence%20of%20Memory.%201931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Depressa vieste,&lt;br /&gt;depressa partiste&lt;br /&gt;ainda me lembro do teu primeiro olhar,&lt;br /&gt;ainda me lembro do nosso primeiro local p`ra namorar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me esquece,&lt;br /&gt;aquele dia em que te vi chegar&lt;br /&gt;era verão,&lt;br /&gt;Julho um mês de encantar&lt;br /&gt;sobretudo lá para os lados do bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas noites mil aventuras&lt;br /&gt;umas escuras&lt;br /&gt;outras não&lt;br /&gt;mas em todas uma forte expressão&lt;br /&gt;paixão&lt;br /&gt;ou talvez não!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde em então,&lt;br /&gt;uma tristeza&lt;br /&gt;e nunca mais uma certeza&lt;br /&gt;não sei se p`ra ti voltarei ou não!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autoria: Lúcio Balula Júnior&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-116299079573677047?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/feeds/116299079573677047/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509044&amp;postID=116299079573677047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509044/posts/default/116299079573677047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509044/posts/default/116299079573677047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/2006/11/saudade.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>Lúcio Balula Júnior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884614364280296706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509044.post-116289840822775296</id><published>2006-11-07T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:49:26.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A união dos mares, outrora um só mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2654/2037/1600/oceano1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2654/2037/320/oceano1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um mar&lt;br /&gt;dois oceanos&lt;br /&gt;dois oceanos que outrora eram um só,&lt;br /&gt;unidos por um desejo quente,&lt;br /&gt;com uma só corrente,&lt;br /&gt;fluente&lt;br /&gt;convergente no sentido ascendente,&lt;br /&gt;um dia segregados&lt;br /&gt;como a América segregou o Pacífico e o Atlântico,&lt;br /&gt;ânsio um passado,&lt;br /&gt;ânsio um futuro&lt;br /&gt;um futuro onde a lua influi a união&lt;br /&gt;para que prossigamos na paixão,&lt;br /&gt;num sentimento de oásis&lt;br /&gt;longínquo do presente,&lt;br /&gt;um oceano&lt;br /&gt;um mar&lt;br /&gt;uma corrente resplandecente&lt;br /&gt;num só sentido certamente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autoria: Lúcio Balula Júnior&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-116289840822775296?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/feeds/116289840822775296/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509044.post-116247158048730856</id><published>2006-11-02T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T10:05:36.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naquele tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2654/2037/1600/l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2654/2037/320/l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Naquele tempo&lt;br /&gt;as cores do céu brilhavam&lt;br /&gt;a luz da lua cintilava&lt;br /&gt;e calor da alma acontecia,&lt;br /&gt;e sinto que era o meu tempo&lt;br /&gt;o teu tempo&lt;br /&gt;um momento de alento para mais um novo tempo,&lt;br /&gt;não sei,&lt;br /&gt;não sei o que passou&lt;br /&gt;o frio da alma surgiu&lt;br /&gt;a inspiração baixou&lt;br /&gt;e o mundo não mais parou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naquele tempo&lt;br /&gt;o imaginar era viver&lt;br /&gt;esse era muito do nosso ser,&lt;br /&gt;éramos um só,&lt;br /&gt;onde as meras opções da vida não nos cansavam&lt;br /&gt;eram apenas mais um pretexto do tempo&lt;br /&gt;mas o momento éramos apenas nós,&lt;br /&gt;enfim,&lt;br /&gt;memórias de um passado,&lt;br /&gt;gasto, não esquecido!!!&lt;br /&gt;mas eu sei,&lt;br /&gt;que depois de um passado rico&lt;br /&gt;serás tu de novo,&lt;br /&gt;a força emergente de mais uma pequena parte de povo&lt;br /&gt;nós!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sentes, sentes o que sinto!?&lt;br /&gt;É por ti, o calor do amor&lt;br /&gt;a minha alma sem ti não tem cor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autoria Lúcio Balula Júnior&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-116247158048730856?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509044.post-116210517637315161</id><published>2006-10-28T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T22:13:36.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E tu, sabes o que és para mim?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2654/2037/1600/sem%20t??tulo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2654/2037/320/sem%20t%3F%3Ftulo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;És alguém que me toca&lt;br /&gt;que me toca no coração&lt;br /&gt;que me faz subir a pulsação&lt;br /&gt;e sentir a dor de amor na emoção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alegria é sentir-te&lt;br /&gt;tocar-te como tu me tocas no coração&lt;br /&gt;fazer-te sentir o sentido da paixão,&lt;br /&gt;e dizer-te, que nunca mais quero viver sem te ouvir&lt;br /&gt;sem ver aquele sorrir&lt;br /&gt;sem ver aquele cheiro surgir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando passeamos foges de mim&lt;br /&gt;tens medo dos segredos sem fim&lt;br /&gt;tens receio daquilo que conheces,&lt;br /&gt;mas eu sei que jamais esqueces&lt;br /&gt;aquilo com que te aqueces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes pareces distante&lt;br /&gt;próprio de um ser navegante&lt;br /&gt;desgastado pela turbulência de um mar,&lt;br /&gt;diz-me,&lt;br /&gt;serei eu a árvore de onde colheste esse fruto que me entristece?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autoria: Lúcio Balula Júnior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-116210517637315161?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/feeds/116210517637315161/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509044.post-116192330023583367</id><published>2006-10-26T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T10:06:33.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>É de ti que eu gosto, é a ti que eu quero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2654/2037/1600/o%20anoitecer%20junto%20ao%20rio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2654/2037/320/o%20anoitecer%20junto%20ao%20rio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;És linda&lt;br /&gt;És a Primavera que tarda em chegar,&lt;br /&gt;Orquídeas&lt;br /&gt;Há quanto tempo as não vejo,&lt;br /&gt;O que eu vejo é Inverno,&lt;br /&gt;Inverno cinzento&lt;br /&gt;Mas tão cinzento&lt;br /&gt;Que o sol apenas vejo por uma brochura que aparece quando te olho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por agora o que sinto é frio,&lt;br /&gt;Pois o calor tarda em chegar,&lt;br /&gt;Já cheguei até a pensar se algum dia o vou alcançar,&lt;br /&gt;Já que a vontade de te amar faz o tempo demorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou cansado de esperar&lt;br /&gt;De esperar alguém para realmente partilhar&lt;br /&gt;Partilhar aquilo a que se chama viver&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo a que outros chamam o ser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Autoria: Lúcio Balula Júnior&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-116192330023583367?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/feeds/116192330023583367/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509044&amp;postID=116192330023583367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2654/2037/1600/mau%20tempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2654/2037/320/mau%20tempo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Por vezes os dias são enfadonhos e melancólicos&lt;br /&gt;trazidos pela força do Sol sobre o azul do oceano,&lt;br /&gt;e a tristura ocupa o seu lugar no interior de alguém,&lt;br /&gt;de alguém que suspira cada vez que o sol não vem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No céu brancas ou cinzentas&lt;br /&gt;são a árvore que o fruto faz crescer&lt;br /&gt;ainda que seja sempre obrigado a comer&lt;br /&gt;aquilo que quase nunca vejo crescer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha vontade é o sol&lt;br /&gt;a luz que cria o sorrir&lt;br /&gt;aquele que faz um bom sentir&lt;br /&gt;e suspirar na esperança de alguém para encontrar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nascente de tristura&lt;br /&gt;é o pensar naqueles dias bons nos dias em que o clima é triste,&lt;br /&gt;e em vez de superar,&lt;br /&gt;pensar, pensar, pensar&lt;br /&gt;até que o dia se possa estragar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autoria: Lúcio Balula Júnior&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-116175471953800678?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/feeds/116175471953800678/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509044&amp;postID=116175471953800678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509044/posts/default/116175471953800678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509044/posts/default/116175471953800678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/2006/10/os-dias.html' title='Os dias'/><author><name>Lúcio Balula Júnior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884614364280296706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509044.post-116174096849627483</id><published>2006-10-24T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T10:07:57.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O começar de uma paixão e o sofrimento desde então</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2654/2037/1600/a%20beleza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2654/2037/320/a%20beleza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ainda me lembro do primeiro dia que te vi&lt;br /&gt;não sorri&lt;br /&gt;mas senti,&lt;br /&gt;senti a tensão subir&lt;br /&gt;e um amor a emergir&lt;br /&gt;constrangido pela emoção&lt;br /&gt;movida pelo querer de uma paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor surgiu&lt;br /&gt;a saudade posteriormente apareceu&lt;br /&gt;ainda que separados por 11 minutos no momento e no então,&lt;br /&gt;e desde então essa chama não mais e apagou&lt;br /&gt;a mente recorda,&lt;br /&gt;o sentimento sofre&lt;br /&gt;e a chama por vezes quase se apaga&lt;br /&gt;apenas fortalecida pelo sofrimento da paixão&lt;br /&gt;ainda que desde então nunca mais com a cor do amor,&lt;br /&gt;ela perde-se&lt;br /&gt;e a cada dia que passa a distância aumenta&lt;br /&gt;e não mais amor fomenta&lt;br /&gt;ainda que eu sinta uma vontade,&lt;br /&gt;um querer ser&lt;br /&gt;aquele que tu mais queres ver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autoria: Lúcio Balula Júnior&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-116174096849627483?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/feeds/116174096849627483/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509044&amp;postID=116174096849627483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509044/posts/default/116174096849627483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509044/posts/default/116174096849627483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/2006/10/o-comear-de-uma-paixo-e-o-sofrimento.html' title='O começar de uma paixão e o sofrimento desde então'/><author><name>Lúcio Balula Júnior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884614364280296706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509044.post-116166447159232692</id><published>2006-10-23T21:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T10:09:45.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2654/2037/1600/Lisboa%20??"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2654/2037/320/Lisboa%20%3F%3F%20noite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A noite é para estar&lt;br /&gt;conversar&lt;br /&gt;e sentir&lt;br /&gt;a tolerância pouco própria do quotidiano&lt;br /&gt;que por vezes alguém não entende&lt;br /&gt;porque não sente&lt;br /&gt;o momento presente,&lt;br /&gt;ou apenas o sente erroneamente!&lt;br /&gt;Talvez futuramente&lt;br /&gt;de entre um sentimento envolvente&lt;br /&gt;o vá sentir profundamente,&lt;br /&gt;e passe a ser fluentemente,&lt;br /&gt;alguém muito, muito eloquente&lt;br /&gt;sobre a noite certamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite não é vida,&lt;br /&gt;a noite é quente!&lt;br /&gt;Mas muito, muito mais quente&lt;br /&gt;do que o sol do dia certamente,&lt;br /&gt;mas apenas humanamente&lt;br /&gt;ainda que um pouco transcendente,&lt;br /&gt;distante por ser diferente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na noite vagueia o cansaço&lt;br /&gt;por vezes uma tristeza&lt;br /&gt;de um ser que algo procura,&lt;br /&gt;embora que na noite escura,&lt;br /&gt;algo que é alegre&lt;br /&gt;que cintila&lt;br /&gt;e que quebra as barreiras do ser&lt;br /&gt;que não ser, mas sim do dia a dia&lt;br /&gt;que dantes reluzia&lt;br /&gt;e agora é apenas pura monotonia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autoria: Lúcio Balula Júnior&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-116166447159232692?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/feeds/116166447159232692/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509044&amp;postID=116166447159232692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509044/posts/default/116166447159232692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509044/posts/default/116166447159232692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com/2006/10/noite.html' title='A noite'/><author><name>Lúcio Balula Júnior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884614364280296706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509044.post-116164716640323936</id><published>2006-10-23T16:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T05:10:59.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhando para o futuro ainda pensando no passado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2654/2037/1600/paisagem%20bela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2654/2037/320/paisagem%20bela.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A alegria de sentir a tua presença,&lt;br /&gt;recorda-me algo que foi tua sentença&lt;br /&gt;eu queria&lt;br /&gt;mas tu não,&lt;br /&gt;e assim perdeste o significado da emoção&lt;br /&gt;sem uma dignidade de razão&lt;br /&gt;ainda que ela apenas seja fruto da paixão,&lt;br /&gt;e perde-mos uma emoção que podia ser de então!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É triste sentir a saudade&lt;br /&gt;desejo-te,&lt;br /&gt;quero-te&lt;br /&gt;perto do meu coração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por ti sonharei&lt;br /&gt;e correrei&lt;br /&gt;na certeza de encontrar&lt;br /&gt;aquilo que te faz sonhar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por ti quero viver&lt;br /&gt;e ser,&lt;br /&gt;um ser que te dá prazer,&lt;br /&gt;prazer de viver&lt;br /&gt;e a alegria de sonhar&lt;br /&gt;olhando sempre, sempre o luar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autoria: Lúcio Balula Júnior&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-116164716640323936?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509044.post-116164103529385701</id><published>2006-10-23T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T05:11:31.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades de um passado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2654/2037/1600/forte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2654/2037/320/forte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tenho saudades,&lt;br /&gt;saudades do teu falar&lt;br /&gt;do teu sentir&lt;br /&gt;do teu querer,&lt;br /&gt;do teu ser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E amar-te&lt;br /&gt;no pensamento,&lt;br /&gt;é dor&lt;br /&gt;é amor,&lt;br /&gt;é amor que sinto quando penso em ti&lt;br /&gt;e só por ti quero viver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu ser&lt;br /&gt;apenas te deseja ver,&lt;br /&gt;e no futuro&lt;br /&gt;ser aquele que tu queres ver,&lt;br /&gt;ver na manhã e no anoitecer...&lt;br /&gt;Queres-me ver?&lt;br /&gt;Emocionar-me na presença do teu querer&lt;br /&gt;para que eu possa ser o amor do teu ser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perde-te,&lt;br /&gt;perde-te comigo&lt;br /&gt;num amor que é sentir,&lt;br /&gt;pedir mais e mais sentir,&lt;br /&gt;numa esperança feliz,&lt;br /&gt;e diz-me que sorris!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero por ti&lt;br /&gt;na tristeza da incerteza&lt;br /&gt;na felicidade esperançada de alcançar uma paixão&lt;br /&gt;e uma nova sensação...&lt;br /&gt;vem, vem-me beijar&lt;br /&gt;e amar&lt;br /&gt;sou aquele que contigo quer estar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autoria: Lúcio Balula Júnior&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509044-116164103529385701?l=poesiabalulistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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