<?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-8352945852244148791</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:27:29.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiama</title><subtitle type='html'>"Procure na vida amar e encontrará o verdadeiro amor, porque só Ele é amor." (In Voz Última)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwkiama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352945852244148791/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkiama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kiama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03083480596748547927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qINAvWRqKlg/TM2PZVRdEcI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6BvXNJwplkc/S220/Kiama+foto+1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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parabenizando;&lt;br /&gt;Por este dia maravilhoso,&lt;br /&gt;Que fez o hirto sol reluzir mais cedo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruiva, acredite, o sol brilhou mais cedo!&lt;br /&gt;Tal como ele almejo eu flamejar e brilhar,&lt;br /&gt;Dizendo a você neste instante:&lt;br /&gt;Feliz "DIES NATALIS*",&lt;br /&gt;Feliz ANIVERSÁRIO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352945852244148791-9053544681203172906?l=wwwkiama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwkiama.blogspot.com/feeds/9053544681203172906/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkiama.blogspot.com/2010/10/feliz-dies-natalis.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352945852244148791/posts/default/9053544681203172906'/><link rel='self' 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Céu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se Ele se tornou um homem;&lt;br /&gt;Se Ele lutou, debelou o além;&lt;br /&gt;Se Ele aguentou, suportou a cruz;&lt;br /&gt;Se Ele não caiu, continuou Luz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se Ele constantemente nos amou&lt;br /&gt;Por ser a mais verídica Luz;&lt;br /&gt;Por ser a mais fascinante Voz;&lt;br /&gt;Se Ele constantemente se doou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que não paro, dou um &lt;em&gt;stop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sigo os trilhos dessa Luz?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352945852244148791-8717532147709521026?l=wwwkiama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwkiama.blogspot.com/feeds/8717532147709521026/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkiama.blogspot.com/2010/07/os-trilhos-dessa-luz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352945852244148791/posts/default/8717532147709521026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352945852244148791/posts/default/8717532147709521026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkiama.blogspot.com/2010/07/os-trilhos-dessa-luz.html' title='OS TRILHOS DESSA LUZ'/><author><name>Kiama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03083480596748547927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qINAvWRqKlg/TM2PZVRdEcI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6BvXNJwplkc/S220/Kiama+foto+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352945852244148791.post-5580303706898691627</id><published>2010-07-04T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T17:38:45.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOMENTO DE MEDITAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>Disseram-me que a Lei fora abolida,&lt;br /&gt;Que Ele por ela se foi, somos livres;&lt;br /&gt;Disseram-me que a Lei era um fardo,&lt;br /&gt;Que sem ela viveremos sorridentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tudo é só pela graça, Ele por nós&lt;br /&gt;Desfaleceu e com a dura Lei acabou.&lt;br /&gt;Ele pôs termo aos penosos fardos,&lt;br /&gt;Só nos resta aceitá-Lo e mais nada.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando me proferiam tais palavras,&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei curioso, queria saber mais;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei pasmado, parti pro 'Missais'&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8352945852244148791#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Quando me proferiam tais palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como o sedento d’água no &lt;em&gt;Kalahari&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn2" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8352945852244148791#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2"&gt;[2]&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Mergulhei nos 'Missais', saciei minha&lt;br /&gt;Sede, percebendo com clarividência,&lt;br /&gt;Que, afinal, existem várias Leis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerimoniais,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Civis,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Saúde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apercebi-me, assim,&lt;br /&gt;Que as Cerimoniais apontavam&lt;br /&gt;Pro advento e morte do Mestre,&lt;br /&gt;Por isso já não têm grande expressão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apercebi-me, igualmente,&lt;br /&gt;Que as Civis diziam respeito&lt;br /&gt;Aos seres pensantes&lt;br /&gt;Que naquele ambiente viviam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apercebi, ainda,&lt;br /&gt;Que a Lei de Saúde&lt;br /&gt;Tem valor intemporal&lt;br /&gt;(Enquanto Ele não voltar nas nuvens do Céu),&lt;br /&gt;Pois o que fez mal aos antigos,&lt;br /&gt;Aos presentes jamais perdoará...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porém, a minha grande surpresa&lt;br /&gt;Foi quando melhor pude perceber&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a essência da Lei Moral&lt;br /&gt;(Os Dez Mandamentos),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exprimidora do caráter do Criador e&lt;br /&gt;Do Pai e do Redentor...&lt;br /&gt;Por isso a sua imutabilidade,&lt;br /&gt;Pois Ele é Eterno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os Dez Mandamentos&lt;br /&gt;Jamais podem mudar;&lt;br /&gt;Jamais a morte os aboliu;&lt;br /&gt;Jamais a graça os baniu,&lt;br /&gt;Antes conduzem os seres&lt;br /&gt;Pensantes a um nobre&lt;br /&gt;E íntimo relacionamento&lt;br /&gt;Com Aquele que tudo fez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- E tu, o que pensas sobre a Lei?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8352945852244148791#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt; Bíblia Sagrada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn2" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8352945852244148791#_ftnref2" name="_ftn2"&gt;[2]&lt;/a&gt; Deserto localizado no Sul de África, passando por Botswana, Namíbia e África do Sul, cujo nome advém do vocábulo &lt;em&gt;kgalagadi&lt;/em&gt; que quer dizer “grande sede”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352945852244148791-5580303706898691627?l=wwwkiama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwkiama.blogspot.com/feeds/5580303706898691627/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkiama.blogspot.com/2010/07/momento-de-meditacao.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352945852244148791/posts/default/5580303706898691627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352945852244148791/posts/default/5580303706898691627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkiama.blogspot.com/2010/07/momento-de-meditacao.html' title='MOMENTO DE MEDITAÇÃO'/><author><name>Kiama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03083480596748547927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qINAvWRqKlg/TM2PZVRdEcI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6BvXNJwplkc/S220/Kiama+foto+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352945852244148791.post-2765759133454036772</id><published>2010-07-04T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T15:12:48.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABRA TEUS OLHOS DE AMOR</title><content type='html'>Abra teus olhos de amor;&lt;br /&gt;Abra teu coração de paixão;&lt;br /&gt;Abra, dê-me teu sábio perdão;&lt;br /&gt;Abra, deixa-me sentir teu calor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calor exótico que gera frescor.&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me viajar pelo teu suor,&lt;br /&gt;Pra que eu sinta o hirto sabor,&lt;br /&gt;Pra que eu sinta teu doce odor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me amar-te perdido,&lt;br /&gt;Sem vergonha, sem receio...&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me sentir-te, aturdido,&lt;br /&gt;Viajando pelo oceano do teu seio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abra teus portais, deixa-me adentrar&lt;br /&gt;E distantes viveremos de amor a cantar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352945852244148791-2765759133454036772?l=wwwkiama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwkiama.blogspot.com/feeds/2765759133454036772/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkiama.blogspot.com/2010/07/abra-teus-olhos-de-amor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352945852244148791/posts/default/2765759133454036772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352945852244148791/posts/default/2765759133454036772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkiama.blogspot.com/2010/07/abra-teus-olhos-de-amor.html' title='ABRA TEUS OLHOS DE AMOR'/><author><name>Kiama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03083480596748547927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qINAvWRqKlg/TM2PZVRdEcI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6BvXNJwplkc/S220/Kiama+foto+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352945852244148791.post-7705666391472267039</id><published>2009-10-03T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T12:38:12.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOFRIMENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não há paz;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho paz;&lt;br /&gt;Não vejo paz,&lt;br /&gt;Nem sinto paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lutei quando rapaz,&lt;br /&gt;Julgando ser capaz&lt;br /&gt;De possuir altivez&lt;br /&gt;Pra trazer a paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extinguiram-se amigos,&lt;br /&gt;Sobreviveram inimigos.&lt;br /&gt;Heróis só na estátua,&lt;br /&gt;Familiares na lembrança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gritos de júbilo,&lt;br /&gt;Pairando na imaginação.&lt;br /&gt;Choros sem melodia&lt;br /&gt;Eram de dor e contrição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correram rios de sangue;&lt;br /&gt;No azul via-se importância.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, gente minha toda ela foi&lt;br /&gt;Gente de pouca importância,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque se lhes levou a vida&lt;br /&gt;Ante tal via atrevida,&lt;br /&gt;Cuja umidade em sangue&lt;br /&gt;Avistamos sem imunidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352945852244148791-7705666391472267039?l=wwwkiama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwkiama.blogspot.com/feeds/7705666391472267039/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkiama.blogspot.com/2009/10/sofrimento.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352945852244148791/posts/default/7705666391472267039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352945852244148791/posts/default/7705666391472267039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkiama.blogspot.com/2009/10/sofrimento.html' title='SOFRIMENTO'/><author><name>Kiama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03083480596748547927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qINAvWRqKlg/TM2PZVRdEcI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6BvXNJwplkc/S220/Kiama+foto+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352945852244148791.post-6951148553339381292</id><published>2009-08-21T15:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T15:56:43.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SALVE! MATER MEA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salve&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;em&gt;Mater mea&lt;/em&gt;, Mariana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salve&lt;/em&gt;! Mariana, minha mãe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este nome&lt;br /&gt;Que tu tens:&lt;br /&gt;MA-RI-A-NA!,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde há um,&lt;br /&gt;Um M de mãe,&lt;br /&gt;De mãe que ama seu bebé;&lt;br /&gt;De mãe que tem saudade,&lt;br /&gt;Saudade recheada,&lt;br /&gt;Recheada de sinceridade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde há um primeiro,&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro A de amor,&lt;br /&gt;Amor que brota odor,&lt;br /&gt;Odor de humano calor,&lt;br /&gt;Calor de casto frescor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde há um,&lt;br /&gt;Um R de rainha,&lt;br /&gt;De rainha do Rangel;&lt;br /&gt;De rainha lá da banda;&lt;br /&gt;De rainha tal Kianda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde há um,&lt;br /&gt;Um I de inteligência,&lt;br /&gt;Amiga da idealidade,&lt;br /&gt;Que jaz em toda idade,&lt;br /&gt;Como nas mamãs do Dande...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde há um segundo,&lt;br /&gt;Segundo A de amante,&lt;br /&gt;De amante do amanhã,&lt;br /&gt;Do amanhã visto presente,&lt;br /&gt;Presente em bué de mentes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde há um,&lt;br /&gt;Um N de navio,&lt;br /&gt;De navio amigo do porto;&lt;br /&gt;De ninho bem ‘squentado;&lt;br /&gt;De não que dá conforto,&lt;br /&gt;Deixando-me bem disposto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde há um final,&lt;br /&gt;Final A de amizade,&lt;br /&gt;Amizade de verdade,&lt;br /&gt;Que morrer faz de saudade,&lt;br /&gt;Saudade que me devora...&lt;br /&gt;Não é mentira... É sinceridade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Mariana,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, minha mãe,&lt;br /&gt;Este nome&lt;br /&gt;Que tu tens&lt;br /&gt;E o ser também&lt;br /&gt;Que deténs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É razão da minha lida;&lt;br /&gt; É causa do meu lutar;&lt;br /&gt;É razão da minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8352945852244148791-6951148553339381292?l=wwwkiama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwkiama.blogspot.com/feeds/6951148553339381292/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkiama.blogspot.com/2009/08/salve-mater-mea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352945852244148791/posts/default/6951148553339381292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352945852244148791/posts/default/6951148553339381292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkiama.blogspot.com/2009/08/salve-mater-mea.html' title='SALVE! MATER MEA'/><author><name>Kiama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03083480596748547927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qINAvWRqKlg/TM2PZVRdEcI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6BvXNJwplkc/S220/Kiama+foto+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352945852244148791.post-6495923828901832782</id><published>2009-08-03T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T08:49:22.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGOLA INESQUECÍVEL</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;NGOLA inesquecível, mãe do meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;unca pense que és Mãe-Pátria esquecida...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;aláxia és da minha puerilidade não perdida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nde brincar nos musseques trazia-me emoção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;á assisti nossos carnavais ricos de cor e ‘moção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;iué! Nha suculenta Pátria, dê-me só teu perdão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;espera-me, pois almejo ver-te logo, confesso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;aué! Já me dá ânsia de ver teu nobre progresso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;enho recebido recados de rapazes: “não parou...”,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; que tens trilhado caminhos fortes e promissores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;NGOLA, eu vou regressar, não me esqueci de ti;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;uitas alegrias desejo dar-te e contigo conviver,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; que animou minha infância e que faz parte de ti!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352945852244148791-6495923828901832782?l=wwwkiama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwkiama.blogspot.com/feeds/6495923828901832782/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkiama.blogspot.com/2009/08/angola-inesquecivel.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352945852244148791/posts/default/6495923828901832782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352945852244148791/posts/default/6495923828901832782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkiama.blogspot.com/2009/08/angola-inesquecivel.html' title='ANGOLA INESQUECÍVEL'/><author><name>Kiama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03083480596748547927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qINAvWRqKlg/TM2PZVRdEcI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6BvXNJwplkc/S220/Kiama+foto+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352945852244148791.post-8940820577999747591</id><published>2009-07-27T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T12:42:54.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EU VOU CONTIGO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ansei-me de esperar por tal amor;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;aras vezes trataste-me como flor;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;sso é sinónimo que não valho nada,&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ó desamores recebo e mais nada.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ó tentando te esquecer, confesso!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ntem, fiz as malas, tó de regresso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  É... Não me peça, não! Ficar? Jamais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ra aquele lugar tranquilo me vou&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lá permanecerei; lá chove d’amor,&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;espeito, canções de variado sabor.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;isso não resta dúvida, lá há Amor.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;inda te garanto a ti que ficas por cá,&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; amor de cá não é tal com’ o de lá. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “É... Cidade, alarido... Meditar, nada!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;randes são os que meditar amam;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ios do Amor terão... O conhecerão...&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;marão mais... Terão mais coração,&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ç&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;onsciência disso a maioria detém.&lt;br /&gt; “&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;h, não serei mais um, eu vou contigo!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352945852244148791-8940820577999747591?l=wwwkiama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwkiama.blogspot.com/feeds/8940820577999747591/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkiama.blogspot.com/2009/07/eu-vou-contigo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352945852244148791/posts/default/8940820577999747591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352945852244148791/posts/default/8940820577999747591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkiama.blogspot.com/2009/07/eu-vou-contigo.html' title='EU VOU CONTIGO'/><author><name>Kiama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03083480596748547927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qINAvWRqKlg/TM2PZVRdEcI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6BvXNJwplkc/S220/Kiama+foto+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352945852244148791.post-7725714504808568486</id><published>2009-07-25T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T18:44:56.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AS MULHERES DO RANGEL</title><content type='html'>As mulheres do Rangel&lt;br /&gt;São podres de formosura;&lt;br /&gt;São lindas, não há censura;&lt;br /&gt;São musas, nada incrível!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São mulheres fulgentes&lt;br /&gt;De olhos, diamantes;&lt;br /&gt;Corações, mulembas&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8352945852244148791#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Casamentos, palmeiras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São amores liricais&lt;br /&gt;De carinho, acácia;&lt;br /&gt;De atenção, Palanca&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn2" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8352945852244148791#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2"&gt;[2]&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;De indultos clericais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiué! Mulher do meu Rangel,&lt;br /&gt;És dama singular, és internacional!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8352945852244148791#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt; Grandes figueiras angolanas, que são, consuetudinariamente, plantadas nos quintais, onde, aos fins de semana, as famílias têm o costume de se deleitar após ao almoço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn2" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8352945852244148791#_ftnref2" name="_ftn2"&gt;[2]&lt;/a&gt; Palanca Negra: antílope elegante, somente existente em Angola, e que serve como cognome da seleção nacional de futebol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352945852244148791-7725714504808568486?l=wwwkiama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwkiama.blogspot.com/feeds/7725714504808568486/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkiama.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-mulheres-do-rangel.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352945852244148791/posts/default/7725714504808568486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352945852244148791/posts/default/7725714504808568486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwkiama.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-mulheres-do-rangel.html' title='AS MULHERES DO RANGEL'/><author><name>Kiama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03083480596748547927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qINAvWRqKlg/TM2PZVRdEcI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6BvXNJwplkc/S220/Kiama+foto+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
