<?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-7915007972955703749</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:06:45.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transcendências</title><subtitle type='html'>" Um convite ao lado direito do cérebro, da arte multifacetada... um espaço para a criação e para a desracionalização... um aconchego virtual para a alma, envolto em musicalidade, poesia, e das mais variadas formas criativas de expressão... do ser, em sua totalidade...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveiadaarte.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915007972955703749/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveiadaarte.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Karin, e quem mais quiser ser deste lugar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03042463414382796597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915007972955703749.post-6385248580845957069</id><published>2008-07-14T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:59:54.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaQKbM__Ueo/SHwJ8a1xHTI/AAAAAAAAABE/OCiposNBiFc/s1600-h/100MEDIA-1947_IMG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaQKbM__Ueo/SHwJ8a1xHTI/AAAAAAAAABE/OCiposNBiFc/s320/100MEDIA-1947_IMG.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223060601444572466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915007972955703749-6385248580845957069?l=naveiadaarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveiadaarte.blogspot.com/feeds/6385248580845957069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915007972955703749&amp;postID=6385248580845957069' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915007972955703749/posts/default/6385248580845957069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915007972955703749/posts/default/6385248580845957069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveiadaarte.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_6554.html' title=''/><author><name>Karin, e quem mais quiser ser deste lugar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03042463414382796597</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/_JaQKbM__Ueo/SHwJ8a1xHTI/AAAAAAAAABE/OCiposNBiFc/s72-c/100MEDIA-1947_IMG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915007972955703749.post-2020516082813388726</id><published>2008-07-14T19:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T19:18:29.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Áurea revelada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Percebi tua áurea nas gotas de orvalho que caíam sob minha desilusão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Dos brilhos do passado, envolvidos em pacote de presente, estava o futuro&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Além de brilhos haviam cacos, disformes, fragmentados, pedaços de nós dois&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Juntei tudo e fiz um poema, que embora sem rima tinha minhalma, abundante&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Não recordo de ter escrito sem musicar, rimar um poema, como se a frase fosse um cometa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Eram enredos enredados no que não era a nossa história, uma simples promessa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Tal realidade, nua e crua, trouxe a libertação, a desorganização que colocou as coisas no lugar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Não preciso rimar, mas amar, sair pra ver o mar, enxergar o mar, viver a tempestade do mar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Nas rupturas mundanas mora uma fortaleza que não se fragmenta, mas unifica&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Na verdade mora um soldado, que não somente luta, mas vence porque acredita&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Na virada, depois do cansaço, tem um manto, que protege feito um abraço&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;É a morte da ilusão, o crescimento nas linhas da palma da mão, a rima que surge então&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;A mostrar que a leveza consiste, como um norte a mostrar o que existe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Pairando no céu um aviso, do destino, ao que quer que nos destine, que a intuição sempre nos ensine...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915007972955703749-2020516082813388726?l=naveiadaarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveiadaarte.blogspot.com/feeds/2020516082813388726/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915007972955703749&amp;postID=2020516082813388726' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915007972955703749/posts/default/2020516082813388726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915007972955703749/posts/default/2020516082813388726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveiadaarte.blogspot.com/2008/07/urea-revelada-percebi-tua-urea-nas.html' title=''/><author><name>Karin, e quem mais quiser ser deste lugar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03042463414382796597</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915007972955703749.post-2717380455923779046</id><published>2008-07-14T19:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:59:55.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaQKbM__Ueo/SHwF0lxZk2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/eIwDloCXR8g/s1600-h/Imagem+348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaQKbM__Ueo/SHwF0lxZk2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/eIwDloCXR8g/s320/Imagem+348.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223056068893578082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaQKbM__Ueo/SHwFosF8CPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Hm3cbhY2tOw/s1600-h/Imagem+345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaQKbM__Ueo/SHwFosF8CPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Hm3cbhY2tOw/s320/Imagem+345.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223055864431905010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E isso tb é arte, da natureza, cindy e bela...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915007972955703749-2717380455923779046?l=naveiadaarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveiadaarte.blogspot.com/feeds/2717380455923779046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915007972955703749&amp;postID=2717380455923779046' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915007972955703749/posts/default/2717380455923779046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915007972955703749/posts/default/2717380455923779046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveiadaarte.blogspot.com/2008/07/e-isso-tb-arte-da-natureza-cindy-e-bela.html' title=''/><author><name>Karin, e quem mais quiser ser deste lugar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03042463414382796597</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/_JaQKbM__Ueo/SHwF0lxZk2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/eIwDloCXR8g/s72-c/Imagem+348.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915007972955703749.post-336940203837791395</id><published>2008-07-14T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:59:55.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaQKbM__Ueo/SHwCrzP8o2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/g_-Ak-XWLtY/s1600-h/100MEDIA-2110_IMG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaQKbM__Ueo/SHwCrzP8o2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/g_-Ak-XWLtY/s400/100MEDIA-2110_IMG.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223052619357660002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915007972955703749-336940203837791395?l=naveiadaarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveiadaarte.blogspot.com/feeds/336940203837791395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915007972955703749&amp;postID=336940203837791395' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915007972955703749/posts/default/336940203837791395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915007972955703749/posts/default/336940203837791395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveiadaarte.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Karin, e quem mais quiser ser deste lugar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03042463414382796597</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/_JaQKbM__Ueo/SHwCrzP8o2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/g_-Ak-XWLtY/s72-c/100MEDIA-2110_IMG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915007972955703749.post-7993231506132941319</id><published>2008-07-14T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T18:47:47.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h4&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; text-decoration: none;"&gt;MIOPIA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Na janela, com miopia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;fechei os olhos a fim de ver&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;teu rosto, enroscou-se na brisa fria&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;e trouxe pedaço de amanhecer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;em vidas que não são nossas e se atiram ao acaso&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;de longe vi tuas telas, nuvens e papel&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;e no preenchimento vago, vasto e raso&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;pintei e inventei um imaginário céu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;pequena invasão de sol nascente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;da real imaginação que sinaliza&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;há vestígio de coerência inexistente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;mas a noite presente avisa na brisa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;que há fundo e quase seco, imenso e breve, pouco e muito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;aviso, um disfarce, de perder o norte,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;precisa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Ka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915007972955703749-7993231506132941319?l=naveiadaarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveiadaarte.blogspot.com/feeds/7993231506132941319/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915007972955703749&amp;postID=7993231506132941319' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915007972955703749/posts/default/7993231506132941319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915007972955703749/posts/default/7993231506132941319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveiadaarte.blogspot.com/2008/07/miopia-na-janela-com-miopia-fechei-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Karin, e quem mais quiser ser deste lugar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03042463414382796597</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-7915007972955703749.post-5485000990233758893</id><published>2008-07-14T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T18:29:49.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PROPORÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te vejo através de pedaços&lt;br /&gt;da íris do meu olho rasgado&lt;br /&gt;sinto de longe, conheço os passos&lt;br /&gt;que percorrem um mundo carregado&lt;br /&gt;sei de toda tua pulsação&lt;br /&gt;te desvendo ao olho límpido&lt;br /&gt;exercito em ti, a adivinhação&lt;br /&gt;teu olhar, andar, sorrido, ímpeto&lt;br /&gt;na noite cheia de lua, espio&lt;br /&gt;os contornos do que é belo e cura&lt;br /&gt;o todo percebo, está por um fio&lt;br /&gt;tenacidade, leveza e doçura&lt;br /&gt;embarco em tua amplitude&lt;br /&gt;afastando todo o revés&lt;br /&gt;meus vôos mentais, amiúde&lt;br /&gt;sempre acompanham um som de jazz&lt;br /&gt;há uma boca obscura, de estrelas e desejo&lt;br /&gt;que atravessa o momento, sem razão&lt;br /&gt;ao fundo seu olhar, outrora meu ensejo&lt;br /&gt;o que sinto tem o mar como proporção...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ka&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915007972955703749-5485000990233758893?l=naveiadaarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveiadaarte.blogspot.com/feeds/5485000990233758893/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915007972955703749&amp;postID=5485000990233758893' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915007972955703749/posts/default/5485000990233758893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915007972955703749/posts/default/5485000990233758893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveiadaarte.blogspot.com/2008/07/proporo-te-vejo-atravs-de-pedaos-da-ris.html' title=''/><author><name>Karin, e quem mais quiser ser deste lugar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03042463414382796597</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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
