<?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-8314033933901069163</id><updated>2011-08-01T10:53:07.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ressonâncias Mentais</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>* Rodrigo Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250524893827004019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HA8BXF6y3RA/SsuAkDbGidI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3JIyUx12sD8/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314033933901069163.post-2358135038764956067</id><published>2009-10-12T07:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T08:05:25.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desgaste emocional (letra musical)</title><content type='html'>Um dia sem nada&lt;br /&gt;Um destino que se perdeu&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos e sofrimentos&lt;br /&gt;Numa vida de acabado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia com tudo&lt;br /&gt;Um anjo que apareceu&lt;br /&gt;Desejos e alegrias&lt;br /&gt;Num percurso começado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livra-te da morte&lt;br /&gt;Agarra-te à vida&lt;br /&gt;Fica com a sorte&lt;br /&gt;Constrói um caminho com saída&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A confusão instalada&lt;br /&gt;As ideias que desapareceram&lt;br /&gt;Um dia com tudo e outro com nada&lt;br /&gt;Com destinos que se esconderam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livra-te da morte&lt;br /&gt;Agarra-te à vida&lt;br /&gt;Fica com a sorte&lt;br /&gt;Constrói um caminho com saída&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8314033933901069163-2358135038764956067?l=rodrimarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/feeds/2358135038764956067/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8314033933901069163&amp;postID=2358135038764956067' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/2358135038764956067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/2358135038764956067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/2009/10/desgaste-emocional-letra-musical.html' title='Desgaste emocional (letra musical)'/><author><name>* Rodrigo Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250524893827004019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HA8BXF6y3RA/SsuAkDbGidI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3JIyUx12sD8/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314033933901069163.post-3090285973433831450</id><published>2009-10-12T07:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T08:06:14.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distúrbios</title><content type='html'>Sei que um dia&lt;br /&gt;Te sentes confusa, sem nada para dizer&lt;br /&gt;Sei de uma história&lt;br /&gt;Que contaste, sem nada a esconder&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu acreditei&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes até sonhei&lt;br /&gt;Com um dia te perceber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cada passo que ando&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes sem sentido&lt;br /&gt;Vejo uma luz&lt;br /&gt;Que marcaste, com um ar destemido&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu bem falei&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes até fracassei&lt;br /&gt;Por uma noite te compreender&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8314033933901069163-3090285973433831450?l=rodrimarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/feeds/3090285973433831450/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8314033933901069163&amp;postID=3090285973433831450' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/3090285973433831450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/3090285973433831450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/2009/10/disturbios.html' title='Distúrbios'/><author><name>* Rodrigo Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250524893827004019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HA8BXF6y3RA/SsuAkDbGidI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3JIyUx12sD8/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314033933901069163.post-8349665045441806526</id><published>2009-10-12T07:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T08:06:34.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corpo voraz</title><content type='html'>Cair do berço &lt;br /&gt;Para berrar com a vida &lt;br /&gt;Crescer num abrigo &lt;br /&gt;Para consagrar o povo &lt;br /&gt;Nascido com varicela &lt;br /&gt;Para ver a aberração &lt;br /&gt;Crescer em buracos de árvores &lt;br /&gt;Para sair desta angústia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infecto em forma de feitiçaria &lt;br /&gt;Para encontrar a forma abençoada &lt;br /&gt;Péssimo, na forma de sofrimento &lt;br /&gt;Para raspar a sua memória&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há razão para espreitar na &lt;br /&gt;rua do sofrimento &lt;br /&gt;Nenhum problema para fugir da fúria &lt;br /&gt;Essa história dá-nos livremente &lt;br /&gt;Um verdadeiro espírito &lt;br /&gt;Ocultar com duração para ver &lt;br /&gt;O animal maduro com terrores &lt;br /&gt;Para destruir a sua natureza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infecto em forma de feitiçaria &lt;br /&gt;Para encontrar a forma abençoada &lt;br /&gt;Péssimo, na forma de sofrimento &lt;br /&gt;Para raspar a sua memória&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8314033933901069163-8349665045441806526?l=rodrimarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/feeds/8349665045441806526/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8314033933901069163&amp;postID=8349665045441806526' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/8349665045441806526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/8349665045441806526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/2009/10/corpo-voraz.html' title='Corpo voraz'/><author><name>* Rodrigo Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250524893827004019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HA8BXF6y3RA/SsuAkDbGidI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3JIyUx12sD8/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314033933901069163.post-9211143545159774562</id><published>2009-10-12T07:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T08:05:40.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conto-te ao ouvido</title><content type='html'>Se vagueio nas tuas lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Talvez um dia possa sentir saudade&lt;br /&gt;Junto estou contigo&lt;br /&gt;Nada importa a liberdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não me escondo para ver&lt;br /&gt;Desenho e pinto uma canção&lt;br /&gt;Não te vejo mas sinto&lt;br /&gt;Algo maior que o perdão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se algum dia me perder&lt;br /&gt;Cerco a clara tempestade&lt;br /&gt;Tenho-te mas longe&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes não traz felicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se importa o carinho e o amor&lt;br /&gt;Então nós vamos conseguir&lt;br /&gt;Nós juntos somos felizes&lt;br /&gt;Para sempre vamos sorrir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8314033933901069163-9211143545159774562?l=rodrimarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/feeds/9211143545159774562/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8314033933901069163&amp;postID=9211143545159774562' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/9211143545159774562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/9211143545159774562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/2009/10/conto-te-ao-ouvido.html' title='Conto-te ao ouvido'/><author><name>* Rodrigo 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passeio por vezes&lt;br /&gt;Como se tivesse coragem&lt;br /&gt;Pareço uma gaivota&lt;br /&gt;Numa ínfima paisagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passeio por vezes&lt;br /&gt;Como se parte sem saber&lt;br /&gt;Pareço um desejo&lt;br /&gt;Numa peça a quem pertencer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passeio por vezes&lt;br /&gt;Como se o destino se fizesse&lt;br /&gt;Pareço uma estrela&lt;br /&gt;Numa noite que se esquece&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8314033933901069163-3302386530440003069?l=rodrimarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/feeds/3302386530440003069/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8314033933901069163&amp;postID=3302386530440003069' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>Espreito e consciencializo algo fútil e ignorante&lt;br /&gt;Uma rosa deixa de crescer e pede cedência para se esconder&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pintasse tudo de forma fugaz e desprezante &lt;br /&gt;Talvez hoje não existia e persistia algo que não se quer perder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço desculpa às paredes se um dia as fiz sofrer numa noite perdida&lt;br /&gt;Mas através delas consigo imaginar e transbordar o sonho pela janela&lt;br /&gt;Se conseguir sair deste mistério, posso ir mais além com uma sombra colorida&lt;br /&gt;Posso lutar mas sozinho não consigo e se algo me consumir só penso nela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É injusto o que deixo para trás e algo que me coloriu o belo futuro&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja por ser assim que nos dói algo que não se pode ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia o céu se voltar a mudar já sei que é dia e terei de passar o muro&lt;br /&gt;Sinto sem olhar algo lacrimejante com uma chama sempre a sorrir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8314033933901069163-4333373990495614757?l=rodrimarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/feeds/4333373990495614757/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8314033933901069163&amp;postID=4333373990495614757' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/4333373990495614757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/4333373990495614757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/2009/10/sentimento-longinquo.html' title='Sentimento longínquo'/><author><name>* Rodrigo Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250524893827004019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HA8BXF6y3RA/SsuAkDbGidI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3JIyUx12sD8/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314033933901069163.post-7894063922461380835</id><published>2009-10-01T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T09:36:08.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beco do Amor Verdadeiro</title><content type='html'>Saio para a rua ampla, nua e crua&lt;br /&gt;Para quem confesso estar rendido a um só sentido&lt;br /&gt;Porque te sinto tão longe, com uma coragem como a tua&lt;br /&gt;Levo comigo lembranças mas prefiro não imaginar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persisto e vagueio por mundos sós e de corpo entregue&lt;br /&gt;Parte-se um vidro no caminho como se fosses tu a estalá-lo&lt;br /&gt;Vou longe e espero como que uma luz que vem de ti me segue&lt;br /&gt;Escorrem-me medos mas não dou de beber às incertezas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei quando chegarei mas uma só dor faz lembrar um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Devotam-se esperanças num só veio que te reflecte a dormir&lt;br /&gt;Longo o caminho mas que me faz gostar deste chão que piso&lt;br /&gt;Intímas saudades que sobraram e que quebram a cor do silêncio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8314033933901069163-7894063922461380835?l=rodrimarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/feeds/7894063922461380835/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8314033933901069163&amp;postID=7894063922461380835' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/7894063922461380835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/7894063922461380835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/2009/10/beco-do-amor-verdadeiro.html' title='Beco do Amor Verdadeiro'/><author><name>* Rodrigo Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250524893827004019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HA8BXF6y3RA/SsuAkDbGidI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3JIyUx12sD8/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314033933901069163.post-1238708901931618339</id><published>2009-08-07T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T07:17:31.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mente subordinada</title><content type='html'>Caio nas asas de um anjo&lt;br /&gt;Nobre prazer que te leva à loucura&lt;br /&gt;Perdes-te sem saber falar&lt;br /&gt;Vida escrava num largo altar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o mar e o vento sãos&lt;br /&gt;Velha companhia que se sente&lt;br /&gt;Ou então alma fria que se desprende&lt;br /&gt;Cega e atinge algo que não se compreende&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perco a corrente e vejo-te longe&lt;br /&gt;Traço contínuo de um leve suspiro&lt;br /&gt;Persegues todo o meu ser&lt;br /&gt;Ou então moldas-te para não ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solto as asas de uma lógica razão&lt;br /&gt;Doce confusão que te esconde o olhar&lt;br /&gt;Pressentes o meu corpo por perto&lt;br /&gt;Levo-te para um mundo como que deserto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rio-me do medo e procuro algo em ti&lt;br /&gt;Nuvens que se apagam e enlouquecem&lt;br /&gt;Dúvidas de um sonho realizado&lt;br /&gt;Sentimento ambíguo nunca ultrapassado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volto e revejo-me a meditar&lt;br /&gt;Turvas imagens que se espalham&lt;br /&gt;Faz-te útil e torna-te alguém&lt;br /&gt;Ternura de um mirar de um ser de ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(feito num dia de praia sobre alguém)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8314033933901069163-1238708901931618339?l=rodrimarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/feeds/1238708901931618339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8314033933901069163&amp;postID=1238708901931618339' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/1238708901931618339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/1238708901931618339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/2009/08/mente-subordinada.html' title='Mente subordinada'/><author><name>* Rodrigo Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250524893827004019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HA8BXF6y3RA/SsuAkDbGidI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3JIyUx12sD8/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314033933901069163.post-1333056054322570454</id><published>2009-07-15T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:15:25.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Difícil de entender</title><content type='html'>Desfloro um beijo, olhares e sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Já não sei o que pensar, corro alguns perigos&lt;br /&gt;Se a vida se reparte em partículas&lt;br /&gt;Talvez o destino se perca no caminho&lt;br /&gt;Com um eixo só, capaz de ser um espinho&lt;br /&gt;Se alguém explora e percorre o sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde se vai, perde a razão de ser&lt;br /&gt;Dúvidas e questões ficam a aborrecer&lt;br /&gt;Se pensares como tudo é incerto&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer dorso é suficiente para a pancada&lt;br /&gt;Num mundo tão vulgar, jamais perdoada&lt;br /&gt;Se a rota se perdeu e contrapôs&lt;br /&gt;A palavra esquecimento é algo dolorosa&lt;br /&gt;Hoje semeias cravos, mas amanhã colhes uma rosa&lt;br /&gt;Se tens medo de ler e pensar&lt;br /&gt;Não olhes para algo fútil e fugaz&lt;br /&gt;A velha fraqueza será sempre capaz&lt;br /&gt;Se algo fez confusão e nunca vais perceber&lt;br /&gt;Um julgo final num pequeno abrigo&lt;br /&gt;Poderá ser sempre o teu amigo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8314033933901069163-1333056054322570454?l=rodrimarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HA8BXF6y3RA/SsuAkDbGidI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3JIyUx12sD8/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314033933901069163.post-1297648141477490074</id><published>2009-06-26T08:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T08:57:51.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boneca falsa, sua cor realça</title><content type='html'>A noite cai&lt;br /&gt;E eu fico à espera&lt;br /&gt;Uma luz que de ti sai&lt;br /&gt;De um fundo no vácuo da escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Corro a mente como quem desespera&lt;br /&gt;Sem alcançar os traços desalinhados&lt;br /&gt;Como que uma tremenda paixão&lt;br /&gt;Solto os gritos bem dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Persiste a ignorância de um louco prazer&lt;br /&gt;Deixo livre e fico à espera do fim&lt;br /&gt;Como quem não consegue esquecer&lt;br /&gt;O caminho se perde, mas o sangue não&lt;br /&gt;Quente e escorregadio&lt;br /&gt;Tão breve e sombrio&lt;br /&gt;Como que uma simples razão&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8314033933901069163-1297648141477490074?l=rodrimarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/feeds/1297648141477490074/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8314033933901069163&amp;postID=1297648141477490074' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/1297648141477490074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/1297648141477490074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/2009/06/boneca-falsa-sua-cor-realca_26.html' title='Boneca falsa, sua cor realça'/><author><name>* Rodrigo Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250524893827004019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HA8BXF6y3RA/SsuAkDbGidI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3JIyUx12sD8/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314033933901069163.post-5235638329062860641</id><published>2009-06-03T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:13:15.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Molda-te</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Longe tempo, vida volta e trespassa&lt;br /&gt;Estica a mentira, padece e vai tecer&lt;br /&gt;Volta o risco, largo feitiço que esvoaça&lt;br /&gt;Queima injúrias, raras cinzas perder&lt;br /&gt;Molda-se a chama, o corpo abraçar&lt;br /&gt;Pintura sincera, cargo trabalhoso cegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corre sangue, animal sentido caça&lt;br /&gt;Pensa dor, veneno doce a correr&lt;br /&gt;Senta-se o medo, velha cruz ultrapassa&lt;br /&gt;Estátua ambígua, falsidades escurecer&lt;br /&gt;Sonho de nós, uns sorrisos, pensa acalmar&lt;br /&gt;Nudez vaga e sólida, só escondido olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pérola de chumbo, entra, sai, escorraça&lt;br /&gt;Parte e rompe a visão, tem de temer&lt;br /&gt;De neófito voz, chama crua e amassa&lt;br /&gt;Esconderijo solta e abre, traz para ver&lt;br /&gt;Confiança diminuta, cérebro fraco bloquear&lt;br /&gt;Escrita personalizada, poeta triste atrasar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8314033933901069163-5235638329062860641?l=rodrimarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HA8BXF6y3RA/SsuAkDbGidI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3JIyUx12sD8/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314033933901069163.post-5276582679392965433</id><published>2009-05-26T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T15:21:06.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasces incerteza</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sofro mal, desfloras num olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Um rio que venera, seu medo de lutar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Povo, doença, melancolia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tudo pensa, tudo fala, ninguém fazia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sabes o que aflui, consomes sem contar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Corrupio desejoso, meu transpirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Povo, doença, melancolia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tudo pensa, tudo fala, ninguém fazia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Opressões, paraíso de um brilhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Versos soltos, trilhos a continuar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Povo, doença, melancolia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tudo pensa, tudo fala, ninguém fazia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fácil de usar, hábil quem sabe gostar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pensamentos lidos, percussões a suspirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Povo, doença, melancolia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tudo pensa, tudo fala, ninguém fazia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mansidão, alcanças sem saber honrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Perturbações, eixos de um elo queimar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Povo, doença, melancolia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tudo pensa, tudo fala, ninguém fazia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Incertezas, espírito deixas de amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Veneno novo, traições que vão deixar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Povo, doença, melancolia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tudo pensa, tudo fala, ninguém fazia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8314033933901069163-5276582679392965433?l=rodrimarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/feeds/5276582679392965433/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8314033933901069163&amp;postID=5276582679392965433' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/5276582679392965433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/5276582679392965433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/2009/05/nasces-incerteza.html' title='Nasces incerteza'/><author><name>* Rodrigo Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250524893827004019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HA8BXF6y3RA/SsuAkDbGidI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3JIyUx12sD8/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314033933901069163.post-5771905731580481516</id><published>2009-05-19T06:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T06:24:51.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mar</title><content type='html'>No meio de um vácuo&lt;br /&gt;Do supérfluo realismo&lt;br /&gt;Surge uma alma descansada&lt;br /&gt;Com devaneios e loucuras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mar que partiste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas me trouxeste de volta&lt;br /&gt;Recordações belas e sombrias&lt;br /&gt;De lápides brancas a escurecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mar que deixaste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma nódoa por si só vazia&lt;br /&gt;Linhas repartidas&lt;br /&gt;Que do mundo se sobrepõem&lt;br /&gt;Perdendo o sono sem ver&lt;br /&gt;O que não mais pode voltar&lt;br /&gt;Descendo por um rasgo pano&lt;br /&gt;Do longo traço escondido&lt;br /&gt;Sem ligar aos deuses&lt;br /&gt;De um ar destemido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mar que partiste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percorres só o que vês&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo fosse o que existe&lt;br /&gt;Sem ti não sou o que sei&lt;br /&gt;Sabes sem sentir&lt;br /&gt;De um sentimento sem olhar&lt;br /&gt;Sabedoria que encontraste&lt;br /&gt;Uma nua veia no teu amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mar que deixaste…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8314033933901069163-5771905731580481516?l=rodrimarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/feeds/5771905731580481516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HA8BXF6y3RA/SsuAkDbGidI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3JIyUx12sD8/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314033933901069163.post-6044303158336018550</id><published>2009-05-19T06:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T09:43:21.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coimbra</title><content type='html'>Coimbra do Mondego&lt;br /&gt;Terra de saudades&lt;br /&gt;Olho para ti beleza&lt;br /&gt;De eternas felicidades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coimbra do choupal&lt;br /&gt;De fados e canções&lt;br /&gt;Vou-te levar para sempre&lt;br /&gt;Estás nos nossos corações&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas que choro&lt;br /&gt;Porque agora vou partir&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço-te por tudo&lt;br /&gt;Por um dia me fazeres sorrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cidade bela que deixaste&lt;br /&gt;A tua história marcada&lt;br /&gt;O teu marco é puro&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo numa luz apagada&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Recordações e vivências&lt;br /&gt;Numa vida risonha&lt;br /&gt;Paixões e amarguras&lt;br /&gt;De um Homem que sonha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Coimbra ñ me deixes&lt;br /&gt;Aqui só e abandonado&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me ficar&lt;br /&gt;Contigo enamorado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8314033933901069163-6044303158336018550?l=rodrimarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/feeds/6044303158336018550/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8314033933901069163&amp;postID=6044303158336018550' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/6044303158336018550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Numa ambiguidade insconsciente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Talvez descentralizado do sentido correcto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A estrada que percorro deixa-me buracos para tropeçar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mas ultrapasso-os e sinto-os bem longe…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Vejo alguém mas percebo que ninguém me pode ver&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ou então vêem mas acreditam que sou invisível&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Desenho os risos de uma sociedade destroçada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E sinto-me capaz de ir em frente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mas a cor do medo torna-me isolado e afasta-me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Olho à volta e tudo é estranho&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quantas palavras são preciso dizer?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quando mundos há para percorrer?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Qual o sonho que nos diz o que 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esconder&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quanta injustiça existe nestas 4 paredes mágicas e alegres…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O meu quarto é o meu mundo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;E é com ele que quero ficar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8314033933901069163-6938052040688961878?l=rodrimarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/feeds/6938052040688961878/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8314033933901069163&amp;postID=6938052040688961878' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/6938052040688961878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/6938052040688961878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-meu-quarto-o-meu-mundo.html' title='O meu quarto é o meu mundo'/><author><name>* Rodrigo Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250524893827004019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HA8BXF6y3RA/SsuAkDbGidI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3JIyUx12sD8/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314033933901069163.post-572128414871066827</id><published>2008-08-07T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T10:01:21.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chama cinzenta</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Vou partir...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De mim sopra um murmúrio, que para longe vai...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem aspirar qualquer sentido...de um tempo que voa…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corro e continuo à procura...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um sonho que se deslumbra...nas nudezas de um arrepio...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apagado saio e transmito os medos para a realidade...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem esperanças ou desejos...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo uma ténue leveza no meu ser...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que não sou ninguém...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas continuo...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas tristes que caem no chão...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A doce amargura de uma rota que se perdeu...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sol se desfez e o sonho com ele vai...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo parece escuro e medonho...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma voz que berra dentro de mim...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parei...deixei de brilhar...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cruel consciência de uma ideia impossível...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vazio de uma vida rasteira...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que me leva para outra margem...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não mais me traz de volta...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apagado eu cheguei...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Deixei de existir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8314033933901069163-572128414871066827?l=rodrimarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/feeds/572128414871066827/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8314033933901069163&amp;postID=572128414871066827' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/572128414871066827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/572128414871066827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/2008/08/chama-cinzenta.html' title='Chama cinzenta'/><author><name>* Rodrigo Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250524893827004019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HA8BXF6y3RA/SsuAkDbGidI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3JIyUx12sD8/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314033933901069163.post-1226074721478579275</id><published>2008-06-05T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T15:29:55.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Versos de Amor - Parte II</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Para sempre contigo ficar,&lt;br /&gt;É o que tenho na minha mente&lt;br /&gt;Só te peço que me continues a amar…&lt;br /&gt;no nosso futuro…como te amo no presente!&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes tenho medo de te perder,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que digas que não&lt;br /&gt;Mas só sei que não te consigo esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Porque estás dentro do meu coração!&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Embora às vezes penses que não te amo&lt;br /&gt;Isso claro que não é verdade!&lt;br /&gt;Em ti sempre penso e teu nome chamo&lt;br /&gt;Porque me dás felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se hei-de viver ou morrer&lt;br /&gt;Sem te ter feito nenhuma maldade&lt;br /&gt;Perdoa-me por não te conseguir esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Porque só contigo tenho muita felicidade!&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;A tristeza é viver na solidão&lt;br /&gt;Viver sem quem amamos ao nosso lado&lt;br /&gt;Nada custa dizer que sim&lt;br /&gt;E um dia eu ser outra vez teu namorado.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;A tua vida sem mim é cheia de saudade&lt;br /&gt;A minha vida sem ti é uma tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Nada custa nos dares outra oportunidade&lt;br /&gt;Para sentires novamente toda a minha delicadeza.&lt;br /&gt;Por detrás dessa mulher&lt;br /&gt;Está uma pessoa amiga e cativante&lt;br /&gt;Uma pessoa que me fascina como muitas&lt;br /&gt;Mas que é a mais importante.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Por detrás de mim&lt;br /&gt;Está uma pessoa sincera e disposta a tudo&lt;br /&gt;Lutando pelo mundo, lutando por ti&lt;br /&gt;Diferente de todos e que gosta de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8314033933901069163-1226074721478579275?l=rodrimarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/feeds/1226074721478579275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8314033933901069163&amp;postID=1226074721478579275' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/1226074721478579275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/1226074721478579275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/2008/06/versos-de-amor-parte-ii.html' title='Versos de Amor - Parte II'/><author><name>* Rodrigo Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250524893827004019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HA8BXF6y3RA/SsuAkDbGidI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3JIyUx12sD8/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314033933901069163.post-8650166811820424988</id><published>2008-06-05T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T15:30:49.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Versos de Amor - Parte I</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                                                          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A tua cara simboliza uma flor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Uma flor bela e pura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eu simbolizo o homem que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;te quer dar todo o amor e ternura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sabes bem que nunca te quero perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ainda sem te ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mas eu sei que um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;nos vamos ter e felizes vamos viver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Quando decidires que a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;não faz mais sentido e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;pensares que estás sozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lembra-te de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;para viver a tua vida e a minha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Quando te sentires atraiçoada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pensa noutro rumo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Para o próprio traidor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Não parecer mais ameaçador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Os teus olhos são como a luz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Iluminam a minha escuridão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eu sou a tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Por viver sozinho nesta solidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Onde estás tu quando te procuro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eu sinto que estás perto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Para ti tenho o coração aberto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;para entrares,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;e para sempre ficares!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Adorava ter-te aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sem ti não sei viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bem sabes que gosto de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;E de ti não me vou esquecer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;O destino nos uniu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Não deixes fugir a oportunidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;O meu coração para ti se abriu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Para te dar toda a felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Se algum dia te chateares comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Peço a Deus para morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Espero ficar para sempre contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Porque não te consigo esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8314033933901069163-8650166811820424988?l=rodrimarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/feeds/8650166811820424988/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8314033933901069163&amp;postID=8650166811820424988' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/8650166811820424988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/8650166811820424988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/2008/06/sequncia-um.html' title='Versos de Amor - Parte I'/><author><name>* Rodrigo Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250524893827004019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HA8BXF6y3RA/SsuAkDbGidI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3JIyUx12sD8/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314033933901069163.post-1807014583009596198</id><published>2008-04-30T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T15:18:35.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Difference (letra musical)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tradução)&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou deixar de te prender&lt;br /&gt;Com esse teu jeito enganador&lt;br /&gt;Tu enganas com esse teu brilhar&lt;br /&gt;És falsa na tua forma de me olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És diferente quando estás comigo&lt;br /&gt;E eu sou um bom falador&lt;br /&gt;Tu invades todo o meu ser&lt;br /&gt;Mas estás ausente e eu sem perceber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando te quero, não estás aqui&lt;br /&gt;Quando te falo, não olhas para mim&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que te espero, não vens aqui&lt;br /&gt;Quando te falo, não olhas para mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou deixar de te falar&lt;br /&gt;Embora sinta que me estás a enganar&lt;br /&gt;Só quero que sejas verdadeira&lt;br /&gt;Em vez dessa pele traiçoeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;És diferente quando estás comigo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E eu sou um bom falador &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tu invades todo o meu ser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas estás ausente e eu sem perceber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando te quero, não estás aqui &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando te falo, não olhas para mim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sempre que te espero, não vens aqui &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando te falo, não olhas para mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8314033933901069163-1807014583009596198?l=rodrimarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/feeds/1807014583009596198/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8314033933901069163&amp;postID=1807014583009596198' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/1807014583009596198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/1807014583009596198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/2008/04/diferena-letra-musical.html' title='Difference (letra musical)'/><author><name>* Rodrigo Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250524893827004019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HA8BXF6y3RA/SsuAkDbGidI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3JIyUx12sD8/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314033933901069163.post-946029876898732454</id><published>2008-04-30T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T15:22:29.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dizer e/ou sentir (letra musical)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As coisas que te digo&lt;br /&gt;São a pura verdade&lt;br /&gt;Percorremos um caminho sem abrigo&lt;br /&gt;Num mundo de crueldade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As coisas que te conto&lt;br /&gt;Não são para dizer&lt;br /&gt;Não sentes o que ouves&lt;br /&gt;E tudo vais esquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perdido no escuro&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo sem olhar&lt;br /&gt;Olhar sem sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Para quem não vou gostar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um vida que se perde&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas que não se entendem&lt;br /&gt;A certeza de estar sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Com dúvidas que se estendem…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perdido no escuro&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo sem olhar&lt;br /&gt;Olhar sem sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Para quem não vou gostar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo sem olhar&lt;br /&gt;Para quem não vou gostaaaaaar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhar sem sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Para quem não vou gostaaaaaar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8314033933901069163-946029876898732454?l=rodrimarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/feeds/946029876898732454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8314033933901069163&amp;postID=946029876898732454' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/946029876898732454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/946029876898732454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/2008/04/dizer-eou-sentir-letra-musical.html' title='Dizer e/ou sentir (letra musical)'/><author><name>* Rodrigo Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250524893827004019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HA8BXF6y3RA/SsuAkDbGidI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3JIyUx12sD8/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314033933901069163.post-8514760266996024871</id><published>2008-04-30T03:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T15:31:49.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O arrependimento é um pecado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As coisas que sempre te disse&lt;br /&gt;Não são para esquecer&lt;br /&gt;As coisas que te ensinava&lt;br /&gt;Servem para te fazer ver&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que te dei&lt;br /&gt;Não é para jogar fora&lt;br /&gt;Olha que te podes arrepender&lt;br /&gt;Por isso força, porque está na hora&lt;br /&gt;Contigo sou feliz&lt;br /&gt;Contigo tenho felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Se eu já te dei uma tentativa&lt;br /&gt;Nada custa me dares uma oportunidade…&lt;br /&gt;Se algum dia quiseres estar comigo&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou fugir&lt;br /&gt;Se algum dia pensares&lt;br /&gt;Não custa nada pedir&lt;br /&gt;Se algum dia não pensares&lt;br /&gt;Eu deixarei d existir&lt;br /&gt;Se algum dia olhares para mim&lt;br /&gt;Pensa no que fui e sou&lt;br /&gt;Lembra-te de tudo e como está tudo&lt;br /&gt;E sabes que não deve ser já o fim&lt;br /&gt;O caminho que escolhemos&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes é o errado&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes arrependemo-nos sem pensar&lt;br /&gt;E eu podia ser teu namorado&lt;br /&gt;E grandes momentos iríamos passar.&lt;br /&gt;Vê quem estás a jogar fora&lt;br /&gt;Vê bem se eu mereço&lt;br /&gt;Sê coerente e podes-me retribuir&lt;br /&gt;Porque tão depressa não te esqueço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8314033933901069163-8514760266996024871?l=rodrimarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/feeds/8514760266996024871/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8314033933901069163&amp;postID=8514760266996024871' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/8514760266996024871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/8514760266996024871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-arrependimento-um-pecado.html' title='O arrependimento é um pecado'/><author><name>* Rodrigo Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250524893827004019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HA8BXF6y3RA/SsuAkDbGidI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3JIyUx12sD8/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314033933901069163.post-4532354643824581098</id><published>2008-04-30T03:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T15:32:29.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O tempo não volta atrás</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo não volta atrás&lt;br /&gt;A vida é única&lt;br /&gt;Não podemos perder tempo&lt;br /&gt;Perder tempo…&lt;br /&gt;Com coisas fúteis e sem sentido de ser…&lt;br /&gt;Com pessoas que parecem ser e não são&lt;br /&gt;Com sentimentos que parecem existir e não existem&lt;br /&gt;Temos de agarrá-la&lt;br /&gt;Construí-la&lt;br /&gt;Querê-la&lt;br /&gt;Temos de conseguir perdoar quando se merece&lt;br /&gt;Conseguir afastar quem merece&lt;br /&gt;Conseguir ter a coragem para enfrentar&lt;br /&gt;As duras realidades que nos atormentam e nos consomem…&lt;br /&gt;…como o fogo que arde e destrói tudo o que à frente lhe passa&lt;br /&gt;Temos de perceber a tempo todos os sinais que a vida nos mostra&lt;br /&gt;Todas as razões que nos passam ao lado insignificantemente&lt;br /&gt;Temos de reflectir nas verdades&lt;br /&gt;Nas coisas que não acontecem por acaso&lt;br /&gt;Temos de acordar de um pesadelo&lt;br /&gt;Construir um lindo sonho ou realidade…&lt;br /&gt;Apenas tentarmos ser felizes a cada dia que passa&lt;br /&gt;Porque a vida é muito curta e não perdoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8314033933901069163-4532354643824581098?l=rodrimarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/feeds/4532354643824581098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8314033933901069163&amp;postID=4532354643824581098' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/4532354643824581098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/4532354643824581098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-tempo-no-volta-atrs.html' title='O tempo não volta atrás'/><author><name>* Rodrigo Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250524893827004019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HA8BXF6y3RA/SsuAkDbGidI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3JIyUx12sD8/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314033933901069163.post-3989466708017692345</id><published>2008-04-30T03:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T15:17:31.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esquecimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HA8BXF6y3RA/SEhkOEOy2BI/AAAAAAAAAB4/TME5BXV0Vxo/s1600-h/DSC01494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HA8BXF6y3RA/SEhkOEOy2BI/AAAAAAAAAB4/TME5BXV0Vxo/s320/DSC01494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208523161870718994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Os rios a secar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As árvores a morrer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As estelas no anoitecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a pararem de brilhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tudo isto é real,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;mas nunca vou conseguir esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;esta pessoa tão especial…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Esta pessoa que me fez acreditar no amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;no amar sem dor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;na paixão do querer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e no impossível do esquecer…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;porque sem ela não consigo viver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8314033933901069163-3989466708017692345?l=rodrimarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/feeds/3989466708017692345/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8314033933901069163&amp;postID=3989466708017692345' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/3989466708017692345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/3989466708017692345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/2008/04/esquecimento.html' title='Esquecimento'/><author><name>* Rodrigo Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250524893827004019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HA8BXF6y3RA/SsuAkDbGidI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3JIyUx12sD8/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HA8BXF6y3RA/SEhkOEOy2BI/AAAAAAAAAB4/TME5BXV0Vxo/s72-c/DSC01494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314033933901069163.post-2407386163155515833</id><published>2008-04-30T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T15:31:52.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Longe ou perto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estejas perto ou longe, ou em qualquer lugar&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou estar sempre aqui&lt;br /&gt;A pensar em ti&lt;br /&gt;Disposto para sempre te amar&lt;br /&gt;Estejas a pensar em mim ou não&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou estar sempre aqui&lt;br /&gt;A esperar por ti&lt;br /&gt;Guardando-te sempre no meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8314033933901069163-2407386163155515833?l=rodrimarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/feeds/2407386163155515833/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8314033933901069163&amp;postID=2407386163155515833' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/2407386163155515833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/2407386163155515833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/2008/04/longe-ou-perto.html' title='Longe ou perto'/><author><name>* Rodrigo Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250524893827004019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HA8BXF6y3RA/SsuAkDbGidI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3JIyUx12sD8/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314033933901069163.post-2763759963894736210</id><published>2008-04-30T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T15:31:56.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perguntas sem resposta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perguntei ao tempo:&lt;br /&gt;Onde te procuro&lt;br /&gt;Na luz,&lt;br /&gt;No escuro,&lt;br /&gt;De noite,&lt;br /&gt;De dia,&lt;br /&gt;Mas o tempo nada me dizia!&lt;br /&gt;Perguntei ao vento:&lt;br /&gt;Porque te escondes&lt;br /&gt;Na alegria,&lt;br /&gt;Na tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;Na escuridão do teu sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Revive o teu momento&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me a certeza do meu comportamento&lt;br /&gt;Do meu agir&lt;br /&gt;Mas esse vento fez-me fingir&lt;br /&gt;Que se eu te procurasse,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez te encontrasse&lt;br /&gt;Perdida num sonho real&lt;br /&gt;Sem nenhum mal&lt;br /&gt;Como um rio que corre com as suas águas&lt;br /&gt;Tu assim deixaste feridas abertas,&lt;br /&gt;Tristezas e mágoas…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8314033933901069163-2763759963894736210?l=rodrimarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/feeds/2763759963894736210/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8314033933901069163&amp;postID=2763759963894736210' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/2763759963894736210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/2763759963894736210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/2008/04/perguntas-sem-resposta.html' title='Perguntas sem resposta'/><author><name>* Rodrigo Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250524893827004019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HA8BXF6y3RA/SsuAkDbGidI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3JIyUx12sD8/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314033933901069163.post-6620166107788893543</id><published>2008-04-30T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T15:32:09.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia renascido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Um amor vivido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Um dia apagado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Um amor acabado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ao começar o dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ele um poema de amor dizia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ao acabar o dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ela uma carta escrevia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Uma carta rasgada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Um amor desfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Um amor já sem palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Deixa de ter efeito…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8314033933901069163-6620166107788893543?l=rodrimarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/feeds/6620166107788893543/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8314033933901069163&amp;postID=6620166107788893543' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/6620166107788893543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/6620166107788893543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/2008/04/dia.html' title='Dia'/><author><name>* Rodrigo Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250524893827004019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HA8BXF6y3RA/SsuAkDbGidI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3JIyUx12sD8/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314033933901069163.post-2275244195350422631</id><published>2008-04-30T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T15:17:19.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Um coração que ama na altura certa…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;É um amor verdadeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Um olhar distante e repentino…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;É um amor repartido e não inteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Um amor perfeito é aquele…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Que junta os opostos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Que se une de confiança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Que esquece os defeitos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Em que há esperança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;E em que os amados sejam apenas fiéis e não perfeitos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8314033933901069163-2275244195350422631?l=rodrimarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/feeds/2275244195350422631/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8314033933901069163&amp;postID=2275244195350422631' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/2275244195350422631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/2275244195350422631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/2008/04/corao.html' title='Coração'/><author><name>* Rodrigo Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250524893827004019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HA8BXF6y3RA/SsuAkDbGidI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3JIyUx12sD8/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314033933901069163.post-1836204526712588900</id><published>2008-04-30T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T02:55:47.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Incertamente confuso</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quando te procuro na noite&lt;br /&gt;Não te consigo ver&lt;br /&gt;Quando te vejo no luar&lt;br /&gt;Não te consigo conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Porque estás diferente?&lt;br /&gt;Porque estás tão ausente?&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te no futuro, ou amas-me no presente?&lt;br /&gt;Desejo-te mais do que pensas&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te mais do que a vida&lt;br /&gt;Peço-te para sempre até à morte&lt;br /&gt;Antes que a vida se torne suicida!&lt;br /&gt;Se torne suicida para ti&lt;br /&gt;Se destrua para mim&lt;br /&gt;Te deixe sem ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Por não quereres que eu te faça alguém…&lt;br /&gt;Alguém com muito amor&lt;br /&gt;Uma pessoa sem conhecer a dor&lt;br /&gt;Um ser humano feliz e contente&lt;br /&gt;Igual a muita gente…&lt;br /&gt;A muita gente "cega"&lt;br /&gt;Por aí no mundo a deambular&lt;br /&gt;Igual a pessoas que andam a sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Que não acreditam na verdade…&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade pura e bela&lt;br /&gt;No amor verdadeiro e sincero&lt;br /&gt;Não sei porque não queres a minha felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Se sabes que é só a ti que quero!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8314033933901069163-1836204526712588900?l=rodrimarques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/feeds/1836204526712588900/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8314033933901069163&amp;postID=1836204526712588900' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/1836204526712588900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314033933901069163/posts/default/1836204526712588900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrimarques.blogspot.com/2008/04/incertamente-confuso.html' title='Incertamente confuso'/><author><name>* Rodrigo Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01250524893827004019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HA8BXF6y3RA/SsuAkDbGidI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3JIyUx12sD8/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
