tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182347262024-03-07T18:15:41.445+00:00AntMitos urbanos... ou assim...Anthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204534429773372804noreply@blogger.comBlogger324125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18234726.post-4596796830842942932011-04-03T00:15:00.013+01:002011-04-04T12:11:25.280+01:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>Ça n'existe pas...</strong></span> <span style="font-family:arial;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Chegámos a um ponto em que é fácil o desencontro, o equívoco.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">Não sei o que esquecemos, o que nos desgasta, mas os nossos abraços, embora ainda nos unam e nos aqueçam, perderam a frescura e a espontaneidade de outros tempos.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">Lembras-te de como eram os nossos encontros ao fim do dia? </span><span style="font-family:arial;">Q</span><span style="font-family:arial;">uando bastava a presença iminente do outro para que o desejo fosse tão forte que só se consumia com os nossos corpos unidos em êxtase?</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Esperávamos-nos, ambos disponíveis para a troca de olhares cúmplices, simples consonância de um só desejo ampliado em mil reflexos, muito para além do que é inteligível.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">Para trás ficavam afazeres, responsabilidades, urgências, porque urgente era esgotarmos esse desejo que nos impelia para o sexo, única forma de materializarmos esse amor que, de tão intenso, não se compadecia com a palavra amo-te.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Será que o tempo nos castiga, retirando-nos o prazer de desfrutarmos os nossos corpos? </span><span style="font-family:arial;">Serão os deuses que, invejosos da nossa sorte, nos aprisionam no hábito e no tédio?</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Não havia lei nem ordem a que obedecêssemos.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">Quem despia quem? </span><span style="font-family:arial;">Não sei porque não fixei, não estudei, não retenho a inutilidade.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">Recordo apenas que os lábios, antenas de sensações, percorriam cada poro dos nossos corpos, até que faltasse apenas a minha penetração em ti para que a terra, em vertiginosa rotação, tivesse que quedar-se, para que o mundo não perdesse o equilíbrio.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">E depois, em silêncio, as carícias, suaves, eram o epílogo de um momento, apenas, que iríamos repetir sempre, para sempre.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Olha para nós. </span><span style="font-family:arial;">Eu saboreio um cálice de Porto, saboroso, acredita. Tu comprazes-te com poesia, de um bom livro, certamente.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">E nós? </span><span style="font-family:arial;">Onde ficámos nós, para que nos encontremos apenas às vezes, quando o Porto e a poesia não nos preenchem o vazio?</span>Anthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204534429773372804noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18234726.post-2620426808828405162011-03-15T12:29:00.002+00:002011-03-15T12:39:15.102+00:00<span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sonhei contigo…</span></strong><br /><br />"Vi-te chegar à estação e abraçámo-nos, para o espanto de toda agente.<br />Viajámos para casa, pousaste a bagagem e quiseste tomar um duche.<br />Eu fui acabar o jantar. Nada de complicado. Um peixe grelhado, apenas.<br />Um odor a canela espalhava-se por toda a casa. As velas na mesa ofereciam um ambiente íntimo, tranquilo.<br />Um jazz quente, volume baixo, cúmplice dos desejos.<br />Estavas cansada mas, mesmo assim, quiseste fazer amor. Foi calmo mas apaixonado.<br />Depois adormecemos, tranquilos, quase satisfeitos.<br />Eu acordei primeiro e afaguei-te o cabelo, tu sorriste e repetimos o amor, agora mais viril, mais intenso.<br />Depois passeávamos por Lisboa de mão dada, bebemos um café e comemos um bolo numa pastelaria qualquer porque estávamos cansados do passeio.<br />Regressávamos a casa ao fim do dia e amámo-nos..." </span><br /><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzI5VdK-G1M4bFyWQ50gGYlGBhILQIqn0WTmoNsFLttr7expyl2FdqHHhUTXRbNCyXbPpZ8S04E-U8' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">(Video: d'age - Carinho Vadio)</span></p>Anthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204534429773372804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18234726.post-17907576791310335292011-01-24T11:58:00.000+00:002011-01-24T11:58:08.750+00:00Acordai Mix<iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vQ-1WTndTbw?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""></iframe>Anthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204534429773372804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18234726.post-66555207341173696742010-12-02T12:26:00.003+00:002010-12-02T12:38:13.435+00:00<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O amor sabe...</span></strong><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-P6h0btzA5I?fs=1&hl=pt_BR"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-P6h0btzA5I?fs=1&hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">onde está o meu desejo de me perder<br />em ti<br />em nós<br /><br />onde está a melodia perdida<br />algures no aroma de um rio<br />em mim<br />em nós<br /><br />Eu perdi o rasto que traçámos algures<br />numa floresta enebriante de cor e perfumes<br /><br />Espero um novo dia<br />que se adia<br />que não chega nunca<br />naquele comboio em que partiste.<br /><br />Se te dissesse que as lágrimas do adeus irrompem<br />mesmo quando as minhas melodias as interompem.<br /><br />A salvação é uma viagem<br />e eu<br />eu não posso comprar a passagem.</span>Anthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204534429773372804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18234726.post-87877087469304183542010-11-28T22:02:00.004+00:002010-11-28T23:10:20.773+00:00<span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Irrompem...<br /></span></strong><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/udGzWTWC0Nk?fs=1&hl=pt_BR"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/udGzWTWC0Nk?fs=1&hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">anjos</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">sedentos</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Buscam-me</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">enquanto adormeço</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Encontram-me</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">quando desperto</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Onde estás</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">luz minha para que me segure</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Onde te encontro</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">no meio da neblina intolerante</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Não me resta ouro nem sedas</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Consumi tesouros e prendas</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Resta-me tempo, pouco</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">sede, tanta</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Desfaleço entre tantos desejos</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">que desejo</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">E tu minha vida</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">porque demoras</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">É que os anjos, sedentos</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">convocam a partida</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">... antecipada... que adio...<br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"></span>Anthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204534429773372804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18234726.post-9050926260355669932010-11-12T13:31:00.003+00:002010-11-12T14:07:59.926+00:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>Bela...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzDegewoSsFwiejHd3wXDN-WinRP3nIIt_7zIn7RNphy3uLis8s6RqGs4ylNuIkGLW0z8Ofvlb_NbE' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">... ia a noiva vestida de branco</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">linda</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">a música tocada ao piano</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Êxtase </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">brindes e vivas e risos</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">E sonhos</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Malfadadas as noites em branco</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">de tantos agouros</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Tantos falsos tesouros</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Reconheço-te ao longe, princesa dos meus pasmos</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Reconheço-te, entre todas as princesas dos meus cantos</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Foi há dias quando renunciei</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">ao prazer que desenhei</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Rejeito outras falsidades</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Enganadoras felicidades</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Esconjuro banquetes</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Embarco num navio</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Está frio</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Gelo</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Sem bagagem</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">sem asilo.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">(Video: Ser Sóbrio - d'age 2010)</span>Anthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204534429773372804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18234726.post-54972891403934467052010-11-11T12:39:00.004+00:002010-11-11T13:08:59.975+00:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>Fome...</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyYNMaiLQgAUFy_AD2al1TJMd7FQPx0HUNbGo3GfyXD6vzVinv1p5BOqSb3Eey7Y9IrZi9Us2Ui-yo' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Amanheceres cinzentos</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">que o inverno despertou.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Perdida a paixão</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">o desejo</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">A solidão também.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Não quero ninguém</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Perco-me nos rostos</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">magros, crispados,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">vagabundos de si</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Como eu de ti...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Ao longe revejo a sorte</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">O odor da morte</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">ou simplesmemnte o desejo</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">de partir rumo ao silêncio derradeiro</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">(Video:Voar na Brisa - d'age 2010)</span>Anthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204534429773372804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18234726.post-32923548640645658612010-11-03T17:04:00.006+00:002010-11-03T17:16:36.907+00:00<span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Amor...</span></strong><br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg6jeIvM4gXDOMeLioOppcttPG_v5yq2rON177EVPQBcljjcWQnZqyG_QcCtM6C63DLzNosoeiJFS7REKhOk97_9qTtWt1rtTD9b_tc4ySbkjVW9fsaI1oWfzn6BpLpPEzBfOJ/s1600/JoaoAzevedo.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535372730490164754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg6jeIvM4gXDOMeLioOppcttPG_v5yq2rON177EVPQBcljjcWQnZqyG_QcCtM6C63DLzNosoeiJFS7REKhOk97_9qTtWt1rtTD9b_tc4ySbkjVW9fsaI1oWfzn6BpLpPEzBfOJ/s320/JoaoAzevedo.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Por onde viajas<br />Em que brisa te passeias<br /><br />Deito-me no capim felino<br />Resta o inefável som<br />das baladas que já soube.</span>Anthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204534429773372804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18234726.post-90008638764679640552010-09-17T11:28:00.003+01:002010-09-17T11:34:39.228+01:00<span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Sopro...</strong></span><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjARbyRXmXelCVA-p6zUtB2BqfyqT9_SayDtCOyvosDAjGKA65sXIU2ud7idT9_hsiZQugXM-8xmqhMxFX2s8XSBuDMgixss_4IAujIJx_YOCoTdI5Z7YYECU5KzM2eZ19URZtI/s1600/dining01.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 377px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517827854799800594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjARbyRXmXelCVA-p6zUtB2BqfyqT9_SayDtCOyvosDAjGKA65sXIU2ud7idT9_hsiZQugXM-8xmqhMxFX2s8XSBuDMgixss_4IAujIJx_YOCoTdI5Z7YYECU5KzM2eZ19URZtI/s320/dining01.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;">dos indigentes<br />Árida palidez, indiferente<br />Número impreciso<br />Mendigos do amor incerto<br /><br />Rosto volátil na madrugada incerta<br />Antes o anoitecer,<br />porta aberta à fantasia e à farsa<br /><br />Encobertos na penumbra de desejos<br />embalados no sofá, ébrios<br />Inútil triunfo na eloquência<br />Breve refugo de inocência</span>Anthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204534429773372804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18234726.post-81735953110506817352010-09-13T14:38:00.004+01:002010-09-13T14:56:19.954+01:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>Não sou...</strong></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXaaMzqNP-_m9ams11Ze4gsToDAemenWpdTscUD0pJJpojsFOMNn0bV0Mn8qH7KNQugyaR7LdF3kKy3DS2Nyf9E5uEw7H7owuod-hHh0kNEmhZP8zNuLcGRTqCPmQ1zQFKPSvV/s1600/_M_.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 388px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516395848727775218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXaaMzqNP-_m9ams11Ze4gsToDAemenWpdTscUD0pJJpojsFOMNn0bV0Mn8qH7KNQugyaR7LdF3kKy3DS2Nyf9E5uEw7H7owuod-hHh0kNEmhZP8zNuLcGRTqCPmQ1zQFKPSvV/s320/_M_.jpg" /></span></a> <span style="font-family:arial;">... anjo </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">porque os anjos vivem para sempre</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Não sou ave nem felino</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">já não me quero pequenino</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">... bússola</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">porque não te aponto um destino</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">esqueci os desejos de menino</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">... bandeira</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Acredito na terra inteira</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">nos braços de uma fogueira</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Esquece as palavras malditas</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">mas guarda as mais bonitas</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">porque quando partir</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">é para mais não vir</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">(Foto:Google)</span>Anthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204534429773372804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18234726.post-16014300606002773242010-09-10T16:56:00.002+01:002010-09-10T16:59:57.059+01:00<div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>xeeeeeee....</strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZebN51HMxdZyJRCt8V3lN7eW-AY0STnTTKOlaeDsYHdZSYOFoIBBlPdIrmMY5r6f7s9z8zl8inpkTucQLxqcQsuSxw4xADYdku0yCbEmaG3vdiFJJLc96ix7ovVJiME9OJmqG/s1600/beijo.bmp"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 402px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515315061300831298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZebN51HMxdZyJRCt8V3lN7eW-AY0STnTTKOlaeDsYHdZSYOFoIBBlPdIrmMY5r6f7s9z8zl8inpkTucQLxqcQsuSxw4xADYdku0yCbEmaG3vdiFJJLc96ix7ovVJiME9OJmqG/s320/beijo.bmp" /></span></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">sopro na aragem fresca de fim de tarde.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">finalmente sós </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">no início da eternidade.</span></div>Anthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204534429773372804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18234726.post-50199610372212381782010-09-03T17:06:00.002+01:002010-09-03T17:09:38.438+01:00<span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Quando...</span></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">voar na brisa</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">não vou ser um anjo</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Quando </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">voar na brisa </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">vou ter tempo para te dar</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Quando </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">eu voar na brisa</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">vou ser livre</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Quando</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">eu voar na brisa</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">vou ter tempo.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">(sem foto - <a href="http://dagemusica.blogspot.com/">http://dagemusica.blogspot.com</a>)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span>Anthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204534429773372804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18234726.post-37601650611285257862010-09-02T17:09:00.005+01:002010-09-02T17:16:48.699+01:00<span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Espelho meu...</strong></span></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh61VoYraLN-fS5Avcudpla5dN-Jypxx9dYeRrTHAMxvNsxC0Cvn2MtxRkd264Wj-SxcubjaGLpmx-yEYf_bRBR78n3yrctlKALM5oMZFBgUcWuxFLTo5G9Jh9tW85ui8_i1y2z/s1600/espelho1.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 388px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512349847293274690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh61VoYraLN-fS5Avcudpla5dN-Jypxx9dYeRrTHAMxvNsxC0Cvn2MtxRkd264Wj-SxcubjaGLpmx-yEYf_bRBR78n3yrctlKALM5oMZFBgUcWuxFLTo5G9Jh9tW85ui8_i1y2z/s320/espelho1.jpg" /></span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">... Roubaste-me a imagem</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Ficou o vazio</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">sem alma</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Onde estiver</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">está longe de mais</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Transpôs o limbo</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">para outra margem</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Como eu gostava de saborear de novo</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">os corpos enlaçados</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">reflectidos</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Traço do capricho dos desejos.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">(Foto:Google)</span>Anthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204534429773372804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18234726.post-25168309561480725312010-08-15T16:32:00.003+01:002010-08-15T16:42:53.951+01:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>O Mar...</strong></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuSwh411M0aZCQczEZVNwIO1p2VLE6uOYYBF85kQG0HMg2A5DzeRei6mP_vm_vhDvCs51O07OkBkLGcSNLbOQVwebJXAVsEtx5rRHQdqE-R2h1ZXmzTZcUQL5z_aUFmks9IXtq/s1600/meditacao.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 397px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505662247291467362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuSwh411M0aZCQczEZVNwIO1p2VLE6uOYYBF85kQG0HMg2A5DzeRei6mP_vm_vhDvCs51O07OkBkLGcSNLbOQVwebJXAVsEtx5rRHQdqE-R2h1ZXmzTZcUQL5z_aUFmks9IXtq/s320/meditacao.jpg" /></span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Sinto-o em cada poro</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">sabor salgado</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Elevado à transparência</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">adormeço nos braços</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">das ondas calmas</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">que são os teus</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">(Foto: Google)</span>Anthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204534429773372804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18234726.post-52367100694515317872010-08-05T15:21:00.001+01:002010-08-05T15:29:21.886+01:00<span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Um dia...</span></strong><br /><br />um dia atracarás ao cais<br />uma última vez<br /><br />um dia ficarás em terra<br />porque o mar não te quer<br /><br />depois ficarão as miragens<br />o voo da águia real<br />a canção refeita<br />o sabor a sal<br /><br />um dia deitas-te ao meu lado<br />e adormeces até amanhecer<br /><br />um dia é só<br />um dia<br /></span><br /><br /><object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/Phf0WWlfbF8/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Phf0WWlfbF8&hl=pt_BR&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Phf0WWlfbF8&hl=pt_BR&fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>Anthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204534429773372804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18234726.post-49406510680653721782010-08-03T15:10:00.004+01:002010-08-03T15:28:32.256+01:00<span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Antes...</span></strong><br /><br />Tinha um jogo favorito<br />Brincar às escondidas<br /><br />Chamava e corria<br />Chamava e corria<br /><br />Chamava e escondia<br />Chamava e escondia<br /><br />Antes...<br />Há muito tempo tinha tempo<br />Tinha palavras e esperava<br /><br />Antes...<br />e por ser antes<br />esperava sem pressa<br />que viesses ter comigo aos cais<br />ao refúgio onde me escondia<br />porque tu o conhecias.</span><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BHfFlQY5FSk&hl=pt_BR&fs=1?color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BHfFlQY5FSk&hl=pt_BR&fs=1?color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Anthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204534429773372804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18234726.post-18309595527429097832010-07-30T10:48:00.002+01:002010-07-30T10:52:12.625+01:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>Lágrima...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Sobrepõe-se ao riso que me pedes.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Partes finalmente, </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">descansas.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Ficamos agarrados à carne</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">ofereces a alma</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Vou agarrar a gargalhada</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">e tentar não chorar mais.</span>Anthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204534429773372804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18234726.post-20534847509147488602010-07-29T16:57:00.005+01:002010-07-30T12:17:24.184+01:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>Longe...</strong></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh26Vo4EO-CeQnov7KDSjcdWxVmTj5Gh_Jy8_Qu45kDEmk3RqKrz18BmM9Z0ZN4_bkKaZUlfEsa4hjuIqLNhB0qt8whir0qeR5Sz3ECuT8HqxTNsRmACjaCXMCuA5N2pKnHYQ4i/s1600/RecordarEViver_LuizFilipeNavarro.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 409px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499359780076149010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh26Vo4EO-CeQnov7KDSjcdWxVmTj5Gh_Jy8_Qu45kDEmk3RqKrz18BmM9Z0ZN4_bkKaZUlfEsa4hjuIqLNhB0qt8whir0qeR5Sz3ECuT8HqxTNsRmACjaCXMCuA5N2pKnHYQ4i/s320/RecordarEViver_LuizFilipeNavarro.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Separados pelo tempo que ruge na sua importância</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">homens e mulheres atravessam o deserto</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Depois, desencontrados no desejo</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">esperançados no beijo</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">enfurecem-se da sua prepotente arrogância</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Longe, longe de mais para ter medo</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Longe mas perto da melancolia de noites em branco</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Ouvidos cansados da angústia</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">daqueles que lá longe</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">nada esperam a não ser o medo</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Longe, longe de mais</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">enquanto o meu copo vazio</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">reflecte mil cores</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">e espera sem tempo certo</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">que a paisagem se chegue</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">mais perto</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Foto (Luiz Filipe Navarro - recordar é viver)</span>Anthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204534429773372804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18234726.post-40005707161173370872010-07-28T10:48:00.008+01:002010-08-03T15:25:39.627+01:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>Vês as sombras...</strong></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU9WWqrhviI0OI7Bo049aKmzAjUAW9kJYGEV2KCkylMrDaWnrY5pU5oDUjdyS4q6FvGQpSVhaHAZdNv4PEA9-0eNgjO2KNxVhU52lnAS8gvs6HEbyBmpLYgTmAdlxFxMfaUdPz/s1600/2654968.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 388px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498904254189353506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU9WWqrhviI0OI7Bo049aKmzAjUAW9kJYGEV2KCkylMrDaWnrY5pU5oDUjdyS4q6FvGQpSVhaHAZdNv4PEA9-0eNgjO2KNxVhU52lnAS8gvs6HEbyBmpLYgTmAdlxFxMfaUdPz/s320/2654968.jpg" /></span></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">E a cegueira nas palavras...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Lês o que dizem de nós</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">os que aguardamos</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">outro final de cena...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Crês na fonte dos desejos</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">eterna juventude intensa</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Para além dos temores</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Para lá do olhar</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Apetece-me rasgar cada estrofe</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">dilacerar cada sílaba</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">procurar para além de nós</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">outra percepção, outro mote</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Empresta-se a faca que guardas longe dos olhares inúteis</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Refresca-me a face queimada de tantas batalhas</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Tu, só tu podes acalmar o fim da tragédia</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">trazer ao palco a comédia</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">onde princesas troçam com reis</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Vês agora...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">O que as sombras trouxeram ao meu olhar</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Apesar de cada sílaba fugir ao temor</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">da faca de tantas batalhas...</span><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RbZPyWI0Wds&hl=pt_BR&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RbZPyWI0Wds&hl=pt_BR&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">(Foto: Marta Ferreira -Olhares.aeiou.pt)</span>Anthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204534429773372804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18234726.post-57330841082928613962010-07-27T14:10:00.003+01:002010-07-27T14:27:16.807+01:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>Somos...</strong></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvzZx5qrc5ia8039kELPp0ILzlHNe7vr6oA3qPbZ7l56nc5gMOdl3bYW5NVhGE_coZ_uIW_2YLNTONszdm7AU3s8pt7BTXtbwFkdFDuMzZ8zKnQKtVZFIu0GEoOGGk3CpU0YdO/s1600/LuisLoboHenriques_GuardadorNuvens.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 387px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498576332713316610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvzZx5qrc5ia8039kELPp0ILzlHNe7vr6oA3qPbZ7l56nc5gMOdl3bYW5NVhGE_coZ_uIW_2YLNTONszdm7AU3s8pt7BTXtbwFkdFDuMzZ8zKnQKtVZFIu0GEoOGGk3CpU0YdO/s320/LuisLoboHenriques_GuardadorNuvens.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Parecidos, tu e eu</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Forçados pelo olhar da alma</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">ao silêncio mal contido</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Eu ansiedade de novas cores</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">paleta de universos</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">pauta de outros sons, perfumes</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Tu brisa calma conquistada</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Vaga de mar vastíssimo</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Ária não entoada, suspirada</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Vejo-te deste lado do piano</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">como me vês desse lado da tela</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Ouço-te quando danças</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">ouves-me quando me disserto</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Descanso, lambo dores</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Tranquilo Lar... ditosos licores</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">(Foto: Luis Lobo Henriques)</span>Anthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204534429773372804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18234726.post-54910900928816582822010-07-26T11:00:00.005+01:002010-07-27T12:53:31.978+01:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>Acordo...</strong></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMMRW_efOuLzk3qLLMJlXltmKMfQitIjTUHFiIeY4cKJei7bXx3RQS_OllUmHUtfhpQQhpSV5GnLBKPPLvPaM0Agu6t5e0NKJiLrMiRzl9HezH-z8OQqEoP4fMJ9-WvzusFyvT/s1600/LuaCheia_GaleriaDoRicardo.bmp"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 408px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498153795317502690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMMRW_efOuLzk3qLLMJlXltmKMfQitIjTUHFiIeY4cKJei7bXx3RQS_OllUmHUtfhpQQhpSV5GnLBKPPLvPaM0Agu6t5e0NKJiLrMiRzl9HezH-z8OQqEoP4fMJ9-WvzusFyvT/s320/LuaCheia_GaleriaDoRicardo.bmp" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Não reconheço a paisagem</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">somente delicado aroma</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">doce</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">me recorda a viagem</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">longa</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Imenso mar</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">sereno lago imenso</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">doce</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">este inigmático lar</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">calmo</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">(Foto: Ricardo... via Google)</span>Anthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204534429773372804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18234726.post-2787281076873141632010-07-22T16:23:00.009+01:002010-08-03T15:30:37.891+01:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>Olho...</strong></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9119MDAvESvHNg6KXu_FqXmxYTDAMgg22RLO4w9I3FaTe9_WgWXUyBfoaxkwD_CH2kqC1pilRZk7FrWsaH7bBWTmlHjmmRU_6O7mxmJJfdcU44HjILcTNN3n_bDROkAF5-zfs/s1600/lisboa1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 386px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498155361096720898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9119MDAvESvHNg6KXu_FqXmxYTDAMgg22RLO4w9I3FaTe9_WgWXUyBfoaxkwD_CH2kqC1pilRZk7FrWsaH7bBWTmlHjmmRU_6O7mxmJJfdcU44HjILcTNN3n_bDROkAF5-zfs/s320/lisboa1.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">O sol encoberto pela neblina<br />Ou será a lua...<br /><br />Perdi a consciência do que é dia<br />do que é noite<br /><br />Luzes disformes na maré<br />onde páras, meu batel...<br /><br />Fantasia de papel...<br /><br />Respiro novas fábulas<br />diáfana paisagem<br />onde o medo capitula.<br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdF1FVABk6GsLh8Dn38SJSl0mld8KxczzZKqwgHEg4LIEm7P2TG53TvuI0rThS9g7i3o5cWaefHH1sYQXloAAIxt6z854odQJLlEelpn7W5yg3XYutZi1fgOxjOEOeFpO0kBCC/s1600/lisboa1.jpg"></a>Anthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204534429773372804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18234726.post-32605918806598691812010-07-21T14:34:00.005+01:002010-07-21T15:18:17.729+01:00<strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Spotlight... tesouro secreto algures num areal...</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH-lx-tsS_ONhW6oR9HR1V7xxKQtXAlz3vDQ4j4xLIun9q_2lH43saLasGIJ5CFsvH9lexASrgYLCPlsgQQ9amBrwRKzY46klBCYNL2fH8gYmld59SuGCh6jgAGkhBVkGOrIBu/s1600/Alfeite.gif"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 355px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496361825607032050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH-lx-tsS_ONhW6oR9HR1V7xxKQtXAlz3vDQ4j4xLIun9q_2lH43saLasGIJ5CFsvH9lexASrgYLCPlsgQQ9amBrwRKzY46klBCYNL2fH8gYmld59SuGCh6jgAGkhBVkGOrIBu/s320/Alfeite.gif" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH-lx-tsS_ONhW6oR9HR1V7xxKQtXAlz3vDQ4j4xLIun9q_2lH43saLasGIJ5CFsvH9lexASrgYLCPlsgQQ9amBrwRKzY46klBCYNL2fH8gYmld59SuGCh6jgAGkhBVkGOrIBu/s1600/Alfeite.gif"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Estendo-me</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Acompanho as ostras</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">dissimuladas</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Cúmplice das pérolas</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">No limite</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">entardecer brumoso</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">o palco</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">trágico... cómico...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Resta um resto de manto intacto</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Finita glória, final de história.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">(Foto: algures no Google)</span>Anthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204534429773372804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18234726.post-86989658679750289412010-07-08T15:59:00.002+01:002010-07-08T16:25:18.051+01:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>Inocência...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">algures perdida no pálido</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">e obscuro</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">ritual de ideais consumidos</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Cântico herético</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">do antes e do após</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">esfumado ideal consumido</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Majestosa criança....</span><br /><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx9vrhVAlIRRBofjpKMoqbj_u2qQr3lzMTz1A7RW2OA8WygSG8sar1rD2uaaYANbYJ-CMg6UfcY9jk' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">(D'age -Em Nome de Deus, Polygram 1992)</span></p>Anthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204534429773372804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18234726.post-30980927246292420252009-12-03T11:38:00.002+00:002009-12-03T13:22:35.288+00:00<p>Há quanto tempo não vinha aqui escrever?</p><p>Demasiado.</p><p>Fica a poesia da música com o clip em fase quase final.</p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwPvxDDTfojQBN3BKdDlYV6HejdJ7KOJP_CYVNNXqypMKyA-5JNn0j1CMp-cvsw1G0mZ8oSPU317Gw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Anthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204534429773372804noreply@blogger.com5