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Marçal Filho</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NxW0XspUsM8/TzMKeROOkVI/AAAAAAAACKc/l_wkOw_1PJg/s400/preve.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas pessoas no meu dia a dia&lt;br /&gt;às vezes tentam atingir-me&lt;br /&gt;no calcanhar de Aquiles&lt;br /&gt;normalmente erram o bote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou sempre atento e pesquisei&lt;br /&gt;sobre os procedimentos dos animais&lt;br /&gt;que povoam o instituto Butantã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou grande admirador de Vital Brasil&lt;br /&gt;aprendi a me defender dos venenos&lt;br /&gt;botrópicos e crotálicos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Via de regra, no bolso do paletó,&lt;br /&gt;viajo com alguns frascos de antídotos&lt;br /&gt;muito bem separados e identificados&lt;br /&gt;que é para não fazer confusão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;05/02/2012&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NxW0XspUsM8/TzMKeROOkVI/AAAAAAAACKc/l_wkOw_1PJg/s72-c/preve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-3957377194702994177</id><published>2012-02-08T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T15:49:16.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Então, como vai ficar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JpVs8SCo2O0/TzMJ80Q81eI/AAAAAAAACKQ/Xhlg2ZDJpRk/s1600/adoracao_002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="375" width="336" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JpVs8SCo2O0/TzMJ80Q81eI/AAAAAAAACKQ/Xhlg2ZDJpRk/s400/adoracao_002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se a dona não gostar&lt;br /&gt;E se o jogo não seduzir&lt;br /&gt;E se o jeito for contrário&lt;br /&gt;Do que foi até aqui...&lt;br /&gt;Como ficará então?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se tudo que sonhou&lt;br /&gt;E se tudo que esperava&lt;br /&gt;E se o tempo aqui parar&lt;br /&gt;E só depois correr de novo...&lt;br /&gt;Como ficará então?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se a noite ficar triste&lt;br /&gt;E se a tristeza não sair&lt;br /&gt;E se sair tornar voltar&lt;br /&gt;E aqui se instalar...&lt;br /&gt;Como ficará então?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se você me odiar&lt;br /&gt;E se o ódio despejado&lt;br /&gt;Em nada me importar&lt;br /&gt;Se me fizer até sorrir...&lt;br /&gt;Como ficará então?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;E se antes ou depois&lt;br /&gt;Nada nos poder dizer&lt;br /&gt;E se antes de apanhar&lt;br /&gt;Eu resolver então bater...&lt;br /&gt;Como ficará então?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se deixo de dizer&lt;br /&gt;E se deixo de cobrar&lt;br /&gt;E se deixar de receber&lt;br /&gt;Como é que vai fazer...&lt;br /&gt;Pra poder se explicar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está na hora de ajustar as coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;04/02/12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-3957377194702994177?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/3957377194702994177/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá, onde vejo pirilampos&lt;br /&gt;o céu parece um tapete&lt;br /&gt;carregadinho de flores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá, eu sei que o encanto existe&lt;br /&gt;onde ninguém vive triste&lt;br /&gt;pois só existe o puro amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá, há de haver canções amenas&lt;br /&gt;quais as flores das falenas&lt;br /&gt;que o jardineiro do universo plantou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;27/01/2012&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-7994256719646519714?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/7994256719646519714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2012/02/das-falenas-de-deus.html#comment-form' title='0 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2yN2q2YySjc/TyGLhcvhK_I/AAAAAAAACJ4/tfdJpmNjxZs/s400/sereia_pedras.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do outro lado daquela ponte&lt;br /&gt;existe o mistério da sereia&lt;br /&gt;aqui de cima desse monte&lt;br /&gt;tenho uma viola e a lua cheia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por onde me bate o coração&lt;br /&gt;rebato sustenindo a nota sol&lt;br /&gt;então serenato uma canção&lt;br /&gt;harmonizando a aurora e o arrebol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dança da sereia então começa&lt;br /&gt;na peça mais bonita que já vi&lt;br /&gt;e tudo aqui então se torna festa&lt;br /&gt;e ouço muitos sons que nunca ouvi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desenho no meu rosto o seu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;contritamente vejo o amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;o dia vem num lindo colorido&lt;br /&gt;e assim caminha até o entardecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agarro-me novamente à viola&lt;br /&gt;e busco sorridente outro luar&lt;br /&gt;pois preciso rever minha sereia&lt;br /&gt;a linda dona desse meu cantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;25/01/2012&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-1086213116519515352?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/1086213116519515352/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2012/01/cancao-de-encantar-sereia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/1086213116519515352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/1086213116519515352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2012/01/cancao-de-encantar-sereia.html' title='Canção de encantar Sereia'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2yN2q2YySjc/TyGLhcvhK_I/AAAAAAAACJ4/tfdJpmNjxZs/s72-c/sereia_pedras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-6611424903406488420</id><published>2012-01-26T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T09:19:23.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De amigo para amigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9k54Dm40IY/TyGLE5ybASI/AAAAAAAACJs/5rh4XMXxrp8/s1600/cb5.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9k54Dm40IY/TyGLE5ybASI/AAAAAAAACJs/5rh4XMXxrp8/s400/cb5.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nova canção há de vir&lt;br /&gt;pra dizimar sua dor&lt;br /&gt;pois o amor não tem fim&lt;br /&gt;ele é um imenso jardim&lt;br /&gt;carregadinho de flor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda distância será&lt;br /&gt;para você resumida&lt;br /&gt;e toda a paz haverá&lt;br /&gt;pra completar o sonhar&lt;br /&gt;que desejou nessa vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em tudo o que planejar&lt;br /&gt;seja imensamente feliz&lt;br /&gt;que você tenha prazer&lt;br /&gt;nos sonhos que sempre quis&lt;br /&gt;pra completar seu querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;23/01/2012&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-6611424903406488420?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/6611424903406488420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2012/01/de-amigo-para-amigo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/6611424903406488420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/6611424903406488420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2012/01/de-amigo-para-amigo.html' title='De amigo para amigo'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9k54Dm40IY/TyGLE5ybASI/AAAAAAAACJs/5rh4XMXxrp8/s72-c/cb5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-6326844286215054059</id><published>2012-01-26T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T09:15:35.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De lá e de cá</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YqlbrnS8Ppg/TyGKLtlWaGI/AAAAAAAACJg/Q8zPpyyMcac/s1600/japao2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YqlbrnS8Ppg/TyGKLtlWaGI/AAAAAAAACJg/Q8zPpyyMcac/s400/japao2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hei de estar além do cosmo&lt;br /&gt;em busca de entender meu eu,&lt;br /&gt;pois meu pensar é livre e voa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por onde a mente vai,&lt;br /&gt;o pensamento atrai,&lt;br /&gt;idéias abstratas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia quero estar&lt;br /&gt;na divisão das eras,&lt;br /&gt;em todas as esferas&lt;br /&gt;que regem o universo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois voltar aqui&lt;br /&gt;trazendo os pergaminhos,&lt;br /&gt;das coisas que aprendi&lt;br /&gt;e a explicação da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;23/01/2012&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-6326844286215054059?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/6326844286215054059/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2012/01/de-la-e-de-ca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/6326844286215054059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/6326844286215054059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2012/01/de-la-e-de-ca.html' title='De lá e de cá'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YqlbrnS8Ppg/TyGKLtlWaGI/AAAAAAAACJg/Q8zPpyyMcac/s72-c/japao2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-3511721854269397436</id><published>2012-01-26T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T09:13:06.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sempre quis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VuE5bRr2vCA/TyGJmsk3ETI/AAAAAAAACJU/7mfsOBqP_9I/s1600/cb3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="355" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VuE5bRr2vCA/TyGJmsk3ETI/AAAAAAAACJU/7mfsOBqP_9I/s400/cb3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria ser da vida teus anseios&lt;br /&gt;ser princípio dos teus meios&lt;br /&gt;e no inteiro me tornar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria ser teu vício obsceno&lt;br /&gt;ser seu tudo, não ser menos&lt;br /&gt;quando louca procurar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria ser bem mais que passageiro&lt;br /&gt;ser a causa da insônia&lt;br /&gt;do teu modo de sonhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria ser seu louco desatino&lt;br /&gt;ser na história seu destino&lt;br /&gt;e viver só pra te amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;21/01/2012&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-3511721854269397436?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/3511721854269397436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2012/01/sempre-quis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/3511721854269397436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/3511721854269397436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2012/01/sempre-quis.html' title='Sempre quis'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VuE5bRr2vCA/TyGJmsk3ETI/AAAAAAAACJU/7mfsOBqP_9I/s72-c/cb3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-5145140646046798073</id><published>2012-01-26T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T09:11:05.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fetiche</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1A-NTS9NvjQ/TyGJISYexBI/AAAAAAAACJI/7W8lMcBS23Y/s1600/cb2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="296" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1A-NTS9NvjQ/TyGJISYexBI/AAAAAAAACJI/7W8lMcBS23Y/s400/cb2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O seu batom moldando a boca&lt;br /&gt;Essa voz suave e quase rouca&lt;br /&gt;É fantasia em meu frisson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse querer sem ter limite&lt;br /&gt;É base forte em meu fetiche&lt;br /&gt;Que me aprisiona à tez marrom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse chamego que domina&lt;br /&gt;É meu deleite e adrenalina&lt;br /&gt;Do movimento em pulsação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse sonhar do desejo tanto&lt;br /&gt;Porque o viver tem mais encanto&lt;br /&gt;Quando faz sorrir meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;22/01/2012&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-5145140646046798073?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/5145140646046798073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2012/01/fetiche.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/5145140646046798073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/5145140646046798073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2012/01/fetiche.html' title='Fetiche'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1A-NTS9NvjQ/TyGJISYexBI/AAAAAAAACJI/7W8lMcBS23Y/s72-c/cb2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-2887090595382686005</id><published>2012-01-26T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T09:08:29.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarde Grená</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vOdEzbaJvRQ/TyGIhB_SG2I/AAAAAAAACI8/DFPO-40tYp0/s1600/cb.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="343" width="360" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vOdEzbaJvRQ/TyGIhB_SG2I/AAAAAAAACI8/DFPO-40tYp0/s400/cb.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estar sozinho com você nesse por de sol&lt;br /&gt;sentir a areia e as águas do mar sob nossos pés,&lt;br /&gt;acompanhar a dança das ondas, entre mariscos e marés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poder ver a vastidão divina tingida de grená&lt;br /&gt;sentir a brisa balançando nossos pelos&lt;br /&gt;saber que somos abençoados por Deus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ter convicção que a felicidade não está longe,&lt;br /&gt;ela mora juntinha do amor e até pode ser tocada&lt;br /&gt;como as canções que eternizam nossos sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;20/01/2012&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-2887090595382686005?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vOdEzbaJvRQ/TyGIhB_SG2I/AAAAAAAACI8/DFPO-40tYp0/s72-c/cb.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-8483496180788506033</id><published>2012-01-18T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T03:52:19.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema confuso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-93Ztbvmg7Z8/TxaybBqinXI/AAAAAAAACIw/3sy1Hv6JcG8/s1600/poema-lira.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="294" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-93Ztbvmg7Z8/TxaybBqinXI/AAAAAAAACIw/3sy1Hv6JcG8/s400/poema-lira.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixei minha rima tola&lt;br /&gt;na seresta da saudade&lt;br /&gt;onde a alma se encantava&lt;br /&gt;sem nenhuma vaidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje minha solidão passeia&lt;br /&gt;entre os versos da ilusão&lt;br /&gt;e o poema compungido&lt;br /&gt;chora triste outra canção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece que esquecido&lt;br /&gt;não aceita o modernismo&lt;br /&gt;nessa luta desigual&lt;br /&gt;não encontra mais sentido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O poema às vezes,&lt;br /&gt;precisa retornar ao passado&lt;br /&gt;para encontrar no futuro&lt;br /&gt;o sorriso do presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;17/01/2012&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-8483496180788506033?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-93Ztbvmg7Z8/TxaybBqinXI/AAAAAAAACIw/3sy1Hv6JcG8/s72-c/poema-lira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-8709788795535446544</id><published>2012-01-18T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T03:49:38.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De cabeça baixa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wfSlqMuPWdU/TxaxzSRdAbI/AAAAAAAACIk/uI3OCiI4Ecc/s1600/2CHORO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wfSlqMuPWdU/TxaxzSRdAbI/AAAAAAAACIk/uI3OCiI4Ecc/s400/2CHORO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando cheio e derramado,&lt;br /&gt;escorrendo da boca do pote,&lt;br /&gt;pelas tabelas cabisbaixo,&lt;br /&gt;avexado em meio ao trote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou da visão sem nada ver&lt;br /&gt;o acaso que me cerca&lt;br /&gt;a fusão dos sem porquês&lt;br /&gt;silhueta à perder de vista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha túnica tão surrada&lt;br /&gt;descorou-se no varal&lt;br /&gt;que do tudo ao quase nada,&lt;br /&gt;tão desprezado sou desigual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na vertente do vão da vida&lt;br /&gt;sem guarida me renego&lt;br /&gt;que se dantes já sonhara&lt;br /&gt;desiludido, hoje me entrego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até a certeza que tinha&lt;br /&gt;definitivamente definhou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;16/01/2012&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-8709788795535446544?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/8709788795535446544/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2012/01/de-cabeca-baixa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/8709788795535446544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/8709788795535446544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2012/01/de-cabeca-baixa.html' title='De cabeça baixa'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wfSlqMuPWdU/TxaxzSRdAbI/AAAAAAAACIk/uI3OCiI4Ecc/s72-c/2CHORO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-3083886334857998343</id><published>2012-01-18T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T03:47:51.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De dengos e chamegos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg_nedrelLc/TxaxY1xdbqI/AAAAAAAACIY/uRcF0XVvNu4/s1600/amor09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg_nedrelLc/TxaxY1xdbqI/AAAAAAAACIY/uRcF0XVvNu4/s400/amor09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu olhar namora o seu&lt;br /&gt;e vai direto ao coração&lt;br /&gt;assim então você e eu&lt;br /&gt;combinamos a paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que melhor que nosso amar&lt;br /&gt;nada existirá no mundo&lt;br /&gt;nosso sorrir tem mais sabor&lt;br /&gt;quando o desejo cala fundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há no espaço entre nós dois&lt;br /&gt;só um raio de luar&lt;br /&gt;que nas horas traz o tempo&lt;br /&gt;conquistando o verbo amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que do dengo e do chamego&lt;br /&gt;um segredo assim se faz&lt;br /&gt;assim possamos desvendar&lt;br /&gt;nosso amor, desejo e paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;15/01/2012&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-3083886334857998343?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/3083886334857998343/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2012/01/de-dengos-e-chamegos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/3083886334857998343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/3083886334857998343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2012/01/de-dengos-e-chamegos.html' title='De dengos e chamegos'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg_nedrelLc/TxaxY1xdbqI/AAAAAAAACIY/uRcF0XVvNu4/s72-c/amor09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-6503941704645431520</id><published>2012-01-18T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T03:45:48.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMPERTINÊNCIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3HniwkzsmyY/Txaw5mihNYI/AAAAAAAACIM/bHVDbMXIz0k/s1600/esperan%25C3%25A7a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3HniwkzsmyY/Txaw5mihNYI/AAAAAAAACIM/bHVDbMXIz0k/s400/esperan%25C3%25A7a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem um poema adormecido&lt;br /&gt;na sombra da memória&lt;br /&gt;um alarido em meu ouvido&lt;br /&gt;pra desvendar nova história&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouço o recado me cobrando&lt;br /&gt;definição de novo quadro&lt;br /&gt;e já não sei até quando&lt;br /&gt;poderei ficar calado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um talvez ou um porquê&lt;br /&gt;me empurra porta a fora&lt;br /&gt;mas não consigo prever&lt;br /&gt;quanto tempo mais demora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostaria de saber&lt;br /&gt;venha para me responder&lt;br /&gt;o que devo então fazer,&lt;br /&gt;pra não jogar conversa fora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;15/01/2012&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-6503941704645431520?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/6503941704645431520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2012/01/impertinencia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/6503941704645431520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/6503941704645431520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2012/01/impertinencia.html' title='IMPERTINÊNCIA'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3HniwkzsmyY/Txaw5mihNYI/AAAAAAAACIM/bHVDbMXIz0k/s72-c/esperan%25C3%25A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-9027357099609737281</id><published>2012-01-18T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T03:43:18.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inexistente(mente)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cxczu3GJYw8/TxawUEmc_MI/AAAAAAAACIA/bBMRjreS9K0/s1600/pres.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="259" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cxczu3GJYw8/TxawUEmc_MI/AAAAAAAACIA/bBMRjreS9K0/s400/pres.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anarquizei a balbúrdia&lt;br /&gt;para sorrir do infortúnio&lt;br /&gt;comprei um pote de ilusão&lt;br /&gt;pra infernizar o desassossego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do seu escárnio eu zombei&lt;br /&gt;da zombaria me desfiz&lt;br /&gt;e fui colher os girassóis&lt;br /&gt;porque não havia flor de lis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da penumbra do passado&lt;br /&gt;sem equilíbrio escorreguei&lt;br /&gt;e onde havia seu descaso&lt;br /&gt;um poço raso vislumbrei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até hoje busco a explicação&lt;br /&gt;que define sua lógica&lt;br /&gt;e decepcionado descobri&lt;br /&gt;que simplesmente não existe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;15/01/2012&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-9027357099609737281?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/9027357099609737281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2012/01/inexistentemente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/9027357099609737281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/9027357099609737281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2012/01/inexistentemente.html' title='Inexistente(mente)'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cxczu3GJYw8/TxawUEmc_MI/AAAAAAAACIA/bBMRjreS9K0/s72-c/pres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-9050288798902892685</id><published>2012-01-18T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T03:41:15.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Degradê</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vz49GuCY2-E/Txav190oGyI/AAAAAAAACH0/QRKfrOpfjBU/s1600/6930375-md%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="383" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vz49GuCY2-E/Txav190oGyI/AAAAAAAACH0/QRKfrOpfjBU/s400/6930375-md%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde a inveja faz morada,&lt;br /&gt;o mal olhado distribui a mobília&lt;br /&gt;deixando a casa montada, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;então o infortúnio abraça sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;a degradação humana...&lt;br /&gt;que saiu do barraco e hoje&lt;br /&gt;mora na mansão da prepotência...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;14/01/2012&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-9050288798902892685?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/9050288798902892685/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2012/01/degrade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/9050288798902892685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/9050288798902892685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2012/01/degrade.html' title='Degradê'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vz49GuCY2-E/Txav190oGyI/AAAAAAAACH0/QRKfrOpfjBU/s72-c/6930375-md%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-121064012671548177</id><published>2012-01-18T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T03:38:29.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Versos para um novo amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zZeSD2wbzEs/TxavL-_DAeI/AAAAAAAACHo/i-N8TBdjf94/s1600/novo%2Bamor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="270" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zZeSD2wbzEs/TxavL-_DAeI/AAAAAAAACHo/i-N8TBdjf94/s400/novo%2Bamor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menina, não fique assim,&lt;br /&gt;a vida sempre será uma incógnita,&lt;br /&gt;os Amores e desejos também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhe o belo à sua volta&lt;br /&gt;quando menos esperar&lt;br /&gt;um novo amor lhe vem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tristeza, passageira sem rumo,&lt;br /&gt;vez em quando retorna,&lt;br /&gt;mas, passageira que é,&lt;br /&gt;novamente vai embora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;09/01/2012&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-121064012671548177?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/121064012671548177/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zZeSD2wbzEs/TxavL-_DAeI/AAAAAAAACHo/i-N8TBdjf94/s72-c/novo%2Bamor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-3440343224154604731</id><published>2012-01-18T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T03:35:10.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canção de perder juízo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QIA1JUWpiCg/Txauamdhc4I/AAAAAAAACHc/Jft4IA6D-WE/s1600/vem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="306" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QIA1JUWpiCg/Txauamdhc4I/AAAAAAAACHc/Jft4IA6D-WE/s400/vem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma nesga do verso prendeu teu vestido&lt;br /&gt;então se preciso, o poema termino&lt;br /&gt;preciso do mote, que é teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;canção teorema que faz meu juízo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma ponta da rima costurando o desejo&lt;br /&gt;quem dera obra prima, da melodia o solfejo&lt;br /&gt;um meio de estrofe, em meu novo cantar&lt;br /&gt;quem dera outro tema, pra poder te encantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menina dos olhos, encanto tão seus&lt;br /&gt;na face da espera, dos sonhos tão meus&lt;br /&gt;assim entre as falas, nos vãos dos anseios&lt;br /&gt;buscando em você, o fim dos meus meios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;07/01/2012&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QIA1JUWpiCg/Txauamdhc4I/AAAAAAAACHc/Jft4IA6D-WE/s72-c/vem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-3727703891820801493</id><published>2012-01-18T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T03:31:21.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Atitude de Ferro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MYuPacexIB0/TxatgYI-yXI/AAAAAAAACHQ/BqTUsI56scg/s1600/Itabira%2BMatriz%2Bantiga.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="311" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MYuPacexIB0/TxatgYI-yXI/AAAAAAAACHQ/BqTUsI56scg/s400/Itabira%2BMatriz%2Bantiga.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andou chutando concreto&lt;br /&gt;fazendo figa e pirraçando&lt;br /&gt;e eu perguntei:-Até quando?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chutou a barra de ferro&lt;br /&gt;mordeu a pelota de sabão&lt;br /&gt;e foi pular corda com arame farpado&lt;br /&gt;tornei a perguntar:-Satisfeito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fez-me o gesto do dedo,&lt;br /&gt;retirou a garrucha da cintura&lt;br /&gt;e, deu um tiro no pé...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perguntei novamente:-Ta contente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Agora sim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem belezas minha terra,&lt;br /&gt;vou tocar a minha lira, &lt;br /&gt;pois, eu sou é machulino, &lt;br /&gt;sou do Mato Dentro, vulgo Itabira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;06/01/2012&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-3727703891820801493?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/3727703891820801493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2012/01/atitude-de-ferro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/3727703891820801493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/3727703891820801493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2012/01/atitude-de-ferro.html' title='Atitude de Ferro'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MYuPacexIB0/TxatgYI-yXI/AAAAAAAACHQ/BqTUsI56scg/s72-c/Itabira%2BMatriz%2Bantiga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-132464041334156031</id><published>2012-01-18T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T03:27:02.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Versos Molhados</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Le4m7BDZ2W8/TxasfpgLYZI/AAAAAAAACHE/a4H2ZYRz4EY/s1600/241.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Le4m7BDZ2W8/TxasfpgLYZI/AAAAAAAACHE/a4H2ZYRz4EY/s400/241.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixe que lá fora, a chuva caia&lt;br /&gt;e deságüe a solidão do desamor&lt;br /&gt;venha que aqueço teus anseios&lt;br /&gt;não haverá frio sob nosso cobertor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde o amor abraça a calma,&lt;br /&gt;a paz define, os anseios de quem ama&lt;br /&gt;pois de fato a vida é pra sorrir&lt;br /&gt;posto que o desejo é pura chama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixe que por onde a chuva cai&lt;br /&gt;há que vir molhando a esperança&lt;br /&gt;se o amor encontra onde morar&lt;br /&gt;tudo é lindo e belo qual criança...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;06/01/2012&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-132464041334156031?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/132464041334156031/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2012/01/versos-molhados.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/132464041334156031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/132464041334156031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2012/01/versos-molhados.html' title='Versos Molhados'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Le4m7BDZ2W8/TxasfpgLYZI/AAAAAAAACHE/a4H2ZYRz4EY/s72-c/241.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-731998798484262480</id><published>2012-01-18T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T03:25:09.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema para um Novo Ano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cVcsILYX8GY/TxasDfKOq3I/AAAAAAAACG4/e2Y-ZpZcHO0/s1600/ano-novo.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cVcsILYX8GY/TxasDfKOq3I/AAAAAAAACG4/e2Y-ZpZcHO0/s400/ano-novo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há que se esquecer a dúvida&lt;br /&gt;para acreditar na possibilidade&lt;br /&gt;há de fenecer o infortúnio&lt;br /&gt;para o novo aplauso da bondade &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse novo ano que se inicia&lt;br /&gt;nossos sonhos serão aluviões&lt;br /&gt;e o amor que dantes fora desejado&lt;br /&gt;aquecerá de novo os corações&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sei que tudo pode ser real&lt;br /&gt;o mal jamais ofuscará o bem&lt;br /&gt;e aquela dúvida que cultivávamos&lt;br /&gt;não terá lugar no pódio da certeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a nuvem dantes cinza escura&lt;br /&gt;foi clareada com o branco da paz&lt;br /&gt;então a canção out’rora esquecida &lt;br /&gt;sorriu tão bela, como a cor lilás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Olhe amigo, veja:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosso céu novamente tingiu-se de azul e, está lindo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;03/01/2012&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-731998798484262480?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/731998798484262480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2012/01/poema-para-um-novo-ano.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/731998798484262480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-2697848736584988383</id><published>2012-01-18T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T03:22:08.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desenho colorido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e0QL095BGIU/TxarWhIKTGI/AAAAAAAACGs/YS5qpmD4oMk/s1600/Item-1508735-500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="254" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e0QL095BGIU/TxarWhIKTGI/AAAAAAAACGs/YS5qpmD4oMk/s400/Item-1508735-500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou pingente em verso e lua&lt;br /&gt;namorando inverso à rua&lt;br /&gt;qual brilhante que há em mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou sigilo e anonimato&lt;br /&gt;dependente em meio ao fato&lt;br /&gt;sempre fui e sou assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminho numa alameda de flores&lt;br /&gt;por onde a essência me quer&lt;br /&gt;brincando por entre os amores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou peixe de um lago azul,&lt;br /&gt;fascínio que sempre me encanta&lt;br /&gt;vez em quando pesco uma estrela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então na amplidão desse universo&lt;br /&gt;volto a desenhar desejos e anseios &lt;br /&gt;para colorir em você, minhas virtudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;02/01/12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-2697848736584988383?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/2697848736584988383/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2012/01/desenho-colorido.html#comment-form' title='0 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e0QL095BGIU/TxarWhIKTGI/AAAAAAAACGs/YS5qpmD4oMk/s72-c/Item-1508735-500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-463000827819998790</id><published>2012-01-18T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T03:19:29.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redoma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kmefRFohl2U/TxaqvDVDgcI/AAAAAAAACGg/ZlxdLPNmAGA/s1600/REDOMA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="393" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kmefRFohl2U/TxaqvDVDgcI/AAAAAAAACGg/ZlxdLPNmAGA/s400/REDOMA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe um encanto, na alma do tempo&lt;br /&gt;que no contratempo exala meu ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E onde a medula define a genética&lt;br /&gt;de tão salutar refaz meu querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim na redoma, do meu egoísmo&lt;br /&gt;desfaço a moldura, que tem meu querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então no recôndito de meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;desculpas invento e, me prendo a você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;02/01/12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-463000827819998790?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/463000827819998790/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2012/01/redoma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/463000827819998790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/463000827819998790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2012/01/redoma.html' title='Redoma'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kmefRFohl2U/TxaqvDVDgcI/AAAAAAAACGg/ZlxdLPNmAGA/s72-c/REDOMA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-6837541902023735294</id><published>2012-01-18T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T03:15:49.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Versos Cintilantes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F9bDJNsMSew/Txap3aec8zI/AAAAAAAACGU/YdrZBVubRLw/s1600/mel%2Bgama.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F9bDJNsMSew/Txap3aec8zI/AAAAAAAACGU/YdrZBVubRLw/s400/mel%2Bgama.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda busco a paz para aquecer minh’alma&lt;br /&gt;A chama a calma prum novo viver&lt;br /&gt;A luz brilhando clareando a aurora&lt;br /&gt;E ver o teu sorriso a cada amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo a vida plena iluminando o amor&lt;br /&gt;Cintilando num fulgor pra matizar o belo&lt;br /&gt;Eternizar um gesto bom e esquecer a dor&lt;br /&gt;Enternecer num abraço, o laço mais fraterno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a mansidão perene dos homens de bem&lt;br /&gt;Rever alegremente todos os valores&lt;br /&gt;Jamais me preocupar em procurar culpados. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também não desejar o mal para ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que a vida traga novos dissabores&lt;br /&gt;Deixar me conduzir somente ao toque dos amados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;31/12/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-6837541902023735294?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/6837541902023735294/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2012/01/versos-cintilantes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/6837541902023735294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/6837541902023735294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2012/01/versos-cintilantes.html' title='Versos Cintilantes'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F9bDJNsMSew/Txap3aec8zI/AAAAAAAACGU/YdrZBVubRLw/s72-c/mel%2Bgama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-7144771706003024368</id><published>2011-12-17T02:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T08:15:05.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Futebol Feminino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OHreV2A_Vco/TuxtJf2ujQI/AAAAAAAACGI/9rkGNJEtUdc/s1600/brasilfem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OHreV2A_Vco/TuxtJf2ujQI/AAAAAAAACGI/9rkGNJEtUdc/s400/brasilfem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das maravilhas que &lt;br /&gt;ultimamente assisto na tv&lt;br /&gt;é a graça do futebol feminino...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zé Deputado, me ouviu e criou um decreto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Que as camisas, entre as jogadoras adversárias,&lt;br /&gt;imediatamente após o jogo, sejam trocadas em campo"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, tais momentos exigem. Confraternização!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a palavra: A torcida masculina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;16/12/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-7144771706003024368?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/7144771706003024368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/12/futebol-feminino.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/7144771706003024368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/7144771706003024368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/12/futebol-feminino.html' title='Futebol Feminino'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OHreV2A_Vco/TuxtJf2ujQI/AAAAAAAACGI/9rkGNJEtUdc/s72-c/brasilfem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-4207510967764566341</id><published>2011-12-17T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T02:20:18.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Valsa e a Rosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--gehck1DFac/Tuxs2qGtZeI/AAAAAAAACF8/Pjhi-Nc3qVU/s1600/B2655.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="269" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--gehck1DFac/Tuxs2qGtZeI/AAAAAAAACF8/Pjhi-Nc3qVU/s400/B2655.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem um quê de rosa flor,&lt;br /&gt;na essência de meu ser.&lt;br /&gt;Tem um xis indefinido,&lt;br /&gt;do sentido em meu viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou perdido entre fragrâncias,&lt;br /&gt;miscelâneas de ilusões.&lt;br /&gt;Pois da rosa que há em mim&lt;br /&gt;quando em vez faço canções.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem dera o tom exato,&lt;br /&gt;três por quatro a valsar.&lt;br /&gt;Sem o quê que vem de ti,&lt;br /&gt;quão difícil é meu cantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim sonhando um tema,&lt;br /&gt;num dilema, tão só meu.&lt;br /&gt;Pois de ti somente vejo,&lt;br /&gt;o querer que se perdeu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;15/12/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-4207510967764566341?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/4207510967764566341/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/12/valsa-e-rosa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/4207510967764566341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/4207510967764566341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/12/valsa-e-rosa.html' title='A Valsa e a Rosa'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--gehck1DFac/Tuxs2qGtZeI/AAAAAAAACF8/Pjhi-Nc3qVU/s72-c/B2655.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-2060891915999377016</id><published>2011-12-14T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T15:45:01.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entre a Bruxa e a Fada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-njC-i5mKsGU/Tuk09fnmXxI/AAAAAAAACFw/_jm9Uz0BkE0/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" width="199" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-njC-i5mKsGU/Tuk09fnmXxI/AAAAAAAACFw/_jm9Uz0BkE0/s400/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero um gole de champagne&lt;br /&gt;pra brindar seu lado bom&lt;br /&gt;quero um beijo estalado&lt;br /&gt;bem marcado de batom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E depois dessa zoada&lt;br /&gt;onde a fada se despede&lt;br /&gt;quero um trago de cachaça&lt;br /&gt;para a bruxa que em mim vive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem vezes que a bruxa é muito melhor&lt;br /&gt;que a fada regulando meu comportamento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;13/12/11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-2060891915999377016?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/2060891915999377016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/12/entre-bruxa-e-fada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/2060891915999377016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/2060891915999377016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/12/entre-bruxa-e-fada.html' title='Entre a Bruxa e a Fada'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-njC-i5mKsGU/Tuk09fnmXxI/AAAAAAAACFw/_jm9Uz0BkE0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-1435303983058394303</id><published>2011-12-14T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T15:40:52.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noel Desastrado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBEeMa79f04/Tukz_JhDG4I/AAAAAAAACFk/1Q89kUjA_ms/s1600/PQAAACiN2njMZMfbZwg3_dYEzTdlI-A_yJ_NM748T7t4OqFUoEKtZdn4PCIlSHb1DNEkNcPWv8slq26yWiH8BpS52xAAm1T1UC6lmEeZu2aTTE4668gtqmar_JlI.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBEeMa79f04/Tukz_JhDG4I/AAAAAAAACFk/1Q89kUjA_ms/s400/PQAAACiN2njMZMfbZwg3_dYEzTdlI-A_yJ_NM748T7t4OqFUoEKtZdn4PCIlSHb1DNEkNcPWv8slq26yWiH8BpS52xAAm1T1UC6lmEeZu2aTTE4668gtqmar_JlI.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu Papai Noel se danou de novo&lt;br /&gt;inventou descer pela chaminé,&lt;br /&gt;mas, esta tinha uma curva de 90º&lt;br /&gt;aí o Noel virou um Papai Mané entalado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aquele famigerado hôu...hôu...hôu...&lt;br /&gt;fica zoando nos meus ouvidos: ai...ai...ai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pior que não há Bombeiro que dê jeito...&lt;br /&gt;acho que só sai com um tiro de sal no traseiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;12/12/11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-1435303983058394303?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/1435303983058394303/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/12/noel-desastrado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/1435303983058394303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/1435303983058394303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/12/noel-desastrado.html' title='Noel Desastrado'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBEeMa79f04/Tukz_JhDG4I/AAAAAAAACFk/1Q89kUjA_ms/s72-c/PQAAACiN2njMZMfbZwg3_dYEzTdlI-A_yJ_NM748T7t4OqFUoEKtZdn4PCIlSHb1DNEkNcPWv8slq26yWiH8BpS52xAAm1T1UC6lmEeZu2aTTE4668gtqmar_JlI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-8672670003630675617</id><published>2011-12-14T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T15:35:03.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esculhambação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ub3eABK9ukg/TukymMFxCDI/AAAAAAAACFM/TXWo6p0Cze0/s1600/basta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ub3eABK9ukg/TukymMFxCDI/AAAAAAAACFM/TXWo6p0Cze0/s400/basta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero o máximo, do seu máximo&lt;br /&gt;já que o mínimo, não me convenceu,&lt;br /&gt;não me importo, se me achar machista&lt;br /&gt;estou me lixando se me chamar, só seu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me preocupo, se o amor é grande&lt;br /&gt;muito menos ainda, se ele é seu menor&lt;br /&gt;faz tanto tempo que não me iludo mais&lt;br /&gt;ficou lá pra trás um boboca sonhador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já tomei tanta botinada da vida,&lt;br /&gt;que virou piada esse papo de paixão&lt;br /&gt;não me venha apontando o dedo&lt;br /&gt;já não mete medo a sua falação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de ser filósofo e educado.&lt;br /&gt;Quero mais é esculhambar o tédio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;11/12/11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-8672670003630675617?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/8672670003630675617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/12/esculhambacao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/8672670003630675617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/8672670003630675617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/12/esculhambacao.html' title='Esculhambação'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ub3eABK9ukg/TukymMFxCDI/AAAAAAAACFM/TXWo6p0Cze0/s72-c/basta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-2677710494585750653</id><published>2011-12-14T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T15:33:01.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da cor do Sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hWvP080ch_k/TukyIF59YVI/AAAAAAAACFA/nDDd5xcOTxY/s1600/imagens-lindas-trabalhadas-sol-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hWvP080ch_k/TukyIF59YVI/AAAAAAAACFA/nDDd5xcOTxY/s400/imagens-lindas-trabalhadas-sol-11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo na ponta da estrela do sul&lt;br /&gt;um brilho de luz, que vem de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto nas cores do brilhar do sol&lt;br /&gt;um favo de mel, de doce prazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa cor do favo de mel, os raios do sol cintilam&lt;br /&gt;vejo que tingem os pelos, de uma gata selvagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mel e o sol me lembram você.&lt;br /&gt;O sol e o mel me encantam o viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;07/12/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-2677710494585750653?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/2677710494585750653/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/12/da-cor-do-sol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/2677710494585750653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/2677710494585750653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/12/da-cor-do-sol.html' title='Da cor do Sol'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hWvP080ch_k/TukyIF59YVI/AAAAAAAACFA/nDDd5xcOTxY/s72-c/imagens-lindas-trabalhadas-sol-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-7623092401666437662</id><published>2011-12-14T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T15:31:21.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Direito adquirido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hsRWXWlAZj4/TukxwWAmEgI/AAAAAAAACE0/yyNFHGAtwLw/s1600/964D7F209C9BFC2D8ACC5B2BCB9F0C13B3EA_diploma.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="270" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hsRWXWlAZj4/TukxwWAmEgI/AAAAAAAACE0/yyNFHGAtwLw/s400/964D7F209C9BFC2D8ACC5B2BCB9F0C13B3EA_diploma.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zombaram de nós,&lt;br /&gt;tripudiaram sobre nosso sofrimento,&lt;br /&gt;agora deram-me o direito de rir&lt;br /&gt;de tantas mentiras criadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficou claro seu falatório besta,&lt;br /&gt;que se dane a consideração que lhe tinha.&lt;br /&gt;quero mais é que vá plantar batatinha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah!... Os versos são idiotas? Concordo...&lt;br /&gt;Mas não vou aqui ficar gastando vocabulário,&lt;br /&gt;com energúmenos trogloditas metidos a poliglotas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;07/12/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-7623092401666437662?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/7623092401666437662/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/12/direito-adquirido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/7623092401666437662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/7623092401666437662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/12/direito-adquirido.html' title='Direito adquirido'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hsRWXWlAZj4/TukxwWAmEgI/AAAAAAAACE0/yyNFHGAtwLw/s72-c/964D7F209C9BFC2D8ACC5B2BCB9F0C13B3EA_diploma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-6476893922789434737</id><published>2011-12-14T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T15:28:52.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canoa sem direção</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6_fYTVfoK94/TukxK-JEdQI/AAAAAAAACEo/cH80vEC3mfE/s1600/334.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6_fYTVfoK94/TukxK-JEdQI/AAAAAAAACEo/cH80vEC3mfE/s400/334.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você pede calma&lt;br /&gt;mas eu não entendo&lt;br /&gt;e vou explicar&lt;br /&gt;esse mal entendido&lt;br /&gt;é que ando às voltas &lt;br /&gt;com tanto alarido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz que está tudo certo&lt;br /&gt;e quando vou conferir&lt;br /&gt;só o engodo constato &lt;br /&gt;pra seu novo mentir&lt;br /&gt;isso é coisa perversa&lt;br /&gt;pois não vejo um porvir &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As crianças continuam&lt;br /&gt;se drogando nas praças&lt;br /&gt;e você não descobre&lt;br /&gt;de quem são as trapaças&lt;br /&gt;mas insiste porém&lt;br /&gt;nas asneiras e arruaças&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai tomar providências&lt;br /&gt;mas é só no discurso&lt;br /&gt;nossa calma, porém&lt;br /&gt;vive só do absurdo&lt;br /&gt;mas você no entanto&lt;br /&gt;novamente se faz surdo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está mais que na hora&lt;br /&gt;de assumirmos esse remo,&lt;br /&gt;do jeito que está, certamente&lt;br /&gt;essa canoa vai afundar&lt;br /&gt;e ninguém assumirá a culpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-6476893922789434737?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/6476893922789434737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/12/canoa-sem-direcao.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/6476893922789434737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/6476893922789434737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/12/canoa-sem-direcao.html' title='Canoa sem direção'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6_fYTVfoK94/TukxK-JEdQI/AAAAAAAACEo/cH80vEC3mfE/s72-c/334.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-4681592242729288257</id><published>2011-12-14T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T15:26:25.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enganos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CeG-oMYuiVM/TukwlTWOqxI/AAAAAAAACEc/uKNgFp7EyWE/s1600/desespero.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CeG-oMYuiVM/TukwlTWOqxI/AAAAAAAACEc/uKNgFp7EyWE/s400/desespero.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu engano é fato&lt;br /&gt;fartamente triste&lt;br /&gt;e ronda a ilusão,&lt;br /&gt;meu acerto é pífio&lt;br /&gt;ainda assim lacônico&lt;br /&gt;e cobra outra razão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou na era do somos&lt;br /&gt;anjo decaído&lt;br /&gt;nesse andor de barro,&lt;br /&gt;preso ao passado&lt;br /&gt;sem qualquer sentido&lt;br /&gt;mas, em tudo consumado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A realidade que me chega agora&lt;br /&gt;traz outra história&lt;br /&gt;por outra questão,&lt;br /&gt;ao romper da aurora&lt;br /&gt;sinto-me lá fora&lt;br /&gt;dentro de nova versão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;1º/12/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-4681592242729288257?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/4681592242729288257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/12/enganos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/4681592242729288257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/4681592242729288257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/12/enganos.html' title='Enganos'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CeG-oMYuiVM/TukwlTWOqxI/AAAAAAAACEc/uKNgFp7EyWE/s72-c/desespero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-6073251232875632239</id><published>2011-12-14T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T15:22:40.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gritante</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jj4ubZOAxZc/TukvuRB5TkI/AAAAAAAACEQ/RaUJfiqOIhU/s1600/abandono.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jj4ubZOAxZc/TukvuRB5TkI/AAAAAAAACEQ/RaUJfiqOIhU/s400/abandono.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda procuro o verso,&lt;br /&gt;qual o anzol e linha,&lt;br /&gt;para lhe prender...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda recordo o tempo,&lt;br /&gt;que no contratempo&lt;br /&gt;pôs em tudo um fim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o peito chora&lt;br /&gt;porque a alma grita&lt;br /&gt;por saber-se, só.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;1º/12/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-6073251232875632239?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/6073251232875632239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/12/gritante.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/6073251232875632239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/6073251232875632239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/12/gritante.html' title='Gritante'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jj4ubZOAxZc/TukvuRB5TkI/AAAAAAAACEQ/RaUJfiqOIhU/s72-c/abandono.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-9207307068596524735</id><published>2011-12-14T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T15:19:51.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Mar das Minas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8GfrftpLur4/TukvEGmi01I/AAAAAAAACEE/j__0xfCF5SY/s1600/mar%2Bde%2Bminas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8GfrftpLur4/TukvEGmi01I/AAAAAAAACEE/j__0xfCF5SY/s400/mar%2Bde%2Bminas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou mesmo um sonhador assumido,&lt;br /&gt;quando não estou catando conchinhas do mar&lt;br /&gt;estou contando estrelas no céu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí você deduz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que idiota o que há de especial nisso?&lt;br /&gt;Bom, o céu é de todos, as estrelas pertencem a todos...&lt;br /&gt;Mas, como catar conchinhas do mar de Minas Gerais?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É no mar de Minas, que moram os sonhos de um matuto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;30/11/11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-9207307068596524735?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/9207307068596524735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-mar-das-minas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/9207307068596524735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/9207307068596524735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-mar-das-minas.html' title='O Mar das Minas'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8GfrftpLur4/TukvEGmi01I/AAAAAAAACEE/j__0xfCF5SY/s72-c/mar%2Bde%2Bminas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-1668455917327544361</id><published>2011-12-14T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T15:17:31.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>É assim, que assim é</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B5F5NPglEbM/Tukugtoy5AI/AAAAAAAACD4/MkoMpMuSffA/s1600/700x0_1271124394-450x451.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="399" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B5F5NPglEbM/Tukugtoy5AI/AAAAAAAACD4/MkoMpMuSffA/s400/700x0_1271124394-450x451.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É na pinta da onça que o chumbo rebate&lt;br /&gt;É na volta da curva que a reta começa&lt;br /&gt;É na contradição que edito essa fala&lt;br /&gt;É na rede do tempo que enrosco o desejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É na salva de tiros que descubro o herói&lt;br /&gt;É na ponta da lança que a caça desaba&lt;br /&gt;É do ontem no hoje que o amanhã recomeça&lt;br /&gt;É na pressa de tudo que destoa o querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É na troca da farpa que a ferida se abre&lt;br /&gt;É na deixa do amargo que o doce anuncia&lt;br /&gt;É na onda do mar que a maré se levanta&lt;br /&gt;É na perda do amor que a dor não acaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;27/11/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-1668455917327544361?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/1668455917327544361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/12/e-assim-que-assim-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/1668455917327544361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/1668455917327544361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/12/e-assim-que-assim-e.html' title='É assim, que assim é'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B5F5NPglEbM/Tukugtoy5AI/AAAAAAAACD4/MkoMpMuSffA/s72-c/700x0_1271124394-450x451.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-1282427941462356222</id><published>2011-12-14T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T15:15:49.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A paciência é uma virtude ímpar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fRGOIsJ20BI/TukuHnKmVSI/AAAAAAAACDs/kfiReVM95R0/s1600/Exerc%25C3%25ADcios-de-Paci%25C3%25AAncia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="323" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fRGOIsJ20BI/TukuHnKmVSI/AAAAAAAACDs/kfiReVM95R0/s400/Exerc%25C3%25ADcios-de-Paci%25C3%25AAncia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não serei do contra, nem tampouco a favor&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sou aluno, muito menos professor&lt;br /&gt;Não sou de veneta, não sou nada do que pensa&lt;br /&gt;Nunca fui maluco e não quero desavença...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me iludo atoa, com seu papo pastelão&lt;br /&gt;Conheço sua história e seu andar na contra-mão&lt;br /&gt;Se o seu passado a moçada descobrir&lt;br /&gt;Antes da subida sei que você vai cair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero ver sua falácia nesse dia&lt;br /&gt;Ao mostrar o mapa onde foi sua moradia&lt;br /&gt;Eu poderia até sofisticar as falas minhas&lt;br /&gt;Mas não me interessa complicar nas entrelinhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero mesmo ver a cara do povão&lt;br /&gt;Que comprou uma perua pensando ser pavão&lt;br /&gt;Então meus versos pobres ganharão um colorido&lt;br /&gt;Vou equalizá-los pra lhes dar novo sentido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou aguardando a hora da verdade...&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho pressa, mas justiça quero ter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;26/11/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-1282427941462356222?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/1282427941462356222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/12/paciencia-e-uma-virtude-impar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/1282427941462356222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/1282427941462356222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/12/paciencia-e-uma-virtude-impar.html' title='A paciência é uma virtude ímpar.'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fRGOIsJ20BI/TukuHnKmVSI/AAAAAAAACDs/kfiReVM95R0/s72-c/Exerc%25C3%25ADcios-de-Paci%25C3%25AAncia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-4688929971210092934</id><published>2011-12-14T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T15:13:56.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fonte do Desejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QrRs06LB9T4/TuktqdJVF0I/AAAAAAAACDg/fTxIvT4f-Cg/s1600/fr5lpsaabnmz.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="357" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QrRs06LB9T4/TuktqdJVF0I/AAAAAAAACDg/fTxIvT4f-Cg/s400/fr5lpsaabnmz.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o antagonismo das idéias chulas&lt;br /&gt;seja em mim o senso de novas virtudes&lt;br /&gt;que o idealismo das idéias férteis&lt;br /&gt;venha para mim nas asas do melhor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o pior não seja parte do meu todo&lt;br /&gt;pra que minha anátema seja ignorada&lt;br /&gt;onde a ode do destino venha compassiva&lt;br /&gt;pois se permissiva traz minha degola...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que o anonimato não me vença nunca&lt;br /&gt;mas também que o brilho marque a partilha&lt;br /&gt;bem sei que minha trilha já foi definida&lt;br /&gt;pois então que a vida possa me sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;26/11/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-4688929971210092934?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/4688929971210092934/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/12/fonte-do-desejo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/4688929971210092934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/4688929971210092934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/12/fonte-do-desejo.html' title='Fonte do Desejo'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QrRs06LB9T4/TuktqdJVF0I/AAAAAAAACDg/fTxIvT4f-Cg/s72-c/fr5lpsaabnmz.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-2158716263570710611</id><published>2011-12-14T15:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T15:07:33.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do que sou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-APiGdS4SV90/TuksLLXSgxI/AAAAAAAACDU/swE3zsyJ9IU/s1600/DSC00714.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-APiGdS4SV90/TuksLLXSgxI/AAAAAAAACDU/swE3zsyJ9IU/s400/DSC00714.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou mineiro, sou viola&lt;br /&gt;cantoria sou canção&lt;br /&gt;sou menino sem escola&lt;br /&gt;de chinelo e de calção...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patativa de Assaré&lt;br /&gt;sou mais um a esperar&lt;br /&gt;sou também do igarapé&lt;br /&gt;e sem terra pra plantar...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sou o mestre Suassuna&lt;br /&gt;e sou Jackson do Pandeiro&lt;br /&gt;das areias sou as dunas&lt;br /&gt;do nordeste brasileiro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou do texto contestado&lt;br /&gt;persistente vou além&lt;br /&gt;se me vejo incomodado&lt;br /&gt;eu rabisco o meu porém...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou do verso um poetinha&lt;br /&gt;desse céu de cor anil,&lt;br /&gt;um sô Zé que já definha&lt;br /&gt;por sofrer pelo Brasil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-2158716263570710611?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/2158716263570710611/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/12/do-que-sou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/2158716263570710611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/2158716263570710611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/12/do-que-sou.html' title='Do que sou'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-APiGdS4SV90/TuksLLXSgxI/AAAAAAAACDU/swE3zsyJ9IU/s72-c/DSC00714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-5556518925847321444</id><published>2011-11-21T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T13:36:28.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canto de Anjo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mRbfsbhPWfk/TsrEUWNPMRI/AAAAAAAACC8/10xiQw0TvEU/s1600/angel_rubi%2B%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="344" width="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mRbfsbhPWfk/TsrEUWNPMRI/AAAAAAAACC8/10xiQw0TvEU/s400/angel_rubi%2B%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que a fala que ouvi&lt;br /&gt;não parecia ser daqui&lt;br /&gt;mas sim de outro lugar&lt;br /&gt;parecia voz dum anjo&lt;br /&gt;e na perfeição do arranjo&lt;br /&gt;era um hino a entoar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquela voz em melodia&lt;br /&gt;era sim uma harmonia&lt;br /&gt;dum arcanjo estrelar&lt;br /&gt;eu então assim parado&lt;br /&gt;me prendia admirado&lt;br /&gt;ouvindo o belo cantarolar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde então vivo a imaginar harpas no espaço&lt;br /&gt;e, procurando a voz que se perdeu de mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;21/11/11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-5556518925847321444?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/5556518925847321444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/canto-de-anjo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/5556518925847321444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/5556518925847321444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/canto-de-anjo.html' title='Canto de Anjo'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mRbfsbhPWfk/TsrEUWNPMRI/AAAAAAAACC8/10xiQw0TvEU/s72-c/angel_rubi%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-1720983737473925202</id><published>2011-11-16T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T18:42:16.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Papo de Velhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NLEGyZ4fmOc/TsR0eOS3o6I/AAAAAAAACCw/Bg_O8nh8r9g/s1600/OwAAAMOZ1uDmUtFdm-VA6jVuQh39ndkgkScVKpauj7x7LTHA8YVI4_wheflS6DlJ_MbBaxwpEpFM57G35Dmhwx0F8bIAm1T1UH5W2x6zvX0x2eQSISJpGzyKOw0q.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="303" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NLEGyZ4fmOc/TsR0eOS3o6I/AAAAAAAACCw/Bg_O8nh8r9g/s400/OwAAAMOZ1uDmUtFdm-VA6jVuQh39ndkgkScVKpauj7x7LTHA8YVI4_wheflS6DlJ_MbBaxwpEpFM57G35Dmhwx0F8bIAm1T1UH5W2x6zvX0x2eQSISJpGzyKOw0q.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por traz do espelho&lt;br /&gt;a imagem me diz&lt;br /&gt;que o tempo é apressado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ontem correndo&lt;br /&gt;passou qual relâmpago&lt;br /&gt;me deixando atrasado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um velho estende-me sua mão,&lt;br /&gt;só agora percebi que o menino,&lt;br /&gt;desavergonhadamente me abandonou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O velho do espelho me disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-que isso cara, acaso não sabes,&lt;br /&gt;que a juventude sempre foi apressada?&lt;br /&gt;Deixe o menino pra lá, venha, vamos conversar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;15/11/11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-1720983737473925202?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/1720983737473925202/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/papo-de-velhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/1720983737473925202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/1720983737473925202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/papo-de-velhos.html' title='Papo de Velhos'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NLEGyZ4fmOc/TsR0eOS3o6I/AAAAAAAACCw/Bg_O8nh8r9g/s72-c/OwAAAMOZ1uDmUtFdm-VA6jVuQh39ndkgkScVKpauj7x7LTHA8YVI4_wheflS6DlJ_MbBaxwpEpFM57G35Dmhwx0F8bIAm1T1UH5W2x6zvX0x2eQSISJpGzyKOw0q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-8288139011621326336</id><published>2011-11-16T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T18:40:32.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luzes do Néon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OAa3K-z7b7U/TsR0Fr27psI/AAAAAAAACCk/1890H7N5Cx8/s1600/PQAAANIK-7wm9FkmU4GlM0p2MvqXP3dKCn3JaVdsR6wGZd1x0N9TtdukazXM3kchCHM1ywYn1h2ULRBefRSnbOTHFZcAm1T1UO3yfmwFncMYrIJGs8ZO-X2tLWbQ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OAa3K-z7b7U/TsR0Fr27psI/AAAAAAAACCk/1890H7N5Cx8/s400/PQAAANIK-7wm9FkmU4GlM0p2MvqXP3dKCn3JaVdsR6wGZd1x0N9TtdukazXM3kchCHM1ywYn1h2ULRBefRSnbOTHFZcAm1T1UO3yfmwFncMYrIJGs8ZO-X2tLWbQ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cintilantes cores&lt;br /&gt;quais batons e bocas&lt;br /&gt;loucas por amores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre faiscantes&lt;br /&gt;chamas tão ardentes&lt;br /&gt;como as paixões...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida só tem sentido&lt;br /&gt;quando o colorido&lt;br /&gt;dá sentido à vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre amei as luzes do néon&lt;br /&gt;elas são belas e me lembram&lt;br /&gt;estrelas terrenas em frenesi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;15/11/11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-8288139011621326336?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/8288139011621326336/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/luzes-do-neon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/8288139011621326336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/8288139011621326336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/luzes-do-neon.html' title='Luzes do Néon'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OAa3K-z7b7U/TsR0Fr27psI/AAAAAAAACCk/1890H7N5Cx8/s72-c/PQAAANIK-7wm9FkmU4GlM0p2MvqXP3dKCn3JaVdsR6wGZd1x0N9TtdukazXM3kchCHM1ywYn1h2ULRBefRSnbOTHFZcAm1T1UO3yfmwFncMYrIJGs8ZO-X2tLWbQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-3182375708507493987</id><published>2011-11-16T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T18:39:16.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A nudez feminina deveria ser lei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gz4FCBrWOnI/TsRzxcHwkcI/AAAAAAAACCY/iclI_lAPE7U/s1600/PQAAAG5xzoYJTBZ3ZihBRd557lQu0zqCXA7U1YOZpvUzCh5Wycfgk3jZHGeC4KqDFSmxFHW9ZeVQyW_CbkYm8wVRjtkAm1T1ULK4cP5aWXJrxZ7sisUIhZmPcKoM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="289" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gz4FCBrWOnI/TsRzxcHwkcI/AAAAAAAACCY/iclI_lAPE7U/s400/PQAAAG5xzoYJTBZ3ZihBRd557lQu0zqCXA7U1YOZpvUzCh5Wycfgk3jZHGeC4KqDFSmxFHW9ZeVQyW_CbkYm8wVRjtkAm1T1ULK4cP5aWXJrxZ7sisUIhZmPcKoM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em todas as peças você fica bem,&lt;br /&gt;vestidos curtos ou longos, não importa,&lt;br /&gt;por que teria eu preocupações, com a embalagem,&lt;br /&gt;se o que desejo é o recheio e o amor que dele vem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quer saber? &lt;br /&gt;Se dependesse da minha opinião,&lt;br /&gt;fábricas de vestes femininas, quebrariam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;15/11/11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-3182375708507493987?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/3182375708507493987/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/nudez-feminina-deveria-ser-lei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/3182375708507493987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/3182375708507493987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/nudez-feminina-deveria-ser-lei.html' title='A nudez feminina deveria ser lei'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gz4FCBrWOnI/TsRzxcHwkcI/AAAAAAAACCY/iclI_lAPE7U/s72-c/PQAAAG5xzoYJTBZ3ZihBRd557lQu0zqCXA7U1YOZpvUzCh5Wycfgk3jZHGeC4KqDFSmxFHW9ZeVQyW_CbkYm8wVRjtkAm1T1ULK4cP5aWXJrxZ7sisUIhZmPcKoM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-844412590966937350</id><published>2011-11-16T18:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T18:37:49.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Está Decretado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6qp-8xe8Ins/TsRzcGp3EkI/AAAAAAAACCM/RcfhH267doE/s1600/PQAAABMTfgfe1pB_I2tSQcGnAlAh5wGH9GIHAnCaYlJ0bsoqJG_6b94XbhIVsMTf3tt5CwBYVPrs53Kcp7yAcJ8N3boAm1T1UP3gvzHO5W1FpNUcqMP6YO8gxsiJ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="284" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6qp-8xe8Ins/TsRzcGp3EkI/AAAAAAAACCM/RcfhH267doE/s400/PQAAABMTfgfe1pB_I2tSQcGnAlAh5wGH9GIHAnCaYlJ0bsoqJG_6b94XbhIVsMTf3tt5CwBYVPrs53Kcp7yAcJ8N3boAm1T1UP3gvzHO5W1FpNUcqMP6YO8gxsiJ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o universo conspire a nosso favor&lt;br /&gt;Que a plenitude seja a essência do amor&lt;br /&gt;Que a cidade inteira possa testemunhar&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade traduzida por esse beijo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o amor seja bem mais que desejo&lt;br /&gt;Que o homem respeite esse momento sagrado&lt;br /&gt;Onde o divino possa encontrar na essência&lt;br /&gt;A entrega das almas por dois seres ligados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;15/11/11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-844412590966937350?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/844412590966937350/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/esta-decretado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/844412590966937350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/844412590966937350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/esta-decretado.html' title='Está Decretado'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6qp-8xe8Ins/TsRzcGp3EkI/AAAAAAAACCM/RcfhH267doE/s72-c/PQAAABMTfgfe1pB_I2tSQcGnAlAh5wGH9GIHAnCaYlJ0bsoqJG_6b94XbhIVsMTf3tt5CwBYVPrs53Kcp7yAcJ8N3boAm1T1UP3gvzHO5W1FpNUcqMP6YO8gxsiJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-1507479072044531673</id><published>2011-11-12T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T02:09:20.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acorde Universal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wwaf9_oxmRw/Tr5Fx43XQbI/AAAAAAAACCA/Uw2O2SuGR7s/s1600/menina_violao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wwaf9_oxmRw/Tr5Fx43XQbI/AAAAAAAACCA/Uw2O2SuGR7s/s400/menina_violao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero uma lúdica canção&lt;br /&gt;que transforme o som, em frêmitos apelos... &lt;br /&gt;Que faça da minh’alma diáfana,&lt;br /&gt;uma tranqüila aceitação do belo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero a convicção de novo porvir, &lt;br /&gt;e sem constrangimento, buscar a esperança &lt;br /&gt;e que esta, não seja apenas uma ilusão passageira...&lt;br /&gt;Busco a derradeira estrela, para enfeitar meu sonho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que esse sonho seja um acorde universal &lt;br /&gt;onde a paz dê a tônica dos sentidos do viver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;11/11/11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-1507479072044531673?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/1507479072044531673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/acorde-universal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/1507479072044531673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/1507479072044531673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/acorde-universal.html' title='Acorde Universal'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wwaf9_oxmRw/Tr5Fx43XQbI/AAAAAAAACCA/Uw2O2SuGR7s/s72-c/menina_violao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-2228195625161905445</id><published>2011-11-12T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T02:04:58.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seria se não fosse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LRsfKPFlQyI/Tr5EwtPXGCI/AAAAAAAACB0/vDrVu9DjF_4/s1600/Rob_Oele_Streetart_in_the_NL_2004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LRsfKPFlQyI/Tr5EwtPXGCI/AAAAAAAACB0/vDrVu9DjF_4/s400/Rob_Oele_Streetart_in_the_NL_2004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você vive pendurado na marquise&lt;br /&gt;e sempre em crise...&lt;br /&gt;mas tem um besta observando da esquina&lt;br /&gt;e é facínora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você vive machucado pela vida e sem guarida&lt;br /&gt;mas existe sempre um trouxa a perguntar:&lt;br /&gt;-tá tudo bem?&lt;br /&gt;E ainda pensa que você tem que dizer, amém...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você vive equilibrando no arame, seria lógico,&lt;br /&gt;mas o arame é farpado &lt;br /&gt;por isso te vejo mancando com o pé furado&lt;br /&gt;mas, existe um idiota que não cumpre o combinado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seria muito certo se não fosse tudo errado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;07/11/11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-2228195625161905445?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/2228195625161905445/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/seria-se-nao-fosse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/2228195625161905445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/2228195625161905445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/seria-se-nao-fosse.html' title='Seria se não fosse'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LRsfKPFlQyI/Tr5EwtPXGCI/AAAAAAAACB0/vDrVu9DjF_4/s72-c/Rob_Oele_Streetart_in_the_NL_2004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-6969457768982112542</id><published>2011-11-12T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T02:02:18.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>É só você querer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-99pkFL4R0cQ/Tr5EHhwYfcI/AAAAAAAACBo/uD8f95ndpFc/s1600/Imagens_d%2527amor_%252819%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-99pkFL4R0cQ/Tr5EHhwYfcI/AAAAAAAACBo/uD8f95ndpFc/s400/Imagens_d%2527amor_%252819%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pra tecer uma rede mágica estudei pra tecelão&lt;br /&gt;bom aluno me formei tenho o amor no coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O novelo desse amor, traz sabor do puro mel&lt;br /&gt;que no cheiro da fina flor traz a cor dum lindo céu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amor casto e sincero é o valsar dum querubim&lt;br /&gt;que nas asas do infinito é canção que não tem fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem no apreço mais risonho, sonho livre de criança&lt;br /&gt;de cabelos cacheados com o olhar da esperança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse meu amor é seu, basta tão somente querer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;07/11/11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-6969457768982112542?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/6969457768982112542/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/e-so-voce-querer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/6969457768982112542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/6969457768982112542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/e-so-voce-querer.html' title='É só você querer'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-99pkFL4R0cQ/Tr5EHhwYfcI/AAAAAAAACBo/uD8f95ndpFc/s72-c/Imagens_d%2527amor_%252819%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-7041749937482428588</id><published>2011-11-12T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T01:59:39.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejos e loucuras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MFDQutvEGps/Tr5Dfk89IxI/AAAAAAAACBc/wVJGtJ2OC_o/s1600/AMOR_E_FOGO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="352" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MFDQutvEGps/Tr5Dfk89IxI/AAAAAAAACBc/wVJGtJ2OC_o/s400/AMOR_E_FOGO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraçar você e não lhe sentir&lt;br /&gt;é como ver um manancial num oásis,&lt;br /&gt;em pleno deserto e não saciar a sede...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminhar na tênue linha&lt;br /&gt;onde o gume da navalha&lt;br /&gt;faz a diferença entre a morte e o viver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijar você e não sentir seu gosto&lt;br /&gt;é como perder o paladar do vinho envelhecido,&lt;br /&gt;voltar para o deserto e caminhar a esmo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter a sua indiferença é se ver nesse deserto&lt;br /&gt;observar à frente, a fonte protegida, por areia movediça.&lt;br /&gt;Ter convicção que minha vida depende da chegada ao outro lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De vez em quando, enxergar o manancial&lt;br /&gt;de quando em vez, só ver o nada que alguns chamam de:&lt;br /&gt;ilusão de ótica e que eu chamo de: loucura do desejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;07/11/11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-7041749937482428588?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/7041749937482428588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/desejos-e-loucuras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/7041749937482428588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/7041749937482428588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/desejos-e-loucuras.html' title='Desejos e loucuras'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MFDQutvEGps/Tr5Dfk89IxI/AAAAAAAACBc/wVJGtJ2OC_o/s72-c/AMOR_E_FOGO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-6258447342688569280</id><published>2011-11-12T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T01:55:28.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu e teu amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96Zzwg_a0rU/Tr5CiKiNQTI/AAAAAAAACBQ/MhuOcT4lHLM/s1600/4479284405_89468b2a4f_z_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96Zzwg_a0rU/Tr5CiKiNQTI/AAAAAAAACBQ/MhuOcT4lHLM/s400/4479284405_89468b2a4f_z_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o sorriso que me resta&lt;br /&gt;delirando faço festa&lt;br /&gt;pra cingir o corpo teu&lt;br /&gt;no abraço fraternal&lt;br /&gt;aqueço o bem, congelo o mal&lt;br /&gt;pra viver novo apogeu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E da lucidez que tenho&lt;br /&gt;eis que aqui agora venho&lt;br /&gt;declarar o meu encanto&lt;br /&gt;pois assim me sinto melhor&lt;br /&gt;e te amar eu sei de cor&lt;br /&gt;só pra viver teu acalanto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixe então que seja assim&lt;br /&gt;se aproxime mais a mim&lt;br /&gt;e esqueça a timidez&lt;br /&gt;pra que nosso amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;se encontre no viver&lt;br /&gt;desse amor que a gente quis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;06/11/11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-6258447342688569280?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/6258447342688569280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/meu-e-teu-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/6258447342688569280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/6258447342688569280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/meu-e-teu-amor.html' title='Meu e teu amor'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96Zzwg_a0rU/Tr5CiKiNQTI/AAAAAAAACBQ/MhuOcT4lHLM/s72-c/4479284405_89468b2a4f_z_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-5529844994704402555</id><published>2011-11-12T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T01:52:04.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pódio carcomido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KQhdzufZ3d8/Tr5BvIVbEgI/AAAAAAAACBE/72f0iUjgkDs/s1600/SOLIDO%257E1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KQhdzufZ3d8/Tr5BvIVbEgI/AAAAAAAACBE/72f0iUjgkDs/s400/SOLIDO%257E1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde o consenso não é permitido&lt;br /&gt;decerto o bom senso, não encontra a razão&lt;br /&gt;onde o novo empurra o velho e não escuta sua opinião&lt;br /&gt;decerto a descrença tem novo sentido&lt;br /&gt;onde o pervertido tem afirmação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ser humano corre numa maratona para o caos&lt;br /&gt;e o desrespeito hoje é predicado de modernidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho pena desses tolos, donos da verdade absoluta&lt;br /&gt;que invadem a privacidade, em nome do modernismo&lt;br /&gt;em nome do vale tudo, em defesa do discurso hostil&lt;br /&gt;em nome da baderna solta, defensores da banalidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivem loucamente em busca dos holofotes&lt;br /&gt;e nesse faz de conta fortuito, caótico e infeliz&lt;br /&gt;normalmente procuram o alto do pódio, mas via de regra,&lt;br /&gt;esquecem que a base deste, é fincada sobre a areia movediça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;05/11/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-5529844994704402555?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/5529844994704402555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/podio-carcomido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/5529844994704402555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/5529844994704402555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/podio-carcomido.html' title='Pódio carcomido'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KQhdzufZ3d8/Tr5BvIVbEgI/AAAAAAAACBE/72f0iUjgkDs/s72-c/SOLIDO%257E1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-6795011193343531295</id><published>2011-11-12T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T01:49:14.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Palidez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YD-GB25NNq4/Tr5BEReatEI/AAAAAAAACA4/8m8SrAk-U3s/s1600/palidez.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="283" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YD-GB25NNq4/Tr5BEReatEI/AAAAAAAACA4/8m8SrAk-U3s/s400/palidez.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria recitar um Poema&lt;br /&gt;mas a tristeza não deixou&lt;br /&gt;eu queria ter recitado apenas um verso&lt;br /&gt;mas a lágrima, em mim calou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então pude entender que,&lt;br /&gt;a poesia é mesmo, o retrato da emoção,&lt;br /&gt;hoje, meu poeta triste, guardou o verso cálido,&lt;br /&gt;e foi observar a estrela pálida, no universo de mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, nem versos, nem estrelas &lt;br /&gt;poderiam encantar meu viver,&lt;br /&gt;hoje, a tristeza é o rascunho do meu desencanto&lt;br /&gt;e o aplauso escondeu-se na gaveta do esquecimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;04/11/11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-6795011193343531295?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/6795011193343531295/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/palidez.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/6795011193343531295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/6795011193343531295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/palidez.html' title='Palidez'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YD-GB25NNq4/Tr5BEReatEI/AAAAAAAACA4/8m8SrAk-U3s/s72-c/palidez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-6084293184258631527</id><published>2011-11-12T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T01:47:10.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Mercador</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-H33Fvbzwo/Tr5AluEEh0I/AAAAAAAACAs/NhxeJ2sOxVI/s1600/Miniatura_medieval_-_mercador_medieva.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="287" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-H33Fvbzwo/Tr5AluEEh0I/AAAAAAAACAs/NhxeJ2sOxVI/s400/Miniatura_medieval_-_mercador_medieva.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comprei um Pinóquio&lt;br /&gt;e ganhei um tucano&lt;br /&gt;vendi o tucano&lt;br /&gt;e ganhei um pica pau&lt;br /&gt;vendi o pica pau&lt;br /&gt;e ganhei uma gralha&lt;br /&gt;foi então que percebi&lt;br /&gt;minha dor de ouvidos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mercadoria ficou encalhada&lt;br /&gt;não existe comprador de gralha&lt;br /&gt;alguém me propôs trocá-la num urubu&lt;br /&gt;fiz o negócio, me livrei da gralha&lt;br /&gt;estou livre da dor de ouvidos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu filhote de urubu está bem treinado&lt;br /&gt;e sabe encontrar a carniça que indiquei.&lt;br /&gt;é preciso desempestear o mundo&lt;br /&gt;é preciso ter o mundo que sonhei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;03/11/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-6084293184258631527?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/6084293184258631527/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-mercador.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/6084293184258631527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/6084293184258631527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-mercador.html' title='O Mercador'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-H33Fvbzwo/Tr5AluEEh0I/AAAAAAAACAs/NhxeJ2sOxVI/s72-c/Miniatura_medieval_-_mercador_medieva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-4311292776457411803</id><published>2011-11-12T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T01:43:49.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonetilho Triste</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q-Y3Ixjsrog/Tr4_zXfR5iI/AAAAAAAACAg/hlwyBu35U7I/s1600/250598_224398717573214_196753907004362_952221_2830800_s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="390" width="390" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q-Y3Ixjsrog/Tr4_zXfR5iI/AAAAAAAACAg/hlwyBu35U7I/s400/250598_224398717573214_196753907004362_952221_2830800_s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a tristeza que deprime o peito meu&lt;br /&gt;vou seguindo nessa estrada sem porvir&lt;br /&gt;e nem sei se sou crédulo ou sou ateu&lt;br /&gt;nem imagino a solidão que está por vir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andarilho cabisbaixo e deprimido&lt;br /&gt;sem sentido se tornou o entardecer&lt;br /&gt;cada vez mais, de mim, me torno olvido&lt;br /&gt;para lembrar o quanto é vão esse querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noutra vertente então prometo prosseguir&lt;br /&gt;mas qual nada! A ilusão se faz maior&lt;br /&gt;e cada vez mais, me torno outro faquir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde a frieza vem bater no desamor&lt;br /&gt;nem mesmo sei, por onde vou fugir&lt;br /&gt;pois deprimente é conviver com essa dor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;03/11/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-4311292776457411803?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/4311292776457411803/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/sonetilho-triste.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/4311292776457411803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/4311292776457411803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/sonetilho-triste.html' title='Sonetilho Triste'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q-Y3Ixjsrog/Tr4_zXfR5iI/AAAAAAAACAg/hlwyBu35U7I/s72-c/250598_224398717573214_196753907004362_952221_2830800_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-3846031725957659418</id><published>2011-11-12T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T01:37:02.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um novo Samba</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-BLySA7j0w/Tr4-MwusbrI/AAAAAAAACAU/iiZ_6W9k8x4/s1600/Prazeres%252C_Heitor_dos_samba_em_terreiro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="279" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-BLySA7j0w/Tr4-MwusbrI/AAAAAAAACAU/iiZ_6W9k8x4/s400/Prazeres%252C_Heitor_dos_samba_em_terreiro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosso samba de batuque no terreiro&lt;br /&gt;de boteco e farofeiro, virou exportação&lt;br /&gt;nosso samba que escreveu a nossa história&lt;br /&gt;já mudou de trajetória e mudou de opinião&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosso samba que nasceu bem lá no morro&lt;br /&gt;virou festa na avenida, de sargento a coronel&lt;br /&gt;fugindo do contexto inventam novo pretexto&lt;br /&gt;para o samba nomear ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aquele samba perseguido no terreiro&lt;br /&gt;virou papo de banqueiro para juros alterar&lt;br /&gt;o samba agora, virou cálculo matemático&lt;br /&gt;todos acham que é simpático o novo jeito de sambar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aquele povo que o achava um marginal&lt;br /&gt;resolveu mudar de ideia e deseja se expressar&lt;br /&gt;todos juram que o samba é tão normal&lt;br /&gt;que de etc... e tal... todos querem admirar... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;03/11/11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-3846031725957659418?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/3846031725957659418/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/um-novo-samba.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/3846031725957659418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/3846031725957659418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/um-novo-samba.html' title='Um novo Samba'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-BLySA7j0w/Tr4-MwusbrI/AAAAAAAACAU/iiZ_6W9k8x4/s72-c/Prazeres%252C_Heitor_dos_samba_em_terreiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-5365149750414195014</id><published>2011-11-12T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T01:33:03.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Só de pirraça</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9p2yxBFSGgw/Tr49Pg4XQyI/AAAAAAAACAI/9WUiekeiGq8/s1600/199775_197641553594164_100000449615935_609335_4679985_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="315" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9p2yxBFSGgw/Tr49Pg4XQyI/AAAAAAAACAI/9WUiekeiGq8/s400/199775_197641553594164_100000449615935_609335_4679985_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou o elo da corrente&lt;br /&gt;Que a ferrugem já partiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nasci no mês de maio&lt;br /&gt;Como um raio que surgiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que sou aloprado&lt;br /&gt;Vovó Benta garantiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a mim, pouco importa&lt;br /&gt;Se a comporta se abriu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não ligo à língua torta&lt;br /&gt;Nem por onde ela feriu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me importa se o balão&lt;br /&gt;Ao subir logo caiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem com o custo do caixão&lt;br /&gt;Que todos dizem que subiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não ligo se o recado&lt;br /&gt;Ao ser dado ninguém viu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E também estou me lixando&lt;br /&gt;Se você também mentiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;02/11/11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-5365149750414195014?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/5365149750414195014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-de-pirraca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/5365149750414195014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/5365149750414195014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-de-pirraca.html' title='Só de pirraça'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9p2yxBFSGgw/Tr49Pg4XQyI/AAAAAAAACAI/9WUiekeiGq8/s72-c/199775_197641553594164_100000449615935_609335_4679985_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-8141981947421182147</id><published>2011-11-02T00:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T00:57:40.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do menor para o maior</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WCBBBIO6c5E/TrD35SETOjI/AAAAAAAAB_8/yeaD6bqZdeE/s1600/Drumond-site.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WCBBBIO6c5E/TrD35SETOjI/AAAAAAAAB_8/yeaD6bqZdeE/s400/Drumond-site.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um poeta gauche...&lt;br /&gt;Como quem discorre a dúvida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um poeta magro...&lt;br /&gt;Como quem vive na sombra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um poeta atípico...&lt;br /&gt;Como se nada importasse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um poeta lúcido...&lt;br /&gt;Quando o mundo é só desordem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um poeta tímido...&lt;br /&gt;Onde o exagero é só falácias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um poeta ímpar...&lt;br /&gt;Onde o par quer dominar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um poeta triste...&lt;br /&gt;Pra zombar dos versos tolos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um poeta único...&lt;br /&gt;Que sem dúvida foi Drummond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;31/10/2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*in memorian de cda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-8141981947421182147?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/8141981947421182147/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/do-menor-para-o-maior_02.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/8141981947421182147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/8141981947421182147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/do-menor-para-o-maior_02.html' title='Do menor para o maior'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WCBBBIO6c5E/TrD35SETOjI/AAAAAAAAB_8/yeaD6bqZdeE/s72-c/Drumond-site.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-4057507042690574772</id><published>2011-11-02T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T00:56:07.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MÍSTICO FINALE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WqS4N6eWbTA/TrD3jyxizaI/AAAAAAAAB_w/z3epcY0eGB0/s1600/janete1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WqS4N6eWbTA/TrD3jyxizaI/AAAAAAAAB_w/z3epcY0eGB0/s400/janete1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A transação que me devora as entranhas&lt;br /&gt;traz o martírio do que é bom ou ruim&lt;br /&gt;e outras sensações mais estranhas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sofrimento rege os versos,&lt;br /&gt;para que nossos momentos definam o norte&lt;br /&gt;ensaiando o tom que a orquestra exprime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim direcionado pela lógica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A platéia aflita espera o grand finale&lt;br /&gt;e, quando o maestro termina o concerto&lt;br /&gt;o sorriso se abre, o aplauso inflama,&lt;br /&gt;o sofrimento se esvai e a canção aflora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG &lt;br /&gt;26/10/2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In memória de Janete do Carmo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-4057507042690574772?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/4057507042690574772/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/mistico-finale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/4057507042690574772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/4057507042690574772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/mistico-finale.html' title='MÍSTICO FINALE'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WqS4N6eWbTA/TrD3jyxizaI/AAAAAAAAB_w/z3epcY0eGB0/s72-c/janete1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-7276957313260710314</id><published>2011-10-25T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T02:13:10.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poeta sem o verso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K1s_2EW4Q3Y/TqZ9m-XHnRI/AAAAAAAAB_I/9paCVSATHa8/s1600/poeta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="350" width="296" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K1s_2EW4Q3Y/TqZ9m-XHnRI/AAAAAAAAB_I/9paCVSATHa8/s400/poeta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um poeta quando se perde&lt;br /&gt;Embaraça o fio do verso&lt;br /&gt;Sua poesia não procede&lt;br /&gt;Tudo acaba em retrocesso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O poeta quando perdido&lt;br /&gt;Sucumbido vaga ao léu&lt;br /&gt;Quase sempre é vencido&lt;br /&gt;Ofuscado em seu papel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vive a esmo caminhando&lt;br /&gt;Sem destino e sem visão&lt;br /&gt;Eis que segue assim vagando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andarilho em procissão&lt;br /&gt;Sem seu verso vai penando&lt;br /&gt;Sozinho entre a multidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;24/10/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-7276957313260710314?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/7276957313260710314/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/10/poeta-sem-o-verso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/7276957313260710314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/7276957313260710314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/10/poeta-sem-o-verso.html' title='Poeta sem o verso'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K1s_2EW4Q3Y/TqZ9m-XHnRI/AAAAAAAAB_I/9paCVSATHa8/s72-c/poeta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-5092371823367779082</id><published>2011-10-22T07:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T07:30:26.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canção do Amanhã</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZJVQx9_hnI/TqLTeHz4ziI/AAAAAAAAB-w/EwQ6V_xBRqw/s1600/PQAAAGRTJPLdG4gIVyIKiXVZURGH94N7LLkTseBACBGhJfNj1BIZOxULfdXOuWQJyPB_VxqW9fwbJPasc8DUovPkARwAm1T1UEE39sABRqWXlQ5wPp-8BYoufqB4%2B%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="325" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZJVQx9_hnI/TqLTeHz4ziI/AAAAAAAAB-w/EwQ6V_xBRqw/s400/PQAAAGRTJPLdG4gIVyIKiXVZURGH94N7LLkTseBACBGhJfNj1BIZOxULfdXOuWQJyPB_VxqW9fwbJPasc8DUovPkARwAm1T1UEE39sABRqWXlQ5wPp-8BYoufqB4%2B%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canto uma canção singela,&lt;br /&gt;qual criança bela sempre a sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;imagino o amor, tal essência e flor&lt;br /&gt;perfumando os homens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vibro com o sorriso simples&lt;br /&gt;pra esquecer a dor, onde o desamor&lt;br /&gt;vezes fez morada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trago um sonho menino e cristalino&lt;br /&gt;como a pureza da simplicidade. &lt;br /&gt;Bem sei que a união se for desejada&lt;br /&gt;poderá fluir num abraço irmão, &lt;br /&gt;num aperto de mão ou num olhar sincero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então as almas entrelaçadas &lt;br /&gt;cantarão a canção do mundo melhor. &lt;br /&gt;Quando este coral finalmente for maioria,&lt;br /&gt;a paz com sua magia regerá a orquestra da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;19/10/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-5092371823367779082?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/5092371823367779082/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/10/cancao-do-amanha.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/5092371823367779082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/5092371823367779082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/10/cancao-do-amanha.html' title='Canção do Amanhã'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZJVQx9_hnI/TqLTeHz4ziI/AAAAAAAAB-w/EwQ6V_xBRqw/s72-c/PQAAAGRTJPLdG4gIVyIKiXVZURGH94N7LLkTseBACBGhJfNj1BIZOxULfdXOuWQJyPB_VxqW9fwbJPasc8DUovPkARwAm1T1UEE39sABRqWXlQ5wPp-8BYoufqB4%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-5876796357591130378</id><published>2011-10-17T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T19:21:50.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para além do cosmo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cqPMw6_YYR4/TpzithudN1I/AAAAAAAAB-k/YLkliSM1vs8/s1600/cosmos2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cqPMw6_YYR4/TpzithudN1I/AAAAAAAAB-k/YLkliSM1vs8/s400/cosmos2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Navegarei estrelas&lt;br /&gt;entre as galáxias do cosmo,&lt;br /&gt;pois a vida, não pode ser apenas&lt;br /&gt;somatória de um tempo insano...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descerrarei a placa da hipocrisia,&lt;br /&gt;para estampar a todos,&lt;br /&gt;a trajetória dos valores inversos.&lt;br /&gt;Meu eu poeta recusa o infortúnio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá, onde o infinito é desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;deve haver sentido, para novo sabor&lt;br /&gt;há de ter uma estrela singela,&lt;br /&gt;onde outra aquarela, minimize a dor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui tudo ainda me parece, reticente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;11/10/11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-5876796357591130378?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/5876796357591130378/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/10/para-alem-do-cosmo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/5876796357591130378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/5876796357591130378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/10/para-alem-do-cosmo.html' title='Para além do cosmo'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cqPMw6_YYR4/TpzithudN1I/AAAAAAAAB-k/YLkliSM1vs8/s72-c/cosmos2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-5022913343448249586</id><published>2011-10-17T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T19:15:46.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem pacto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mLrEvR1rpjo/TpzhRrJg6lI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/wxMzpM-EIcE/s1600/silencio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="388" width="368" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mLrEvR1rpjo/TpzhRrJg6lI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/wxMzpM-EIcE/s400/silencio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não compactuo com intrigas&lt;br /&gt;sejam de quais espécies forem&lt;br /&gt;elas não foram criadas agora&lt;br /&gt;vêm desde que o homem existe&lt;br /&gt;e nunca culminaram em benefício algum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Centenas de anos antes de Cristo&lt;br /&gt;as intrigas provocavam ruínas.&lt;br /&gt;Nos templos dos faraós a fofoca corria à solta&lt;br /&gt;talvez por isso, reinos inteiros foram destruídos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o homem quer fofocar, quem sou eu pra consertar?&lt;br /&gt;Mas tenho o direito de não compactuar com elas &lt;br /&gt;como não sou escola do mundo e nem pretendo &lt;br /&gt;faço do silêncio meu direito e minha fala maior .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;11/10/11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-5022913343448249586?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/5022913343448249586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/10/sem-pacto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/5022913343448249586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/5022913343448249586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/10/sem-pacto.html' title='Sem pacto'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mLrEvR1rpjo/TpzhRrJg6lI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/wxMzpM-EIcE/s72-c/silencio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-8448135883304649684</id><published>2011-10-17T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T19:12:45.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indecência</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LAL3MlcWXd0/TpzglVXoPKI/AAAAAAAAB-M/zNQftSr8_X0/s1600/violencia_infancia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" width="260" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LAL3MlcWXd0/TpzglVXoPKI/AAAAAAAAB-M/zNQftSr8_X0/s400/violencia_infancia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há o que dizer&lt;br /&gt;quando a razão perde o sentido.&lt;br /&gt;Não há o que falar&lt;br /&gt;para quem não tem ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragédias e tantas mortes&lt;br /&gt;poderiam ser evitadas&lt;br /&gt;se o ódio não dominasse tanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A luta entre os homens&lt;br /&gt;faz tantas vítimas&lt;br /&gt;muitas vezes inocentes&lt;br /&gt;por absoluta falta de decência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;11/10/11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-8448135883304649684?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/8448135883304649684/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/10/indecencia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/8448135883304649684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/8448135883304649684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/10/indecencia.html' title='Indecência'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LAL3MlcWXd0/TpzglVXoPKI/AAAAAAAAB-M/zNQftSr8_X0/s72-c/violencia_infancia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-2532820176390906627</id><published>2011-10-17T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T19:09:39.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alguma descrição de você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uSS_2kcFtkY/TpzfypMjx-I/AAAAAAAAB-A/tccfKwsxsJA/s1600/bfd59aee2eb81a0512323db5c86ea380.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="398" width="294" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uSS_2kcFtkY/TpzfypMjx-I/AAAAAAAAB-A/tccfKwsxsJA/s400/bfd59aee2eb81a0512323db5c86ea380.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você é meu sonho sonhado&lt;br /&gt;a paz do meu abrigo&lt;br /&gt;perdão do meu pecado&lt;br /&gt;castigo do meu erro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prisão e meu desterro&lt;br /&gt;visão clara e precisa&lt;br /&gt;às vezes, tempestade&lt;br /&gt;às vezes, fina brisa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um cálice de vinho&lt;br /&gt;tingindo o meu desejo&lt;br /&gt;o som da nota tônica&lt;br /&gt;pulsando ao meu arpejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porção da minha gula&lt;br /&gt;fusão de unha e carne&lt;br /&gt;minha loucura amena&lt;br /&gt;a paz que me invade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;10/10/11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-2532820176390906627?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/2532820176390906627/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/10/alguma-descricao-de-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/2532820176390906627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/2532820176390906627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/10/alguma-descricao-de-voce.html' title='Alguma descrição de você'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uSS_2kcFtkY/TpzfypMjx-I/AAAAAAAAB-A/tccfKwsxsJA/s72-c/bfd59aee2eb81a0512323db5c86ea380.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-7916016581135448572</id><published>2011-10-17T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T19:07:20.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Amor é mais</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TDH1LhuCQ3w/TpzfTop67yI/AAAAAAAAB90/inVWjbWVFts/s1600/Sem-amor-o-coracao-naum-respira.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TDH1LhuCQ3w/TpzfTop67yI/AAAAAAAAB90/inVWjbWVFts/s400/Sem-amor-o-coracao-naum-respira.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você não é tudo aquilo&lt;br /&gt;que disseram ser&lt;br /&gt;acho mesmo nem metade é&lt;br /&gt;disseram tanta coisa&lt;br /&gt;que nem posso enumerar&lt;br /&gt;e também não quero aqui&lt;br /&gt;falar só por falar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho direito ao silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;direito tenho de pensar&lt;br /&gt;você não é assim:&lt;br /&gt;princípio, meio e fim&lt;br /&gt;mas também se quer saber,&lt;br /&gt;é muito bom poder te amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;10/10/11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-7916016581135448572?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/7916016581135448572/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/10/meu-amor-e-mais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/7916016581135448572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/7916016581135448572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/10/meu-amor-e-mais.html' title='Meu Amor é mais'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TDH1LhuCQ3w/TpzfTop67yI/AAAAAAAAB90/inVWjbWVFts/s72-c/Sem-amor-o-coracao-naum-respira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-3270109866218001912</id><published>2011-10-17T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T19:04:49.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tática de Jogo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CqlyfflsbLQ/TpzerEQeq7I/AAAAAAAAB9o/jyBGmSxzp-I/s1600/ad.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="314" width="388" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CqlyfflsbLQ/TpzerEQeq7I/AAAAAAAAB9o/jyBGmSxzp-I/s400/ad.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretendo escalar sua verdade&lt;br /&gt;na tarde que embala meu viver&lt;br /&gt;pra ter na dimensão dessa saudade&lt;br /&gt;o gosto que mergulha meu querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou mesmo um lobo defendendo a presa&lt;br /&gt;tigresa que comanda meu instinto&lt;br /&gt;pressinto toda tática da defesa&lt;br /&gt;pra ter ao meu comando, meu recinto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo a lógica desse jogo lúdico&lt;br /&gt;sem ter uma mistura sem esmero&lt;br /&gt;porque sou comandante desse súdito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Querendo me encontrar como espero&lt;br /&gt;sou menos timidez que o lado rústico&lt;br /&gt;sou mais a lucidez do que mais quero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;09/10/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-3270109866218001912?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/3270109866218001912/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/10/tatica-de-jogo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/3270109866218001912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/3270109866218001912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/10/tatica-de-jogo.html' title='Tática de Jogo'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CqlyfflsbLQ/TpzerEQeq7I/AAAAAAAAB9o/jyBGmSxzp-I/s72-c/ad.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-4125910266639544085</id><published>2011-10-17T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T19:00:59.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falácias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aPCe3AzJLNc/TpzdjjmK7pI/AAAAAAAAB9c/vW0ALKfMIdw/s1600/platao-ensaio1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" width="350" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aPCe3AzJLNc/TpzdjjmK7pI/AAAAAAAAB9c/vW0ALKfMIdw/s400/platao-ensaio1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um conto, um ponto&lt;br /&gt;um tanto e outro ainda&lt;br /&gt;a sua, a minha, a nossa&lt;br /&gt;história sempre infinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dedo, uma mão, uma luva&lt;br /&gt;a reta que vem depois da curva&lt;br /&gt;um caso, outro caso,&lt;br /&gt;o descaso e a sorte nua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O gueto, a vila, o beco&lt;br /&gt;e a vida assim nesse barbante&lt;br /&gt;e nada de vez nesse nada&lt;br /&gt;na fala da carta da cartomante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sou despojado de crendices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;09/10/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-4125910266639544085?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/4125910266639544085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/10/falacias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/4125910266639544085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/4125910266639544085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/10/falacias.html' title='Falácias'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aPCe3AzJLNc/TpzdjjmK7pI/AAAAAAAAB9c/vW0ALKfMIdw/s72-c/platao-ensaio1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-2030544417766323654</id><published>2011-10-17T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T18:56:01.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicidade é mais que sonhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nIjrQp0ED5s/TpzcqNk4QKI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/e2AoMDBHfmk/s1600/felicidade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nIjrQp0ED5s/TpzcqNk4QKI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/e2AoMDBHfmk/s400/felicidade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero da amizade apenas&lt;br /&gt;a verdade do momento,&lt;br /&gt;quero ser o amigo e o abrigo&lt;br /&gt;a povoar seu pensamento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo da redoma&lt;br /&gt;não pretendo ver&lt;br /&gt;tampouco do fracasso&lt;br /&gt;a soma quero ter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merecemos muito mais&lt;br /&gt;que só desejos,&lt;br /&gt;dependemos muito menos &lt;br /&gt;só dos sonhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar é muito bom,&lt;br /&gt;mas, quero sonhos realizados&lt;br /&gt;não dá para viver sonhando apenas&lt;br /&gt;preciso mais que sonhos pra viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;09/10/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-2030544417766323654?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/2030544417766323654/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/10/felicidade-e-mais-que-sonhar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/2030544417766323654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/2030544417766323654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/10/felicidade-e-mais-que-sonhar.html' title='Felicidade é mais que sonhar'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nIjrQp0ED5s/TpzcqNk4QKI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/e2AoMDBHfmk/s72-c/felicidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-492733256217713549</id><published>2011-09-25T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T19:22:48.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oriente perdido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J7GFANVHMMw/TkkLVM3ikFI/AAAAAAAAAL0/U7JfYgV0QAU/s1600/oriente-medio-jovens-pedem-paz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J7GFANVHMMw/TkkLVM3ikFI/AAAAAAAAAL0/U7JfYgV0QAU/s1600/oriente-medio-jovens-pedem-paz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As dores do ódio&lt;br /&gt;feridas da vida&lt;br /&gt;não cicatrizaram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As chagas abertas&lt;br /&gt;nos peitos partidos&lt;br /&gt;não se dissiparam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os homens procuram&lt;br /&gt;entre tantos escombros&lt;br /&gt;o que os homens fizeram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os olhares não mentem&lt;br /&gt;os horrores não cessam&lt;br /&gt;e o oriente é o caos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-492733256217713549?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/492733256217713549/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/09/oriente-perdido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/492733256217713549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/492733256217713549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/09/oriente-perdido.html' title='Oriente perdido'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J7GFANVHMMw/TkkLVM3ikFI/AAAAAAAAAL0/U7JfYgV0QAU/s72-c/oriente-medio-jovens-pedem-paz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-5104030590293766713</id><published>2011-09-21T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T01:09:29.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AVISO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wl_Ca2fFUHY/Tnmbsvj0XYI/AAAAAAAAB9I/F2pRReL42ZU/s1600/PQAAAG1CWHCfRT45bU62VsB5XWfnmntKSrP1xt8VG7oU8qqHo0OgcrCEB20snDrt5Ea6qYehYkeDXHsNt47aCM12KHcAm1T1UKzWakWspLlR0KM9xXPwgxgdC02L.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wl_Ca2fFUHY/Tnmbsvj0XYI/AAAAAAAAB9I/F2pRReL42ZU/s400/PQAAAG1CWHCfRT45bU62VsB5XWfnmntKSrP1xt8VG7oU8qqHo0OgcrCEB20snDrt5Ea6qYehYkeDXHsNt47aCM12KHcAm1T1UKzWakWspLlR0KM9xXPwgxgdC02L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com cuidado escolha a chave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma delas abrirá meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;mas, aviso-a, ele não gosta &lt;br /&gt;de inquilinos mal intencionados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada de usar, abusar e depois;&lt;br /&gt;abandoná-lo todo revirado e destruído.&lt;br /&gt;Isso dá muito trabalho para recuperação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-5104030590293766713?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/5104030590293766713/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/09/aviso.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/5104030590293766713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/5104030590293766713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/09/aviso.html' title='AVISO'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wl_Ca2fFUHY/Tnmbsvj0XYI/AAAAAAAAB9I/F2pRReL42ZU/s72-c/PQAAAG1CWHCfRT45bU62VsB5XWfnmntKSrP1xt8VG7oU8qqHo0OgcrCEB20snDrt5Ea6qYehYkeDXHsNt47aCM12KHcAm1T1UKzWakWspLlR0KM9xXPwgxgdC02L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-2897492197098597271</id><published>2011-09-20T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T02:51:26.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Berço do amor perene</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pbwnnhUsxZQ/TnhiGaxhZbI/AAAAAAAAB9A/A6jFsQP4DR8/s1600/dez2010_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="294" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pbwnnhUsxZQ/TnhiGaxhZbI/AAAAAAAAB9A/A6jFsQP4DR8/s400/dez2010_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao bem estar de nosso bem&lt;br /&gt;aquém ou além desse viver&lt;br /&gt;por onde a luz vem clarear&lt;br /&gt;conduz à paz nosso querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até do esquecimento esqueço&lt;br /&gt;pra num sorriso me lembrar&lt;br /&gt;que do futuro ao começo&lt;br /&gt;transcende a paz o teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sendo esse brilho tão intenso&lt;br /&gt;como um diamante facetado&lt;br /&gt;vejo um berço de amor perene &lt;br /&gt;que só é completo do teu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;18/09/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-2897492197098597271?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/2897492197098597271/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/09/berco-do-amor-perene.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/2897492197098597271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/2897492197098597271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/09/berco-do-amor-perene.html' title='Berço do amor perene'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pbwnnhUsxZQ/TnhiGaxhZbI/AAAAAAAAB9A/A6jFsQP4DR8/s72-c/dez2010_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-6347015486135231744</id><published>2011-09-20T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T02:48:47.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Realejo para o Coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TTuOcW-WCEo/TnhheO-VOrI/AAAAAAAAB84/RU51-o1nnm0/s1600/realejo%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TTuOcW-WCEo/TnhheO-VOrI/AAAAAAAAB84/RU51-o1nnm0/s400/realejo%2Bcopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre os braços da saudade&lt;br /&gt;rejeitei a solidão&lt;br /&gt;desfiz da ansiedade&lt;br /&gt;pra invadir seu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como quem bem sabe&lt;br /&gt;qual rumo quer seguir&lt;br /&gt;tomara que não acabe&lt;br /&gt;nosso amor, nosso viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o tempo possa então&lt;br /&gt;remoçar nosso desejo&lt;br /&gt;que as canções renovem sempre&lt;br /&gt;como os sons de um realejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;18/09/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-6347015486135231744?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/6347015486135231744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/09/realejo-para-o-coracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/6347015486135231744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/6347015486135231744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/09/realejo-para-o-coracao.html' title='Realejo para o Coração'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TTuOcW-WCEo/TnhheO-VOrI/AAAAAAAAB84/RU51-o1nnm0/s72-c/realejo%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-4698102892105238744</id><published>2011-09-18T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T11:46:46.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Versos de desejo e paz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I6IEQY9Dp5o/TnY8jpSaOMI/AAAAAAAAB8w/Af9NYgm3UxY/s1600/img.php.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I6IEQY9Dp5o/TnY8jpSaOMI/AAAAAAAAB8w/Af9NYgm3UxY/s400/img.php.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o Amor seja pleno de certeza,&lt;br /&gt;como a beleza dum por de sol de abril,&lt;br /&gt;que o viver, não nos venha com tristeza&lt;br /&gt;e que os sonhos só traduzam bem querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a União seja o desejo dos humanos,&lt;br /&gt;tão soberanos altaneiros ao sorrir&lt;br /&gt;e, que a paz que tanto tempo buscamos&lt;br /&gt;possa por fim em todo abraço definir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que meu olhar seja o olhar de todos nós,&lt;br /&gt;na mesma voz com os aplausos da esperança,&lt;br /&gt;que no porvir possamos então tecer a tônica,&lt;br /&gt;para que cada irmão seja feliz como criança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;12/09/11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-4698102892105238744?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/4698102892105238744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/09/versos-de-desejo-e-paz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/4698102892105238744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/4698102892105238744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/09/versos-de-desejo-e-paz.html' title='Versos de desejo e paz'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I6IEQY9Dp5o/TnY8jpSaOMI/AAAAAAAAB8w/Af9NYgm3UxY/s72-c/img.php.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-8488786504342585826</id><published>2011-09-18T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T08:54:21.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Timoneiro perdido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2c9pJlK5u8/TnY7z8l8HYI/AAAAAAAAB8o/E0xvscZdEfY/s1600/OQAAAJmno9DjVNMkUISd3KMsnkDfA0Gl3I8MnmJ7amGlu2X7dZ3NnNaXd6M4R6z9XPMrDrnHV-BJTZSmyyLIss-_Z74Am1T1UMxWdl_xpWDV_OwQWWQrdN5THCGU.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="334" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2c9pJlK5u8/TnY7z8l8HYI/AAAAAAAAB8o/E0xvscZdEfY/s400/OQAAAJmno9DjVNMkUISd3KMsnkDfA0Gl3I8MnmJ7amGlu2X7dZ3NnNaXd6M4R6z9XPMrDrnHV-BJTZSmyyLIss-_Z74Am1T1UMxWdl_xpWDV_OwQWWQrdN5THCGU.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se navegante me fiz&lt;br /&gt;seu olhar há de ser meu farol&lt;br /&gt;uma nau que existe em mim&lt;br /&gt;singra por um oceano azul&lt;br /&gt;de esperas, anseios e amores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É necessário levantar âncoras&lt;br /&gt;é preciso prosseguir viagem&lt;br /&gt;é urgente encontrar meu porto&lt;br /&gt;tão afoito dispenso a espera,&lt;br /&gt;da primavera despeço, quero você no verão. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;11/09/11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-8488786504342585826?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/8488786504342585826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/09/timoneiro-perdido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/8488786504342585826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/8488786504342585826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/09/timoneiro-perdido.html' title='Timoneiro perdido'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2c9pJlK5u8/TnY7z8l8HYI/AAAAAAAAB8o/E0xvscZdEfY/s72-c/OQAAAJmno9DjVNMkUISd3KMsnkDfA0Gl3I8MnmJ7amGlu2X7dZ3NnNaXd6M4R6z9XPMrDrnHV-BJTZSmyyLIss-_Z74Am1T1UMxWdl_xpWDV_OwQWWQrdN5THCGU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-3728169621797085665</id><published>2011-09-18T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T11:42:23.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha teimosia é um luxo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VwohnNkiwDo/TnY7h-fdC7I/AAAAAAAAB8g/Q6ecksSYiXk/s1600/oi8.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="284" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VwohnNkiwDo/TnY7h-fdC7I/AAAAAAAAB8g/Q6ecksSYiXk/s400/oi8.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vendo a vida, por um preço&lt;br /&gt;de liquidação...&lt;br /&gt;Pago por ela, um pedágio absurdo,&lt;br /&gt;porém, não sei a quem reclamar,&lt;br /&gt;nesse engodo tropeço na inadimplência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho um advogado incompetente&lt;br /&gt;que nada resolve,&lt;br /&gt;o tribunal, já negou meu hábeas corpus,&lt;br /&gt;três vezes consecutivas...&lt;br /&gt;Sou prisioneiro dum crime que não fiz,&lt;br /&gt;mas, desistência é desculpa para covardes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;11/09/11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-3728169621797085665?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/3728169621797085665/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/09/minha-teimosia-e-um-luxo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/3728169621797085665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/3728169621797085665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/09/minha-teimosia-e-um-luxo.html' title='Minha teimosia é um luxo'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VwohnNkiwDo/TnY7h-fdC7I/AAAAAAAAB8g/Q6ecksSYiXk/s72-c/oi8.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-5473535849822429639</id><published>2011-09-18T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T11:38:41.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falso pretexto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cWXIgpzvuIA/TnY6qSxFgxI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/ciluzh9FrMs/s1600/desprezo1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="344" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cWXIgpzvuIA/TnY6qSxFgxI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/ciluzh9FrMs/s400/desprezo1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não...Não há razão nenhuma&lt;br /&gt;para todo esse descrédito&lt;br /&gt;sua meia verdade contradiz&lt;br /&gt;quando abusa do demérito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não...Não haverá perdão algum&lt;br /&gt;para esse desconforto&lt;br /&gt;nem pode haver versão&lt;br /&gt;nesse aparato exposto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nenhum pretexto você tem&lt;br /&gt;nem tudo tem explicação &lt;br /&gt;se a luz no fim do túnel existe&lt;br /&gt;não posso entender seu desdém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando aponta esse dedo assim&lt;br /&gt;percebo de longe o artifício&lt;br /&gt;com a certeira dedução&lt;br /&gt;que previ desde o princípio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem não é de nada&lt;br /&gt;de nada adianta querer&lt;br /&gt;só se ajuda, a quem precisa&lt;br /&gt;e a quem faz por merecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;11/09/11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-5473535849822429639?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/5473535849822429639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/09/falso-pretexto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/5473535849822429639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/5473535849822429639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/09/falso-pretexto.html' title='Falso pretexto'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cWXIgpzvuIA/TnY6qSxFgxI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/ciluzh9FrMs/s72-c/desprezo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-4754578713818309086</id><published>2011-09-18T11:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T08:55:36.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A voz que não desejo ouvir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dy3d3Dwgw7M/TnY5u4ESJJI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/aKEFT2gC4FI/s1600/3039173-lg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="280" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dy3d3Dwgw7M/TnY5u4ESJJI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/aKEFT2gC4FI/s400/3039173-lg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou comprar o caos&lt;br /&gt;para adoçar um desaforo&lt;br /&gt;derrubar as leis do ostracismo&lt;br /&gt;e lambuzar meu pessimismo&lt;br /&gt;para driblar a dor do fingimento&lt;br /&gt;ao desmentir suas verdades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou me enfurnar no anarquismo&lt;br /&gt;pra ser de vez o antagonismo&lt;br /&gt;e dissolver as mentiras que inventou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só assim ficarei de bem com o bem&lt;br /&gt;para espantar o mal que perambulando&lt;br /&gt;vive a povoar de nuvens cinzentas, meu ciúme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou desfazer o ardume que me queima&lt;br /&gt;e ao derreter a voz que escuto tanto&lt;br /&gt;espetarei esse saltitante capetinha na parede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;10/09/11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-4754578713818309086?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/4754578713818309086/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/09/voz-que-nao-desejo-ouvir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/4754578713818309086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/4754578713818309086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/09/voz-que-nao-desejo-ouvir.html' title='A voz que não desejo ouvir'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dy3d3Dwgw7M/TnY5u4ESJJI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/aKEFT2gC4FI/s72-c/3039173-lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-4050163720676655433</id><published>2011-09-08T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T05:59:10.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cantigas do Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Eys8mD1EqFM/Tmi7_o0XKWI/AAAAAAAAB8I/559EPspFatg/s1600/ampulheta1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="318" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Eys8mD1EqFM/Tmi7_o0XKWI/AAAAAAAAB8I/559EPspFatg/s400/ampulheta1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempos que navegam&lt;br /&gt;prisioneiros da vontade da vida,&lt;br /&gt;despertam sonhos orvalhados&lt;br /&gt;nas luzes do arco-íris&lt;br /&gt;Seus olhos trazem alvoradas&lt;br /&gt;mergulhadas em promessas sem direção,&lt;br /&gt;como um suspiro manso,&lt;br /&gt;furtivo e fugidio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo delimita a dimensão da alma&lt;br /&gt;afaga os amores esculpidos no éter&lt;br /&gt;para eternizar os momentos lúdicos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traz certezas para invadir os afazeres,&lt;br /&gt;e brindar com liberdade, nossos sentidos&lt;br /&gt;depois brinca de cantigas de ninar&lt;br /&gt;e embala nossos sonhos entrelaçados de Amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceição Bentes e Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Natal RN/Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;07/09/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-4050163720676655433?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/4050163720676655433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/09/cantigas-do-tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/4050163720676655433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/4050163720676655433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/09/cantigas-do-tempo.html' title='Cantigas do Tempo'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Eys8mD1EqFM/Tmi7_o0XKWI/AAAAAAAAB8I/559EPspFatg/s72-c/ampulheta1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-529678291677724117</id><published>2011-09-07T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T02:31:19.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contraste</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b7qdPn2j2y0/Tmc53p-F9BI/AAAAAAAAB8A/7AgLhn5U8rA/s1600/PAAAAAPsm9ES_w-E7Ik3j6uD6i7shdGMymRURjsTTVo0P6qNtbACu1Y2UpyoHvNmEiT84Juueb-eQ_51CKdlOg10zvIAm1T1UDb7RpA2dKq6Zgbe6S-WL--_oYbH.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b7qdPn2j2y0/Tmc53p-F9BI/AAAAAAAAB8A/7AgLhn5U8rA/s400/PAAAAAPsm9ES_w-E7Ik3j6uD6i7shdGMymRURjsTTVo0P6qNtbACu1Y2UpyoHvNmEiT84Juueb-eQ_51CKdlOg10zvIAm1T1UDb7RpA2dKq6Zgbe6S-WL--_oYbH.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A casa entre os escombros estava em ruínas,&lt;br /&gt;da janela, ao longe pude ver, um céu cinza-escuro, &lt;br /&gt;pássaros negros revoam o horizonte triste,&lt;br /&gt;mas, seu beijo ardente destoava do cenário...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que poderia importar-me um quadro de tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;se apaixonado me fiz pelo amor e sua beleza?&lt;br /&gt;Nossas silhuetas em contraste com a cena&lt;br /&gt;dominavam com grande magia, o ambiente sombrio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;05/09/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-529678291677724117?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/529678291677724117/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/09/contraste.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/529678291677724117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/529678291677724117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/09/contraste.html' title='Contraste'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b7qdPn2j2y0/Tmc53p-F9BI/AAAAAAAAB8A/7AgLhn5U8rA/s72-c/PAAAAAPsm9ES_w-E7Ik3j6uD6i7shdGMymRURjsTTVo0P6qNtbACu1Y2UpyoHvNmEiT84Juueb-eQ_51CKdlOg10zvIAm1T1UDb7RpA2dKq6Zgbe6S-WL--_oYbH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-2384219526884319435</id><published>2011-08-31T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T16:17:05.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PALAVRA DE VIOLEIRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I4bJ04deaMw/Tl7A4FfsJOI/AAAAAAAAB74/bBkheUsffEM/s1600/violeiros.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I4bJ04deaMw/Tl7A4FfsJOI/AAAAAAAAB74/bBkheUsffEM/s400/violeiros.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas cordas da viola&lt;br /&gt;Arranhei esse refrão&lt;br /&gt;Das buscas e saudades&lt;br /&gt;Rabisquei essa canção&lt;br /&gt;Viola sem violeiro&lt;br /&gt;Num cantinho abandonada&lt;br /&gt;É que nem galo cego, velho e mudo&lt;br /&gt;Sem cantar na madrugada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E cantador sem sua viola&lt;br /&gt;Pra animar a cantoria&lt;br /&gt;É que nem leito de rio seco&lt;br /&gt;Ou poeta sem poesia&lt;br /&gt;Gado preso na invernada&lt;br /&gt;Lua nova apagada&lt;br /&gt;Sem sorriso e sem alegria&lt;br /&gt;Fica triste, canta nada.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Quando lembra da viola &lt;br /&gt;Pendurada na parede&lt;br /&gt;Entristece mais ainda&lt;br /&gt;E a tristeza nunca finda&lt;br /&gt;Se tentar sem a parceira&lt;br /&gt;Quando diz: só diz besteira&lt;br /&gt;Você pode achar que não&lt;br /&gt;Mas cantador só é feliz&lt;br /&gt;Se tem viola e canção. (bis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu garanto companheiro&lt;br /&gt;Você pode ignorar&lt;br /&gt;Você está no seu direito&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem lhe diz é um violeiro&lt;br /&gt;Você pode achar que não&lt;br /&gt;Mas as cordas da viola&lt;br /&gt;São cordões do coração. (bis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho/Saulo Campos&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-2384219526884319435?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/2384219526884319435/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/palavra-de-violeiro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/2384219526884319435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/2384219526884319435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/palavra-de-violeiro.html' title='PALAVRA DE VIOLEIRO'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I4bJ04deaMw/Tl7A4FfsJOI/AAAAAAAAB74/bBkheUsffEM/s72-c/violeiros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-5683194386992231873</id><published>2011-08-30T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T15:29:08.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trapezistas</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wh4wnsh6uMQ/Tl1kLQoomII/AAAAAAAAB7w/EtZhrb7OkXQ/s1600/Corda%2Bbamba1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wh4wnsh6uMQ/Tl1kLQoomII/AAAAAAAAB7w/EtZhrb7OkXQ/s400/Corda%2Bbamba1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se os sonhos nos fossem suficientes,&lt;br /&gt;não seriam necessários esforços&lt;br /&gt;para encontrarmos a felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Bastaria o piscar dos olhos&lt;br /&gt;e tudo se transformaria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, já que a realidade&lt;br /&gt;também não nos completa&lt;br /&gt;precisamos acalentar os sonhos&lt;br /&gt;que nos impulsionam para a vida.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo pode mudar num piscar de olhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O grande barato da vida é &lt;br /&gt;o eterno andar numa corda bamba&lt;br /&gt;tendo a incógnita, como rede de proteção. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marinete Silva &amp; Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Vitória/Minas&lt;br /&gt;30.08.11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-5683194386992231873?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/5683194386992231873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/trapezistas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/5683194386992231873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/5683194386992231873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/trapezistas.html' title='Trapezistas'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wh4wnsh6uMQ/Tl1kLQoomII/AAAAAAAAB7w/EtZhrb7OkXQ/s72-c/Corda%2Bbamba1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-583036967982308079</id><published>2011-08-29T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T15:18:57.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilusionismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7WUlBt6ZkBo/TlwQRshoTnI/AAAAAAAAB7o/0CQNibdfomU/s1600/1219967966_passaros.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7WUlBt6ZkBo/TlwQRshoTnI/AAAAAAAAB7o/0CQNibdfomU/s400/1219967966_passaros.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flutuava meu pássaro alado&lt;br /&gt;por sobre o vergel,&lt;br /&gt;no fundo do vale tão verde&lt;br /&gt;existia um lago azul da cor do céu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na janela da torre do alto&lt;br /&gt;a cortina escarlate se abriu,&lt;br /&gt;o castelo era lindo da cor do cristal&lt;br /&gt;onde a princesa dos brincos de ouro, sorriu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De asas abertas vi meu pássaro vermelho planar&lt;br /&gt;foi então que o riso acabou, meu sonho findou,&lt;br /&gt;a magia se foi, quando acabei de acordar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobri que a realidade pode vencer a fantasia,&lt;br /&gt;mas, a emoção e o sonho, se renovam todo dia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;29/08/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-583036967982308079?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/583036967982308079/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/ilusionismo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/583036967982308079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/583036967982308079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/ilusionismo.html' title='Ilusionismo'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7WUlBt6ZkBo/TlwQRshoTnI/AAAAAAAAB7o/0CQNibdfomU/s72-c/1219967966_passaros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-6456532354424580299</id><published>2011-08-29T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T09:16:13.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Consumação</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wl8ypw4z1OE/Tlu7Q23Y78I/AAAAAAAAB7g/OfCY-XBoM6Y/s1600/Consuma%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wl8ypw4z1OE/Tlu7Q23Y78I/AAAAAAAAB7g/OfCY-XBoM6Y/s400/Consuma%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero a lucidez das horas&lt;br /&gt;auroras do meu existir,&lt;br /&gt;as páginas primeiras, da história,&lt;br /&gt;imagens do fogo e do faquir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero a vastidão do belo,&lt;br /&gt;etéreo, fogo-fátuo e cores&lt;br /&gt;amores que não sejam efêmeros&lt;br /&gt;e nada que são dissabores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero consumir ardumes&lt;br /&gt;perfumes pra dosar seu corpo&lt;br /&gt;e o cheiro de alfazema leve&lt;br /&gt;no êxtase que me deixa louco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sonho, que sonhar me encanta&lt;br /&gt;e espanta a solidão que trago,&lt;br /&gt;afagos entre carinhos e sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;e pra sempre ter você nos braços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;29/08/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-6456532354424580299?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/6456532354424580299/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/consumacao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/6456532354424580299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/6456532354424580299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/consumacao.html' title='Consumação'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wl8ypw4z1OE/Tlu7Q23Y78I/AAAAAAAAB7g/OfCY-XBoM6Y/s72-c/Consuma%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-4026443477615720390</id><published>2011-08-29T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T03:04:28.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para que o sorriso venha</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAVht_Chom8/TltkI5CXRCI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/H4Tm3fFNq_o/s1600/PQAAAE6PtpxA7jjWAwiCAkGbCFO9YwrdNXZmJPDYMT-9NG4ur6mL4Fz57NPTaYyrGM8kzMtihaq4F90pJYBSVnaxY1kAm1T1UCUlgZOp6uK5j-kL18PZ56Zt1F-_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAVht_Chom8/TltkI5CXRCI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/H4Tm3fFNq_o/s400/PQAAAE6PtpxA7jjWAwiCAkGbCFO9YwrdNXZmJPDYMT-9NG4ur6mL4Fz57NPTaYyrGM8kzMtihaq4F90pJYBSVnaxY1kAm1T1UCUlgZOp6uK5j-kL18PZ56Zt1F-_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gira Moinho, gira&lt;br /&gt;roda esse mal pra lá,&lt;br /&gt;inverta o mau presságio,&lt;br /&gt;do cinza que aqui está...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devolva um vento bom&lt;br /&gt;sibilando nova canção,&lt;br /&gt;que possa então ninar&lt;br /&gt;meu menino coração&lt;br /&gt;carente de acreditar,&lt;br /&gt;no homem e sua remissão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que esse vento possa vir,&lt;br /&gt;com sabor do acalanto,&lt;br /&gt;para que o sorriso enfim&lt;br /&gt;sufoque toda dor e pranto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;27/08/201&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-4026443477615720390?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/4026443477615720390/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/para-que-o-sorriso-venha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/4026443477615720390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/4026443477615720390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/para-que-o-sorriso-venha.html' title='Para que o sorriso venha'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAVht_Chom8/TltkI5CXRCI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/H4Tm3fFNq_o/s72-c/PQAAAE6PtpxA7jjWAwiCAkGbCFO9YwrdNXZmJPDYMT-9NG4ur6mL4Fz57NPTaYyrGM8kzMtihaq4F90pJYBSVnaxY1kAm1T1UCUlgZOp6uK5j-kL18PZ56Zt1F-_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-6924562972053431191</id><published>2011-08-29T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T03:03:02.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pingares</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zdtm1-t85Og/Tltjy9bxgTI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/9BiVdQe8UmQ/s1600/PAAAAIQL2VX8Vi_YJ6tdUSTPklWrKN9QQrVJdHOnhSTSLRQ4OX2DTlP0Y4YcyH5wlMkRoaivzBs9qi_wgIGxTjlebIgAm1T1UKZY0b3sFS6KBy2NAqaWL4ujiIO0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="351" width="365" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zdtm1-t85Og/Tltjy9bxgTI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/9BiVdQe8UmQ/s400/PAAAAIQL2VX8Vi_YJ6tdUSTPklWrKN9QQrVJdHOnhSTSLRQ4OX2DTlP0Y4YcyH5wlMkRoaivzBs9qi_wgIGxTjlebIgAm1T1UKZY0b3sFS6KBy2NAqaWL4ujiIO0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo pingar de meu coração vadio&lt;br /&gt;gotas douradas do mel do amor,&lt;br /&gt;quem sabe assim, sem que perceba,&lt;br /&gt;alguém se deixe lambuzar, de bem querer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;21/08/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-6924562972053431191?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/6924562972053431191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/pingares.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/6924562972053431191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/6924562972053431191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/pingares.html' title='Pingares'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zdtm1-t85Og/Tltjy9bxgTI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/9BiVdQe8UmQ/s72-c/PAAAAIQL2VX8Vi_YJ6tdUSTPklWrKN9QQrVJdHOnhSTSLRQ4OX2DTlP0Y4YcyH5wlMkRoaivzBs9qi_wgIGxTjlebIgAm1T1UKZY0b3sFS6KBy2NAqaWL4ujiIO0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-5665740227978042944</id><published>2011-08-29T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T03:01:19.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peralta Soneto</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4CsowJOg9Wc/TltjZe48ZgI/AAAAAAAAB7I/nDm4fS5TwBM/s1600/nostalgia21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="289" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4CsowJOg9Wc/TltjZe48ZgI/AAAAAAAAB7I/nDm4fS5TwBM/s400/nostalgia21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha infância, recordar&lt;br /&gt;Me trará melancolia&lt;br /&gt;Mas deixo-me assim vagar&lt;br /&gt;No sabor dessa magia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigos deixei, não mais vi&lt;br /&gt;Os perdi pela vida afora&lt;br /&gt;Caminhos diferentes segui&lt;br /&gt;Muitos deles, foram embora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na meninice tão risonha&lt;br /&gt;Muitas peraltices, fazia&lt;br /&gt;Era mesmo tanta façanha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia e noite, noite e dia&lt;br /&gt;Minha alegria tamanha&lt;br /&gt;Recordo com nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;21/08/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-5665740227978042944?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/5665740227978042944/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/peralta-soneto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/5665740227978042944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/5665740227978042944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/peralta-soneto.html' title='Peralta Soneto'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4CsowJOg9Wc/TltjZe48ZgI/AAAAAAAAB7I/nDm4fS5TwBM/s72-c/nostalgia21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-2692740955887752786</id><published>2011-08-29T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:56:28.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O lirismo de sua voz</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6bxhzalRgW0/TltiQFOrhpI/AAAAAAAAB7A/eJ2lMv-KvBk/s1600/ca9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6bxhzalRgW0/TltiQFOrhpI/AAAAAAAAB7A/eJ2lMv-KvBk/s400/ca9.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao ouvir sua voz encantada&lt;br /&gt;meu amor novamente sorriu.&lt;br /&gt;Porque vejo em você minha fada&lt;br /&gt;que entre sonhos então me surgiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigo assim nessa doce magia,&lt;br /&gt;dia a dia a sorrir tão feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Porque sei que o amor carecia,&lt;br /&gt;desse encanto que minh’alma quis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis que agora tenho um sonho real,&lt;br /&gt;natural como as forças do bem.&lt;br /&gt;E bem digo a este sorriso floral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois assim a emoção me convém.&lt;br /&gt;Já que tudo voltou ao normal,&lt;br /&gt;que o Senhor nos proteja. Amém. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;19/08/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-2692740955887752786?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/2692740955887752786/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-lirismo-de-sua-voz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/2692740955887752786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/2692740955887752786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-lirismo-de-sua-voz.html' title='O lirismo de sua voz'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6bxhzalRgW0/TltiQFOrhpI/AAAAAAAAB7A/eJ2lMv-KvBk/s72-c/ca9.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-1936617761884511957</id><published>2011-08-29T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:52:59.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MATIZARES</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Lenm_TSHW4/TlthST49iqI/AAAAAAAAB64/bf1ejFeodZ4/s1600/arco-iris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Lenm_TSHW4/TlthST49iqI/AAAAAAAAB64/bf1ejFeodZ4/s400/arco-iris.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero um arco-íris&lt;br /&gt;matizando um céu anil,&lt;br /&gt;um bando de andorinhas&lt;br /&gt;pontos negros nesse azul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero nuvens brancas&lt;br /&gt;gateadas em grená&lt;br /&gt;um por de sol dourado&lt;br /&gt;colorindo o meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma tarde bem risonha&lt;br /&gt;entre roxos de um ipê&lt;br /&gt;quero a lua fulgurante&lt;br /&gt;e outro verso pra você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;17/08/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-1936617761884511957?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/1936617761884511957/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/matizares.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/1936617761884511957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/1936617761884511957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/matizares.html' title='MATIZARES'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Lenm_TSHW4/TlthST49iqI/AAAAAAAAB64/bf1ejFeodZ4/s72-c/arco-iris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-4446939317919647862</id><published>2011-08-29T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:49:29.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DO OUTRO LADO DO PLANETA</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7-TlQCR6nVw/TltgoS3DavI/AAAAAAAAB6w/-7IDHbj77sg/s1600/sun_earth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="387" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7-TlQCR6nVw/TltgoS3DavI/AAAAAAAAB6w/-7IDHbj77sg/s400/sun_earth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuro o outro lado do planeta&lt;br /&gt;onde a imaginação puder chegar&lt;br /&gt;esse meu jeito um tanto curioso&lt;br /&gt;às vezes pode até decepcionar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tanto ver os horrores provocados&lt;br /&gt;disfarço tanta indignação&lt;br /&gt;mas não consigo administrar&lt;br /&gt;a dor que me sufoca o coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe numa encosta dessa terra&lt;br /&gt;exista um outro modo de viver&lt;br /&gt;por onde a virtude seja a tônica&lt;br /&gt;lugar que o homem jamais vai destruir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;16/08/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-4446939317919647862?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/4446939317919647862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/do-outro-lado-do-planeta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/4446939317919647862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/4446939317919647862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/do-outro-lado-do-planeta.html' title='DO OUTRO LADO DO PLANETA'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7-TlQCR6nVw/TltgoS3DavI/AAAAAAAAB6w/-7IDHbj77sg/s72-c/sun_earth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-3233797935385182409</id><published>2011-08-29T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:46:22.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VERSOS DE ANO INTEIRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hKV0Kh9xBto/Tltf5J4mh_I/AAAAAAAAB6o/TDQ3AIEsCjc/s1600/_A_PENA_A_ESCREVER.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hKV0Kh9xBto/Tltf5J4mh_I/AAAAAAAAB6o/TDQ3AIEsCjc/s400/_A_PENA_A_ESCREVER.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus janeiros da infância&lt;br /&gt;foram sempre pueris&lt;br /&gt;mas fevereiros e marços&lt;br /&gt;quase sempre eram febris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos abris dos meus sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;pintavam meus maios de encantos &lt;br /&gt;meus junhos e julhos tão frios &lt;br /&gt;agostos me vinham aos prantos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setembrando nos outubros&lt;br /&gt;novembrava em emoções&lt;br /&gt;culminando nos dezembros&lt;br /&gt;nas resenhas das paixões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajustava meus desejos tantos&lt;br /&gt;para que no ano vindouro &lt;br /&gt;tudo se repetisse como sempre fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;10/08/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-3233797935385182409?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/3233797935385182409/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/versos-de-ano-inteiro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/3233797935385182409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/3233797935385182409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/versos-de-ano-inteiro.html' title='VERSOS DE ANO INTEIRO'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hKV0Kh9xBto/Tltf5J4mh_I/AAAAAAAAB6o/TDQ3AIEsCjc/s72-c/_A_PENA_A_ESCREVER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-7045918048251721713</id><published>2011-08-29T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:43:21.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INSENSATEZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rays90_LpeY/TltfKwu88yI/AAAAAAAAB6g/Tze6TyNU9hs/s1600/VALVALENTE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rays90_LpeY/TltfKwu88yI/AAAAAAAAB6g/Tze6TyNU9hs/s400/VALVALENTE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã saberei porque&lt;br /&gt;trilhei caminho diferente&lt;br /&gt;amanhã poderei dizer&lt;br /&gt;que já não sou mais sozinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir meu pássaro canoro&lt;br /&gt;é tudo que eu mais queria&lt;br /&gt;saber que você me deseja&lt;br /&gt;é saber que a vida não é vazia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem amor sou incógnita inexata&lt;br /&gt;sem amor nada sou só impreciso&lt;br /&gt;não lhe ter é a tristeza demarcando&lt;br /&gt;a total insensatez do meu juízo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-7045918048251721713?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/7045918048251721713/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/insensatez.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/7045918048251721713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/7045918048251721713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/insensatez.html' title='INSENSATEZ'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rays90_LpeY/TltfKwu88yI/AAAAAAAAB6g/Tze6TyNU9hs/s72-c/VALVALENTE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-6013793065418249512</id><published>2011-08-17T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T06:11:13.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BRONZEADO</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSojTNbcogg/Tku96t-P-II/AAAAAAAAB6Y/w0EMfZHaYEY/s1600/MAR%25C3%2587AL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="309" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSojTNbcogg/Tku96t-P-II/AAAAAAAAB6Y/w0EMfZHaYEY/s400/MAR%25C3%2587AL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa dourada cor do bronze&lt;br /&gt;fascinante visão outonal &lt;br /&gt;pigmentos desse cobre lindo&lt;br /&gt;tapete de folhas encarnadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistério dum encanto sutil&lt;br /&gt;perfil dessa magia plena&lt;br /&gt;que sempre no agosto vem&lt;br /&gt;para de ocre enfeitar o tema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O outono só é triste, se fecharmos&lt;br /&gt;os olhos, para sua singular beleza &lt;br /&gt;ficar indiferente ao lindo dourado&lt;br /&gt;é ignorar o requinte da natureza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;16/08/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-6013793065418249512?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/6013793065418249512/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/bronzeado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/6013793065418249512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/6013793065418249512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/bronzeado.html' title='BRONZEADO'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSojTNbcogg/Tku96t-P-II/AAAAAAAAB6Y/w0EMfZHaYEY/s72-c/MAR%25C3%2587AL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-168502608597496312</id><published>2011-08-15T18:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T18:49:02.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Pai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gyR-nd-TEbc/TknMYayRqgI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/n_xRbjV1dGI/s1600/PQAAAAORvKxIaDItXNP8EBllIlRvHFZpZ_s50WAy-Se2MZ7Zv9YJPM7gAj6aV6JuCU8Y_NLCu6JWZ_TUsVOeDIx__i4Am1T1UNA0Mo0g5Tx07SEJMDaLYJBnUCzV.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="330" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gyR-nd-TEbc/TknMYayRqgI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/n_xRbjV1dGI/s400/PQAAAAORvKxIaDItXNP8EBllIlRvHFZpZ_s50WAy-Se2MZ7Zv9YJPM7gAj6aV6JuCU8Y_NLCu6JWZ_TUsVOeDIx__i4Am1T1UNA0Mo0g5Tx07SEJMDaLYJBnUCzV.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-168502608597496312?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/168502608597496312/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/168502608597496312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/168502608597496312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title='Meu Pai'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gyR-nd-TEbc/TknMYayRqgI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/n_xRbjV1dGI/s72-c/PQAAAAORvKxIaDItXNP8EBllIlRvHFZpZ_s50WAy-Se2MZ7Zv9YJPM7gAj6aV6JuCU8Y_NLCu6JWZ_TUsVOeDIx__i4Am1T1UNA0Mo0g5Tx07SEJMDaLYJBnUCzV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-5825858975993093571</id><published>2011-08-15T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T18:47:08.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PARA ESPANTAR A TRISTEZA</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4XxNJe1MY_0/TknMFItX7ZI/AAAAAAAAB6I/tS_l2mq9NPk/s1600/PQAAAI9DU1bBXN9XFhxTk7n67Dqvmkaz6fP9kylv-WzmVRgNhm7-OV0Kht0MTY8x_dQ9Fo-MuuxUK_m9pLK_vnbmAWwAm1T1UBwmndwZQzfUFhBoUuVb1jDDLVZK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4XxNJe1MY_0/TknMFItX7ZI/AAAAAAAAB6I/tS_l2mq9NPk/s400/PQAAAI9DU1bBXN9XFhxTk7n67Dqvmkaz6fP9kylv-WzmVRgNhm7-OV0Kht0MTY8x_dQ9Fo-MuuxUK_m9pLK_vnbmAWwAm1T1UBwmndwZQzfUFhBoUuVb1jDDLVZK.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A solidão é como um barco perdido&lt;br /&gt;na imensidão de águas ermas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no alinhavo da moldura&lt;br /&gt;deixo as nuvens branca/azuis&lt;br /&gt;brincando em tela solitária&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;até que as imagens se fundam&lt;br /&gt;para que o amor possa sorrir&lt;br /&gt;e a tristeza se despedir no cais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;12/07/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-5825858975993093571?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/5825858975993093571/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/para-espantar-tristeza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/5825858975993093571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/5825858975993093571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/para-espantar-tristeza.html' title='PARA ESPANTAR A TRISTEZA'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4XxNJe1MY_0/TknMFItX7ZI/AAAAAAAAB6I/tS_l2mq9NPk/s72-c/PQAAAI9DU1bBXN9XFhxTk7n67Dqvmkaz6fP9kylv-WzmVRgNhm7-OV0Kht0MTY8x_dQ9Fo-MuuxUK_m9pLK_vnbmAWwAm1T1UBwmndwZQzfUFhBoUuVb1jDDLVZK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-4528106124853638960</id><published>2011-08-09T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T01:22:02.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CANTARES DE MEL E MAIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--7ev9kjKaak/TkDuH-EiVEI/AAAAAAAAB6A/W6D6IpnQmi8/s1600/mel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--7ev9kjKaak/TkDuH-EiVEI/AAAAAAAAB6A/W6D6IpnQmi8/s400/mel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomara que o tempo encontre a razão&lt;br /&gt;tomara que venha, um novo verão&lt;br /&gt;que trame em nós, maior alquimia&lt;br /&gt;que nos possa florir a flor da magia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que traga a paixão com sabor de mel&lt;br /&gt;que nossa estrela reluza no céu&lt;br /&gt;que possa fluir um doce porvir&lt;br /&gt;que a paz que sonhamos nos venha sorrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o uso da voz tenha um novo sentido&lt;br /&gt;que o canto eternize um som sustenido&lt;br /&gt;que nossa essência priorize o bom grado&lt;br /&gt;que o desejo do amor seja enfim consagrado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;07/08/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-4528106124853638960?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/4528106124853638960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/cantares-de-mel-e-mais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/4528106124853638960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/4528106124853638960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/cantares-de-mel-e-mais.html' title='CANTARES DE MEL E MAIS'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--7ev9kjKaak/TkDuH-EiVEI/AAAAAAAAB6A/W6D6IpnQmi8/s72-c/mel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-137065450529478063</id><published>2011-08-09T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T01:16:23.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>METAFÓRICO</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ByX-9uDrqnw/TkDsz9CIOzI/AAAAAAAAB54/8qSL9H6JQJU/s1600/vladimir_kush.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="319" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ByX-9uDrqnw/TkDsz9CIOzI/AAAAAAAAB54/8qSL9H6JQJU/s400/vladimir_kush.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do alto da minha expectativa&lt;br /&gt;vivo no baixo escalão&lt;br /&gt;sem dominar essa fobia&lt;br /&gt;meio aluno de Platão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nem mesmo a lei de Newton&lt;br /&gt;consegue me convencer&lt;br /&gt;faço careta para Einstein&lt;br /&gt;mas dele quero aprender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou da luz que agride as trevas&lt;br /&gt;dizimando meus porquês&lt;br /&gt;navegando em caravelas&lt;br /&gt;detestando os tais clichês&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim minhas rimas tolas&lt;br /&gt;não convencem, mas iludem&lt;br /&gt;e também pouco me importa&lt;br /&gt;se as pessoas se confundem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brinco com a seriedade&lt;br /&gt;pra iludir a fantasia&lt;br /&gt;escondendo a vaidade&lt;br /&gt;que deprime a fidalguia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu sensor às vezes falha&lt;br /&gt;e o radar não especifica&lt;br /&gt;quando a sobra me encerra&lt;br /&gt;ouço a voz dizendo: Fica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;06/08/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-137065450529478063?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/137065450529478063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/metaforico.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/137065450529478063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/137065450529478063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/metaforico.html' title='METAFÓRICO'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ByX-9uDrqnw/TkDsz9CIOzI/AAAAAAAAB54/8qSL9H6JQJU/s72-c/vladimir_kush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-8321296556691588394</id><published>2011-08-09T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T01:13:38.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REBELDE POR CONVICÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rX2HkYyDbLQ/TkDsJ5iy1-I/AAAAAAAAB5w/qxIWWQpOENQ/s1600/homem-da-felicidade-no-por-do-sol-thumb2035243%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="373" width="390" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rX2HkYyDbLQ/TkDsJ5iy1-I/AAAAAAAAB5w/qxIWWQpOENQ/s400/homem-da-felicidade-no-por-do-sol-thumb2035243%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As asas do meu pássaro&lt;br /&gt;tolhidas se aquietaram,&lt;br /&gt;talvez por precaução&lt;br /&gt;por certo nem me notaram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que quero, nem sempre tenho&lt;br /&gt;o que tenho, nem sempre quero&lt;br /&gt;sonho com o tango de Piazzolla&lt;br /&gt;ouvindo Ravel in bolero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual Abraão levando Isaac&lt;br /&gt;para no monte imolar&lt;br /&gt;sou como Jacó e o Anjo&lt;br /&gt;quero proteção ganhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas por saber que não mereço&lt;br /&gt;sei que sei, que sou tão falho,&lt;br /&gt;um caminho vasto à minha frente&lt;br /&gt;porém sigo sempre, noutro atalho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;06/08/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-8321296556691588394?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/8321296556691588394/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/rebelde-por-conviccao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/8321296556691588394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/8321296556691588394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/rebelde-por-conviccao.html' title='REBELDE POR CONVICÇÃO'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rX2HkYyDbLQ/TkDsJ5iy1-I/AAAAAAAAB5w/qxIWWQpOENQ/s72-c/homem-da-felicidade-no-por-do-sol-thumb2035243%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-8424139313749836369</id><published>2011-08-05T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T10:38:38.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MELHOR PREVENIR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gWTrUtDziv0/TjwqlnuvX8I/AAAAAAAAB5o/OPNES6ZeQ30/s1600/cuidado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gWTrUtDziv0/TjwqlnuvX8I/AAAAAAAAB5o/OPNES6ZeQ30/s400/cuidado.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entendi tudo que me disse, mas;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai que a vida se perde&lt;br /&gt;numa outra esquina&lt;br /&gt;vai que a menina rebelde&lt;br /&gt;resolve me amar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem que de longe não sei&lt;br /&gt;o que virá depois&lt;br /&gt;e nem mesmo depende&lt;br /&gt;só do amor de nós dois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pérola da ostra&lt;br /&gt;no fundo do mar&lt;br /&gt;é linda eu sei,&lt;br /&gt;mas difícil encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai que me venha&lt;br /&gt;um adeus num segundo&lt;br /&gt;e a vida se esvai&lt;br /&gt;e desaba meu mundo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entendi tudo, mas prevenir é melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;05/08/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-8424139313749836369?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/8424139313749836369/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/melhor-prevenir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/8424139313749836369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/8424139313749836369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/melhor-prevenir.html' title='MELHOR PREVENIR'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gWTrUtDziv0/TjwqlnuvX8I/AAAAAAAAB5o/OPNES6ZeQ30/s72-c/cuidado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-7380685818587950252</id><published>2011-08-05T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T10:35:36.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MERGULHADO EM MEL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eusB0UDpQTo/Tjwp4yQ9RuI/AAAAAAAAB5g/Jqs5O0si25Q/s1600/mulher%2Bflor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eusB0UDpQTo/Tjwp4yQ9RuI/AAAAAAAAB5g/Jqs5O0si25Q/s400/mulher%2Bflor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto do seu cheiro doce&lt;br /&gt;qual maçã que fosse&lt;br /&gt;mergulhada em mel&lt;br /&gt;gosto do sabor canela&lt;br /&gt;cravo dessa cor tão bela&lt;br /&gt;bolinhos de chuva e céu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim abelha, visgo adocicado&lt;br /&gt;tão enamorado, vivo em apogeu&lt;br /&gt;ao sentir você, sonho antecipado&lt;br /&gt;e vivo adorando esse doce seu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu gosto moreno é inconfundível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;04/08/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-7380685818587950252?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/7380685818587950252/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/mergulhado-em-mel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/7380685818587950252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/7380685818587950252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/mergulhado-em-mel.html' title='MERGULHADO EM MEL'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eusB0UDpQTo/Tjwp4yQ9RuI/AAAAAAAAB5g/Jqs5O0si25Q/s72-c/mulher%2Bflor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-2564414690319904448</id><published>2011-08-05T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T10:31:56.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DA CANDURA NOSSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CN39WWTuusI/TjwpBHO9Z2I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/Te2wqHKtelw/s1600/472557.gif.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CN39WWTuusI/TjwpBHO9Z2I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/Te2wqHKtelw/s400/472557.gif.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menina traz de volta&lt;br /&gt;a dúvida que tomou de mim&lt;br /&gt;beba de novo,&lt;br /&gt;o vinho de nossa paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estarei aqui&lt;br /&gt;o tempo que preciso for&lt;br /&gt;cingindo a aura de minh’alma&lt;br /&gt;ouvindo a nossa canção&lt;br /&gt;que sempre reavivou nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa vida num espelho em moldura&lt;br /&gt;candura de tanto bem querer&lt;br /&gt;por onde todo esse fascínio&lt;br /&gt;tem o mesmo encanto em nosso viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;02/08/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-2564414690319904448?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/2564414690319904448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/da-candura-nossa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/2564414690319904448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/2564414690319904448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/da-candura-nossa.html' title='DA CANDURA NOSSA'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CN39WWTuusI/TjwpBHO9Z2I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/Te2wqHKtelw/s72-c/472557.gif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333620871779142168.post-1134719949399865944</id><published>2011-08-02T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T11:10:46.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INADIMPLENTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dHGzM9ZixJk/Tjg9kqOijzI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/FGe4Z220JGA/s1600/inadimplencia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="286" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dHGzM9ZixJk/Tjg9kqOijzI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/FGe4Z220JGA/s400/inadimplencia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um ponto, um conto, uma dúvida&lt;br /&gt;e a dívida no fim do dia&lt;br /&gt;uma dúvida no conto do ponto&lt;br /&gt;uma tarde e a dívida aumentada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um medo que desconheço&lt;br /&gt;no tropeço da inadimplência&lt;br /&gt;às favas que não foram contadas&lt;br /&gt;esbarrando na incoerência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida colocada à prova&lt;br /&gt;na rota da coincidência&lt;br /&gt;que longe do entendimento&lt;br /&gt;pegou-me pela incompetência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha matemática sempre foi um caos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marçal Filho&lt;br /&gt;Itabira MG&lt;br /&gt;01/08/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333620871779142168-1134719949399865944?l=josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/1134719949399865944/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/inadimplente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/1134719949399865944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333620871779142168/posts/default/1134719949399865944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josemarcalfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/inadimplente.html' title='INADIMPLENTE'/><author><name>Marçal Filho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00605253720109835566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HNN3INYBBA/SmnyPpQhzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/XItCVdk8qWw/S220/OgAAALq4JPRbj-O--v2bsxw76wC_DfVGuGn9YRlePWr-PW7vg66vZJM28eXaRrFozzX55vrszxlKEaw6Lus84OgYZ4EAm1T1UKXlTqzcREEcoNfwuDBp4G8cYCin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dHGzM9ZixJk/Tjg9kqOijzI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/FGe4Z220JGA/s72-c/inadimplencia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
