<?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-11006819</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:07:14.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dolceparola</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dolceparolablog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11006819/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dolceparolablog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AntonioCastro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048447074618523127</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11006819.post-112656384106166004</id><published>2005-09-12T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T06:56:52.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma escola a crescer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4038/875/1600/bartolomeu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4038/875/320/bartolomeu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida,&lt;br /&gt;um momento,&lt;br /&gt;uma escola de momentos,&lt;br /&gt;sem momentos,&lt;br /&gt;com momentos iguais,&lt;br /&gt;sem vida,&lt;br /&gt;com vida,&lt;br /&gt;uma escola que convida?&lt;br /&gt;Um balcão,&lt;br /&gt;um traço de avião,&lt;br /&gt;uma asa que voa,&lt;br /&gt;uma palmeira que dança.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu crescer,se a escola crescer,&lt;br /&gt;se o sonho se fizer,&lt;br /&gt;o balcão da minha escola&lt;br /&gt;poderá trazer sempre&lt;br /&gt;um arco-íris ao amanhecer! A.C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11006819-112656384106166004?l=dolceparolablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dolceparolablog.blogspot.com/feeds/112656384106166004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11006819&amp;postID=112656384106166004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11006819/posts/default/112656384106166004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11006819/posts/default/112656384106166004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dolceparolablog.blogspot.com/2005/09/uma-escola-crescer.html' title='Uma escola a crescer'/><author><name>AntonioCastro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048447074618523127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11006819.post-110996126351035367</id><published>2005-03-04T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T11:49:14.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Certezas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" A vida é uma viagem.Viaja, pois.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nada mais existe." Tennessee Williams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(1911 - 1983)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 229px; HEIGHT: 276px" height="271" src="http://www.basehead.org/files/shots/1-queenofthesea.jpg" width="341" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( Wallpapers - Queen of the sea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11006819-110996126351035367?l=dolceparolablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dolceparolablog.blogspot.com/feeds/110996126351035367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11006819&amp;postID=110996126351035367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11006819/posts/default/110996126351035367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11006819/posts/default/110996126351035367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dolceparolablog.blogspot.com/2005/03/certezas.html' title='Certezas'/><author><name>AntonioCastro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048447074618523127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11006819.post-110953101387155945</id><published>2005-02-27T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T14:15:25.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>" Momento"</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 409px" height="528" src="http://pageperso.aol.fr/tironcjangaparis/images/sherazade.jpg" width="286" align="left" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma espécie de céu, um pedaço de mar,&lt;br /&gt;Uma mão que doeu, um dia devagar.&lt;br /&gt;Um Domingo perfeito, uma toalha no chão,&lt;br /&gt;Um caminho cansado, um traço de avião.&lt;br /&gt;Uma sombra sozinha, uma luz inquieta,&lt;br /&gt;Um desvio na rua, uma voz de poeta.&lt;br /&gt;Uma garrafa vazia, um cinzeiro apagado,&lt;br /&gt;Um hotel numa esquina, um sono acordado.&lt;br /&gt;Um secreto adeus, um café a fechar,&lt;br /&gt;Um aviso na porta,um bilhete no ar.&lt;br /&gt;Uma praça aberta, uma rua perdida,&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite encantada, para o resto da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedes-me o momento, agarras as palavras,&lt;br /&gt;Escondes-te no tempo, porque o tempo tem asas.&lt;br /&gt;Levas a cidade solta no cabelo,&lt;br /&gt;Perdes-te comigo, porque o mundo é um momento. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma estrada infinita, um anúncio discreto,&lt;br /&gt;Uma curva fechada, um poema deserto.&lt;br /&gt;Uma cidade distante, um vestido molhado,&lt;br /&gt;Uma chuva divina, um desejo apertado.&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite esquecida, uma praia qualquer,&lt;br /&gt;Um suspiro escondido, numa pele de mulher.&lt;br /&gt;Um encontro em segredo, uma duna ancorada,&lt;br /&gt;Dois corpos despidos, abraçados no nada.&lt;br /&gt;Uma estrela cadente, um olhar que se afasta,&lt;br /&gt;Um choro escondido, quando um beijo não basta.&lt;br /&gt;Um semáforo aberto, um adeus para sempre,&lt;br /&gt;Uma ferida que dói, não por fora, por dentro.&lt;br /&gt;( &lt;strong&gt;Letra: Pedro Abrunhosa&lt;/strong&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11006819-110953101387155945?l=dolceparolablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dolceparolablog.blogspot.com/feeds/110953101387155945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11006819&amp;postID=110953101387155945' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11006819/posts/default/110953101387155945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11006819/posts/default/110953101387155945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dolceparolablog.blogspot.com/2005/02/momento.html' title='&quot; Momento&quot;'/><author><name>AntonioCastro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048447074618523127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11006819.post-110909214090477974</id><published>2005-02-22T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T12:06:51.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hino -Vozes do Atlântico</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="365" src="http://puramagia.blig.ig.com.br/imagens/sonho.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abre pontes em espuma&lt;br /&gt;Nesse mar em vida contido&lt;br /&gt;e traz às ilhas de bruma&lt;br /&gt;Os sons de um búzio escondido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem abrir marés de paz&lt;br /&gt;Vencendo a barca da ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Festival em que a noite se faz&lt;br /&gt;No compasso de uma canção!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vozes do Atlântico&lt;br /&gt;Ergue a tua voz em estandarte&lt;br /&gt;Vozes do Atlântico&lt;br /&gt;Vozes do Atlântico&lt;br /&gt;Faz da música uma bandeira&lt;br /&gt;A voz do Atlântico altaneira&lt;br /&gt;Vibra no Faial, ilha da Madeira&lt;br /&gt;Um palco de união e arte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não limites o sonho à cor&lt;br /&gt;Nem a palavra a um só som&lt;br /&gt;São sete as notas... e o amor&lt;br /&gt;Só procura o mesmo tom!        &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;António C. &lt;/span&gt;                             ( XXIIIº Festival Internacional do Faial)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11006819-110909214090477974?l=dolceparolablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dolceparolablog.blogspot.com/feeds/110909214090477974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11006819&amp;postID=110909214090477974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11006819/posts/default/110909214090477974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11006819/posts/default/110909214090477974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dolceparolablog.blogspot.com/2005/02/hino-vozes-do-atlntico.html' title='Hino -Vozes do Atlântico'/><author><name>AntonioCastro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048447074618523127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11006819.post-110908537517495771</id><published>2005-02-22T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T12:07:59.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cantar é vencer distâncias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.loving-you.blogger.com.br/viver,sonhar.gif" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enquanto o teu véu mostrar o batôn das palavras que não dizes, nunca perderemos o verniz do amor porque, sem ele, as palavras apagam-se e a ternura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;torna-se anémica.E nós queremos ter sempre um véu em comum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;C' é sempre un' uccello &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Há sempre uma ave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Che vive qui dentro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;que vive cá dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;qui dentro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;cá dentro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Dentro L'anima che vola &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Ao fundo da alma que voa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;E' volare é l' esistenza!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e voar é existir!&lt;/em&gt;      &lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;António C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11006819-110908537517495771?l=dolceparolablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dolceparolablog.blogspot.com/feeds/110908537517495771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11006819&amp;postID=110908537517495771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11006819/posts/default/110908537517495771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11006819/posts/default/110908537517495771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dolceparolablog.blogspot.com/2005/02/cantar-vencer-distncias.html' title='Cantar é vencer distâncias...'/><author><name>AntonioCastro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048447074618523127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
