tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32537556241016844552012-01-21T19:02:31.065Z"Mosteiro dos Jerónimos, Século XVI - Lisboa - Portugal"FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.comBlogger531100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-40528454902051935982011-11-27T13:26:00.002Z2011-11-28T18:39:57.762Z<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1-mWcNrnc34/TtI45MAsTyI/AAAAAAAABq4/BP6KsfJMlss/s1600/Teresa+Tarouca+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="278" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1-mWcNrnc34/TtI45MAsTyI/AAAAAAAABq4/BP6KsfJMlss/s320/Teresa+Tarouca+002.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan;">POEMAS INÉDITOS&nbsp;PRESTA HOMENAGEM</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: cyan;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan;">&nbsp;AO FADO À CULTURA PORTUGUESA</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UXUr3wUayzQ" width="420"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Parabéns ao Povo Português... PARABÉNS AO FADO !!!</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Finalmente a UNESCO reconheceu o Fado</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Património Cultural Imaterial da Humanidade!!!</span></strong></div><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: lime;">27 de Novembro 2011 vai ficar para sempre na História e na memória colectiva do povo Português e da Humanidade!!</span></strong><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">VIVA O FADO!!!</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">VIVA A NOSSA CULTURA!!!</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan;">O Fundador e Administrador do blog e da Página do facebook <span class="profileName fn ginormousProfileName fwb"><span style="font-size: small;">Teresa Tarouca</span></span>, </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://clubefansteresatarouca.blogspot.com/2011/11/louvor-ao-fado.html"><strong>http://clubefansteresatarouca.blogspot.com/2011/11/louvor-ao-fado.html</strong></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;">FrancK Lavd</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-4052845490205193598?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-46306509696784117572011-08-20T16:03:00.004+01:002011-10-04T13:34:50.705+01:00<div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: cyan;">Desde os mais remotos tempos o homem perscruta os insondáveis domínios do inconsciente. E o faz em busca de orientação oracular que lhe possibilite a segurança necessária de seus passos em direcção ao futuro.</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><strong><span style="color: cyan;">Divulgar um saber é sempre uma grande responsabilidade e contribui para justificar a nossa presença na Terra, especialmente em se tratando de conhecimentos embasados na vivência da magia.</span></strong></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W_-I0GhYmuw/Tor85f67hhI/AAAAAAAABn0/xV63Ge3FyyU/s1600/-+CORA%25C3%2587%25C3%2583O++++++++O+SENTIMENTO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W_-I0GhYmuw/Tor85f67hhI/AAAAAAAABn0/xV63Ge3FyyU/s400/-+CORA%25C3%2587%25C3%2583O++++++++O+SENTIMENTO.jpg" width="277" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow; font-size: x-large;">Magia sobre branca mesa</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Cartas jogadas sobre branca mesa,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Transmitem-me o saber oracular,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">O Amor, sente a dor desta presa,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Coração entristecido fita o mar!...</span></strong><br /></div><strong></strong><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Lança no azul das águas a sua dor....</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Iemanjá purifica o ser desesperado, </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Fortifica a vida à luz do Amor!...</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Diz-me... Oráculo: É bem-amado?</span></strong><br /></div><strong></strong><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Olho prò vaivém da onda,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Jogo uma carta à maresia,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">A resposta, surge logo pronta!...</span></strong><br /></div><strong></strong><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Velas e incenso, mergulhando a magia,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Sussurra-me a Divindade: É mal-amado!!</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">A consulente chorando... me afronta!...</span></strong></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"><strong>FrancK P_LavD</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color: yellow; font-size: x-large;"><em><strong>Direitos de Autor</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-4630650969678411757?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-375983967212262242011-06-04T13:09:00.003+01:002011-06-04T14:02:21.874+01:00<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;">SANTO ANTÓNIO DE LISBOA</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/TAEAFir3V-I/AAAAAAAAA7E/w7cjzk_C5V4/s1600/IMAG0001+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" height="382" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/TAEAFir3V-I/AAAAAAAAA7E/w7cjzk_C5V4/s400/IMAG0001+(2).JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/TBOzCoxm6iI/AAAAAAAAA9E/Q4lcY2tR7Cg/s1600/IMAG0012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/TBOzCoxm6iI/AAAAAAAAA9E/Q4lcY2tR7Cg/s640/IMAG0012.JPG" width="440" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple;">Andor de Stº. António para a Procissão de 13 JUNHO 2010</span></strong></div><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;"><strong>Ada de Castro - "Santo António"</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><object height="364" width="445"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DIh-LX_0PoY&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DIh-LX_0PoY&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/TBOyfvogXYI/AAAAAAAAA88/9UDqbbbxM0c/s1600/BOM++-++0010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/TBOyfvogXYI/AAAAAAAAA88/9UDqbbbxM0c/s400/BOM++-++0010.JPG" width="397" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">NOITE DE SANTO ANTÓNIO</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;">Mês de Junho, as Festas de Lisboa,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Desfilam as marchas na Avenida</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">E as Noivas de Santo António,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Honras a Santo António de Lisboa!</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Há gente de tod'a Lisboa,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Está repleta a Avenida,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Gente linda, gente boa,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Lá vão... As marchas de Lisboa!</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">É Lisboa com Santo António,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Desfilando na Avenida,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Na noite de Santo António,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Ela é muito mais bonita!</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Colorido, arcos e balões,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Encanto dos marchantes,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Energias de foliões,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Alegrias contagiantes!</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Cantam a Santo António,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Lisboa está em festa,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Noivas de Santo António,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Fazem parte da festa!</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">A Canção de Lisboa,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">É homenageada,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">É o Fado de Lisboa,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Na garganta afinada!</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Lisboa está agitada,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Os bairros em competição,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Vai até de madrugada,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">É a nossa tradição!...</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">As marchas deram,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Encanto na Avenida,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Ansiosas esperam,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">A vitória merecida!</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Arraiais, cravos e manjericos,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Fitas, balões e quadras populares,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Muitos foliões nos bairros históricos,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Brilham, trajes das marchas populares!</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Nos bairros históricos,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Mui gente, gente apressada,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Grande noite de bailaricos,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Mui vinho e sardinha assada!</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Santo António de Lisboa,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Alfama e Lisboa o viu nascer,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Louvemos o Santo! Gente Boa!!</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Cantemos até ao amanhecer!...</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">A Cidade de Lisboa acordará,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Da longa noite festejada,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Maravilhoso Sol brilhará,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Na sua belíssima calçada!...</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Dia treze, dia de Santo António,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Lisboa está com muit' animação,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Ornamentação no andor de Santo António,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Alfama verá a Belíssima Procissão!</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">FrancK&nbsp; P_LavD</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><em><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">DIREITOS DE AUTOR</span></strong></em><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><strong><u>PRIMEIRA PUBLICAÇÃO DESTA MENSAGEM</u>:</strong></div><strong></strong><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">NOITE DE SANTO ANTÓNIO</span> </strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://franckpl.blogspot.com/2009/09/noite-de-santo-antonio.html"><strong>http://franckpl.blogspot.com/2009/09/noite-de-santo-antonio.html</strong></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><strong><em><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;">*</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;">* * *</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;">* * * * </span></em></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Igreja de Santo António </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Lisboa</span></strong><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/TAEAwUS8soI/AAAAAAAAA7M/H2sALvpSmJM/s1600/IMAG0014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/TAEAwUS8soI/AAAAAAAAA7M/H2sALvpSmJM/s400/IMAG0014.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><strong>Santo António de Lisboa</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/TAlXV2W3EkI/AAAAAAAAA7k/K8nwDTXzyus/s1600/IMAG0022+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/TAlXV2W3EkI/AAAAAAAAA7k/K8nwDTXzyus/s640/IMAG0022+(2).JPG" width="472" /></a><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><strong>Santo António de Lisboa</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><strong></strong></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/TAEBmIfAYoI/AAAAAAAAA7U/D9IqhYd2FUQ/s1600/IMAG0010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/TAEBmIfAYoI/AAAAAAAAA7U/D9IqhYd2FUQ/s640/IMAG0010.JPG" width="369" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;">FrancK P_LavD</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-37598396721226224?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-18960888303477940592011-04-30T22:21:00.007+01:002011-05-15T18:14:26.167+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"><strong>HOMENAGEM A JOÃO PAULO II</strong></span></div><span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"><strong></strong></span><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LHAC_3GMBag/Tbx2hnHGXhI/AAAAAAAABl8/xZr6FZzFCNk/s1600/JO%25C3%2583O+PAULO+II+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="231" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LHAC_3GMBag/Tbx2hnHGXhI/AAAAAAAABl8/xZr6FZzFCNk/s400/JO%25C3%2583O+PAULO+II+001.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fHKEfiG65RM/Tbx2d6-Wn1I/AAAAAAAABl4/jOuZ5wt4_TA/s1600/JO%25C3%2583O+PAULO+II+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="235" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fHKEfiG65RM/Tbx2d6-Wn1I/AAAAAAAABl4/jOuZ5wt4_TA/s400/JO%25C3%2583O+PAULO+II+002.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t6xITOufpiY/Tbx3V38h3lI/AAAAAAAABmA/7pNK2xW19Gs/s1600/Nossa+Senhora+de+F%25C3%25A1tima+-+Capelinha+das+Apari%25C3%25A7%25C3%25B5es.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t6xITOufpiY/Tbx3V38h3lI/AAAAAAAABmA/7pNK2xW19Gs/s400/Nossa+Senhora+de+F%25C3%25A1tima+-+Capelinha+das+Apari%25C3%25A7%25C3%25B5es.jpg" width="388" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow; font-size: x-large;"><strong>JOÃO PAULO II</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"><strong>No dia treze de Maio,</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"><strong>A bala, no peito, acertou,</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"><strong>João Paulo, teve um desmaio,</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"><strong>Feriu-o!... Mas não o matou!</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"><strong>A menina, olhou de encanto,</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"><strong>Batina Branca, sangue marcou,</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"><strong>Veio ao Mundo, pra ser um Santo,</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"><strong>Países onde pregou, o chão beijou!</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;">FrancK P_LavD</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: yellow; font-size: x-large;">Direitos de Autor</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: orange; font-size: x-large;">* * * * * * * </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>Duas quadras do meu poema,</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>publicado no meu Blog </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>em 13 de Setembro de 2009, </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>quando a inspiração me tocou o coração, </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>eu tinha razão!... </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>João Paulo II veio ao mundo, pra ser um Santo!!</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>Leia&nbsp;todo o poema em:</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://franckpl.blogspot.com/2009/09/joao-paulo-ii.html"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">http://franckpl.blogspot.com/2009/09/joao-paulo-ii.html</span></strong></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: orange;">* * * * * * *</span> </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow; font-size: x-large;">A João Paulo II:</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;">Os anos passam... </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;">A sua imagem em oração,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;">A mensagem de João Paulo II, </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;">Nunca mais se apagam</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;">Do meu saudoso coração!</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;">FrancK P_LavD</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: yellow; font-size: x-large;">Direitos de Autor</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: orange; font-size: x-large;">* * * * * * *</span></strong></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong><span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="Não tenhais medo! Papa João Paulo II - Discurso inaugural"><span style="font-size: large;">Não tenhais medo! Papa João Paulo II</span></span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="330" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QVfEC9OXPH8" width="400"></iframe></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="330" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jhOshoueWUk" width="400"></iframe><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;">BEATIFICAÇÃO DE JOÃO PAULO II</span></strong></div></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://tv2.rtp.pt/noticias/?t=Joao-Paulo-II-foi-beatificado-esta-manha.rtp&amp;headline=20&amp;visual=9&amp;article=437909&amp;tm=7"><strong>http://tv2.rtp.pt/noticias/?t=Joao-Paulo-II-foi-beatificado-esta-manha.rtp&amp;headline=20&amp;visual=9&amp;article=437909&amp;tm=7</strong></a></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Origem: Mundo</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">João Paulo II foi beatificado esta manhã 01/05/2011</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">É a penúltima etapa para o reconhecimento de Karol Wojtyla como santo. Mais de um milhão de peregrinos assistiu, no Vaticano, à cerimónia de beatificação.</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">2011-05-01 13:43:40</span></strong></div><br /><strong><span style="color: yellow;"></span></strong></embed><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-1896088830347794059?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-76232925214587528662011-03-21T13:20:00.000Z2011-03-21T13:20:05.136Z<div align="center"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-uCPAiYuCIss/TYdOUNQXRtI/AAAAAAAABk8/aQzo0qnvsfs/s1600/CIMG002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="332" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-uCPAiYuCIss/TYdOUNQXRtI/AAAAAAAABk8/aQzo0qnvsfs/s400/CIMG002.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;">MISÉRIA E FOME, NÃO PASSAVAM!... </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong></div><strong><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan;">Em Junho, as Festas de Lisboa,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan;">As marchas desfilam na Avenida,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan;">Noivas de Stº. António na Igreja,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan;">Vinho, sardinhas e o Fado de Lisboa!</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan;">Lisboa das sete colinas,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan;">Há muito não me tinhas,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan;">Em tuas ruas estreitinhas,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan;">Cravos e manjericos tinhas!...</span></strong></div><strong><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan;">Olhares perdidos, melancólicos,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan;">Nas ruas andam vagueando,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan;">Cada vez, se vêem mais alcoólicos,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan;">Na solidão, se vão atormentando!</span></strong></div><strong><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan;">Muita coisa pra reconstruir,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan;">Nesta cidade antiga e cansada, </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan;">Muita gente anda a pedir,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan;">Miséria e fome, não passava!...</span></strong></div><strong><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan;">Lisboa, já não tens o mesmo cheiro,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan;">Que outrora pairava no ar,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan;">Plas ruas, sem-abrigos o tempo inteiro, </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan;">Maus cheiros se sente ao passar!...</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan;">Esperava que neste antigo País,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan;">Tudo tivesse melhorado,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan;">Pra se viver, muito mais, feliz,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan;">Que nos tempos do passado!...</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;">FrancK P_LavD</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></strong><strong><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"><em></em></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"><em>DIREITOS DE AUTOR</em></span></strong></div><strong><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></strong><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>&nbsp;</strong><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan;">Trecho do poema:</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan;">O MAR NOS SEPARA</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan;">14 de Janeiro de 2010 de:</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan;">ANOS INESQUECÍVEIS DE UMA VIDA!</span></strong></div><strong><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><span style="color: cyan;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-7623292521458752866?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-45265877835157072202010-10-28T19:09:00.003+01:002011-03-15T01:49:50.852Z<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"></span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/TMm1pSSfeeI/AAAAAAAABf8/BKQX9h4KTQI/s1600/JO%C3%83O+PAULO+II+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="231" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/TMm1pSSfeeI/AAAAAAAABf8/BKQX9h4KTQI/s400/JO%C3%83O+PAULO+II+001.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/TMm1w2eeRgI/AAAAAAAABgA/lzcIZ0d5Cos/s1600/JO%C3%83O+PAULO+II+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="235" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/TMm1w2eeRgI/AAAAAAAABgA/lzcIZ0d5Cos/s400/JO%C3%83O+PAULO+II+002.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"><strong>A João Paulo II:</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: cyan;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Os anos passam... </span></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: cyan;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">A sua&nbsp;imagem em oração,</span></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;">A&nbsp;mensagem de João Paulo II, </span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;">&nbsp;N</span></strong><strong><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;">unca mais se apagam</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;">Do meu saudoso coração!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;">FrancK P_LavD</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;">*</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;">No Brasil, Fafá de Belém</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="long-title" dir="ltr" title="Fafá de Belém canta Ave Maria para o Papa João Paulo II"><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>&nbsp;canta Ave Maria</strong></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="long-title" dir="ltr" title="Fafá de Belém canta Ave Maria para o Papa João Paulo II"></span><span class="long-title" dir="ltr" title="Fafá de Belém canta Ave Maria para o Papa João Paulo II"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong><span style="color: orange;">para o Papa João Paulo II</span></strong> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="325" width="400"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uFfn_f6o5AE?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uFfn_f6o5AE?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>Eu estava no Brasil e assisti à missa pela televisão!</strong></span><br /><span style="color: orange;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color: orange;"><br /><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color: orange;"><strong>Na altura a crítica Brasileira não aceitou, de bom tom, que a Fafá de Belém fosse cantar para o Papa João Paulo II, por causa da sua presença marcante de apresentar-se sempre com grandes decotes e os&nbsp;seios bastante descobertos!</strong></span><br /><span style="color: orange;"><br /><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color: orange;"><strong><u><em><span style="font-size: large;">No entanto Fafá deu-lhes a lição:</span> </em></u></strong></span><br /><span style="color: orange;"><br /><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color: orange;"><strong>Apresentou-se a cantar... para o Papa com todo o respeito, linda e maravilhosa vestida de branco, sem decote no vestido, com uma mantilha que ainda cobria mais o seu pescoço!!...</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: orange;"><strong>Esta foi&nbsp;uma enorme&nbsp;lição da Grande Senhora Fafá de Belém à critica Brasileira!!</strong></span><br /><span style="color: orange;"><br /><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color: orange;"><strong>Foi um momento lindíssimo que recordo para sempre!!... FrancK LavD</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: yellow;">*</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>HOMENAGEANDO </strong>&nbsp;<strong>JOÃO PAULO II</strong></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;">DUAS QUADRAS DO MEU POEMA:</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://franckpl.blogspot.com/2009/09/joao-paulo-ii.html"><strong>http://franckpl.blogspot.com/2009/09/joao-paulo-ii.html</strong></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/TMm178zLpKI/AAAAAAAABgE/j-A6PiP4160/s1600/Citt%C3%A0+del+Vaticano+++++ROMA+-++001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="273" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/TMm178zLpKI/AAAAAAAABgE/j-A6PiP4160/s400/Citt%C3%A0+del+Vaticano+++++ROMA+-++001.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;">JOÃO PAULO II</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;">Muitos anos, servindo a DEUS, ficou!</span></strong><strong><br /></strong><strong><span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;">João Paulo Segundo, a Santidade,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;">Apesar da sua doença, firme ficou!...</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;">ESPÍRITO DE GRANDE HUMILDADE!</span></strong><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;">Na Praça de São Pedro, estava presente!</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;">Após longos dias, d'agonia, descansou,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;">O Mundo mui triste... Mui triste ficou!</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;">ESPÍRITO DE LUZ! VIVERÁ ETERNAMENTE!...</span></strong></div><span style="color: yellow;"></span>&nbsp; <br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;">FrancK P_LavD</span></strong><strong><br /></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><em><strong><span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;">Direitos de Autor</span></strong></em><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="330" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jhOshoueWUk" title="YouTube video player" width="400"></iframe><br /><br /><br />&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/TMm2MpUPsWI/AAAAAAAABgI/rWEYY5VQck0/s1600/Catedral+de+S.+Pedro+-+Roma+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/TMm2MpUPsWI/AAAAAAAABgI/rWEYY5VQck0/s400/Catedral+de+S.+Pedro+-+Roma+004.jpg" width="242" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"><strong>FrancK P_LavD</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-4526587783515707220?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-17045390967415419182010-09-01T19:52:00.001+01:002010-09-01T19:56:23.444+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/TH6KT5D3VqI/AAAAAAAABdM/ViSmLjinJrY/s1600/Night_640Anatoliy%2520Meymuhin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/TH6KT5D3VqI/AAAAAAAABdM/ViSmLjinJrY/s400/Night_640Anatoliy%2520Meymuhin.jpg" width="306" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">DESNUDA À <span style="color: #3d85c6;">JANELA</span></span></span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">Desnuda, estou à janela...</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">Com alma, plena de paixões,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">Faço-te as minhas confissões,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">Sentindo... o aroma de canela!...</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">Lua, és perfeição, no mar alto à&nbsp;vela...</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">Transbordas d'alegria os corações,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">Encanto... com lágrimas d'emoções,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">Na fase cheia, és&nbsp;tão mais bela!...</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">Inspiração pra meus cantos...</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">Luz, deslumbrante no campo,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">São luares dos meus encantos!...</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">Oh Lua!... Faz-me muitos feitiços...</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">Pra casar com homem muito rico,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">Velas e flores... magia nos pedidos!...</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: x-large;">FrancK P_LavD</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: x-large;"><em>Direitos de Autor</em></span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-1704539096741541918?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-74758199794812772842010-08-26T00:08:00.001+01:002010-09-01T17:43:05.012+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/THWNF3ny7NI/AAAAAAAABc0/qYFKSbFzY1A/s1600/1808796.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/THWNF3ny7NI/AAAAAAAABc0/qYFKSbFzY1A/s400/1808796.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em>Origem da foto:</em> </strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><a href="http://olhares.aeiou.pt/rosas_brancas_foto1808796.html">http://olhares.aeiou.pt/rosas_brancas_foto1808796.html</a> </strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><strong>QUANDO, EU MORRER...</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>O meu espírito, quererá ouvir</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>A obra incomparável!</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>No momento de se despedir,</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>O BOLERO DE RAVEL!...</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">A Música, admirável...</span></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Quando, eu morrer...</span></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Não quererei, nos rostos, uma lágrima!</span></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Quererei, SIM!... Nos lábios, o sorrir,</span></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Nos sentidos, o prazer, de sentir</span></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Um dos CLÁSSICOS DA MÚSICA!</span></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Quererei, SIM!... Uma pequena coroa!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">O aroma de ROSAS BRANCAS</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">No ambiente, a MÚSICA entoa...</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Ficará, duas belas lembranças,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Deste SER que VIVEU, algures, À TOA!...</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Não quererei, o meu corpo</span></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Exposto, tão-pouco o velório!</span></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Só o espírito velando o corpo...</span></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Irá com todos, até ao crematório!</span></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Só quererei, um ADEUS! Ao corpo morto...</span></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">NÃO SE ESQUEÇAM DE MIM...</span></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Recordem-me com alegria,</span></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">A VIDA, NÃO TEM FIM!</span></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Envolver-me-á a bela magia,</span></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">NA METAMORFOSE DO SER... SIM!</span></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><strong>FrancK P_LavD</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><em>Direitos de Autor</em></span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><object height="330" width="400"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Urfjyj4FnUc?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Urfjyj4FnUc?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="330"></embed></object></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-7475819979481277284?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-15258147328356096212010-08-15T16:22:00.004+01:002010-12-02T13:50:10.102Z<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"></span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/TGf-EXMQedI/AAAAAAAABbY/dGyxjkeAjfI/s1600/Eu+e+o+Av%C3%B4+Parreira.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/TGf-EXMQedI/AAAAAAAABbY/dGyxjkeAjfI/s400/Eu+e+o+Av%C3%B4+Parreira.jpg" width="305" /></a><strong><span style="color: #cc0000;"><em></em></span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000;"><em>Eu mesmo... com o meu avô Parreira,</em></span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000;"><em>junto à porta a minha avó Narcisa, </em></span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000;"><em>no monte, dos meus avós maternos, no Alentejo!</em></span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center"><object height="345" width="420"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UjKEIvn7FT4?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UjKEIvn7FT4?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="345"></embed></object><br /><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;">OH, MEU ALENTEJO!</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">Oh, meu Alentejo amado!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">Sol dourado e muito quente,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">Sobreiros, descanso refrescante!...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">Boa gente empurrando o arado...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">Cultiva a terra cantando...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">Dá pão pra toda a gente!</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"><strong>FrancK P_LavD</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;">&nbsp;<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="color: #990000;"><em><span style="color: #cc0000;"><strong>Direitos de Autor</strong></span></em></span></span></span><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><object height="345" width="420"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jKnyRr_YX04?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jKnyRr_YX04?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="345"></embed></object></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">OH,&nbsp;MEU ALENTEJO AMADO!</span> </span></strong><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><strong>Quando te viro as costas com sorriso </strong></span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><strong>nos lábios, </strong></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><strong>mas com lágrimas nos olhos... </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><strong>JÁ O MEU CORAÇÃO</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><strong>ESTÁ </strong></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><strong>SOFRENDO DE SAUDADES...</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><strong>das tuas prateadas noites de luar...</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><strong>das tuas azinhagas... </strong></span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><strong>das tuas charnecas... </strong></span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><strong>do canto dos passarinhos... </strong></span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><strong>dos teus trigais, sobreiros, azinheiras </strong></span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><strong>e sol escaldante...</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><strong>do cheiro e barulho silencioso, </strong></span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><strong>da tua </strong></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><strong>grande planície...</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><strong>dos cantares do teu povo...</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><strong>da minha terra... </strong></span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><strong>da minha gente... </strong></span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><strong>DO POVO A QUE PERTENÇO!!...</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;">FrancK P_LavD</span></strong><br /><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"><strong><em>Direitos de Autor</em></strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><object height="352" width="430"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BXQNAYxL0gk?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BXQNAYxL0gk?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="430" height="352"></embed></object></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-1525814732835609621?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-88507941933705793282010-07-05T19:35:00.000+01:002010-07-05T19:35:38.807+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/TDIhXfaTqoI/AAAAAAAABNk/oj0zTrZOPVc/s1600/IMAG0004+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/TDIhXfaTqoI/AAAAAAAABNk/oj0zTrZOPVc/s320/IMAG0004+(2).JPG" width="316" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">CONTRAFEITO</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000;">Tenho grande saudade,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000;">Da vida que outrora vivi,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000;">Voltei costas à Felicidade,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000;">Hoje sinto o quanto perdi.</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000;">Vim com tanta confiança,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000;">Vi o céu sem claridade,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000;">Perdi a minha esperança,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000;">Vendo a falsa realidade.</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000;">O Amor não me esperava,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000;">Contrariando a minha vontade,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000;">Contrafeito que muito detestava,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000;">Sufocava-me ver tanta maldade!</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000;">Perdi... E perdido fiquei...</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000;">No meio da multidão,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000;">Jamais maldição imaginei,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000;">Chorei d’imensa desilusão!</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000;">A flor no peito murchou,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000;">Quero dar-lhe vida novamente,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000;">O veleiro sem rumo velejou, </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000;">À procura do porto d’antigamente.</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000;">A vida é uma grande aventura,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000;">Muitos tombos nela levamos, </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000;">Avareza, falsidade e amargura</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000;">Daqueles que não esperamos!</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000;">Tentaram a todo custo a destruição</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000;">Do Ser Humano que hoje lhes diz:</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000;">Desumanos com tanta ambição,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000;">Não conseguiram!... Sou muito Feliz!!</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">FrancK P_LavD</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><em>Direitos de Autor</em></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">“Se este poema tiver semelhança com alguém é pura </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">coincidência, </span></strong><strong><span style="color: blue;">a composição poética é ficção!”</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-8850794193370579328?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-13277027044179991812010-05-27T18:28:00.135+01:002010-06-11T19:45:37.804+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;"><strong>Stº. António de Lisboa</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/TBJyqCVy_wI/AAAAAAAAA8M/bFmB_3AEK0M/s1600/200px-RV_Liebfrauenkirche_Marienkapelle_Antoniusnische_Figur.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/TBJyqCVy_wI/AAAAAAAAA8M/bFmB_3AEK0M/s640/200px-RV_Liebfrauenkirche_Marienkapelle_Antoniusnische_Figur.jpg" width="321" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Igreja de Stº. António em Lisboa</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/TBJynsp7MbI/AAAAAAAAA8E/wTZ3t22kKn4/s1600/Santo+Ant%C3%B3nio.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/TBJynsp7MbI/AAAAAAAAA8E/wTZ3t22kKn4/s400/Santo+Ant%C3%B3nio.JPG" width="295" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;">Stº. António de Lisboa</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">(1195 - 1231)</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Nasceu no bairro d' Alfama, em Lisboa!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Foi no Convento de Stº. António de Coimbra</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">O Início de Stº. António de Lisboa!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">António, ficou fascinado</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">P'lo ideal Franciscano,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Por ter visto os corpos</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Dos primeiros mártires</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">De Frades Franciscanos!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Na África, em Marrocos</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Missões de empreendedores,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Entre os Muçulmanos!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Uma doença o fez retornar!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">O navio aportou na Sicília,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">António, pregou em tod'Itália!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Participou do Capítulo</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Geral da Ordem,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">E viu São Francisco!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Pregou contra os hereges,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Ao povo discursado,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Em Pádua esgotado,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Aos trinta e seis anos, perece!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Com o título é honrado</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">De Doutor evangélico!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Famoso o seu culto,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Do Povo, Novenas e Preces!...</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Um ano após a sua morte foi canonizado!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Santo António, está em Pádua,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Em Lisboa, na sua igreja, venerado!...</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;">FrancK P_LavD</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><em>Direitos de Autor</em></span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><strong>Oração de São Francisco de Assis</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;"></span></strong><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/TBJ7A1SlogI/AAAAAAAAA8c/lspIEFmDuX0/s1600/sao-francisco-de-assis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/TBJ7A1SlogI/AAAAAAAAA8c/lspIEFmDuX0/s320/sao-francisco-de-assis.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Igreja de Stº. António em Lisboa</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/TBJyyRBijmI/AAAAAAAAA8U/ltUcBdAOG_k/s1600/IMAG0014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/TBJyyRBijmI/AAAAAAAAA8U/ltUcBdAOG_k/s400/IMAG0014.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-1327702704417999181?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-86923150219767135152010-05-07T20:32:00.002+01:002010-05-09T01:50:20.682+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/S-Rg4MhJvfI/AAAAAAAAA60/PgLAp1prxYg/s1600/Nossa+Senhora+de+F%C3%A1tima+-+Capelinha+das+Apari%C3%A7%C3%B5es.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/S-Rg4MhJvfI/AAAAAAAAA60/PgLAp1prxYg/s400/Nossa+Senhora+de+F%C3%A1tima+-+Capelinha+das+Apari%C3%A7%C3%B5es.jpg" tt="true" width="388" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;">Capelinha das Aparições - Fátima</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/S-Rg03xOFNI/AAAAAAAAA6s/AihiluN6yWU/s1600/Bas%C3%ADlica+de+F%C3%A1tima.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/S-Rg03xOFNI/AAAAAAAAA6s/AihiluN6yWU/s400/Bas%C3%ADlica+de+F%C3%A1tima.jpg" tt="true" width="291" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>Basílica de Fátima</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center"><object height="364" width="445"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YvdX5Ht3U9w&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YvdX5Ht3U9w&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;">MAIO, LINDO MAIO!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Maio de muit' AMOR,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Mês de novena a Maria</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Na Primavera em flor!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Honrar a VIRGEM MARIA,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Andor com linda flor,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Mês dedicado a MARIA!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;">Veneração a Nossa Senhora</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;">Mês de Maria nossa MÃE,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;">Procissão a Nossa Senhora!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;">Oração a Maria nossa Mãe,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;">Cânticos a Nossa Senhora,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;">Mês de flores a&nbsp;nossa MÃE!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Maio de muitas romarias,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Nos caminhos de FÁTIMA</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Peregrinos orando vão!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Hão-de chegar a Fátima</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Almas com muita devoção,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Chegarão leves d'alegrias!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Maio, Maio! Lindo MAIO!...</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Com campos mui floridos,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">No ar paira muit'aroma,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Mês de muitos coloridos,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Verdejante panorama,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">PRIMAVERA, BELO MAIO!...</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/S-RgwD9IJJI/AAAAAAAAA6k/eWAmT1hTS4Y/s1600/Frangipani+Flowers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="301" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/S-RgwD9IJJI/AAAAAAAAA6k/eWAmT1hTS4Y/s400/Frangipani+Flowers.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;"><strong>FrancK P_LavD</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;"><strong>Direitos de Autor</strong></span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-8692315021976713515?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-30815856555464524942010-05-01T17:17:00.001+01:002010-05-01T17:38:21.947+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple;"><strong><em>Dia da Mãe em 08 de Dezembro de 1964</em></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/S9xKj8A5KMI/AAAAAAAAA6c/eUyhNTjs9Y8/s1600/FrancK+e+Irm%C3%A3-+1964.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="271" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/S9xKj8A5KMI/AAAAAAAAA6c/eUyhNTjs9Y8/s400/FrancK+e+Irm%C3%A3-+1964.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">ESTE ANO O &nbsp;DIA DA MÃE É A:</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">02 DE MAIO DE 2010</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>* </strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>*&nbsp; * </strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>*&nbsp; *&nbsp; *&nbsp; *</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">COM LÁGRIMAS NOS OLHOS!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Da tristeza à alegria,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Cantava coração choroso,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Com AMOR, fazia magia,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Terno semblante bondoso.</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Com tanta desilusão,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Chorou um dia!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">De dor no coração,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">De longe, triste, gemia...</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Minha mãe, sabia de tudo...</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Sempre teve muita razão,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Quando partiu deste mundo,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Chorou de tanta desilusão!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Saudosa mãe que partiste,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Desta vida tão descontente,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Partindo o queijo, caíste...</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Rezo por ti eternamente!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Em Julho de muito calor,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Levaste muitas flores,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Pra consolar tuas dores...</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Recordo-te com muito AMOR!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">No cemitério da aldeia,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">É a tua última morada,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">O perfume te rodeia,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">De rosa plantada!...</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"></span></strong><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/S9xKYN2-aGI/AAAAAAAAA6U/9Rl6L0u4fhk/s1600/IMAG0063+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="215" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/S9xKYN2-aGI/AAAAAAAAA6U/9Rl6L0u4fhk/s400/IMAG0063+(2).JPG" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;">FrancK P_LavD</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;">Direitos de Autor</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;">Homenagem&nbsp;à minha Saudosa Mãe!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-3081585655546452494?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-34967196899070111352010-03-28T19:40:00.000+01:002010-03-28T19:40:30.707+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/S6-Y5CPJztI/AAAAAAAAA5c/ERE8qssaa-8/s1600/amunettntaharqasr6+-+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/S6-Y5CPJztI/AAAAAAAAA5c/ERE8qssaa-8/s640/amunettntaharqasr6+-+2.jpg" width="345" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;">&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></strong><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/S6-acO0aTxI/AAAAAAAAA5k/xe8EwDqI-iY/s1600/app_full_proxy+-+2.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="385" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/S6-acO0aTxI/AAAAAAAAA5k/xe8EwDqI-iY/s400/app_full_proxy+-+2.gif" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">AMIGO MEU</span></span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">Meu amigo, amigo meu....</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">Sabor dum achocolatado ovo,</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">Sinto tão triste o coração teu</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">A caminhar só, ao lado do povo!...</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">Só ao povo tu pertences...</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">Eu com ele te espero,</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">Sem o sorriso me vences,</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">Na amizade me esmero!</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">Chora o povo, choro eu...</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">São as lágrimas como flores,</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">São odores, no silêncio teu!...</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">Passa o tempo, amigo, amigo meu...</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">As horas apagam, em vão, os amores,</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">As flores murcham no coração teu!...</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;">FrancK P_LavD </span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;">Direitos de Autor</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/S6-dBBwEHJI/AAAAAAAAA5s/qWqxGNsCcMc/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/S6-dBBwEHJI/AAAAAAAAA5s/qWqxGNsCcMc/s400/10.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><strong>Desejo a&nbsp;todos uma </strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><strong>Páscoa muito Feliz!</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;">FrancK P_LavD</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-3496719689907011135?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-20078819021093239912010-03-26T01:41:00.000Z2010-03-26T01:41:42.614Z<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/S6wGj0EfcmI/AAAAAAAAA5I/rgSGyrpW3T4/s1600/yhst-30314577488218_1990_70148152.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/S6wGj0EfcmI/AAAAAAAAA5I/rgSGyrpW3T4/s400/yhst-30314577488218_1990_70148152.jpg" width="306" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;">SÚPLICAS</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Deus é Amor e Bondade,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Jesus está vivo e é amado,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Maria é Luz e Santidade,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Em oração resguardado!...</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Jesus é o nosso <span style="color: purple;">Mestre,</span></span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Exemplo prà humanidade,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Na Natureza se vê o Mestre</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">De sublime humildade!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">O Espírito é energia,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Deus é a sua essência!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Se vives a vida sem energia,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Escondes a tua aparência!...</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Amar é Dom Divino,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Perdoar é complicado!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Aqui estou pedindo,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">A Cristo crucificado!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Aos seus pés postado,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Faço a minha confissão,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Sinto o Cristo ressuscitado</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">A consolar o meu coração!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;">FrancK P_LavD</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;">Direitos de Autor</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"></span></strong><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/S6wNvgfzsAI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/mqaa9fJFoug/s1600/jesus15Welcome-Home-Posters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/S6wNvgfzsAI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/mqaa9fJFoug/s400/jesus15Welcome-Home-Posters.jpg" width="303" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">A todos os meus amigos e visitantes,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">desejo uma Páscoa Feliz, </span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">abençoada em vossos corações</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">pela Luz ressuscitada </span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">do nosso Mestre Jesus!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;">FrancK P_LavD</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-2007881902109323991?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-987778205688131542010-03-22T18:57:00.000Z2010-03-22T18:57:38.088Z<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/S6euN_RsBNI/AAAAAAAAA4o/OLwtLz7F3pg/s1600-h/Garden.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="390" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/S6euN_RsBNI/AAAAAAAAA4o/OLwtLz7F3pg/s400/Garden.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">PRIMAVERA EM FLOR</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Estação d'imensas flores,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">É tempo de Primavera,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Paira... no ar bons odores,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Tê-los sempre... quem dera!...</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Poetas, Escritores e Cantores,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Inspirados vivem esta era!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">A ela, dedicam seus amores,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Lindas melodias... à vossa espera!...</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Flores com vários sabores,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Viçosas... durante a Primavera,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Na culinária fazem primores!...</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Casamento com muitas flores,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Na igreja e bouquet... bons odores,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Aos noivos... chuva d'arroz e flores!...</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">FrancK LavD</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">Direitos de Autor</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">*</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">* * * </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><span style="color: lime;">* * * * *</span> </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>Amália /**Fado Primavera**/</strong></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center"><object height="364" width="445"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CzOs2m6kEOU&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CzOs2m6kEOU&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-98777820568813154?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-32873415601271124412010-03-04T17:34:00.000Z2010-03-04T17:34:23.000Z<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/S4_pStSju9I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/XEWyYwAHaXw/s1600-h/Mulher+desnuda+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/S4_pStSju9I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/XEWyYwAHaXw/s400/Mulher+desnuda+002.jpg" width="315" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;">CHORAR</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">Chorar silencioso</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">São lágrimas d'oro,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">Olhar penitencioso,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">Rosto rosado de choro.</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">Choro de tristeza,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">Choro de alegria,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">Gotas de pureza,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">Olhos de magia...</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">Chorar doloroso,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">Profunda tristeza,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">Momento penoso...</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">Chorar de alegria,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">Coração festeja,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">Momento nesse dia...</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">FrancK P_LavD </span></strong><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">Direitos de autor</span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-3287341560127112441?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-11042083028937017262010-02-08T15:57:00.004Z2010-02-25T17:54:22.056Z<div></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><object height="364" width="445"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2wk4Z936BvE&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2wk4Z936BvE&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;"><strong>O Espírito</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><strong>A morte, não é o fim da vida!</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><strong>No Céu, VIVE a essência do SER,</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><strong>O ESPÍRITO, transforma a VIDA ...</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><strong>A ESPIRITUALIDADE, a essência</strong></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><strong>No Céu, VIVE e muda d'aparência,</strong></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><strong>O ESPÍRITO, regista TOD'O SABER!...</strong></span></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Franck P_LavD</span></strong></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><em>Direitos de Autor</em></span></strong></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://s519.photobucket.com/albums/u353/elsis2008/?action=view&amp;current=171152oiaga56vct.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i519.photobucket.com/albums/u353/elsis2008/171152oiaga56vct.gif" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-1104208302893701726?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-85903141171537453582010-01-23T18:40:00.000Z2010-01-23T18:40:28.309Z<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/S1s0-kWcHvI/AAAAAAAAAxY/L5RcbYQg8zw/s1600-h/IMAG0063+-+3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/S1s0-kWcHvI/AAAAAAAAAxY/L5RcbYQg8zw/s400/IMAG0063+-+3.JPG" width="345" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;"><strong>CONSOLAR A DOR</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Presente o AMOR!</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">AMOR!... Presente flor</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Vai consolar a dor...</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Ser morto...</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Com compaixão</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Foi posto</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">No caixão...</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Sofre d'AMOR,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Dor de grande paixão,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Coração chora de dor...</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Presente o AMOR!</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Sobre a paixão</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Coroa em flor, </span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Vai lúgubre o AMOR...</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Vai consolar a dor...</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Vai&nbsp;morar ao calor,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Vai murchar a flor...</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Cai o AMOR!... Fica a dor...</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">FrancK P_LavD</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Direitos de Autor</span></em></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-8590314117153745358?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-55051046478711595162010-01-14T18:52:00.000Z2010-01-14T18:52:31.148Z<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/S09ZozO9PuI/AAAAAAAAAwA/BF8VuIzh4WA/s1600-h/%C3%89VORA+TEMPO+DIANA+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/S09ZozO9PuI/AAAAAAAAAwA/BF8VuIzh4WA/s400/%C3%89VORA+TEMPO+DIANA+2.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">MINHA TERRA</span></strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>Com doze anos vou trabalhar,</strong></span><br /></div><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>Nunca fui contrariado,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>Começo na "Papelaria Gaspar",</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>Na Praça do Geraldo!</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>Évora, de muitos cantos,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>Cidade de muitos artistas,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>Lá vivi &nbsp;meus encantos,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>Com espírito de artista!</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>É a Praça do Geraldo,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>O centro das atenções, </strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>Era muito engraçado,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>Ver os lavradores de safões!</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>Histórica cidade é,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>Muitos monumentos tem,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>Aos touros, dizem: OLÉ!!...</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>Quando na feira tem!</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>FrancK P_LavD</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong><em>DIREITOS DE AUTOR</em></strong></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><strong>*</strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">* *</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">&nbsp;* * * *&nbsp;</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/S09e2nBwZxI/AAAAAAAAAwI/5RjUbx0ByOQ/s1600-h/Programa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/S09e2nBwZxI/AAAAAAAAAwI/5RjUbx0ByOQ/s400/Programa.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: orange; font-size: x-large;">RECORDAÇÕES - I</span></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: orange;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Por mar, muitos dias viajei,</span></strong></span><br /></div><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>Os ares, em voo, cruzei,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>Por muitos países passei!...</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>Num transatlântico a navegar,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>Saí de Lisboa com sol a brilhar,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>Em Luanda fui desembarcar!</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>Voar, sempre foi o meu sonho,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>De África prà Europa muito voei,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>A Lisboa cheguei, com ar risonho!</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>Pela Europa muito andei,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>Cultura, História e Arte, respirei,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>Nos Alpes com muito frio esquiei!</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>De Lisboa prò Brasil fui levado,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>O Atlântico muitas vezes atravessei,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>Já estava tudo predestinado!...</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>FrancK P_LavD</strong></span><br /><br /><em><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>DIREITOS DE AUTOR</strong></span></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">*</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">* * </span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">* * * *</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/S09gYIij-eI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/WP_xBYK7nBY/s1600-h/1825412_178665-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/S09gYIij-eI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/WP_xBYK7nBY/s400/1825412_178665-5.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;"><strong>O MAR NOS SEPARA</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: lime;"><strong>Em Junho, as Festas de Lisboa,</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: lime;"><strong>As marchas desfilam na Avenida,</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: lime;"><strong>Noivas de Stº. António na Igreja,</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: lime;"><strong>Vinho, sardinhas e o Fado de Lisboa!</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: lime;"><strong>Lisboa das sete colinas,</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: lime;"><strong>Há muito não me tinhas,</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: lime;"><strong>Em tuas ruas estreitinhas,</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: lime;"><strong>Cravos e manjericos tinhas!...</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: lime;"><strong>Olhares perdidos, melancólicos,</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: lime;"><strong>Nas ruas andam vagueando,</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: lime;"><strong>Cada vez, se vêem mais alcoólicos,</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: lime;"><strong>Na solidão, se vão atormentando!</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: lime;"><strong>Muita coisa pra reconstruir,</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: lime;"><strong>Nesta cidade antiga e cansada, </strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: lime;"><strong>Muita gente anda a pedir,</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: lime;"><strong>Miséria e fome, não passava!...</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: lime;"><strong>Lisboa, já não tens o mesmo cheiro,</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: lime;"><strong>Que outrora pairava no ar,</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: lime;"><strong>Plas ruas, sem-abrigos o tempo inteiro, </strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: lime;"><strong>Maus cheiros se sente ao passar!...</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: lime;"><strong>Esperava que neste antigo País,</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: lime;"><strong>Tudo tivesse melhorado,</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: lime;"><strong>Pra se viver, muito mais, feliz,</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: lime;"><strong>Que nos tempos do passado!...</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: lime;"><strong>Saudades do Mundo Novo,</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: lime;"><strong>Dos tempos que eu cá vinha,</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: lime;"><strong>O Samba, alegria do seu Povo,</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: lime;"><strong>Da vida, que eu lá tinha!...</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: lime;"><strong>BRASIL, o único no mundo,</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: lime;"><strong>No réveillon muita luz cintilante,</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: lime;"><strong>Tens os maiores espectáculos do mundo,</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: lime;"><strong>Um Carnaval Deslumbrante!...</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: lime;"><strong>FrancK P_LavD</strong></span><br /></div><br /><span style="color: lime;"><strong><em>DIREITOS DE AUTOR</em></strong></span><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-5505104647871159516?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-47087220861740931362010-01-09T17:27:00.000Z2010-01-09T17:27:11.294Z<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/S0izUbg3TaI/AAAAAAAAAvI/62ONInEggTg/s1600-h/IMAG0013+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/S0izUbg3TaI/AAAAAAAAAvI/62ONInEggTg/s400/IMAG0013+(2).JPG" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;"><strong>NOSTALGIA</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: white; font-size: large;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Certo dia...</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Bateu-me à porta</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Uma silhueta fria...</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: white;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Quem és tu?</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">-Não tenho memória</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Da perdida glória!...</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: white;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">-Sem alegria,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Sem via, estou</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">desnorteada&nbsp;no dia...</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: white;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">A noite passou</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">D'olhos fixos no céu...</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">A saudade... comigo ficou!...</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: white;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Consolei a nostalgia,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">A glória voltou!</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">A tristeza sucumbia...</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: white;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: white;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">FrancK P_LavD</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: white; font-size: xx-small;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Direitos de Autor</span></em></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="color: white; font-size: xx-small;">*</span></em></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="color: white; font-size: xx-small;">*</span></em></strong><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-4708722086174093136?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-62800936498222954442009-11-26T19:24:00.049Z2010-01-05T02:11:19.580Z<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Sw7WsgOer_I/AAAAAAAAAlc/olYiC89DtZs/s1600/BOAS+FESTAS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Sw7WsgOer_I/AAAAAAAAAlc/olYiC89DtZs/s640/BOAS+FESTAS.jpg" yr="true" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">O ESPÍRITO NATALÍCIO</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: white; font-size: x-small;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Anunciou o nascimento</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Do Messias... O Menino Jesus,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">A estrela no firmamento</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Brilhando, na noite de Luz.</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: white; font-size: x-small;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">As igrejas, estão repletas d'amor...</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Com fé, na Missa do Galo, se festeja</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">O Nascimento de Jesus!... Ao Redentor</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Rezam, e cantam hinos de louvor...</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: white; font-size: x-small;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Bela noite, de forte aliança,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Noite bela, d'amor a Jesus,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Bela noite, de esperança,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Noite bela, de Paz e Luz...</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: white; font-size: x-small;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">É tempo de festejar...</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">É&nbsp;a linda noite de Natal,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">É a família ao jantar e ao cear</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">A contar estórias de Natal...</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: white; font-size: x-small;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Muito frio, nesta noite de magia,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Mesa farta, com boa comida,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Noite d'amor e muit'alegria,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Brilha, enfeitada, Árvore colorida.</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: white; font-size: x-small;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">A Árvore está iluminada,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">É o fascínio dos presentes,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">É a&nbsp;noite santa, eis a consoada...</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Alguém... Está ausente!?...</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: white; font-size: x-small;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Quão... Se lembram?!...</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Que há indigentes nas ruas!...<br />Quão tristes!... Se alembram</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Que há famílias... Suas!...</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: white; font-size: x-small;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Deslumbrante,&nbsp;nas ruas,&nbsp;brilho das&nbsp;luzes!...</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Estão ao abandono em muitas ruas</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Seres perdidos, perturbados, sem luzes,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Estão em guetos promíscuos, nas ruas!...</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: white; font-size: x-small;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Quão pessoas?!... Com AMOR se dão...</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Deixam o conforto de suas casas,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Com comida e ALEGRIA, eles vão</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Consolar, aqueles que nas ruas estão!...</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: white; font-size: x-small;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">O Espírito, vivo, Natalício...</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Só se vive dois dias no ano,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">O Mundo festivo e enobrecido</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Deveria vivê-lo todos os dias do ano!</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: white; font-size: x-small;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: white; font-size: x-small;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">FrancK P_LavD</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: white; font-size: x-small;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Direitos de Autor</span></em></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: white; font-size: x-small;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: white; font-size: x-small;">**</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: white; font-size: x-small;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><em>Desejo a todos os Seguidores,</em></span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><em><span style="color: white; font-size: x-small;">*</span>&nbsp;</em></span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><em>Amigos e visitantes deste blogue,</em></span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: white; font-size: large;">*</span></em></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Um Natal Abençoado de Paz e Luz</span></em></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: white; font-size: large;">*</span></em></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">e</span></em></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: white; font-size: large;">*</span></em></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Um Próspero Ano Novo</span></em></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: white; font-size: large;">*</span></em></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Com saúde e muitas alegrias!</span></em></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: white; font-size: x-small;">*</span></em></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: white; font-size: x-small;">*</span></em></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>FrancK P_LavD</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-6280093649822295444?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com93tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-4428996113155173152009-11-23T17:32:00.000Z2009-11-23T17:32:46.872Z<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Swq5LVnP4SI/AAAAAAAAAks/PueQdoe_hYs/s1600/N%C2%AA.+Senhora+de+F%C3%A1tima.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Swq5LVnP4SI/AAAAAAAAAks/PueQdoe_hYs/s400/N%C2%AA.+Senhora+de+F%C3%A1tima.JPG" yr="true" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;NARCISA</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: white; font-size: x-small;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">De narciso nada tem,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Físico dolente, massacrado</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Espera a morte, zangado</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Revoltado do mal que tem!</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: white; font-size: x-small;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Narcisa, padecer porquê?</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Rejeitar tratamento não,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">O alívio, às dores, te dão,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Digna, de melhor perecer, sê!</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: white; font-size: x-small;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">O espírito está perturbado,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Do sofrimento está refém,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Azarado e acorrentado!</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: white; font-size: x-small;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Karma do mal, é!... Castigo não!!</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Doença terminal, mágoa te vê,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">A DEUS, por ti velo em ORAÇÃO!</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><strong>FrancK P_LavD</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: white; font-size: x-small;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Direitos de Autor</span></em></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="color: white; font-size: x-small;">*</span></em></strong><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-442899611315517315?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com46tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-76299713142352835752009-11-19T17:18:00.073Z2009-11-19T22:53:06.878Z<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d9ead3; font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Sv7thPJ4nxI/AAAAAAAAAhA/5kT07Ki7-pM/s1600-h/Pal%C3%A1cio+Avenida.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Sv7thPJ4nxI/AAAAAAAAAhA/5kT07Ki7-pM/s400/Pal%C3%A1cio+Avenida.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>&nbsp;<strong>Palácio Avenida, Natal de 1998 </strong></em></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em><strong>Curitiba PR - Brasil</strong></em></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d9ead3; font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d9ead3; font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">CIDADE LUZ</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #d9ead3; font-size: x-small;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><strong>Largo da<span style="color: blue;"> </span><span style="color: #990000;">Ordem</span></strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><strong>Ao Domingo, </strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><strong>Bariguí, São Lourenço</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><strong>E as Festas de São Francisco!</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #d9ead3; font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><strong>A Cidade Luz anuncia!...</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Palácio Avenida ilumina</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">A Rua XV, os Natais festeja</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Entoando hinos de alegria!</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #d9ead3; font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Curitiba, Cidade Ecológica,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Serra do Mar e Maria Fumaça,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Bem alta, moderna e organizada,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Orgulho prò Governo de Brasília!</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #d9ead3; font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Vida Social mui animada,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Duma Cidade Cosmopolita,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Festas de muita Elegância,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Europeia a sua descendência!...</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #d9ead3; font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Famosas e Glamourosas,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Saem nas Colunas Sociais,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Muitos talentos pontuam,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Nas revistas e jornais!</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #d9ead3; font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Nas Festas dos Trezentos Anos</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">De Curitiba, tinham&nbsp;grandes arraiais!</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Na Catedral, todos os dias rezam</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">A Nª. SENHORA DA LUZ DOS PINHAIS!</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #d9ead3; font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #d9ead3; font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">FrancK P_Lavd</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #d9ead3; font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Direitos de Autor</span></em></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #d9ead3; font-size: x-small;"><strong>*</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #d9ead3; font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /><em><span style="font-size: large;">Vídeo da</span></em><span style="font-size: large;"> <em>Serra do Mar em Curitiba - PR - Brasil</em></span></strong><br /></div><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JUNH09pqUdg&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JUNH09pqUdg&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><span style="color: #d9ead3;"><strong>*</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #d9ead3;"><strong>*</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-7629971314235283575?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-70018711343238878512009-11-13T17:08:00.001Z2011-01-27T13:55:57.131Z<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Sv1_xz0qz9I/AAAAAAAAAgo/ybvtuyWETPE/s1600-h/Eu+,+primos+e+tios.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Sv1_xz0qz9I/AAAAAAAAAgo/ybvtuyWETPE/s400/Eu+,+primos+e+tios.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Sv2AuMAqrYI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Ynl-4-66M4c/s1600-h/Av%C3%B3s+Parreira+e+eu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Sv2AuMAqrYI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Ynl-4-66M4c/s640/Av%C3%B3s+Parreira+e+eu.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan; font-size: x-large;">SAUDADES DA INFÂNCIA</span></strong><span style="color: cyan;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: cyan;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: xx-small;"></span><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"><strong>A semente germe o trigo,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"><strong>A infância o indivíduo,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"><strong>Saudades daquele monte antigo!</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"><strong>A casa regressávamos... Não parava!</strong></span><br /><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"><strong>Com cansaço ficou entorpecido,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: cyan;"><strong>A cavalo,</strong> <strong>com meu avô, galopava!</strong></span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"><strong>Meu avô, do vinho, muito gostava!</strong></span><br /><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"><strong>Nesse dia no riacho caímos,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"><strong>No cavalo, já não se equilibrava!</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"><strong>Entre montes e barrancos corria,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: cyan;"><strong>No Alentejo</strong> <strong>que me viu crescer,</strong></span></span><br /><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"><strong>Ao longe, via os touros e fugia!</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"><strong>Junto de meus avós, meses passei,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"><strong>Atrás dos pintos, de vara andava,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"><strong>de tanta traquinice, alguns matava!</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"><strong>Quando, ao longe, a minha mãe avistei,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"><strong>Não sabia, o que fazer e lhe dizer,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"><strong>Atrás d'uma porta, os mortos, fui esconder!</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: cyan;"><strong>No casamento de</strong> <strong>tia "Táta" chorei!</strong></span></span><br /><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"><strong>Com cinco anos de idade, até pulei,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"><strong>Os dedos, na porta do carro, lá entalei!</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"><strong>Gostoso o pão e bolos que avó fazia,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"><strong>Ao pequeno-almoço até me lambia,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"><strong>Até o café, ferrado com brasa, bebia!</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"><strong>Há luz da candeia, à mesa jantava,</strong></span><br /><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"><strong>Na noite de Natal, à lareira ficava,</strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"><strong>De manhã, no sapatinho, lá a prenda estava!</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"><strong>Aos serões, corria prà casa da malta, </strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"><strong>Ouvia contadores de histórias inventadas,</strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"><strong>Com medo ficava, fugia logo da malta!</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"><strong>Saudades dos aromas do campo,</strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"><strong>Da roseira, alecrim, rosmaninho</strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: cyan;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>E daquele, antigo, monte Alentejano!</strong></span><span style="font-size: xx-small;">*</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"><strong>FrancK P_LavD</strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;">Direitos de Autor</span></em></strong><br /><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Sv2P7W_jDtI/AAAAAAAAAg4/dTraVvQKPlk/s1600-h/3695321349_7df6ebe726_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Sv2P7W_jDtI/AAAAAAAAAg4/dTraVvQKPlk/s400/3695321349_7df6ebe726_m.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-7001871134323887851?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-45985846455893171232009-11-06T17:15:00.000Z2009-11-06T17:15:27.178Z<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/SvRM6oJFqsI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/6jMcrvDDZxw/s1600-h/CHIADO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/SvRM6oJFqsI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/6jMcrvDDZxw/s400/CHIADO.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: purple;"><strong>OLHAR APAGADO</strong></span></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Coração fraco que bate,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">O peito dolente, nem sabe...</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Máquina que faz... Tiquetaque,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Tempo de vida, quem sabe !?...</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Já velho e muito cansado,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Vagueando nas ruas está...</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Pulsando&nbsp;aquele ser arruinado,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Motor, com dor e fome estará !...</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Na pele, frisada cadente,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">O vento, velozmente, bate</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Na vida, de quem nada sabe.</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Já caído,&nbsp;Físico desacordado,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Pálido rosto, corpo frio está,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Lágrima, cai do olhar apagado...</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">FrancK P_LavD</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Direitos de Autor</span></em></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-4598584645589317123?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-73961306924724581872009-11-04T00:20:00.000Z2009-11-04T00:20:04.715Z<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Su3GATSqFEI/AAAAAAAAAfo/PmaC1XpSayg/s1600-h/FRANK+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Su3GATSqFEI/AAAAAAAAAfo/PmaC1XpSayg/s640/FRANK+001.jpg" vr="true" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;SEXAGÉSIMO PRIMEIRO </span>ANIVERSÁRIO</strong></span></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Francisco, do meu avô paterno foi herdado,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Com este nome, logo fui, na Sé Baptizado,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Aos doze anos, na Igreja do Carmo, fui Crismado,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Preces a Deus, por mim todos os dias louvado!</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">É o meu sexagésimo primeiro aniversário,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">À vida de braços abertos me entreguei,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Com felicidade enraizada neste santuário,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Presenteado por todos que sempre amei!</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Pais, gostaria&nbsp;o aniversariante vos abraçar,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Homenagear-vos com o marco do ser que sou,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Nos&nbsp;vossos etéreos corações reside&nbsp;o meu&nbsp;amar,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">A Paz e Luz, na adoração ao Santíssimo, vos dou!</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Até ao presente ano... Sorrindo cheguei!</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Por caminhos empedrados muito vagueei,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Vivendo dias e dias que jamais imaginei,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Prò ano, neste mundo, ainda aqui estarei !!...</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Ao Supremo... Em seu Reino vou agradecer,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">As Bênçãos dos anos que foram vividos!</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Gostaria, de muitos mais anos, bem viver,</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">A DEUS... Faço os meus humildes pedidos !...</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">04/11/09 &nbsp;~&nbsp; 61º. Aniversário</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Franck P_LavD</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Direitos de Autor</span></em></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;">*</span></em></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;">*</span></em></strong><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-7396130692472458187?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-2674271228985854012009-10-23T19:05:00.001+01:002009-10-24T03:03:46.871+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/SuHPmp7lB8I/AAAAAAAAAbU/HPR_k_exvww/s1600-h/Jamaica+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/SuHPmp7lB8I/AAAAAAAAAbU/HPR_k_exvww/s640/Jamaica+4.jpg" vr="true" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/SuHQ4IF2DXI/AAAAAAAAAbc/9QFnPqy4New/s1600-h/Sereia-Mulher+desnuda+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/SuHQ4IF2DXI/AAAAAAAAAbc/9QFnPqy4New/s640/Sereia-Mulher+desnuda+001.jpg" vr="true" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>O CANTO DA SEREIA</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ao Luar, o mar contemplava!</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ouvi... O canto da Sereia,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nas águas... Ela dançava...</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fiquei, encantado na areia...</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Longa noite ao luar,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Esperando o mistério...</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">À beira-mar, fiquei&nbsp;a olhar,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ouvi... O som do Saltério...</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Horas passei... Sentado na areia,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">A Sereia vi, um pouco, longe!</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lancei... Às águas, grã-teia,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">A Sereia... Fugiu, mais pra longe...</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Cintilante o seu belo corpo,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Emergido das cristalinas águas...</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Esbelto e atraente corpo</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Prateado, nas agitadas águas...</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Enfeitiça, a dança, da Sereia,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Balança o corpo nas águas...</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ao som do Saltério e Harpa-eólia,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Cantando, vai&nbsp;a Sereia, sem mágoas...</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">É a Pérola dos Mares!</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Surge na crista da onda...</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fascínio em noites de Luares,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Brilhando recostada com pompa...</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Senti... Mavioso o seu canto,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Encheu, meu coração d'amor...</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fiquei, perplexo d'encanto,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Irradiei... Um estranho calor!...</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Amor, presente de magia...</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sereia leva-me contigo,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ficarei louco d'alegria</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sem medo do teu perigo!...</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Franck P_LavD</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">Direitos de Autor</span></em></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-267427122898585401?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com45tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-51213807439581607832009-10-16T17:27:00.001+01:002010-10-25T18:09:35.386+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/StiN829Ae5I/AAAAAAAAAVo/PtCA2z4bZ0o/s400/IMAG0001.JPG" vr="true" /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">AMIZADE</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime;">Amigo,&nbsp;fica&nbsp;no peito!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime;">Será como uma flor,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime;">Tratá-lo com jeito</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime;">Guardá-lo com amor!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime;">Amizade, trará amor puro</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime;">De muito cedo floresce,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime;">Fortalece coração já maduro,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime;">Com Deus, no amor permanece!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime;">Amizade, d'espírito satisfeito,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime;">No celeiro Divino uma flor</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime;">Regada com energia d'amor!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime;">Amigo, semeia a felicidade,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime;">Luz, contigo até à eternidade,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime;">Oferece teu ombro à amizade!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">FrancK P_LavD</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Direitos de Autor</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/TMW3YTF3O3I/AAAAAAAABfw/9QiapXp_lZU/s1600/klimt-gustav-mother-and-child.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/TMW3YTF3O3I/AAAAAAAABfw/9QiapXp_lZU/s400/klimt-gustav-mother-and-child.jpg" width="318" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">AFEIÇÃO </span></strong></div><strong><span style="color: lime;"></span></strong><br /><strong><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></span></div></strong><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime;">Afeição, sublime declaração: </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime;">Ó DEUS! Dê-lhes a eternidade!... </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime;">Seres de bem e especiais, vocês são, </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime;">Tenho pelas naturezas, sincera amizade! </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br /><span style="color: lime;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime;">Guardando-vos no lado esquerdo do peito, </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime;">Assim narro no meu Soneto Amizade, </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime;">Recebam o meu carinho aqui feito, </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime;">Assim como rima, a declarada afeição! </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: lime;"></span><strong>&nbsp;</strong><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">FrancK P_LavD </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;"><em>Direitos de Autor</em></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: lime;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-5121380743958160783?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-37504602544402615592009-10-10T17:03:00.000+01:002009-10-10T17:03:20.064+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/StCpQj4z4ZI/AAAAAAAAAUk/hYceMHcZYFQ/s1600-h/Solid%C3%A3o+-+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/StCpQj4z4ZI/AAAAAAAAAUk/hYceMHcZYFQ/s400/Solid%C3%A3o+-+1.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="font-size: x-small;">Dedico este&nbsp;Soneto, a quem não encontrou alma gémea e sofre de solidão</span></strong></em><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">*</span></em></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">*</span></em></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; SOLIDÃO</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-small;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-small;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Alma gémea,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Procurei, procurei!...</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Alma gémea,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Não encontrei!...</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pra sempre só!...</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">No peito um nó,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">De mim não tenham dó!</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Só?!... Com Deus, mas só!...</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Depressão, não é tristeza!</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">A dor que não aguentei,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">É estado d'alma, de certeza!...</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Na solidão, cansaço apreensivo,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Escuridão entre quatro paredes,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Choro sim!...&nbsp; A vida que não vivo!...</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>FrancK LavD</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">Direitos de Autor</span></em></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-3750460254440261559?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-70635770634629126192009-10-06T13:56:00.000+01:002009-10-06T13:56:00.636+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>*</strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>*</strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>HOMENAGEM À DIVA DO FADO</strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/SssyZKOuqjI/AAAAAAAAAUI/hVyhaaRpiLU/s1600-h/PANTE%C3%83O+NACIONAL+IMAG0041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/SssyZKOuqjI/AAAAAAAAAUI/hVyhaaRpiLU/s400/PANTE%C3%83O+NACIONAL+IMAG0041.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Panteão Nacional<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>A NOSSA RAINHA DO FADO COROADA! </strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">*<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">*<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Amália com a sua voz inconfundível,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">No Mundo inteiro foi sempre aclamada,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Não passou, por esta vida, invisível,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Foi a nossa Rainha do Fado coroada!</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">*<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Na Homenagem no dia do seu funeral,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Gemiam guitarras, no cortejo, ao passar,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Na transladação para o Panteão Nacional,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lisboa, cabisbaixa e triste, rápido a viu passar!</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">*<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hoje faz dez anos, da sua lamentável partida,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Amália, memoriável voz cantava e encantava,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Em tod' o Mundo, elegantes salas repletas a aplaudir,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Presente e&nbsp;Viva!...&nbsp; No coração de Portugal, a cantar e a sorrir!</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Sss5-1AQ1RI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/aSKJeZtmLdk/s1600-h/IMAG0064++++ROSAS.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Sss5-1AQ1RI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/aSKJeZtmLdk/s400/IMAG0064++++ROSAS.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">*<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">*<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">FrancK LavD</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">*<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">Direitos de Autor</span></em></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><strong>*</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-small;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-7063577063462912619?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-51061524384205224712009-10-04T00:11:00.000+01:002009-10-04T00:11:09.873+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em>*</em></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/SsfFQPs2yAI/AAAAAAAAAQI/AdeerTt9VDY/s1600-h/Mendigos+%C3%A0+sa%C3%ADda+do+metro+de+Lisboa.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/SsfFQPs2yAI/AAAAAAAAAQI/AdeerTt9VDY/s400/Mendigos+%C3%A0+sa%C3%ADda+do+metro+de+Lisboa.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-small;">Acampamento de mendigos em Lisboa</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em>*</em></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em>*</em></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;O POETA</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">*<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">O&nbsp;poeta lamenta a dor</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Que os outros sentem,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">É sofrimento que vem,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Momento com amargo sabor.</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">*<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tem grande sensibilidade,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Vive a vida com muit' amor,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sente&nbsp;tanta dificuldade</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">De ficar alheio&nbsp;à sangrenta dor.</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">*<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">O poeta escreve e mui sofre,</span><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Alerta o povo que à mesa come,</span><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Quanta gente, mui, mui pobre</span><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Morre no mundo, ainda com fome!</span><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">*<br /></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ele é precursor do AMOR,</span><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">De fortes emoções, e mui escreve</span><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Gritando&nbsp;ao mundo o horror,</span><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">De haver povos com imensa DOR!</span><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">*<br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Na alma ele sente a dor,</span><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Seu coração chora d'amor,</span><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Seus olhos vêem tanto horror,</span><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">O mundo em estado de desamor.</span><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">*<br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Escreve sobre a tristeza,</span><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Horas de enorme angústia,</span><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Escreve sobre a alegria,</span><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Seu coração feliz nesse dia!...</span><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">*<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/SsfPITi3jFI/AAAAAAAAAQY/q1TzfleUrBs/s1600-h/IMAG0063+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/SsfPITi3jFI/AAAAAAAAAQY/q1TzfleUrBs/s320/IMAG0063+(2).JPG" /></a><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">*<br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>FrancK LavD</strong></span><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">*<br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><em><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Direitos de Autor</strong></span></em><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>*</em><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-5106152438420522471?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-74547842320878458872009-09-26T17:48:00.000+01:002009-09-26T17:48:29.681+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>*</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Sr4tPPVtT_I/AAAAAAAAAP4/VZyN8Ue6jOU/s1600-h/IMAG0016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Sr4tPPVtT_I/AAAAAAAAAP4/VZyN8Ue6jOU/s400/IMAG0016.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>*</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Fado:</span></em></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>*</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">POR BECOS E RUELAS</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">* </span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Perdido por becos e ruelas,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Procuro-te por tod' Alfama,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Quero-te ver naquela janela,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Triste coração de quem te ama!</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">O fado castiço vou cantar,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Na taberna da Ginjinha,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">A garganta vou molhar,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Bebendo vinho pla canequinha!</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tantas longas noites de boémia,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Vagueando plas ruas d' Alfama,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Com saudades da minha Fidalguia,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Das noites, quentes, na tua cama!</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Quero-te ver naquela janela,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Triste coração de quem te ama,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Perdido por becos e ruelas,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Procuro-te por tod' Alfama!</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ainda sinto aquela chama,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dos tempos daquelas paradas,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Triste está quem te ama,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nesta noite de guitarradas!</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Quero afastar a tristeza,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">À Beira-Tejo me vou sentar,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lá mato a saudade, com certeza,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dos desejos loucos, na tua cama deitar!</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Triste coração de quem te ama,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Quero-te ver naquela janela,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Procuro-te por tod' Alfama,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Perdido por becos e ruelas!</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">*</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Sr49mqkgzQI/AAAAAAAAAQA/5MKr-cJQyJk/s1600-h/IMAG0024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Sr49mqkgzQI/AAAAAAAAAQA/5MKr-cJQyJk/s400/IMAG0024.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>*</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>FrancK LavD</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Direitos de Autor</span></em></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></em></strong><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-7454784232087845887?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-16380038379346665882009-09-20T00:29:00.001+01:002009-09-20T00:49:59.158+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/SrVcNPzN8qI/AAAAAAAAAPw/_gSHyFTOJOs/s1600-h/IMAG0014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/SrVcNPzN8qI/AAAAAAAAAPw/_gSHyFTOJOs/s400/IMAG0014.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"><strong></strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>*</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>*</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">FIM AO TERRORISMO!</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>*</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">De manhã quando à rua saí,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pouca gente andava por ali,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hora de ponta!&nbsp; Pouco trânsito?...</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fiquei parado de espanto!...</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>*</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">No parque, a patinar, estava,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sem saber o que se passava,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Longo dia de terror começava!</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Quanta gente agonizava?!...</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Quando parei de patinar,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">No bar sentei-me a descansar,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">A notícia estava no ar,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Vi na TV!...&nbsp; Comecei a chorar!...</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Dois aviões</strong> adentraram,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>As Torres&nbsp;desmoronaram,</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Todo o Mundo espantaram,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Muitos horrores presenciaram!...</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Seita!...</strong> Organização de perigosos,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Milhares de pessoas mataram!...</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Homicidas, fanáticos religiosos,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>DEUS, famílias e vidas NÃO AMARAM!...</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Desde esse dia o Mundo mudou,</strong></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mas não eliminou o extremismo,</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ele, por tod'o Mundo Continuou!...</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Todos gritam!&nbsp; FIM AO TERRORISMO !!...</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Franck LavD</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">DIREITOS DE AUTOR</span></em></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></em></strong><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></em></strong><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-1638003837934666588?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-73783662420280293402009-09-13T17:12:00.000+01:002009-09-13T17:12:58.767+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Sq0JS6jveeI/AAAAAAAAAMo/tNU7xVGoeKU/s1600-h/Citt%C3%A0+del+Vaticano+++++ROMA+-++001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Sq0JS6jveeI/AAAAAAAAAMo/tNU7xVGoeKU/s400/Citt%C3%A0+del+Vaticano+++++ROMA+-++001.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>*</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Sq0KiE20LCI/AAAAAAAAAMw/jBKe5s1L_bE/s1600-h/JO%C3%83O+PAULO+II+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" mq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Sq0KiE20LCI/AAAAAAAAAMw/jBKe5s1L_bE/s400/JO%C3%83O+PAULO+II+001.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Sq0K467pl5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/g_xyDZaILuc/s1600-h/JO%C3%83O+PAULO+II+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" mq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Sq0K467pl5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/g_xyDZaILuc/s400/JO%C3%83O+PAULO+II+002.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>*</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Sq0L3ZLv85I/AAAAAAAAANA/gq--dJZiHLU/s1600-h/Nossa+Senhora+de+F%C3%A1tima+-+Capelinha+das+Apari%C3%A7%C3%B5es.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" mq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Sq0L3ZLv85I/AAAAAAAAANA/gq--dJZiHLU/s400/Nossa+Senhora+de+F%C3%A1tima+-+Capelinha+das+Apari%C3%A7%C3%B5es.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">JOÃO PAULO II</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">No dia treze de Maio,</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">A bala, no peito, acertou,</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">João Paulo, teve um desmaio,</span></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Feriu-o!...&nbsp; Mas não o matou!</span></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>*</strong></span></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">A menina, olhou de encanto,</span></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Batina Branca, sangue marcou,</span></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Veio ao Mundo, pra ser&nbsp;um</span><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;Santo,</span></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Países onde pregou, o chão beijou!</span></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>*</strong></span></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Na Praça de São Pedro, houve um Milagre!</span></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nossa Senhora de Fátima, o salvou,</span></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Veio agradecer, a Fátima, o Milagre,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Na Coroa da Virgem, a bala colocou!</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>*</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">O turco, na prisão, confessou!</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Qual das duas!...&nbsp; Foi a origem da acção?</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Mão de outra Religião?...&nbsp; Ou de espião?!</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Com a sua Bondade, o turco perdoou!</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>*</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Muitos anos, servindo a DEUS, ficou!</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">João Paulo Segundo, a Santidade,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Apesar da sua doença, firme ficou!...</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">ESPÍRITO DE GRANDE HUMILDADE!</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>*</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Na Praça de São Pedro, estava presente!</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Após longos dias, d'agonia, descansou,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">O Mundo mui triste...&nbsp;&nbsp;Mui triste ficou!</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">ESPÍRITO DE LUZ!&nbsp; VIVERÁ ETERNAMENTE! ...</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>*</strong></span></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Sq0Sj31wVUI/AAAAAAAAANI/T9yTATcnj68/s1600-h/Catedral+de+S.+Pedro+-+Roma+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" mq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Sq0Sj31wVUI/AAAAAAAAANI/T9yTATcnj68/s400/Catedral+de+S.+Pedro+-+Roma+004.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Franck LavD</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">DIREITOS DE AUTOR</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-7378366242028029340?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-19352098234810332482009-09-09T12:51:00.000+01:002009-09-09T12:51:23.675+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">*</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">*</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/SqeCg65fU5I/AAAAAAAAAMY/0yqsWbnM3J8/s1600-h/IMAG0005+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" mq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/SqeCg65fU5I/AAAAAAAAAMY/0yqsWbnM3J8/s400/IMAG0005+(2).JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>*</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>*</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: x-large;">NOITE DE SANTO ANTÓNIO</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>*</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mês de Junho, as Festas de Lisboa,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Desfilam as marchas na Avenida</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">E as Noivas de Santo António,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Honras a Santo António de Lisboa!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>*</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Há gente de tod'a Lisboa,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Está repleta a Avenida,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Gente linda, gente boa,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lá vão... As marchas de Lisboa!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>*</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">É Lisboa com Santo António,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Desfilando na Avenida,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Na noite de Santo António,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ela é muito mais bonita!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>*</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Colorido, arcos e balões,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Encanto dos marchantes,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Energias de foliões,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Alegrias contagiantes!<strong></strong><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>*</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Cantam a Santo António,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lisboa está em festa,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Noivas de Santo António,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fazem parte da festa!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>*</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">A Canção de Lisboa,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">É homenageada,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">É o Fado de Lisboa,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Na garganta afinada!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>*</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lisboa está agitada,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Os bairros em competição,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Vai até de madrugada,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">É a nossa tradição!...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>*</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">As marchas deram,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Encanto na Avenida,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ansiosas esperam,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">A vitória merecida!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>*</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Arraiais, cravos e manjericos,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fitas, balões e quadras populares,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Muitos foliões nos bairros históricos,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Brilham, trajes das marchas populares!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>*</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nos bairros históricos,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mui gente, gente apressada,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Grande noite de bailaricos,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mui vinho e sardinha assada!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>*</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Santo António de Lisboa,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Alfama e Lisboa o viu nascer,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Louvemos o Santo! Gente Boa!!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Cantemos até ao amanhecer!...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>*</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">A Cidade de Lisboa acordará,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Da longa noite festejada,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Maravilhoso Sol brilhará,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Na sua belíssima calçada!...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>*</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dia treze, dia de Santo António,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lisboa está com muit' animação,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ornamentação no andor de Santo António,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Alfama verá a Belíssima Procissão!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>*</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">FrancK LavD</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>*</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em><span style="font-size: large;">POEMA INÉDITO***DIREITOS DE AUTOR</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></strong></div></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-1935209823481033248?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-91399494082677106862009-09-03T12:41:00.000+01:002009-09-03T12:41:54.268+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">*</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Sp-kLvyvciI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/NXj8BmEDiAg/s1600-h/CARRO+DO+FADO+-+IMAG0071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" lk="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Sp-kLvyvciI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/NXj8BmEDiAg/s400/CARRO+DO+FADO+-+IMAG0071.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">*</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">*</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">GRANDE FADISTA POETA!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">*</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Som entoante, vibrante</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Da viola e da guitarra,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Há muito sou amante,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Da vida boémia e bizarra.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">*</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">O meu coração chora,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">O AMOR canta com ardor,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">O Fado tanto o consola,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Caem lágrimas com sabor.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">*</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">O AMOR quero sempre cantar,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Levar ao Mundo este estilo,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Os Países com ele encantar,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Cantar com rubra rosa no peitilho.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">*</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">AMOR, brota no meu coração,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Saudade, não leva pra longe o vento,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Rosa, és sempre a minha perdição,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lágrimas, estão perdidas no tempo.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">*</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Coração, viola e guitarra, a cantar</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">No luz-que-fusco a minha silhueta,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">O meu&nbsp;vozeirão vibrante a encantar,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Estilo d'um Grande Fadista Poeta!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">*</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong>FrancK LavD</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">*</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><em>POEMA INÉDITO***DIREITOS DE AUTOR</em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">*</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-9139949408267710686?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-10532355215043196172009-08-29T01:41:00.008+01:002009-08-29T02:05:24.259+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Sphx3k7MmnI/AAAAAAAAAMA/D7esjvShjnQ/s1600-h/ROSAS+++++IMAG0062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" lk="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Sphx3k7MmnI/AAAAAAAAAMA/D7esjvShjnQ/s400/ROSAS+++++IMAG0062.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">És a mais bela flor,</span></div><span style="font-size: large;">Crescida no meu jardim</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Tens a mais linda cor,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Quero-te sempre pra mim!</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">*</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">És Rosa... Formosa flor</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Desta roseira sem fim,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Teu perfume, nobre da cor,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Envolvendo-me no jardim!</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">*</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Tua&nbsp;beleza flor, bem d'AMOR!</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Rosa rubro, Rosa branca,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">És formosa em qualquer cor!...</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">*</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Na roseira, sempre muda!</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">As pétalas choram de dor,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Rega!!... O símbolo d'AMOR!...</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">*</span><br />FrancK LavD<br /><em><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></em><br /><em>POEMA INÉDITO***DIREITO DE AUTOR</em><br /><em><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-1053235521504319617?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-86549943457206051752009-08-23T19:44:00.000+01:002009-08-23T19:44:15.093+01:00<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/SpGJuXozDpI/AAAAAAAAAGY/V3vw4IFN3kM/s1600-h/IMAG0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" lk="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/SpGJuXozDpI/AAAAAAAAAGY/V3vw4IFN3kM/s400/IMAG0004.JPG" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">*</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">*</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">TRISREZA</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">*</span></span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">No</span> quarto entrei!</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Vejo sobre a cama</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">A coisa que me trama...</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Sem medo me deitei!</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Senti dura escama,</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Arrepiado fiquei...</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Empurrei-a da cama,</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Com ela muito lutei!</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Fria... como lama,</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Livrar-me dela tentei!</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Esgotado na cama,</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Arrefecido fiquei...</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">A sombra que me trama...</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">A&nbsp;mente sem leveza,</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">A dor vem d'alma,</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">A chorar de tristeza...</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong>Franck LavD</strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong>*</strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><em>POEMAS&nbsp;INÉDITOS *** DIREITOS DE AUTOR</em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">*<br />*</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-8654994345720605175?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-46728351895166431562009-08-22T22:33:00.008+01:002009-08-23T00:34:02.853+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/SpB5ImjyBTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/o3w2e9aeEpE/s1600-h/ALENTEJO+P%C3%94R-DO-SOL+3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372927544149542194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/SpB5ImjyBTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/o3w2e9aeEpE/s400/ALENTEJO+P%C3%94R-DO-SOL+3.jpg" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Vida é uma Semente,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">A Flor a Desabrochar,</span></strong></div><div><div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Energia que se Sente,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">A vida está a Começar.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Vida é do Nascer ao Pôr-do-sol,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">O Arco-íris com o seu Fascínio,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">As Estrelas no Firmamento,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">A Lua a reflectir os raios do Sol,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">A vida é a força do Vento</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Mudando o Tempo,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">A Chuva regando o Campo,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Que nos dá o Alimento!</span></strong></div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">*<br /></span></strong><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Vida é a Mãe-Natureza,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Dá-nos muita Pureza,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">A Montanha Elevada</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Com o seu manto de Neve,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">O Ar com mais Leveza.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Vida é a Primavera em Flor,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Flores, presentes d'Amores,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Os Pássaros a Chilrear,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">As Flores e os seus Odores.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Os Rios a desaguar no Mar,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Os peixes, os Golfinhos a Nadar,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">O Vaivém das Ondas do Mar!</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">*</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Vida é o Bebé a chorar</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">No momento de Nascer,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">A Mãe a chorar d'Alegria,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Plenitude do seu Amar.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Vida é uma Grande Magia,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">A Escola pra Aprender.</span></strong></div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Momentos de Euforia,</span></strong><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">A Vida passa a Correr.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/SpBt_OPvTaI/AAAAAAAAAF4/XPs-WPYBhd8/s1600-h/CASTELO.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 236px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372915288376298914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/SpBt_OPvTaI/AAAAAAAAAF4/XPs-WPYBhd8/s320/CASTELO.jpg" /></a></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">*</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Vida é a Muita Pobreza,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Vida é a Pouca Riqueza,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Vida é a Fome e a Desgraça.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Vida é o Sofrimento,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">O Alimento da Dor,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Da Doença ou d 'Amor.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Chegando a Hora de Perecer,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">A Vida continua, com o mesmo Ser!</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">*</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">A Vida, COM AMOR, DEUS Criou!</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">O Homem dele se Desviou,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">O Espírito dele se Apagou,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">O Homem a DESTRUIÇÃO Criou,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">As GUERRAS Fomentou,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">A NATUREZA Aniquilou,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">O MUNDO tanto Mudou...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">NÃO FOI ISTO QUE DEUS CRIOU!</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">*</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Franck LavD</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">*</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><em> POEMA INÉDITO ***DIREITOS DE AUTOR</em></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-4672835189516643156?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-72527389203459649702009-08-08T19:29:00.011+01:002009-08-08T20:09:01.239+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Sn3Efxypu6I/AAAAAAAAAEw/k06AFuV4uWg/s1600-h/LISBOA+TERREIRO+DO+PA%C3%87O+ARCO+DA+RUA+AUGUSTA+E+EST%C3%81TUA+DE+D.+.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367662381116275618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Sn3Efxypu6I/AAAAAAAAAEw/k06AFuV4uWg/s200/LISBOA+TERREIRO+DO+PA%C3%87O+ARCO+DA+RUA+AUGUSTA+E+EST%C3%81TUA+DE+D.+.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">NO DIA MUNDIAL DA POESIA</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">No Chão da Rua Augusta,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">É dia calorento e muito Alegre</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">No dia Mundial da Poesia.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Lá escrevi três quadras na tela,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Ao lado do Poeta Manuel Alegre,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Que escreveu sua bela quadra na tela.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Meu Poema, é sobre ti Lisboa,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">É também o tema de Manuel Alegre,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Inspirações diferentes desta Lisboa.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Lisboa, és sempre a Rainha inspirada,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Todo o poeta, a ti Lisboa poemas escreve,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Na tela da Rua Augusta ficaste consagrada.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Muita gente está ajoelhada,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Seu poema na tela escreve,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Lá ficou memória narrada.</span></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>FrancK LavD</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>POEMA</em> <em>INÉDITO *** DIREITOS DE AUTOR</em></span></strong><br /><br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-7252738920345964970?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-6432794414885668082009-08-08T18:35:00.007+01:002009-08-08T20:09:15.771+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Sn2_LdEVAeI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WI2HQn1UAEA/s1600-h/OUTRO+%C3%82NGULO+DO+CASTELO+-+LISBOA.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367656534397747682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Sn2_LdEVAeI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WI2HQn1UAEA/s200/OUTRO+%C3%82NGULO+DO+CASTELO+-+LISBOA.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">TRISTEZA FOGE DO CAMINHEIRO</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">É Dezembro, dia frio, na rua o encontro,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Mal-vestido, triste, faminto e doente,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Estende suja mão e pede-me dinheiro,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Meu coração apertado e impotente,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Diz que: Não tenho presente mealheiro!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong></strong><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Ali entristecido de não ter o meu presente,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Ajudando o pobre e solitário caminheiro</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">A saciar a fome, para a dor ficar ausente</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Do seu estômago ardente como fogareiro,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Parte cabisbaixo sem solução na sua mente.</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Caminheiro, foste alguém antes de mendigo,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">A vida levou-te prà rua debaixo da estrela errante,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Noites e noites dormidas junto a muitos sem-abrigo,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">A calçada, é o teu ombro amigo, húmida e esfriante</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Da chuva hibernal que atormenta este pobre amigo!</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Tristeza foge do caminheiro, deixa em teu lugar; a Alegria,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Luz e o Amor, deixa o pobre erguer-se do lúgubre abrigo,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Deixa-o seguir, para uma nova vida, cercado de Amor e Magia,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Dando à sua mente a Luz, apagando as trevas do sem-abrigo.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Alegria que não te deixará, Amor e Luz, na mente em harmonia...</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">FrancK LavD</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">POEMA INÉDITO *** DIREITOS DE AUTOR</span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-643279441488566808?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-22307463083557760102009-07-28T19:59:00.004+01:002009-07-28T20:40:51.636+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Cidade</strong></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong> Maravilhosa!...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>A Baixa de Lisboa,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Bairro Alto, Mouraria,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Alfama e Madragoa.</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Belas Igrejas, Panteão Nacional e o Chiado!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Luís de Camões no pedestal, no largo ao lado</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Fernando Pessoa, na Brasileira, sentado,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Vultos Maiores da Literatura Lusitânia!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Lisboa com belas colinas,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Quis ver o que tinhas!...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">D'eléctrico plas vielas,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Viajei plas sete colinas.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Sm9MGouF5tI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cFPu-oiasbE/s1600-h/DESCOBRIMENTOS+-+3.jpg"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span></a></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Debruçado, sobre ti, no Castelo,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Vi que, em ti, tudo é belo!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Gaivotas voando sobre o Tejo,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Cacilheiros e as Pontes do Tejo!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">O Cristo-Rei protegendo Lisboa!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">O seu povo foi abençoado,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Com Santo António de Lisboa,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">E Amália Rodrigues, a Musa do Fado!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">O Rio Tejo abraçando, a rainha, Lisboa!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Lisboa com as suas lindas sacadas,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Com os Artistas, Poetas, Fadistas,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">E com as suas garridas Touradas.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Desci até ao Rio Tejo,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Fui velejar numa Caravela!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Vi Lisboa, eterna noiva do Tejo,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Com o seu belo manto d'agurela!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Moderna Ponte, ao lado do Parque das Nações,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">A antiga estação de Santa Apolónia,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">O Real Cais das Colunas no Terreiro do Paço,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">O cais, do Cais do Sodré, dos foliões...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Do Cais da Rocha ao Cais de Alcântara</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Os importantes portos de Lisboa</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Com Luxuosos Transatlânticos,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">E o vaivém na primeira Ponte de Lisboa...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Sm9MGouF5tI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cFPu-oiasbE/s1600-h/DESCOBRIMENTOS+-+3.jpg"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363589358115219154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Sm9MGouF5tI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cFPu-oiasbE/s200/DESCOBRIMENTOS+-+3.jpg" /></strong></span></a></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">As águas do Rio Tejo me levaram,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Percorrendo todo o seu leito,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Senti, como os Navegadores levaram,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">O Sentimento, Patriótico, no peito!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Lisboa, de Majestosos Monumentos...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">O Mosteiro dos Jerónimos, a Torre de Belém</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">E o Padrão dos Grandes descobrimentos</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Aos aventureiros do Mar, que foram mui além...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">FrancK LavD</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">POEMA INÉDITO *** DIREITOS DE AUTOR</span></em></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-2230746308355776010?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-59144132370320507392009-07-08T17:44:00.025+01:002009-10-14T03:25:17.815+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Sm9sUY9AWoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qw2gBtduBA8/s1600-h/Toy+06-06-1967.jpg" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363624778773060226" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/Sm9sUY9AWoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qw2gBtduBA8/s400/Toy+06-06-1967.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>APLAUSOS AO CRAQUE</strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size: 85%;">Desportista rápido, de muita garra,</span></strong><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size: 85%;">Muito novo na Selecção Nacional!</span></strong><br /></div><div><strong><span style="font-size: 85%;">O Stick, com técnica e força agarra,</span></strong><br /></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size: 85%;">Novo Ídolo do Hóquei&nbsp;Mundial!</span></strong><br /><br /></div><strong><span style="font-size: 85%;">Hóquei em Patins, a sua glória!</span></strong><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size: 85%;">Com talento, era Capitão d'Equipa,</span></strong><br /></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size: 85%;">Homem de muit'energia e vitória,</span></strong><br /></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size: 85%;">Bola na baliza!&nbsp;Fintava&nbsp;tod'Equipa!...</span></strong><br /><br /></div><strong><span style="font-size: 85%;">Muitos Troféus do Campeonato Mundial!</span></strong><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size: 85%;">Emoção e lágrimas, abraços de tod'Equipa,</span></strong><br /></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size: 85%;">Aplausos ao Craque da Selecção Nacional!</span></strong><br /><br /></div><strong><span style="font-size: 85%;">Do&nbsp;artista há memórias em tod'o Mundo!...</span></strong><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size: 85%;">Seu Espírito Jaz, pr'Além do Firmamento!</span></strong><br /></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size: 85%;">Saudoso, António Parreira Livramento!</span></strong><br /><br /></div><strong><span style="font-size: 85%;">Franck LavD</span></strong><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size: 85%;"><strong>POEMA INÉDITO<span style="font-size: x-small;">*** </span>DIREITOS DE AUTOR</strong></span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-5914413237032050739?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-72113685623901194312009-07-07T23:15:00.013+01:002009-07-29T22:52:59.462+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/SnC_dY06MdI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1iYMTM7Qzeg/s1600-h/14-Brasil-Florian%C3%B3polis+-+Praia+1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 128px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363997667799740882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/SnC_dY06MdI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1iYMTM7Qzeg/s200/14-Brasil-Florian%C3%B3polis+-+Praia+1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><p> </p><p> </p><p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/SnC_dY06MdI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1iYMTM7Qzeg/s1600-h/14-Brasil-Florian%C3%B3polis+-+Praia+1.jpg"></a> </p><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Ilha do Mel, férias passei,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Areia fina, teu mar comtemplei...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Florianópolis, no teu mar nadei,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Na praia da Galheta me desnudei! ...</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Salvador, Porto Seguro, Trancoso,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">St ª. Cruz de Cabrália e Arraial d'Ajuda.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Oh mar!... Lindo mar! Dá-me banhos de espuma!...</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Bahia de todos és!</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Nas tuas, macias, areias,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Deixei marca de meus pés!...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/SlPQa3FhkTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ITnrAVV7M6s/s1600-h/13-Brasil+-+Ponte+Florian%C3%B3polis.jpg"></a></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Aparecida, centro de romarias!</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Por todos muito venerada,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">NOSSA SENHORA APARECIDA!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Dezassete anos bem vividos!</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Neste País fui Homenageado,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Jamais, serão esquecidos!</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">A ti BRASIL! Sempre agradecido! ...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Franck LavD</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">POEMA INÉDITO ***DIREITOS DE AUTOR</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/SnC_nJgN-GI/AAAAAAAAAEg/FHku-ajtFcU/s1600-h/13-Brasil+-+Ponte+Florian%C3%B3polis.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 127px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363997835485116514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/SnC_nJgN-GI/AAAAAAAAAEg/FHku-ajtFcU/s200/13-Brasil+-+Ponte+Florian%C3%B3polis.jpg" /></a></span></em><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/SnC_dY06MdI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1iYMTM7Qzeg/s1600-h/14-Brasil-Florian%C3%B3polis+-+Praia+1.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-7211368562390119431?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-32693570721799210312009-07-07T12:37:00.018+01:002009-07-29T19:14:05.545+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/SlM9SHZoOcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gd4Nlnbxs_s/s1600-h/%C3%88vora+Rossio+-+4.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355691763307133378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/SlM9SHZoOcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gd4Nlnbxs_s/s320/%C3%88vora+Rossio+-+4.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>De Évora pra Lisboa,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Aos dezasseis anos de idade,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Muito triste e à Toa,</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">Descubro outra cidade!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Novo trabalho me aguarda,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Noutra Papelaria empregado,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Melhor seria ir pra guarda!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>De uniforme, bem, engomado!</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Trabalhar tod'o dia,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Estudar, sempre, de noite,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Fui pra escola D. Maria,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Saia às onze da noite!</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Saudades do meu Alentejo,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Do seu calor Ardente!</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">Estou na cidade do Tejo,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">Não esqueço a minha gente! ...</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">Franck LavD</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"><em>POEMA INÉDITO***DIREITOS DE AUTOR</em></span></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong></strong><p align="right"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/SlM5b2jULvI/AAAAAAAAABk/K9NxbVPSFzU/s1600-h/1+-+PRA%C3%87A+DA+FIGUEIRA.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 274px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355687532536540914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/SlM5b2jULvI/AAAAAAAAABk/K9NxbVPSFzU/s320/1+-+PRA%C3%87A+DA+FIGUEIRA.jpg" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-3269357072179921031?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-64990142599354020862009-07-06T22:42:00.002+01:002009-07-06T22:53:45.834+01:00<strong></strong><br /><strong>Contando os dias sem ter fim,</strong><br /><strong>Com os dentes, brancos, como Marfim,</strong><br /><strong>Com o rosto, preto, pintado, sim,</strong><br /><strong>Gostaria de ser o Arlequim...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>-Num triângulo amoroso assim:</strong><br /><strong>Colombina, Pierrot e Arlequim,</strong><br /><strong>O amor de Colombina, foi maravilhoso sim...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>-Colombina viveu com Arlequim,</strong><br /><strong>Foi ter com Pierrot, amou-o... Enfim</strong><br /><strong>voltou... A conquistar o amor d'Arlequim!</strong><br /><strong>-Mesmo assim... Gostaria de ser o Arlequim!</strong><br /><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>FrancK LavD</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><em>POEMA INÉDITO *** DIREITOS DE AUTOR</em></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><div align="left"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-6499014259935402086?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-628148944031638412009-07-06T22:07:00.005+01:002009-07-06T22:13:54.424+01:00<strong>Évora, aqui nasci e cresci,</strong><br /><strong>Nas Oficinas de S. José fui educado,</strong><br /><strong>Nunca disse, o que senti,</strong><br /><strong>Ao ver, meus desenhos, premiados!</strong><br /><br /><strong>Era bom, ir prà escola,</strong><br /><strong>Com dedicada atenção,</strong><br /><strong>No intervalo, jogava à bola,</strong><br /><strong>Mas sabia, sempre a lição!</strong><br /><br /><strong>Padre Moraes, o director,</strong><br /><strong>Pra ele, corri chorando,</strong><br /><strong>Levei um tapa, do professor,</strong><br /><strong>Não estava enxergando!</strong><br /><br /><strong>Aprendi, a ser Cristão,</strong><br /><strong>Do Português ao Latim,</strong><br /><strong>Aprendi, a ser sacristão,</strong><br /><strong>Ajudava à missa em Latim!</strong><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/SlJhc3YkTgI/AAAAAAAAABc/x7g4cfjebOY/s1600-h/%C3%89VORA+TEMPO+DIANA+2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355450055428165122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/SlJhc3YkTgI/AAAAAAAAABc/x7g4cfjebOY/s320/%C3%89VORA+TEMPO+DIANA+2.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>FrancK LavD</strong><br /><p><strong><em>POEMA INÉDITO *** DIREITOS DE AUTOR</em></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-62814894403163841?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-45876475593294577642009-07-06T19:46:00.004+01:002009-07-06T20:47:25.897+01:00<strong></strong><br /><strong>Caem do Céu</strong><br /><strong>Pétalas d'Amor,</strong><br /><strong>Parece um véu</strong><br /><strong>A chuva de flores...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Os dois amores</strong><br /><strong>D'olhos no Céu,</strong><br /><strong>Coroados de flores,</strong><br /><strong>Envoltos num véu...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Amores com flores</strong><br /><strong>Agradecem ao Céu,</strong><br /><strong>Abençoados amores</strong><br /><strong>Protegidos plo véu...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Longos cabelos louros</strong><br /><strong>Cobertos com véu,</strong><br /><strong>São os seus tesouros</strong><br /><strong>Olhos de cor-do-céu...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Enlace, dos amores,</strong><br /><strong>Sol, radiante no Céu,</strong><br /><strong>Igreja, com lindas flores,</strong><br /><strong>Flores, coroando o véu...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Unidos os dois amores,</strong><br /><strong>Saem da Igreja Matriz,</strong><br /><strong>Abençoada chuva de flores,</strong><br /><strong>A noiva, lança o bouquet, feliz!...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>FrancK LavD</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><em>POEMA INÉDITO *** DIREITOS DE AUTOR</em></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><br /><strong></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-4587647559329457764?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-74579082322133042892009-07-06T18:33:00.003+01:002009-07-06T19:14:48.337+01:00<strong>De madrugada, o exército saiu à rua,</strong><br /><strong>Cercou pontos estratégicos em Lisboa,</strong><br /><strong>A rádio anunciava, a parada de Lisboa!...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Canções revolucionárias dos opositores,</strong><br /><strong>Hino de guerra, pròs ditadores,</strong><br /><strong>O povo admirado, ainda tinha temores!...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Cravos vermelhos, o povo levou,</strong><br /><strong>Militares, com armas em punho,</strong><br /><strong>No cano, das armas, os colocou!...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>O Portugal novo! Há tanto desejado!</strong><br /><strong>Políticos, presos e exilados, em Liberdade!</strong><br /><strong>Discursavam, ao povo, sem vaidade!</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>A revolução dos cravos a terminar,</strong><br /><strong>Os militares d'Abril a comandar,</strong><br /><strong>Prà guerra em África acabar!</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>O povo luta, com muita energia,</strong><br /><strong>Na Avenida da Liberdade, surgia,</strong><br /><strong>Independência pràs colónias, exigia!</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Africanos e Portugueses, muitos caíram!</strong><br /><strong>Injustamente, no fogo cruzado, morreram!</strong><br /><strong>Enfim, a liberdade tão desejada alcançaram!</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>A Vitória d'uma luta determinada,</strong><br /><strong>A independência lhes foi concedida!</strong><br /><strong>Após longos anos, de luta armada!...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Viva a Independência!...</strong><br /><strong>Viva a Dignidade!...</strong><br /><strong>Viva a Lusofonia</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Viva a Liberdade!...</strong><br /><br /><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 283px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355404110052296162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/SlI3qfhVheI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_7TzaMueAX8/s320/IMAG0004+++++++para+os+blogs.JPG" /><br /><p> </p><p><strong></strong><br /> </p><strong></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>FrancK LavD</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><em>POEMA INÉDITO *** DIREITOS DE AUTOR</em></strong><br /><strong></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-7457908232213304289?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-25986038671507587902009-07-06T18:19:00.006+01:002009-07-06T19:44:27.220+01:00<strong></strong><br /><strong>Pureza é do lírio!</strong><br /><strong>Pra enfeitar o andor,</strong><br /><strong>Afasta o martírio,</strong><br /><strong>De quem pede, com ardor!</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Os fieis, sentem teu cheiro,</strong><br /><strong>Flor, beleza, do lis e cor,</strong><br /><strong>O prior, reza o terço inteiro,</strong><br /><strong>A Nossa Senhora, com pura flor!</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Há mel no aroma, neste clima!</strong><br /><strong>Envolves a procissão, lis flor,</strong><br /><strong>Da Virgem Senhora de Fátima!</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Dia de festa, energia d'Amor,</strong><br /><strong>Treze de Maio, na Cova d'Iria,</strong><br /><strong>Todos pedem, milagre prà dor!</strong><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/SlJDuENmxuI/AAAAAAAAABU/tw4xq8fN4mE/s1600-h/03-IMAG0051.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355417365580793570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/SlJDuENmxuI/AAAAAAAAABU/tw4xq8fN4mE/s320/03-IMAG0051.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><strong></strong> </p><p><strong>FrancK LavD</strong></p><p><strong><em>POEMA INÉDITO *** DIREITOS DE AUTOR</em></strong></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-2598603867150758790?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-66497858572807943732009-07-06T17:54:00.007+01:002010-10-21T13:37:26.333+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/TMAzdRcZ-xI/AAAAAAAABfo/58lDbZNGPX8/s1600/Pais+-+Bodas+de+Ouro+20-10-1940+a+20-10-1990.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4VOQu0fJUI/TMAzdRcZ-xI/AAAAAAAABfo/58lDbZNGPX8/s400/Pais+-+Bodas+de+Ouro+20-10-1940+a+20-10-1990.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">20/10/1940 - 20/10/1990</span></strong></em></div><strong><em><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Homenagem aos meus pais</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;">ATÉ AO FIRMAMENTO</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Rosas... Levadas por si, Amorosamente,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Na festividade das vossas BODAS D'OURO,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Firmando, com elas, religiosamente</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">O vosso enlace, ATÉ AO FIRMAMENTO!...</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Lá... Juntos repousam, eternamente!</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Com PAZ e LUZ na Espiritualidade,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">O REDENTOR, nos seus braços, os acolheu,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Com o seu INFINITO AMOR E BONDADE!</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">ROSAS, Belas!... DO SEU BOUQUET,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Perfumam pra sempre este ambiente,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">VIÇOSAS... Eu, bem sei, porquê!...</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Este soneto, harmoniosamente,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Composto plo vosso Querido FILHO,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Ele, reza por vós, carinhosamente!...</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;">FrancK LavD</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;">DIREITOS DE AUTOR</span></em></strong></div><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-6649785857280794373?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253755624101684455.post-12355553449048952592009-07-06T16:21:00.006+01:002011-11-13T19:25:57.080Z<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KvHdKIJPCI0/TsAYeltkmHI/AAAAAAAABqY/DfkwBYj9nyo/s1600/yemanja.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" nda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KvHdKIJPCI0/TsAYeltkmHI/AAAAAAAABqY/DfkwBYj9nyo/s400/yemanja.gif" width="286" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">No mar, quero ir festejar!</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Em noite de fim d'ano,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Flores e perfumes depositar,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Oferenda a Iemanjá de Novo Ano!...</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">O meu pedido a formular,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Pràs águas calmas levar,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">As velas, na areia, a queimar,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Súplicas à&nbsp;Rainha do Mar!...</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Prò Mundo ter mais LUZ,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Iemanjá, seus filhos abençoa!</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Com o seu manto de LUZ,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">No mar, purifica a pessoa!...</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Banho de luz, todos a comemorar,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">O Mundo está hoje, mais alegre!</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">No ar, cintilante, fogos a entoar,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Eis, a linda noite de São Silvestre!...</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">FrancK LavD</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">DIREITOS DE AUTOR</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3253755624101684455-1235555344904895259?l=franckpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FrancK P_LavDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04640147874868199990noreply@blogger.com1