<?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-8131772037282661054</id><updated>2012-01-30T02:48:52.411Z</updated><title type='text'>joão oliveira</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-232391946929530498</id><published>2012-01-30T01:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-30T01:23:46.307Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sejamos Portugal,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Íntegra nação,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pátria real,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Povo de alma e coração!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9RP0Hdiroys/TrqAawBodOI/AAAAAAAABtE/UwnZWuQfN2E/s1600/portugal_R.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9RP0Hdiroys/TrqAawBodOI/AAAAAAAABtE/UwnZWuQfN2E/s1600/portugal_R.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-232391946929530498?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/232391946929530498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/232391946929530498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2011/11/sejamos-portugal-integra-nacao-patria.html' title=''/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9RP0Hdiroys/TrqAawBodOI/AAAAAAAABtE/UwnZWuQfN2E/s72-c/portugal_R.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-7241863215234449012</id><published>2011-12-28T17:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-28T19:41:49.001Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dois mil e doze mui próspero!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um novo mundo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deste nada, tudo novo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do novo, o&amp;nbsp;profundo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para este Povo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-7241863215234449012?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/7241863215234449012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/7241863215234449012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2011/12/um-novo-mundo-deste-nada-tudo-novo-do.html' title=''/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-3665773767983274696</id><published>2011-12-19T11:58:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-20T18:59:43.495Z</updated><title type='text'>Natal em família</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Fi5YQWuRs/R2WJN9nuUJI/AAAAAAAAAq4/kB61Mw_7xyM/s1600-h/card_natal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144669022313140370" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Fi5YQWuRs/R2WJN9nuUJI/AAAAAAAAAq4/kB61Mw_7xyM/s320/card_natal.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nesta época natalícia, vamos viver em paz e amor e prolongar/praticar estas ideias pelo&amp;nbsp;próximo ano. Desejos de um feliz e santo&amp;nbsp;Natal em família e um mui prospero ano de dois mil e doze.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a família é um bem sagrado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nela há que saber amar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ela será sempre um berço doirado!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;façam tudo para assim continuar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;poderá haver alguma desavença,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;até por vezes, falta de carinho,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas nunca esqueçam a crença,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;da união e de um miminho!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;amor, amizade e pão,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;são palavras de ordem,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e quando precisa, haja reconciliação,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e estas palavras sempre recordem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;é bonito haver famílias unidas!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;com ética e educação,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e sempre reunidas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;também em comunhão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que as famílias brotem amor e paz!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;não é tão difícil assim,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu sei que são capaz,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu,... fico feliz,... por elas e por mim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chãs de Tavares, joão oliveira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-3665773767983274696?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/3665773767983274696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/3665773767983274696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2008/12/natal-em-famlia.html' title='Natal em família'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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/_58Fi5YQWuRs/R2WJN9nuUJI/AAAAAAAAAq4/kB61Mw_7xyM/s72-c/card_natal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-6154140810348714678</id><published>2011-12-13T16:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-13T16:09:54.619Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde há luz!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não existe treva,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquela te conduz,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esta a lado nenhum te leva!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-6154140810348714678?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/6154140810348714678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/6154140810348714678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2011/12/onde-ha-luz-nao-existe-treva-aquela-te.html' title=''/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-4418096437122036044</id><published>2011-12-02T00:12:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-02T00:13:26.240Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde há treva,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não existe luz,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquela a lado nenhum te leva,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esta te conduz!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-4418096437122036044?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/4418096437122036044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/4418096437122036044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2011/12/onde-ha-treva-nao-existe-luz-quela-lado.html' title=''/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-4237957198464041766</id><published>2011-11-27T12:28:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-27T19:42:12.369Z</updated><title type='text'>escrever um fado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FADO, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PATRIMÓNIO DA HUMANIDADE! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PARABÉNS FADO, PARABÉNS PORTUGAL!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;gostava de escrever um fado!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a pensar nos meus amores,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e mesmo que não seja cantado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;não sofrerei dissabores.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;apenas, queria um fado escrever,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;para que, de mim se lembrassem,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;esses amores, que fiz sofrer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;para que, de mim bem pensassem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;um fado de ternura,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de paixão e saudade!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e que fosse uma linda pintura,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;para a eternidade...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;quero desse fado fazer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a mais linda bandeira!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;para que possam ver,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;à minha maneira.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e nesse fado explicar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a essas minhas amigas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que a palavra "amar",&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;é mais que um trocar de salivas!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chãs de tavares, 22 de abril de 2008, joão oliveira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-4237957198464041766?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/4237957198464041766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/4237957198464041766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2008/03/escrever-um-fado.html' title='escrever um fado'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-5098047209779963311</id><published>2011-11-23T14:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-29T10:55:45.717Z</updated><title type='text'>Pensar Portugal é preciso.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--8Y60bUMACo/TsPBTl4uUkI/AAAAAAAABtU/P6cb6rDGQg0/s1600/portugal_R.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--8Y60bUMACo/TsPBTl4uUkI/AAAAAAAABtU/P6cb6rDGQg0/s1600/portugal_R.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o apuramento de Portugal para o campeonato da Europa de Futebol transmita a todos os portugueses a garra, o querer e&amp;nbsp;a determinação da nossa raça que tanto precisamos para ultrapassar as dificuldades do dia a dia. Portugal precisa de nós!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;somos nós o povo lusitano, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;aquele que se une por grandes causas!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sempre em grande plano, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sem fazer desses acontecimentos, pausas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;poderíamos estar em melhor estado, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e a culpa é de todos os portugueses, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;porque para o país ter estagnado (ou piorado),&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;também resulta de querermos ser só fregueses. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;porque não também criadores? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de novas ideias e invenções, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;seremos sempre amadores!? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;com outros países em competições. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;não chega só Fátima, &lt;u&gt;futebol&lt;/u&gt; e fado, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;é preciso diversificar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;este país por nós amado. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;temos que acordar! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;precisamos de pensar este país, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;colocar de lado tanta politica, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;se queremos uma nação feliz,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;aqui fica a minha dica:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;juntem-se pessoas dos vários sectores, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;social, económico, cultural, (etc) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e também os trabalhadores, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e com verdade, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;para a frente Portugal! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chãs de Tavares, 8 de setembro de 2007, joão oliveira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-5098047209779963311?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/5098047209779963311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/5098047209779963311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2007/09/pensar-portugal-preciso.html' title='Pensar Portugal é preciso.'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--8Y60bUMACo/TsPBTl4uUkI/AAAAAAAABtU/P6cb6rDGQg0/s72-c/portugal_R.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-7983090019115423690</id><published>2011-11-12T16:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-12T16:08:58.642Z</updated><title type='text'>outono</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITFIp1_FiCE/Tr6aAtu1LaI/AAAAAAAABtM/kTWFkAiprvE/s1600/447_21_folhas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITFIp1_FiCE/Tr6aAtu1LaI/AAAAAAAABtM/kTWFkAiprvE/s320/447_21_folhas.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;chegou o outono,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;com ele a folha da árvore cai,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fica no chão ao abandono,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e com a chuva, pela rua vai.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no outono, apetece estar à lareira,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a conversar em família com harmonia,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;observar o queimar da madeira,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e fortalecer a sinergia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;momento de tranquilidade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nesta reunião familiar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;onde existe bondade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh! outono, que este ambiente ajudas a criar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;não me esqueço da folha,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que da árvore caíu,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ela não teve escolha,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pois o outono a traíu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a folha era sozinha,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o outono a levou,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas que sorte a minha,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a familia me segurou!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joão oliveira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-7983090019115423690?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/7983090019115423690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/7983090019115423690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2007/09/outono.html' title='outono'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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/-ITFIp1_FiCE/Tr6aAtu1LaI/AAAAAAAABtM/kTWFkAiprvE/s72-c/447_21_folhas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-1145394736053316559</id><published>2011-11-11T08:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-26T11:22:34.714Z</updated><title type='text'>Angola, país onde nasci. Dia 11 de Novembro, dia da Independência.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Fi5YQWuRs/Rf80fI7bfnI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PYhkaIlk2wQ/s1600-h/bandeira+angola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043807817255583346" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Fi5YQWuRs/Rf80fI7bfnI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PYhkaIlk2wQ/s320/bandeira+angola.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nasci na freguesia da Sé, concelho do Luso (Luena), província do Moxico no dia 5 de Outubro de 1974&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angola país irmão,&lt;br /&gt;Portugal país amigo,&lt;br /&gt;trago-vos no coração!&lt;br /&gt;por isso venham comigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não importa a tua cor,&lt;br /&gt;muito menos a distância,&lt;br /&gt;vamos viver em amor!&lt;br /&gt;em qualquer circunstância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por portugueses descoberta,&lt;br /&gt;por eles desenvolvida,&lt;br /&gt;lanço aqui um alerta,&lt;br /&gt;para não ser esquecida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eram navegadores,&lt;br /&gt;como Diogo Cão,&lt;br /&gt;não foram invasores,&lt;br /&gt;são um país cristão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hei-de aí voltar,&lt;br /&gt;ao país onde nasci!&lt;br /&gt;quero regressar,&lt;br /&gt;para perto de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angola país rico!&lt;br /&gt;de cultura e beleza,&lt;br /&gt;mas triste fico,&lt;br /&gt;com a tua pobreza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pobreza para o povo,&lt;br /&gt;riqueza para importantes,&lt;br /&gt;não se esqueçam de novo,&lt;br /&gt;que Angola não é só diamantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foste ao mundial,&lt;br /&gt;bem representada,&lt;br /&gt;não era nenhum mal,&lt;br /&gt;se não fosses eliminada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosto de ouvir,&lt;br /&gt;tuas canções!&lt;br /&gt;fazem-me reflectir,&lt;br /&gt;as minhas emoções.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a palavra do Senhor,&lt;br /&gt;para mim é/foi narrada,&lt;br /&gt;por um amigo e pastor,&lt;br /&gt;da minha terra amada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joão oliveira Chãs de Tavares, poderia ser em Angola, 05-03-2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-1145394736053316559?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/1145394736053316559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/1145394736053316559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2007/03/angola-pas-onde-nasci.html' title='Angola, país onde nasci. Dia 11 de Novembro, dia da Independência.'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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/_58Fi5YQWuRs/Rf80fI7bfnI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PYhkaIlk2wQ/s72-c/bandeira+angola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-4840418765808984144</id><published>2011-11-04T17:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-04T17:35:47.182Z</updated><title type='text'>à mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RVN1QklVzHE/TomyVLyjyQI/AAAAAAAABsE/tE8PZIZ_a3o/s1600/flor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RVN1QklVzHE/TomyVLyjyQI/AAAAAAAABsE/tE8PZIZ_a3o/s320/flor.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a ti que és mulher, o meu carinho, a minha ternura, o meu amor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mulher, palavra bonita!&lt;br /&gt;só duas silabas, mas abrangente!&lt;br /&gt;e ela que me permita,&lt;br /&gt;escrever sobre ela, alegremente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muitas vezes mal tratada,&lt;br /&gt;para ela, minha ternura,&lt;br /&gt;serás por mim lembrada,&lt;br /&gt;pela tua formosura!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mulher, tu és linda!&lt;br /&gt;tu és formosa!&lt;br /&gt;teu corpo esbelto e ainda!&lt;br /&gt;és felina e charmosa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como eu gosto de ti!&lt;br /&gt;de sentir tua presença,&lt;br /&gt;e o que te pedi,&lt;br /&gt;e tu me deste licença.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mulher, tu és a origem!&lt;br /&gt;muita gente isso esquece,&lt;br /&gt;tu és a flor, tu és o bem,&lt;br /&gt;tu és quem me enternece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o teu longo suspiro...!&lt;br /&gt;ninguém o entende,&lt;br /&gt;nem eu, quando a teu lado respiro,&lt;br /&gt;só tu sabes o que ele pretende.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mulher, senhora, mãe,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sempre jovem e menina!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e amante também,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e tudo isto, em ti não termina.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o teu olhar me desperta!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o teu rosto me encanta!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o teu corpo me liberta!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a tua presença, a moral me levanta!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joão oliveira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-4840418765808984144?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/4840418765808984144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/4840418765808984144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2007/07/mulher.html' title='à mulher'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RVN1QklVzHE/TomyVLyjyQI/AAAAAAAABsE/tE8PZIZ_a3o/s72-c/flor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-4918175714328282796</id><published>2011-11-02T12:08:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-02T12:28:12.786Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A inveja é de sobeja;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A riqueza não seja fraqueza.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-4918175714328282796?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/4918175714328282796'/><link rel='self' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-991587485855830467?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/991587485855830467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/991587485855830467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2011/10/para-que-o-ter-se-esqueces-o-teu-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-2583940652038672672</id><published>2011-10-21T19:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T19:54:10.404+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vida quero viver!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A ela tenho direito,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com minha forma de estar e ser,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a transbordar do meu peito!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-2583940652038672672?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/2583940652038672672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/2583940652038672672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2011/10/vida-quero-viver-ela-tenho-direito-com.html' title=''/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-8452574871018328459</id><published>2011-10-17T17:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T16:30:39.594+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rem pulchram atque bonam cupio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desejo uma coisa bela e boa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-8452574871018328459?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/8452574871018328459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/8452574871018328459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2011/10/rem-pulchram-atque-bonam-cupio.html' title=''/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-4062104411178544529</id><published>2011-10-12T15:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T15:18:11.970+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Crise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Não será a crise de falta de valores da nossa sociedade, na qual estamos inseridos, a mais grave e problemática, ficando no esquecimento, tanto princípios, como falta de civismo e respeito mutuo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A ausência destes não terá originado outras crises?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acreditemos no devir...!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-4062104411178544529?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/4062104411178544529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/4062104411178544529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2011/10/crise.html' title='Crise.'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-1555306878663828194</id><published>2011-10-07T15:13:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T21:17:05.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chãs de Tavares</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" id="HB_Mail_Container" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;td background="" height="250" id="HB_Focus_Element" unselectable="off" valign="top" width="100%"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chãs de Tavares,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;terra hospitaleira,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;chama teus filhos quando precisares...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"não queiras ser só brejeira".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;os teus filhos de ti gostam,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eles em ti e&amp;nbsp;"de ti vivem",&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;em ti apostam,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de ti sempre bendizem!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;é bom recordar o teu passado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;da beira és uma princesa,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tu és ,tu és fado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;não haverá outra de certeza.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a nossa história,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nos levará ao futuro,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fará parte da nossa glória, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e ele não será escuro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chãs de Tavares tem história e também é feita todos os dias...&lt;br /&gt;O futuro se constroi, desde o passado, passando pelo presente...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Com as pedras que nos atiram, um dia construíremos um castelo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;chãs de tavares, joão oliveira&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;   &lt;td height="1" style="font-size: 1pt;" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-1555306878663828194?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/1555306878663828194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/1555306878663828194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2011/10/chas-de-tavares.html' title='Chãs de Tavares'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-213991814529058207</id><published>2011-10-06T00:01:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T00:03:03.065+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Agradecimento aos amigos que não se esqueceram do meu aniversário. O meu bem haja!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;É&amp;nbsp;bom ter amigos, confraternizar com eles, dar e receber; e no sofrimento, sofrer com eles. Espero que tenham muitos e bons amigos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;julgamo-nos perdidos,&lt;br /&gt;sem razão de ser,&lt;br /&gt;quiçá confundidos,&lt;br /&gt;no nossa forma de viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;os amigos esquecemos,&lt;br /&gt;quando não precisamos,&lt;br /&gt;lembramos que os temos, &lt;br /&gt;quando necessitamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eles são flores!&lt;br /&gt;na nossa vida,&lt;br /&gt;fazem-nos favores,&lt;br /&gt;quando a amizade não é esquecida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eles são para mim!&lt;br /&gt;e penso que para vós também,&lt;br /&gt;flores no jardim!&lt;br /&gt;por nós eles vêm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com eles muitas conversas,&lt;br /&gt;até desabafos,&lt;br /&gt;por vezes dispersas,&lt;br /&gt;e muitos abraços!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amigos de ocasião,&lt;br /&gt;por aí os há,&lt;br /&gt;mas os do coração,&lt;br /&gt;venham para cá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é bom ter união,&lt;br /&gt;com os amigos... fraternidade....&lt;br /&gt;dar-lhes sempre a mão,&lt;br /&gt;enriquecer a amizade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amigos para rir,&lt;br /&gt;amigos para chorar,&lt;br /&gt;quem isto conseguir,&lt;br /&gt;nunca nada lhe há-de faltar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com eles comer e beber,&lt;br /&gt;porque não divertir?&lt;br /&gt;com eles sofrer,&lt;br /&gt;porque não com eles sentir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a boa amizade,&lt;br /&gt;pode-se arranjar,&lt;br /&gt;só com naturalidade,&lt;br /&gt;caso contrário é manipular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;viver bem,&amp;nbsp;à custa,&lt;br /&gt;de amigos e não só,&lt;br /&gt;esta amizade não é justa,&lt;br /&gt;por isso tenham dó.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com amigos contar,&lt;br /&gt;aos amigos o melhor oferecer!&lt;br /&gt;tudo com eles alcançar!&lt;br /&gt;que seja até morrer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joão oliveira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-213991814529058207?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/213991814529058207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/213991814529058207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2007/05/amigos.html' title='Agradecimento aos amigos que não se esqueceram do meu aniversário. O meu bem haja!'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-6218282664841579190</id><published>2011-10-01T01:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T01:37:53.125+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aos meus pais, em mais um aniversário do seu casamento.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;A eles, que me deram o ser e hoje lhes agradeço pelo que sou. O meu obrigado.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;aos meus pais que lutaram,&lt;br /&gt;para nada nos faltar,&lt;br /&gt;foi assim que nos criaram,&lt;br /&gt;e a saber respeitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ainda me lembro,&lt;br /&gt;de pequeno ser,&lt;br /&gt;e tenho no pensamento,&lt;br /&gt;o que queria ter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brinquedos ou presentes,&lt;br /&gt;era com o que sonhava,&lt;br /&gt;algumas vezes ausentes,&lt;br /&gt;porque para luxos não dava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não foi condicionante,&lt;br /&gt;para a minha educação,&lt;br /&gt;porque o importante,&lt;br /&gt;era haver pão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trabalharam na vida,&lt;br /&gt;para os filhos criar,&lt;br /&gt;para que fosse permitida,&lt;br /&gt;alegria no lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vida dura tiveram,&lt;br /&gt;foram para o ultramar,&lt;br /&gt;e assim que vieram,&lt;br /&gt;continuaram a labutar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do ultramar trouxeram,&lt;br /&gt;um filho nas mãos,&lt;br /&gt;foi o primeiro que tiveram,&lt;br /&gt;pois aqui tive dois irmãos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gente honesta e séria,&lt;br /&gt;é assim a educação,&lt;br /&gt;não havia miséria,&lt;br /&gt;mas sim para o dia, o pão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fomos ensinados,&lt;br /&gt;a todos respeitar,&lt;br /&gt;estamos preparados,&lt;br /&gt;para o futuro abraçar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vivemos em paz,&lt;br /&gt;e é o que queremos,&lt;br /&gt;porque foram capaz,&lt;br /&gt;de lutar pelo que temos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;riqueza de amizade,&lt;br /&gt;e espírito também,&lt;br /&gt;para eles a bondade,&lt;br /&gt;que tanto merecem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no futuro acreditamos,&lt;br /&gt;para o qual iremos,&lt;br /&gt;pois não invejamos,&lt;br /&gt;aquilo que não temos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haja paz e amor,&lt;br /&gt;pois neles vivemos,&lt;br /&gt;também da família calor,&lt;br /&gt;pois assim nos entendemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joão oliveira ( Lelo), em casa dos pais, chãs de tavares&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-6218282664841579190?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/6218282664841579190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/6218282664841579190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2007/03/aos-meus-pais.html' title='Aos meus pais, em mais um aniversário do seu casamento.'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-4632884725087263416</id><published>2011-09-28T20:43:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T23:21:34.437+01:00</updated><title type='text'>as minhas origens</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sou de entre o dão e o mondego,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de uma terra que já foi concelho,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;é ali que encontro o sossego,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;é dali que sou eu, este fedelho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;por mais lugares que conheça,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;é aqui que me inspiro,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;é aqui que quero que aconteça,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tanta coisa, que até suspiro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;terra farta, também rural!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;terra do bom queijo e bons enchidos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;também somos Portugal!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;onde mantemos o tradicional e outros ficam&amp;nbsp;rendidos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bom vinho cá temos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;um néctar verdadeiro,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a acompanhar um cabrito assado queremos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...e um bagaço derradeiro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a Estrela observa-nos!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lá bem do seu alto,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;esta terra conserva-nos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;acham que eu, aqui falto?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joão oliveira - Chãs de Tavares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-4632884725087263416?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/4632884725087263416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/4632884725087263416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2007/08/as-minhas-origens.html' title='as minhas origens'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-7322880920287462571</id><published>2011-09-22T22:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T22:47:48.994+01:00</updated><title type='text'>quanto maior for o obstáculo, maior será a vitória</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dura é a luta da vida,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;com obstáculos e barreiras,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;não a demos por vencida,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;temos é que ultrapassar fronteiras.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e quanto maior o obstáculo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;por que tenhamos que passar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;com mais um e outro tentáculo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;melhor a vitória vamos saborear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a persistência é a arma,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;porque se assim não for,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o obstáculo nos desarma,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ficamos pelo caminho e sem dor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a dor faz parte,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;do caminho vitorioso,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mesmo que a segurar o estandarte,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;neste trilho sinuoso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;com suor e lágrima,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e deitar sangue se preciso,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a meta se aproxima,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e nela um grande sorriso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;joão oliveira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-7322880920287462571?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/7322880920287462571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/7322880920287462571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2011/09/quanto-maior-for-o-obstaculo-maior-sera.html' title='quanto maior for o obstáculo, maior será a vitória'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-1648510803307094381</id><published>2011-09-20T12:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T12:30:22.285+01:00</updated><title type='text'>o pedreiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;se és homem de bem,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;também tu podes ser bom pedreiro,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;se por pouco, não te distraem,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;penso que és um obreiro.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;calos nas mãos,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;também eu os tenho,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;não te envergonhes dos teus irmãos,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;és&amp;nbsp;deles, um bonito desenho.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;só com as mãos não trabalhes, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;nem te deixes enganar,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;e a outros não atrapalhes,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;na pedra, do seu lapidar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;homens de bem, converjam,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;o mal, não nos varrerá,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;homens de bem, se excedam,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;a felicidade triunfará!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;na sua obra,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;o pedreiro acredita,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;mesmo que de sobra,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;ela será sempre bendita!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;joão oliveira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-1648510803307094381?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/1648510803307094381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/1648510803307094381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-pedreiro.html' title='o pedreiro'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-4805230210831692637</id><published>2011-09-11T22:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T12:29:03.897+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oh4vqSvDaVU/TmwWFzFoFGI/AAAAAAAABsA/Vl3bm8k3hI0/s1600/chas_2011.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oh4vqSvDaVU/TmwWFzFoFGI/AAAAAAAABsA/Vl3bm8k3hI0/s320/chas_2011.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-4805230210831692637?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>N. Sra do Bom Sucesso</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Fi5YQWuRs/Rf8xQI7bfkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/r2MIz0FX0LQ/s1600-h/sra+bom+sucesso.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Fi5YQWuRs/Rf8xQI7bfkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/r2MIz0FX0LQ/s1600-h/sra+bom+sucesso.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043804261022662210" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Fi5YQWuRs/Rf8xQI7bfkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/r2MIz0FX0LQ/s320/sra+bom+sucesso.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Senhora do Bom Sucesso, na serra com o mesmo nome em Chãs de&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Tavares.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Os festejos desta santa são sempre no terceiro fim de semana do mês de Setembro.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;santa da minha terra ,&lt;br /&gt;santa da minha devoção,&lt;br /&gt;rezo-te para que não haja guerra,&lt;br /&gt;para paz no meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando te vou ver,&lt;br /&gt;meu coração estremece,&lt;br /&gt;quero-te dizer,&lt;br /&gt;ouve a minha prece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no teu dia,&lt;br /&gt;nos engalanamos&lt;br /&gt;para nossa alegria,&lt;br /&gt;que te veneramos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em teu dia de festa,&lt;br /&gt;muita gente te visita,&lt;br /&gt;mas, que para além desta,&lt;br /&gt;o regresso se repita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sra do bom sucesso,&lt;br /&gt;sra da minha oração,&lt;br /&gt;eu a ti te peço,&lt;br /&gt;amor e compaixão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nesta serra tão linda,&lt;br /&gt;tão alta como bela,&lt;br /&gt;toda a gente é bem vinda,&lt;br /&gt;para partilhar tua tela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no alto do teu monte,&lt;br /&gt;desfrutamos a vista do &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;talegre&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;/b&gt; (nicho, marco geodésico)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;ao olhar o horizonte,&lt;br /&gt;toda a gente fica alegre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ficas em chãs de tavares,&lt;br /&gt;terra de gente boa,&lt;br /&gt;terra de bons ares,&lt;br /&gt;que para quem cá vem, o tempo voa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tua capela de romaria,&lt;br /&gt;pequena, mas linda,&lt;br /&gt;onde, eu até diria,&lt;br /&gt;toda a gente é bem vinda.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (quem vier por bem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chãs de tavares (sra do bom sucesso), joão oliveira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-2796599502427365320?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/2796599502427365320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/2796599502427365320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2007/03/versos-n-sra-do-bom-sucesso.html' title='N. Sra do Bom Sucesso'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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/_58Fi5YQWuRs/Rf8xQI7bfkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/r2MIz0FX0LQ/s72-c/sra+bom+sucesso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-6618417451864773081</id><published>2011-09-07T16:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T16:51:46.702+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mangualde</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-57Jit2rxnjo/ThN71J1Y15I/AAAAAAAABqw/kZkUpmoqGrA/s1600/brasao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-57Jit2rxnjo/ThN71J1Y15I/AAAAAAAABqw/kZkUpmoqGrA/s1600/brasao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Poema&amp;nbsp;a Mangualde, sede concelhia. Dia 8 de Setembro feriado municipal, dia da Sra do Castelo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aqui deixo mais um poema retirado do meu livro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mangualde, cidade hospitaleira,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;terra de encanto e beleza,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;como tu não há na beira,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;outra com certeza!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a Sra do Castelo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tua santa adorada,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lá no seu monte belo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;será sempre orada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e a igreja matriz!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bonita e de uma beleza rara,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;onde casei para ser feliz,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e dela também me encantara.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;és a sede concelhia,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de terras de tavares e azurara,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que vivem em harmonia,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;senão, alguém as juntara !?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;espero para ti um futuro promissor,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pois acredito na tua gente,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o mangualdense é trabalhador,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e Portugal, teu vibrar sente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;joão oliveira - Setembro&amp;nbsp;2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-6618417451864773081?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/6618417451864773081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/6618417451864773081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2007/08/mangualde.html' title='Mangualde'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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/-57Jit2rxnjo/ThN71J1Y15I/AAAAAAAABqw/kZkUpmoqGrA/s72-c/brasao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-267421525966675577</id><published>2011-09-02T23:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T23:56:18.990+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dia 5 de setembro faz&amp;nbsp;dois anos que foi apresentado o meu livro em Chãs de Tavares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58Fi5YQWuRs/S0PfY3z2e4I/AAAAAAAABlY/0QOSf89TqUY/s1600-h/capa+livro+poemas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423423994675493762" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58Fi5YQWuRs/S0PfY3z2e4I/AAAAAAAABlY/0QOSf89TqUY/s320/capa+livro+poemas.JPG" style="display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 221px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Fi5YQWuRs/Suiq_8lXQPI/AAAAAAAABkY/ifGkhf0DQ-s/s1600-h/book"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Fi5YQWuRs/Suiq_8lXQPI/AAAAAAAABkY/ifGkhf0DQ-s/s1600-h/book"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397752168974860530" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Fi5YQWuRs/Suiq_8lXQPI/AAAAAAAABkY/ifGkhf0DQ-s/s320/book" style="display: block; height: 243px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58Fi5YQWuRs/SqOpWhlLQqI/AAAAAAAABhM/guN76236oZw/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378328584447017634" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58Fi5YQWuRs/SqOpWhlLQqI/AAAAAAAABhM/guN76236oZw/s320/012.JPG" style="display: block; height: 243px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58Fi5YQWuRs/SqOou3R3xqI/AAAAAAAABhE/xMoSeP5zW8A/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378327903076861602" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58Fi5YQWuRs/SqOou3R3xqI/AAAAAAAABhE/xMoSeP5zW8A/s320/010.JPG" style="display: block; height: 243px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58Fi5YQWuRs/SqOodZObixI/AAAAAAAABg8/UkOwieIwrNM/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378327602951588626" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58Fi5YQWuRs/SqOodZObixI/AAAAAAAABg8/UkOwieIwrNM/s320/008.JPG" style="display: block; height: 243px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58Fi5YQWuRs/SqOncngYkKI/AAAAAAAABg0/OcEP-w6dNOA/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378326490093490338" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58Fi5YQWuRs/SqOncngYkKI/AAAAAAAABg0/OcEP-w6dNOA/s320/005.JPG" style="display: block; height: 243px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-beqF_JW3vWY/TfllftU8huI/AAAAAAAABqY/pXu9nvtzhaE/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-beqF_JW3vWY/TfllftU8huI/AAAAAAAABqY/pXu9nvtzhaE/s1600/006.JPG" t8="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No seguimento da apresentação do livro "joão oliveira poemas" venho informar que o mesmo se encontra à venda no Shopping Chãs Center e Café Bom Sucesso em Chãs de Tavares, bem como nas papelarias da cidade de Mangualde.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-267421525966675577?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/267421525966675577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/267421525966675577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2009/09/livro-de-poemas.html' title=''/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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/' 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href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2011/08/se-pensares-no-futuro-age-como-se-ele.html' title=''/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-460417500465677627</id><published>2011-08-26T22:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T22:36:04.281+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"ardua est via"</title><content type='html'>"o caminho é dificil"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas estamos cá para o percorrer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-460417500465677627?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/460417500465677627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/460417500465677627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2011/08/ardua-est-via.html' title='&quot;ardua est via&quot;'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-4133867307509146468</id><published>2011-08-26T22:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T22:35:19.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'>antiga, mui nobre, sempre leal e invicta cidade do Porto</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;à&amp;nbsp;linda e acolhedora cidade do porto. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porto, não percas o norte,&lt;br /&gt;tu és nobre e invicta,&lt;br /&gt;nunca deixes de ser forte,&lt;br /&gt;tu és cidade bendita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;és antiga e leal,&lt;br /&gt;com tua gente acolhedora!&lt;br /&gt;houvesse outra em Portugal,&lt;br /&gt;de tais honras merecedora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuas pontes são obras de arte,&lt;br /&gt;que fazem a ligação,&lt;br /&gt;com Gaia, que contigo reparte,&lt;br /&gt;um rio de eleição!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o palácio é de cristal,&lt;br /&gt;com linda vista sobre o douro,&lt;br /&gt;qualquer um destes&amp;nbsp;é o aval,&lt;br /&gt;para ser de ti, mais um tesouro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;os clérigos com sua torre imponente.&lt;br /&gt;outro ex-libris teu,&lt;br /&gt;maravilha toda a gente,&lt;br /&gt;e toda a gente a ela se rendeu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pessoas com garra,&lt;br /&gt;pessoas de trabalho,&lt;br /&gt;elas são uvas com pouca parra,&lt;br /&gt;elas são de ti um bom retalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"cai o carmo e a trindade",&lt;br /&gt;é hábito se dizer,&lt;br /&gt;mas para "assim ser", há-de,&lt;br /&gt;algo de muito improvável acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e as mulheres do bolhão!&lt;br /&gt;com seus originais pregões,&lt;br /&gt;elas falam com convicção,&lt;br /&gt;e alegram nossos corações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quem não gosta de ir!?&lt;br /&gt;á ribeira relaxar,&lt;br /&gt;beber um copo e divertir,&lt;br /&gt;ou dali, passear até ao mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o rio com sua foz,&lt;br /&gt;a foz com seu encanto,&lt;br /&gt;ela é ao pôr do sol para nós,&lt;br /&gt;um lindo recanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no futebol tens dois reis,&lt;br /&gt;um adormecido (Boavista), outro acordado (F C Porto),&lt;br /&gt;com os dois toda a vida sereis,&lt;br /&gt;pela europa e pelo mundo lembrado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sem esquecer o Salgueiros!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joão oliveira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-4133867307509146468?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/4133867307509146468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/4133867307509146468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2007/05/antiga-mui-nobre-sempre-leal-e-invicta.html' title='antiga, mui nobre, sempre leal e invicta cidade do Porto'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-3319645697249418441</id><published>2011-08-25T12:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T12:17:14.614+01:00</updated><title type='text'>eu e o luar</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" id="HB_Mail_Container" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt; &lt;td background="" height="250" id="HB_Focus_Element" unselectable="off" valign="top" width="100%"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;eu e o luar...,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;sozinhos,... tanta vez,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;a celebrar!?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;a minha pequenez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;noite de frio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;noite de bruma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;eu com muito brio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;já com alguma espuma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;mas é bom viver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;sentir, recordar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;por vezes "esconder"!,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;sem ninguém magoar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;e lá estou eu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;dialogando com o luar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;que tanto me prometeu...,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;...e eu me consolo num velho bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;é bom passar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;faz bem sentir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;e viver para recordar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;para melhor descobrir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...só eu e o luar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td height="1" style="font-size: 1pt;" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;joão oliveira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-3319645697249418441?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/3319645697249418441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/3319645697249418441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2007/11/eu-e-o-luar.html' title='eu e o luar'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-7450754859572373855</id><published>2011-08-16T23:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T23:15:58.319+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;"Poetae Minervam, deam sapientiae, celebrant."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-7450754859572373855?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/7450754859572373855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/7450754859572373855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2011/08/poetae-minervam-deam-sapientiae.html' title=''/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-9071728793818101554</id><published>2011-08-15T17:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T18:36:45.824+01:00</updated><title type='text'>o centro do país</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;chamem-me regionalista,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;eu fico disso orgulhoso,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;que desta sociedade capitalista,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;por vezes...fico desgostoso.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;há o norte,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;há o sul,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;e para nós com pouca sorte,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;sobra o céu azul.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;somos do interior,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;do país, o centro,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;da terra do lavrador,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;e da pátria queremos estar dentro.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;que bonita é a beira,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;por muitos esquecida,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;de gente verdadeira,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;de gente querida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;com rios e montanhas,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;de beleza sem igual,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;somos das entranhas,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;deste Portugal.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;joão oliveira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-9071728793818101554?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/9071728793818101554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/9071728793818101554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-centro-do-pais.html' title='o centro do país'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-4202486958509311126</id><published>2011-08-13T12:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T12:11:15.261+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Portugal e suas regiões</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu gosto de viajar,&lt;br /&gt;por este Portugal imenso!&lt;br /&gt;eu gosto de passear,&lt;br /&gt;por este Portugal intenso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;observar rios, serras e mar,&lt;br /&gt;fixar-me na linha do horizonte,&lt;br /&gt;e dou por mim a pensar,&lt;br /&gt;são eles a minha fonte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fonte de inspiração,&lt;br /&gt;com belas paisagens!&lt;br /&gt;e a minha imaginação,&lt;br /&gt;é fruto dessas viagens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o minho verdejante,&lt;br /&gt;e trás os montes do marão,&lt;br /&gt;sem esquecer um porto triunfante,&lt;br /&gt;o norte é uma bela região!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as beiras, com praias e interior,&lt;br /&gt;suas paisagens fenomenais!&lt;br /&gt;é um sitio acolhedor,&lt;br /&gt;quem lá passa, não esquece mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e a nossa capital,&lt;br /&gt;linda e majestosa,&lt;br /&gt;ela é fulcral,&lt;br /&gt;ela é simplesmente maravilhosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o alentejo com seus campos,&lt;br /&gt;uma planície infindável,&lt;br /&gt;rara beleza em seus recantos,&lt;br /&gt;ir lá, é sempre agradável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;algarve dos turistas,&lt;br /&gt;com o mediterrâneo ao fundo,&lt;br /&gt;és uma alegria para as vistas,&lt;br /&gt;és uma terra do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e as lindas ilhas dos açores,&lt;br /&gt;tua beleza selvagem!&lt;br /&gt;tuas bonitas flores,&lt;br /&gt;que enriquecedora viagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a madeira é um jardim,&lt;br /&gt;vamos lá dançar um bailinho,&lt;br /&gt;não vás lá sem mim,&lt;br /&gt;não me deixes aqui sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é este o meu país,&lt;br /&gt;é este o meu Portugal,&lt;br /&gt;para eu ser feliz,&lt;br /&gt;por favor, não o tratem mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joão oliveira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-4202486958509311126?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/4202486958509311126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/4202486958509311126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2007/07/eu-gosto-de-viajar-por-esse-portugal.html' title='Portugal e suas regiões'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-2154614919461364985</id><published>2011-08-02T15:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T14:41:38.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a palavra</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a palavra,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;seja a verdade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;da lavra,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;da tua&amp;nbsp;realidade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a palavra força tem,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dá-lhe alimento,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;para teu bem,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;para que resista ao vento!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dá-lhe&amp;nbsp;abrigo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e empenho constante,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nem que sejas dela&amp;nbsp;mendigo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e serás com ela brilhante.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;é a expressão,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;do pensamento,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;do coração,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...de uma forma de&amp;nbsp;talento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;palavra sentida,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;palavra de coragem,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;não fique perdida,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;faz dela a&amp;nbsp;tua imagem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joão oliveira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-2154614919461364985?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/2154614919461364985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/2154614919461364985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2011/05/palavra.html' title='a palavra'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-3427707507102743851</id><published>2011-07-30T08:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T08:36:03.044+01:00</updated><title type='text'>proverbio</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;um provérbio,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;é uma máxima popular,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;para levar a sério,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e que devemos acatar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de poucas palavras é feito,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas&amp;nbsp;muito quer dizer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e saber o provérbio dá jeito,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;para à vida responder.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;chamam-lhe adágio,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e é de cariz popular,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tem o seu contágio,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e anda&amp;nbsp;por aí a bailar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sobre o mesmo tema,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;existe provérbio contraditório,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;surgindo o dilema,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas é notório.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;também do povo é ditado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nele tem a sua origem,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;aqui ou em qualquer lado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o seu sentido frisem!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;joão oliveira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-3427707507102743851?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/3427707507102743851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/3427707507102743851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2011/07/proverbio.html' title='proverbio'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-6090100039352978167</id><published>2011-07-28T20:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T21:00:58.624+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não me chamem ou considerem frio, antes distante, sonhador a cada instante.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-6090100039352978167?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/6090100039352978167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/6090100039352978167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2010/02/nao-me-chamem-ou-considerem-frio-antes.html' title=''/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-4956595864744068161</id><published>2011-07-26T16:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T16:49:59.884+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O interior deserto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O interior do país nos alimenta,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com seus produtos naturais,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas qualquer dia isto rebenta,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não há quem nele trabalhe mais.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nas grandes cidades,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Até se pode viver bem,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas para as suas primeiras necessidades,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O alimento de onde vem?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o ar puro,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Da floresta verdejante?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu aqui vos asseguro, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O interior é bem mais aliciante!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estou em crer que um dia,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vai haver nova "migração".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para evitar maior agonia,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haverá alguma razão!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como eu gosto do interior,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquele que o país alimenta,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com o produto do agricultor,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E nos quais nossa saudade aumenta!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;chãs de tavares, 28 de agosto de 2008, joão oliveira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-4956595864744068161?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/4956595864744068161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/4956595864744068161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-interior-deserto.html' title='O interior deserto...'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-9031620833383929550</id><published>2011-07-21T20:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T20:05:58.995+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chãs de Tavares - terra onde fui criado e me fiz homem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58Fi5YQWuRs/Rf8xsY7bflI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QlxCrWW8lGU/s1600-h/chÃ£s+mosaico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043804746353966674" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58Fi5YQWuRs/Rf8xsY7bflI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QlxCrWW8lGU/s320/ch%C3%A3s+mosaico.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;vila chãs de tavares,&lt;br /&gt;terra bonita e querida!&lt;br /&gt;quando um dia te lembrares,&lt;br /&gt;nunca te senti esquecida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terra antiga,&lt;br /&gt;terra com tradição,&lt;br /&gt;que outra consiga,&lt;br /&gt;ter-me assim no coração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiveste forais,&lt;br /&gt;um antes da formação do país!&lt;br /&gt;há outras mais,&lt;br /&gt;mas só tu me fazes feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tua gente da lavoura,&lt;br /&gt;de campos trabalhados,&lt;br /&gt;és também acolhedora!&lt;br /&gt;para os mais refinados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ir ao teu monte,&lt;br /&gt;é uma linda viagem,&lt;br /&gt;onde se vê no horizonte,&lt;br /&gt;uma linda paisagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fui aqui criado!&lt;br /&gt;aqui me sinto bem,&lt;br /&gt;não estou desapontado,&lt;br /&gt;concerteza que outros também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tua igreja imponente,&lt;br /&gt;o teu castro monumental,&lt;br /&gt;o cruzeiro sempre presente,&lt;br /&gt;sem esquecer o pelourinho judicial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nasce em ti o Ludares,&lt;br /&gt;que é afluente do Dão,&lt;br /&gt;é um rio de terras de tavares,&lt;br /&gt;e ajuda à florestação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aprendi a ler,&lt;br /&gt;foi na nossa escola,&lt;br /&gt;que quando a vou ver,&lt;br /&gt;meu ego se consola!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tua capela,&lt;br /&gt;de beleza rara,&lt;br /&gt;parece uma tela,&lt;br /&gt;para quem bem repara!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o teu futuro,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de nós depende,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;por mim, não será escuro,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e em ti e contigo muito se aprende!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joão oliveira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-9031620833383929550?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/9031620833383929550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/9031620833383929550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2007/03/chs-de-tavares-terra-onde-fui-criado-e_05.html' title='Chãs de Tavares - terra onde fui criado e me fiz homem'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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/_58Fi5YQWuRs/Rf8xsY7bflI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QlxCrWW8lGU/s72-c/ch%C3%A3s+mosaico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-2907970937513132497</id><published>2011-07-19T11:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T11:10:19.655+01:00</updated><title type='text'>poeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;não sei se o sou,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;apenas umas letras escrevo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;apenas conto como sou,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;só&amp;nbsp;não sei se bem me descrevo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tento&amp;nbsp;um toque de magia,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;usando a imaginação,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;é que sem esta minha alegria,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu seria uma perdição.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;letras,&amp;nbsp;algumas invento,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;com sabor a nostalgia,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e ainda de&amp;nbsp;tormento,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;é assim&amp;nbsp;a minha poesia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;faço da minha fraqueza,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;força e empenho constante,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e disfarço minha tristeza...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;são&amp;nbsp;estas letras o meu garante.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sei aquilo que sou,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;não preciso que me digam,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas poeta, não sei se um dia vou,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;escrever algo... e aí&amp;nbsp;não me limitam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joão oliveira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-2907970937513132497?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/2907970937513132497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/2907970937513132497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2008/02/poeta.html' title='poeta'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-5182532362839769594</id><published>2011-07-15T23:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T23:46:21.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'>festas de verão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;chegado o querido verão,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as aldeias sempre fazem,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a sua festa de eleição!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que ao longo dos anos as enaltecem!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fazem as suas festas populares,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;em honra dos seus santos padroeiros,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;vêm os filhos da terra, de todos os lugares,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e suas gentes vestem os fatos domingueiros.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;como é lindo de ver,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o seu santo na procissão,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;é tão bom manter,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;esta magnifica tradição.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;têm actividades desportivas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bastante participadas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e também outras recreativas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que serão futuramente lembradas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;são dias culturais,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de confraternização e amizade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tudo isto são sinais,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;não de recuo no tempo, mas de longevidade!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joão oliveira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-5182532362839769594?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/5182532362839769594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/5182532362839769594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2007/08/festas-de-vero.html' title='festas de verão'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-1884649413476391295</id><published>2011-07-09T23:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T00:01:07.231+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ser poeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ser poeta é estar perto e ser distante,&lt;br /&gt;é ter madrugada para pensar,&lt;br /&gt;é não querer ser errante,&lt;br /&gt;e ter força para continua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;r.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é conseguir transpor,&lt;br /&gt;o seu pensamento,&lt;br /&gt;a sua sabedoria e o seu amor,&lt;br /&gt;com todo o seu encantamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é escrever o que lhe vai na alma,&lt;br /&gt;sem nunca ter desalento,&lt;br /&gt;nunca perder a sua calma,&lt;br /&gt;para prosseguir seu intento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é ter vivido fortes emoções,&lt;br /&gt;é ultrapassar contrariedades,&lt;br /&gt;e escrevê-las agora como recordações,&lt;br /&gt;sem esquecer essas dificuldades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e quando pensar que algo escreveu,&lt;br /&gt;só pode continuar,&lt;br /&gt;o que já fez apenas lhe deu,&lt;br /&gt;valentia para não desanimar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joão oliveira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-1884649413476391295?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/1884649413476391295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/1884649413476391295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2007/08/ser-poeta.html' title='ser poeta'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-5638362447474727067</id><published>2011-07-06T14:33:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T14:36:44.010+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a sabedoria popular</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aqui coloco mais um poema retirado do meu livro.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a minha sabedoria,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é coisa pouca,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e o que eu daria !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para que ela não fosse louca.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;à sabedoria popular,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gosto de ir beber,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para assim rasurar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para assim escrever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mestres, são os antigos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;na arte do saber,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;da sabedoria são amigos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e com eles vou aprender.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;da&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;terra e da natureza,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;são os conhecedores,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e da história portuguesa,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;são os professores.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não sei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como será,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se da popular, houver extinção,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a sabedoria perderá,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o pilar da sua formação.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joão oliveira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-5638362447474727067?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/5638362447474727067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/5638362447474727067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2008/03/sabedoria-popular.html' title='a sabedoria popular'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-411041926064050085</id><published>2011-06-30T22:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T22:10:01.375+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Viseu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0jMY6An9xUk/TgycRFUN6xI/AAAAAAAABqs/_eeUt5Kazqs/s1600/viseu+brasao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0jMY6An9xUk/TgycRFUN6xI/AAAAAAAABqs/_eeUt5Kazqs/s320/viseu+brasao.jpg" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viseu é das mais belas cidades deste imenso Portugal, tenho o privilégio de ser do distrito. Cidade que se vem desenvolvendo já há alguns anos. Terra de Viriato, Grão Vasco, D. Duarte, Tomás Ribeiro,&amp;nbsp; Infante D. Henrique entre outros. Gosto de ti, Viseu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cidade querida,&lt;br /&gt;cidade do interior,&lt;br /&gt;muito estás desenvolvida,&lt;br /&gt;tu és um primor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cidade da beira,&lt;br /&gt;terra de Viriato,&lt;br /&gt;tu és do país uma bandeira!&lt;br /&gt;tu és um lindo retrato!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em ti também estudei,&lt;br /&gt;em ti muito aprendi,&lt;br /&gt;um dia a ti voltarei,&lt;br /&gt;para ver o que de ti perdi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. Duarte aí nasceu,&lt;br /&gt;foi de Portugal rei,&lt;br /&gt;tu és importante ó Viseu!&lt;br /&gt;sobre ti escreverei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. Henrique, o infante,&lt;br /&gt;foi duque de Viseu,&lt;br /&gt;ele foi importante,&lt;br /&gt;neste país, que nunca o esqueceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tua Sé imponente!&lt;br /&gt;assim como o museu (de Grão Vasco),&lt;br /&gt;com visitas de muita gente,&lt;br /&gt;dois ex-libris de Viseu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomás Ribeiro, outro teu filho amado,&lt;br /&gt;foi poeta e escritor,&lt;br /&gt;foi até multifacetado,&lt;br /&gt;outro teu grande senhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as vias de comunicação,&lt;br /&gt;por ti têm que passar,&lt;br /&gt;tu és de Portugal o coração,&lt;br /&gt;tu és para nós um doce lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o "fontelo" é teu pulmão!&lt;br /&gt;com todo o seu arvoredo,&lt;br /&gt;que maravilha de respiração,&lt;br /&gt;onde se pode inspirar, sem medo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da beira és senhora!&lt;br /&gt;do centro és princesa!&lt;br /&gt;também és doutora!&lt;br /&gt;como tu, não há outra com certeza!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joão oliveira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-411041926064050085?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/411041926064050085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/411041926064050085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2007/10/viseu.html' title='Viseu'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0jMY6An9xUk/TgycRFUN6xI/AAAAAAAABqs/_eeUt5Kazqs/s72-c/viseu+brasao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-1907586371036908068</id><published>2011-06-30T21:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T21:18:37.617+01:00</updated><title type='text'>o i/emigrante</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o emigrante parte,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;com vontade de um dia regressar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e com seu engenho e arte,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;vai para sua vida melhorar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;para trás deixa a sua terra...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;leva-a no coração,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;começa a sua "guerra",&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;com grande comoção.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;chegado ao destino,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tudo para ele é novo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no inicio é um desatino,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ele está longe do seu povo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pela vida vai lutando,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;para viver com alegria,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sabe que só suando,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pode regressar um dia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nas férias aí está,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;para matar aquela saudade!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o emigrante sabe que cá,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tem amigos de verdade!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joão oliveira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-1907586371036908068?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/1907586371036908068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/1907586371036908068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2007/08/o-emigrante.html' title='o i/emigrante'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-3565324830371066038</id><published>2011-06-27T17:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T17:28:24.482+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meter o mundo no meu pequeno coração.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;como gosto de vibrar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;com a tua satisfação,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e ter algo para dar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nem que um sorriso seja, pela tua canção.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fico feliz por ti,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;quando te vejo bem,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e não pelo outro que ri,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;do mal de alguém.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pois, tenho um coração,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e por pequeno que seja,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;gosto de deitar a mão, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e não tenho inveja.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o mundo, esse gosto de o cá ter,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e eu dele tomar parte,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no bem fazer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e que seja nosso baluarte.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e o meu coração é pequeno,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e o mundo é imenso,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas façamos dele um lugar sereno,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;em vez de suspenso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joão oliveira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-3565324830371066038?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/3565324830371066038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/3565324830371066038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2011/06/meter-o-mundo-no-meu-pequeno-coracao.html' title='Meter o mundo no meu pequeno coração.'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-5420346230602238707</id><published>2011-06-26T00:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T00:35:02.329+01:00</updated><title type='text'>apenas uma canção</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;uma canção hei-de cantar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;com uma bandeira na mão,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;para assim mostrar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;toda a minha satisfação.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;será uma canção,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que mesmo de improviso,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;me trará a recordação,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de, "para aqui chegar", o que foi preciso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dirá o que tenho no meu peito,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que trás rosas e espinhos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dirá que este "meu feito",&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;foi resultado dos meus caminhos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...um dia a cantarei,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;com lágrimas e sorrisos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e aí sentirei,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que nem tudo foram prejuízos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;com os olhos no céu,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e de mãos no ar, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cantarei o que é meu,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...apenas com uma canção... a rimar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;joão oliveira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-5420346230602238707?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/5420346230602238707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/5420346230602238707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2008/03/apenas-uma-cano.html' title='apenas uma canção'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-8888706218397578587</id><published>2011-06-25T15:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T18:16:19.021+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Temos que ser como a água que rega os campos; se o rego lhe é talhado, ela contorna ou lhe passa por cima.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-8888706218397578587?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/8888706218397578587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/8888706218397578587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2011/06/temos-que-ser-como-agua-que-rega-os.html' title='Temos que ser como a água que rega os campos; se o rego lhe é talhado, ela contorna ou lhe passa por cima.'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-3910172526145596316</id><published>2011-06-23T16:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T17:13:30.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Maravilharmo-nos com o belo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quanto tempo da vida desperdiçamos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muitas vezes em assuntos fúteis,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E muito valor damos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A questões inúteis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esquecemos na vida, o belo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do que não é só superficial,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passa-nos ao lado o singelo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E como nos maravilhamos com o artificial.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paremos um pouco...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A observar e a sentir,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neste mundo que é louco,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que não se cansa de nos agredir!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quantos frutos há por colher!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em árvores que nos parecem despidas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a eles não conseguimos aceder,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já que elas se nos afiguram caídas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não pode ser só trabalhar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem escrevo&amp;nbsp;em se&amp;nbsp;gastar dinheiro,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas é preciso um novo respirar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Ver o que é belo... além... para lá do nevoeiro...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;joão oliveira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-3910172526145596316?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/3910172526145596316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/3910172526145596316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2011/06/maravilharmo-nos-com-o-belo.html' title='Maravilharmo-nos com o belo.'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-7628113862188118424</id><published>2011-06-14T23:40:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T15:33:26.464+01:00</updated><title type='text'>provincianismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;vou tentar um atrevimento,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sobre provincianismo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a escorrer do pensamento,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;longe do cinismo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;se da sociedade é uma camada,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e da mentalidade uma etapa,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a província é&amp;nbsp;a minha amada,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a mim não me escapa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;da província, é o provincianismo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dela sou originário,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;onde não chega o capitalismo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e eu não sou extraordinário.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nem quero sequer, discutir Pessoa,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;não lhe chego aos calcanhares,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ele era viajado e de Lisboa,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu,... sou de Chãs de Tavares.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -com muito gosto e orgulho-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o provincianismo é aqui à beira,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;está aqui e bem no meio,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ali na roseira,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;além no centeio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joão oliveira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-7628113862188118424?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/7628113862188118424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/7628113862188118424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2011/06/provincianismo.html' title='provincianismo'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-5030203720522293702</id><published>2011-06-12T23:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T23:52:29.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'>verdes campos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;verdes os campos a pintar a paisagem!&lt;br /&gt;maravilhosos os campos no meu olhar!&lt;br /&gt;neles faço uma longa viagem,&lt;br /&gt;neles faço meu coração palpitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ver os campos a florir!&lt;br /&gt;sentir neles, quem neles trabalhou,&lt;br /&gt;trabalhos que se não voltam a repetir,&lt;br /&gt;trabalhos de quem os campos cultivou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinto por eles enorme carinho,&lt;br /&gt;e lembro com mágoa e saudade,&lt;br /&gt;o percorrer desse caminho,&lt;br /&gt;na minha tenra idade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com os meus avós, ia triunfante!&lt;br /&gt;para as suas quintas trabalhadas,&lt;br /&gt;eu era um infante!&lt;br /&gt;tudo parecia um conto de fadas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verdes campos, verde a esperança!&lt;br /&gt;que ficou perdida,&lt;br /&gt;quem sabe, até a temperança!&lt;br /&gt;nos campos, agora rendida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinto dentro de mim, um vazio,&lt;br /&gt;e ao mesmo tempo, incomodado!&lt;br /&gt;ver em muitos campos um baldio!&lt;br /&gt;noutros, tudo queimado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas ainda gosto de os ver!&lt;br /&gt;pois resta muita beleza!&lt;br /&gt;e como é bom viver,&lt;br /&gt;e respirar..., o ar da natureza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;olhar o céu azul deslumbrante!&lt;br /&gt;o verde dos pinheiros altos!&lt;br /&gt;o riacho saltitante!&lt;br /&gt;que vai sem sobressaltos!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joão oliveira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-5030203720522293702?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/5030203720522293702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/5030203720522293702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2007/06/verdes-os-campos-pintar-paisagem.html' title='verdes campos'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-3451765034560179172</id><published>2011-06-10T00:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T03:29:19.934+01:00</updated><title type='text'>10 de Junho. Dia de Portugal, de Camões e das Comunidades Portuguesas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Fi5YQWuRs/Rf8Si39kG_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/z537UAJJDSI/s1600-h/hino+e+bandeira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043770498025266162" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Fi5YQWuRs/Rf8Si39kG_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/z537UAJJDSI/s320/hino+e+bandeira.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nação encostada ao mar!&lt;br /&gt;e por ele fomos,&lt;br /&gt;aventureiros para cristianizar,&lt;br /&gt;e hoje, o que somos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pais de esperança!&lt;br /&gt;que o futuro quer abraçar,&lt;br /&gt;o terei sempre na lembrança,&lt;br /&gt;caminhe por onde caminhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;povo de poetas e fadistas!&lt;br /&gt;terra de recordações,&lt;br /&gt;nos esperam novas conquistas,&lt;br /&gt;e seremos campeões!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;povo de aventureiros!&lt;br /&gt;com a palavra de Cristo a espalhar,&lt;br /&gt;fomos os primeiros,&lt;br /&gt;a um mundo novo conquistar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;descobrimos novas nações!&lt;br /&gt;chegamos a todo o lado,&lt;br /&gt;para muitos eram ilusões,&lt;br /&gt;para outros começava o fado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o fado da vida!&lt;br /&gt;para sermos conhecidos,&lt;br /&gt;e se a recordação não fosse permitida,&lt;br /&gt;seríamos esquecidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da Índia, as especiarias!&lt;br /&gt;que comercializámos,&lt;br /&gt;tu não trocarias,&lt;br /&gt;pelo que conquistámos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;país pequeno és Timor!&lt;br /&gt;teu povo lutou e morreu,&lt;br /&gt;precisavas de amor,&lt;br /&gt;Portugal tardou, mas acedeu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angola dos diamantes!&lt;br /&gt;país onde nasci,&lt;br /&gt;teus filhos deslumbrantes,&lt;br /&gt;são precisos aí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guiné país amigo!&lt;br /&gt;em ti lutamos,&lt;br /&gt;ainda não consigo,&lt;br /&gt;saber o que disputamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moçambique irmão!&lt;br /&gt;terra de lutadores,&lt;br /&gt;trago-vos no coração,&lt;br /&gt;sereis conquistadores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabo Verde das praias!&lt;br /&gt;de solo arenoso,&lt;br /&gt;vê se não desmaias,&lt;br /&gt;no teu horizonte mimoso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São Tomé, terra linda!&lt;br /&gt;Príncipe no mar,&lt;br /&gt;eu espero ainda,&lt;br /&gt;te ir visitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brasil de emoções!&lt;br /&gt;país imenso,&lt;br /&gt;tuas recordações,&lt;br /&gt;me fazem viver intenso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macau foste nosso,&lt;br /&gt;não percas a identidade,&lt;br /&gt;senão como posso,&lt;br /&gt;acreditar na tua realidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retrato de um país ,&lt;br /&gt;rico em memória!&lt;br /&gt;eu, acredito que será feliz!&lt;br /&gt;será nossa a vitória...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chãs&lt;/span&gt; de Tavares, Portugal, 10-06-2007, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;joão&lt;/span&gt; oliveira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-3451765034560179172?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/3451765034560179172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/3451765034560179172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2007/03/portugal.html' title='10 de Junho. Dia de Portugal, de Camões e das Comunidades Portuguesas!'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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/_58Fi5YQWuRs/Rf8Si39kG_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/z537UAJJDSI/s72-c/hino+e+bandeira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-668808728635167296</id><published>2011-05-03T18:30:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T21:59:49.949+01:00</updated><title type='text'>evolução da sociedade</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;da sociedade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;diz-se que tem evoluído,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;com menos liberdade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;em que tudo é diluído.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;com perda de valores,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;assente no desenrasca,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de exploradores,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e admiram-se com a geração à rasca.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;notável evolução!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fica-se a assistir,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;com alguma suspeição,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de outros, no progredir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;não é inveja,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;apenas constatação,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;alguns, tudo de bandeja,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;outros, nem pão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e assim evoluímos?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nesta sociedade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ou regredimos?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;onde&amp;nbsp;há menos verdade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joão oliveira, 3 de maio de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-668808728635167296?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/668808728635167296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/668808728635167296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2011/05/evolucao-da-sociedade.html' title='evolução da sociedade'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-6933208217277122119</id><published>2011-05-02T02:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T16:48:08.485+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque te lamentas e o teu futuro não inventas!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-6933208217277122119?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/6933208217277122119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/6933208217277122119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2011/05/porque-te-lamentas-e-o-teu-futuro-nao.html' title='Porque te lamentas e o teu futuro não inventas!?'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-204730408933263200</id><published>2010-07-27T00:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T03:06:30.415+01:00</updated><title type='text'>serei eu!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;ser, não sei,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se sou,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se pensei,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;onde vou.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não sei ser,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o que quero?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;viver!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o que espero?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;será que sim,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas o quê,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;será assim!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque o outro vê!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sou eu,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o que vês?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;serei meu?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tu crês?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e o que penso,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e escrevo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tudo aqui dispenso?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aos outros não o devo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; joão oliveira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-204730408933263200?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/204730408933263200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/204730408933263200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2009/11/serei-eu.html' title='serei eu!?'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-8294924821075004873</id><published>2010-06-18T23:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T23:38:26.652+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Escrevo devido à surdez de outros.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-8294924821075004873?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/8294924821075004873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/8294924821075004873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2010/06/escrevo-devido-surdez-de-outros.html' title='Escrevo devido à surdez de outros.'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-7167183955591219160</id><published>2010-04-24T14:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T16:29:20.852+01:00</updated><title type='text'>25 de Abril</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Com o dia 25 de Abril de 1974 chegou ao fim uma longa ditadura, chegou enfim a nossa liberdade. Liberdade de pensamento e de expressão. Mas será que era esta a liberdade que tanto ansiávamos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;poema à liberdade:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;assinalamos o dia da liberdade!&lt;br /&gt;o fim de longa ditadura...&lt;br /&gt;passamos a viver em "tranquilidade"&lt;br /&gt;acabou-se uma vida "escura".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lutamos para tal feito!&lt;br /&gt;com flores em vez de balas!&lt;br /&gt;foi um dia perfeito!&lt;br /&gt;hoje pensas e dizes, não te calas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lindo dia de primavera!&lt;br /&gt;lindo dia de amor!&lt;br /&gt;outros houvera,&lt;br /&gt;que fariam com uma flor!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conseguimos livre pensamento!&lt;br /&gt;e liberdade no falar!&lt;br /&gt;acabou-se este grande tormento,&lt;br /&gt;que começou com Salazar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fizeram-se canções!&lt;br /&gt;escreveram-se poemas!&lt;br /&gt;para este dia de emoções!&lt;br /&gt;...dias de estratagemas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se não fosse este dia,&lt;br /&gt;hoje não caminhava,&lt;br /&gt;com tamanha ousadia,&lt;br /&gt;e então me acanhava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dia de liberdade e alegria!&lt;br /&gt;esperanças e promessas!&lt;br /&gt;todos os anos celebramos este dia,&lt;br /&gt;e esperamos cumpridas essas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;chãs de tavares, 24 de abril de 2007, joão oliveira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-7167183955591219160?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/7167183955591219160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/7167183955591219160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2007/04/25-de-abril.html' title='25 de Abril'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-2564972356879812813</id><published>2009-10-03T19:30:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T11:10:02.788+01:00</updated><title type='text'>levo a minha terra comigo - Chãs de Tavares</title><content type='html'>Nunca saí da minha terra nem ela de mim; Quando nela estou, dela não me lembro e&amp;nbsp;quando me ausento, dela não me esqueço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;trago comigo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a terra que me criou,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;com ela prossigo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;por ela aqui estou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;é uma terra da beira,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que de mim não sai,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;é a minha bandeira,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que da minha mão não cai.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hospitaleira e de simples gente,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;simpática e trabalhadora,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;longe não há quem aguente,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;estar de ti, minha senhora.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;como tu, queriam mais,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ser e estar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;há muitos outros locais,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de ti, não vão aproximar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;podias ser maior,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;há quem isso não queira,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;por medo, inveja ou falta de suor,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;és bonita de qualquer maneira.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chãs de tavares, 2 de janeiro de 2008, joão oliveira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-2564972356879812813?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/2564972356879812813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/2564972356879812813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2009/10/levo-minha-terra-comigo.html' title='levo a minha terra comigo - Chãs de Tavares'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-6927342819489982252</id><published>2009-09-15T13:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T13:43:00.209+01:00</updated><title type='text'>aparência</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;a aparência,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;só por si,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;não é sinal de transparência,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e vou acreditar apenas pelo que vi?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ela pode enganar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;umas vezes pela negativa,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;outras, mas poucas, encantar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pela positiva.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e há quem, que com ela,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nos pretenda enganar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e onde nos revela,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;como de nós se quer acercar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a aparência pode iludir,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pois dispensa conteúdo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e utiliza-se para conseguir,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;muita coisa e tudo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;não te deixes levar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pela aparência,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;não sabes onde quer chegar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o que não tem consistência.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chãs de tavares, 22 de fevereiro de 2009, joão oliveira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-6927342819489982252?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/6927342819489982252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/6927342819489982252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2009/05/aparencia.html' title='aparência'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-7400891345051200376</id><published>2009-08-30T21:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T02:44:59.021+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Apresentação de livro</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58Fi5YQWuRs/SpbpLWg2wPI/AAAAAAAABf0/rcngme7v-wY/s1600-h/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 112px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374739586544484594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58Fi5YQWuRs/SpbpLWg2wPI/AAAAAAAABf0/rcngme7v-wY/s320/thumbnail.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;João Oliveira, vem por este meio anunciar a apresentação do seu livro de poemas. A apresentação será no restaurante Bom Sucesso em Chãs de Tavares, Mangualde no dia 5 de Setembro - Sábado - cerca das 15h30m.&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/8131772037282661054-7400891345051200376?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/7400891345051200376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/7400891345051200376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2009/08/apresentacao-de-livro.html' title='Apresentação de livro'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58Fi5YQWuRs/SpbpLWg2wPI/AAAAAAAABf0/rcngme7v-wY/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-6177663205242095145</id><published>2009-08-01T18:15:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T18:15:00.808+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sem titulo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sem titulo...acreditem que custaram a escrever estas letras, mais que nunca..., sorri, chorei, limpei as lágrimas que me iam caíndo do rosto. Um homem também chora, é sinal que tem coração e sentimentos. O titulo, escolham... Um abraço do tamanho da terra e beijinhos do tamanho da lua...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;quantas vezes sigo por caminhos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;por mim inventados,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sem saber onde me levam estes trilhos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;talvez por outros abandonados.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas vou!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sem saber até onde...,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sei que comigo estou,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sem saber o que este rumo esconde.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;posso voltar aqui...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;posso apenas ir e voltar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas, nem que seja só até ali,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;feliz fico de um pulo dar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;invento caminhos...,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a isso sou obrigado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;já perdi a conta dos espinhos...,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;com que fui e sou abraçado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sabendo que vou seguindo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;outros espinhos estarão,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;quem sabe perseguindo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;este que, espera fazer sorrir seu coração...!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chãs de tavares, 28 de outubro de 2007, joão oliveira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-6177663205242095145?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/6177663205242095145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/6177663205242095145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2007/10/sem-titulo.html' title='sem titulo...'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-8159806079838518297</id><published>2009-04-05T19:01:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T16:38:28.477+01:00</updated><title type='text'>levantar âncoras e zarpar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;o cordão umbilical,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;há muito, de nós foi cortado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no nosso natal,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e de nós está separado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;desde a nascença,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;somos só nós, um único ser,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e não é necessária nenhuma licença,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;para respirar, para viver.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as âncoras há que levantar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ir pelo mundo fora...,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fazer a trouxa e zarpar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;amanhã é tarde, façamos agora.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cada um, por si vai,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;os outros são e serão companheiros de jornada,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;larga os teus e vai,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e faz pela vida a tua caminhada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;levanta as âncoras e zarpa!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;solta essas amarras,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;porque na mais íngreme escarpa,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;só podes contar com as tuas garras.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chãs de tavares, 5 de abril de 2009, joão oliveira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-8159806079838518297?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/8159806079838518297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/8159806079838518297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2009/04/levantar-ancoras-e-zarpar.html' title='levantar âncoras e zarpar!'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-556932616147637793</id><published>2009-03-21T16:07:00.012Z</published><updated>2009-03-23T00:31:00.339Z</updated><title type='text'>dia 21 de março, dia da poesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Fi5YQWuRs/ScUWQEnVbaI/AAAAAAAABEs/s0bZdH0OiQA/s1600-h/Picture%2B1082a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Fi5YQWuRs/ScUWQEnVbaI/AAAAAAAABEs/s0bZdH0OiQA/s1600-h/Picture%2B1082a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315679400553180578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Fi5YQWuRs/ScUWQEnVbaI/AAAAAAAABEs/s0bZdH0OiQA/s320/Picture%2B1082a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A melhor forma de entrar na Primavera, é ser hoje o dia da árvore e da poesia, este instituído pela UNESCO. Por isso resolvi escrever um poema alusivo à poesia. Espero que gostem e que muitas flores e poemas façam florir os vossos dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beijinhos e abraços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À poesia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanta vez te procuro,&lt;br /&gt;por vezes sem te encontrar,&lt;br /&gt;eu..., quero sair do escuro,&lt;br /&gt;e em ti vejo uma luz a brilhar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu também és arte!&lt;br /&gt;e tens grandes declamadores,&lt;br /&gt;além de quem consegue pintar-te!&lt;br /&gt;a pensar nos teus leitores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contigo, escrevo a minha história,&lt;br /&gt;e em ti me consigo isolar,&lt;br /&gt;para tentar a glória,&lt;br /&gt;para a realização do meu sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não importa que me chamem louco,&lt;br /&gt;nem interessa o que de mim possam dizer,&lt;br /&gt;mas sabe sempre a muito pouco,&lt;br /&gt;quando te estou a escrever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em ti me incentivo,&lt;br /&gt;em teus versos me conheço,&lt;br /&gt;eu que andava muito pensativo,&lt;br /&gt;foste para mim um recomeço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;chãs de tavares, 21 de março de 2009, joão oliveira &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-556932616147637793?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/556932616147637793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/556932616147637793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2009/03/dia-21-de-marco-dia-da-poesia.html' title='dia 21 de março, dia da poesia'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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/_58Fi5YQWuRs/ScUWQEnVbaI/AAAAAAAABEs/s0bZdH0OiQA/s72-c/Picture%2B1082a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-1498463850528413996</id><published>2007-09-24T00:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T23:53:04.748+01:00</updated><title type='text'>mente e corpo</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;A nossa mente e o nosso corpo têm que estar bem, e se estiverem em harmonia é uma simbiose perfeita que nos permite viver melhor. Eu tento dentro do possivel que exista em mim esta associação entre corpo e mente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;não consigo estar parado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tenho que ter algo para fazer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e quando estou nesse estado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;à noite custa-me adormecer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a mente e o corpo precisam,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de estar constantemente ocupados,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;caso contrário definham,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e eu quero deles bons resultados.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a mente fica deturpada,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;quando está vazia,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;por isso mantenho-a ocupada,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e é uma grande alegria.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o corpo em movimento,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;reduz o sedentarismo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e mesmo com entretenimento,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;evita-se o abismo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sinto-me muito melhor,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;com mente e corpo activos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no descanso, no trabalho, ou em qualquer pormenor,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;são por mim enriquecidos!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chãs de tavares, 23 de setembro de 2007, joão oliveira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-1498463850528413996?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/1498463850528413996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/1498463850528413996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-consigo-estar-parado-tenho-que-ter.html' title='mente e corpo'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-5105054674524469009</id><published>2007-09-18T00:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T23:55:52.727+01:00</updated><title type='text'>o convivio</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;hoje diverti-me imenso!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (domingo, 9 de setembro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;numa actividade, para mim invulgar,&lt;br /&gt;e agora penso,&lt;br /&gt;que poderia ser mais titular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a jogar às cartas,&lt;br /&gt;com amigos, num torneio,&lt;br /&gt;elas com certeza de mim fartas,&lt;br /&gt;e eu feliz por estar naquele meio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (amigos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;admito que as não sei jogar,&lt;br /&gt;mas valeu pelo convívio!&lt;br /&gt;e para a vida animar,&lt;br /&gt;e foi para mim um alivio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alivio que precisava,&lt;br /&gt;para me relaxar,&lt;br /&gt;por isto não deixava,&lt;br /&gt;de as cartas jogar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiquei mal classificado,&lt;br /&gt;não me interessava a competição,&lt;br /&gt;mas senti-me bastante animado,&lt;br /&gt;com a confraternização!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amigos que já não via ao tempo,&lt;br /&gt;com eles troquei impressões,&lt;br /&gt;até de quando era um pouco avarento,&lt;br /&gt;e tínhamos muitas ilusões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o convívio findou,&lt;br /&gt;com um grande repasto,&lt;br /&gt;e ali se dignificou,&lt;br /&gt;a amizade e o convívio vasto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chãs de tavares, 17 de setembro de 2007, joão oliveira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-5105054674524469009?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/5105054674524469009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/5105054674524469009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-convivio.html' title='o convivio'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131772037282661054.post-9087412922504589006</id><published>2007-09-08T02:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T03:21:46.014+01:00</updated><title type='text'>poeta, não sei se sou</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;apenas gosto de escrever umas coisas: umas do que me vai na alma, outras no coração e também no meu pensamento.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;não sei se sou poeta,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;gosto de divagar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e se a minha escrita afecta,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;é aos que estão fora de lugar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o pensamento transmito,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sem desvios,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e nem permito,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que meus pensamentos sejam esguios!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;gosto de pensar largo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;como a ovelha que pasta,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sem ter bardo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e o rebanho arrasta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;escrever também dói,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;não se escreve do nada,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;escrevo a vida que por vezes me corrói,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pois eu não tive uma fada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas gosto disto!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;não sei até quando,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o fim não está previsto,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e até lá, vou rasurando.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chãs de tavares, 8 de setembro de 2007, joão oliveira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131772037282661054-9087412922504589006?l=joooliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/9087412922504589006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131772037282661054/posts/default/9087412922504589006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joooliveira.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-sou-poeta.html' title='poeta, não sei se sou'/><author><name>joão oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03771585830056363363</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></entry></feed>
