<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599</id><updated>2011-10-07T22:58:26.143+01:00</updated><category term='Lembranças'/><category term='Desilusão'/><title type='text'>MORGANA FADA</title><subtitle type='html'>De Fadas...Borboletas invisíveis... 

Luz...Magia...Verdade...Dor</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-3236574647883829802</id><published>2009-03-14T00:09:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-14T00:28:11.728Z</updated><title type='text'>REFLEXO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/Sbr2ROlOi3I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/MoQSKhS5bmU/s1600-h/625548637_713cf45e56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312829486269369202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 399px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/Sbr2ROlOi3I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/MoQSKhS5bmU/s400/625548637_713cf45e56.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sei-me de cor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Desde tempos imemoriais que me aprendi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Conheço o meu abrir de alma à luz do sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Conheço o meu regresso à escuridão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Por isso me escuto e me confronto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sei-me de cor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;E de tão bem me saber é que descubro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Que neste estar em que me encontro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sou duas de mim como no espelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Eu sou a imagem do meu reflexo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-3236574647883829802?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/3236574647883829802/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=3236574647883829802&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/3236574647883829802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/3236574647883829802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2009/03/reflexo.html' title='REFLEXO'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/Sbr2ROlOi3I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/MoQSKhS5bmU/s72-c/625548637_713cf45e56.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-3599157519151617338</id><published>2009-03-10T22:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:22:55.246Z</updated><title type='text'>DEDOS BRANCOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/Sbbl8y-MTDI/AAAAAAAAAJc/2JCFEVSYCtY/s1600-h/As%2Brosas%2Bs%25C3%25A3o%2Beternas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311685643167616050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/Sbbl8y-MTDI/AAAAAAAAAJc/2JCFEVSYCtY/s400/As%2Brosas%2Bs%25C3%25A3o%2Beternas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Das mãos estendidas recolhi-te os dedos frios. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Entre as minhas mãos os tomei. No sopro dos meus lábios os aqueci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tocando-me o rosto floresceram em mil botões de rosas brancas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Como as asas  que os trouxeram, a iluminar a minha noite escura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-3599157519151617338?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/3599157519151617338/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=3599157519151617338&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/3599157519151617338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/3599157519151617338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2009/03/dedos-brancos.html' title='DEDOS BRANCOS'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/Sbbl8y-MTDI/AAAAAAAAAJc/2JCFEVSYCtY/s72-c/As%2Brosas%2Bs%25C3%25A3o%2Beternas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-2851823839994379620</id><published>2009-02-25T23:04:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:35:01.709Z</updated><title type='text'>GUARDIÃ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SaXQPtKFSLI/AAAAAAAAAIs/bItJJ6uDu04/s1600-h/011_soul_s_return_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306876704164497586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SaXQPtKFSLI/AAAAAAAAAIs/bItJJ6uDu04/s400/011_soul_s_return_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Um passo. Um curto passo. E basta abrir as asas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Guardiã do dia. Senhora da noite. Não pares de sonhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;É no teu sonho que acordo, me elevo, cresço e me perco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;De mim arranco e pele real da mágoa e da pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Contigo me cubro do brilho perfeito da água e do vento."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Sim, respondeu a Senhora, sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Abro contigo as minhas asas e voaremos juntas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Na noite sem lua, a caminho das estrelas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Voltaremos ao primeiro raio da manhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ao amanhã em que seremos fogo da mesma chama."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-2851823839994379620?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/2851823839994379620/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=2851823839994379620&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/2851823839994379620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/2851823839994379620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2009/02/guardia.html' title='GUARDIÃ'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SaXQPtKFSLI/AAAAAAAAAIs/bItJJ6uDu04/s72-c/011_soul_s_return_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-2716547768817048444</id><published>2009-02-19T23:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-19T23:23:11.226Z</updated><title type='text'>NAS ASAS DO SONHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SZ3pcbpYhTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qO6ecm-TrVs/s1600-h/pena_branca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304652610779252018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SZ3pcbpYhTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qO6ecm-TrVs/s400/pena_branca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Com as asas que o sonho me deu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-2716547768817048444?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/2716547768817048444/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=2716547768817048444&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/2716547768817048444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/2716547768817048444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2009/02/nas-asas-do-sonho.html' title='NAS ASAS DO SONHO'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SZ3pcbpYhTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qO6ecm-TrVs/s72-c/pena_branca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-1743944227342973714</id><published>2009-02-12T13:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:19:17.147Z</updated><title type='text'>A GRUTA DO LAGO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SZQh5CqHKAI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Be2BxtWINhg/s1600-h/lago+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301899925171677186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SZQh5CqHKAI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Be2BxtWINhg/s400/lago+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Segue-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Vou levar-te ao fundo de mim. Ao lugar onde me encontro comigo.Às janelas onde o passado se mostra. Às águas onde me renovo. À luz que dá energia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Subamos aquele carreiro entre árvores. Olha-as de perto. As folhas são pequenos cristais. Escuta com atenção, há uma melodia cristalina que só ouvirás se começares a abrir o coração ao mistério.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Repara que nos aproximamos da entrada de uma gruta, não temas, entra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dou-te a mão. Olha as rochas, vês os brilhos? aproxima-te...sim, iluminam o caminho...são como estrelas no céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Vamos descer agora, devagar. Demora o olhar a tua volta, as formas, a luz, os reflexos... até as sombras te servirão de memoria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Porque páras? É lindo eu sei! Sinto sempre o mesmo, quando o caminho se alarga e esta maravilhosa nave se abre, aos olhos subitamente encadeados, pela claridade das colunas, que sobem até se perderem de vista, no tecto de cristal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Aquela entrada na rocha, do outro lado, junto à parede das janelas, é por onde vamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não, não olhes para lá das janelas! Podes ver-te, e não sei se estás preparada. Um dia quem sabe, viremos para procurares respostas, hoje não! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Temos de passar com cuidado, esta passagem é estreita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pára agora, habitua os teus olhos à escuridão. Fixa-te na agua, vê como a cor luminosa se vai cambiando de azuis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Queres?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Despe-te. O corpo e o coração, nus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Entremos na agua...eu sei, está fria...mas repara como a sensação de frescura te invade sem te arrefecer, sente a leveza, deixa-te agora flutuar. Imagina que a água que te rodeia, lava o teu corpo, a tua mente, o teu coração e arrasta tudo o que tu não queres sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Vejo que sorris. Ah, vejo que começas a brilhar. Sentes a energia entrando em ti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Olha à volta para as margens...quantos olhos amorosos nos olham...quantas asas frementes nos dão as boas vindas, quantas mãos nos abençoam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sim, já entendeste!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Agora sabes o caminho, mas virei contigo, sempre que quiseres!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Um dia, também tu virás sózinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Até lá não olhes nunca pelas janelas do passado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-1743944227342973714?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/1743944227342973714/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=1743944227342973714&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/1743944227342973714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/1743944227342973714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2009/02/gruta-do-lago.html' title='A GRUTA DO LAGO'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SZQh5CqHKAI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Be2BxtWINhg/s72-c/lago+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-4008800629427935572</id><published>2009-02-06T11:44:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-06T12:25:39.422Z</updated><title type='text'>SONHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SYwjTwZupHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/MIPnJyD4CuY/s1600-h/fada+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299649683825534066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SYwjTwZupHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/MIPnJyD4CuY/s400/fada+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Veio o sol depois da chuva. A natureza brilha lavada. Lá no alto, por entre as copas o céu é muito azul, safira facetada a reflectir a luz intermitente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sinto os teus olhos em mim...estendo a mão e toco a tua mão... a pele macia e seca...os dedos longos e finos...a pressão leve com que dizes: sim estou aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sei que queres ir, aperto os teus dedos e segues-me, mão na mão, como duas crianças, confiantes e decididas. Hesitas um pouco, insisto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A pouco e pouco as árvores vão tornando-se maiores, os fetos já nos cobrem os ombros, as violetas, junto ao chão chegam-nos ao joelho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Olho-te pela primeira vez...sorris, olhando à volta, encantada. Com um gesto recomendo-te o silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Está mais escuro aqui em baixo, sentamo-nos sobre uma pedra, ainda mão na mão e esperamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Devagar pequenas sombras começam a mover-se e a rodear-nos, murmúrios que não entendes ouvem-se à nossa volta, som de asas, brilho de olhos...continuas a sorrir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Assim ficamos, mão na mão, rodeadas de seres que nunca viste, mas imaginaste sempre que existiam. Contam histórias para tu ouvires, cantam canções em línguas de outras eras, afagam-te os cabelos e a pele tão branca, sorriem para ti, dançam pequenos bailados aéreos e as suas gargalhadas cristalinas soam felizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O teu olhar encantado vira-se para mim...vais falar...coloco um dedo sobre os teus lábios...recebo um beijo...entendeste...vieste para ver o meu reino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sinto calor no rosto e luz, abro os olhos, é um raio de sol. Olho para o lado, continuas a dormir, a tua mão na minha, e sorris...quando acordares vais contar-me o teu sonho e nem sonharás que foi verdade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-4008800629427935572?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/4008800629427935572/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=4008800629427935572&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/4008800629427935572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/4008800629427935572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2009/02/sonho.html' title='SONHO'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SYwjTwZupHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/MIPnJyD4CuY/s72-c/fada+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-6043677241241179822</id><published>2009-01-31T22:28:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-02T13:14:05.223Z</updated><title type='text'>INSTRUMENTO CÓSMICO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SYbwwncpmaI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7zARvpYeyuk/s1600-h/poeira+cosmica+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298186729661503906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SYbwwncpmaI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7zARvpYeyuk/s400/poeira+cosmica+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Estendi a mão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;A luz brilhou num raio quente e delicado, tocando a palma, como se desenhasse palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Penetrando na pele, foi invadindo a carne, correndo no sangue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Senti-a chegar ao coração. Expandir-se. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Diluida e fluida deixei que me tomasse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Então era eu que brilhava, que irradiava, que iluminava as sombras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;O Poder e a Força, projectando-se em ondas de serenidade e cura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ajoelhei. A luz partiu. Fiquei só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Mais um ritual se cumprira. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;E de mim restava apenas um coração latejante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-6043677241241179822?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/6043677241241179822/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Gina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt; passou para mim o encanto que caiu no blog dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ao aceitar devo passá-lo a 5 visitantes deste meu castelo de núvens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Para cumprir este encantamento tenho de: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ir ao livro de magias mais à mão, sem procurar aquele de que mais gosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Escolher a página 161 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Procurar a 5ª frase completa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Escrevê-la neste velho pergaminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Sempre que meu pai evocava Omar afagando os cabelos perfumados da sua adorada, a minha mãe enrubescia"&lt;/span&gt; - Samarcanda de Amin Maalouf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Porque este é um poderoso feitiço, para alcançar a sabedoria e a luz, deixo-o disponível para quem procura estas duas bençãos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Que quem vem, leve e cumpra, para que se cumpram os desígnios de uma encantada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-3095511514659945114?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/3095511514659945114/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=3095511514659945114&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/3095511514659945114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/3095511514659945114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2009/01/gina-passou-para-mim-o-encanto-que-caiu.html' title=''/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SYQ8toT5UkI/AAAAAAAAAHU/QvICFB29rBw/s72-c/spell-book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-7882083575215536370</id><published>2009-01-28T13:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-28T14:23:48.995Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SYBkKwaP21I/AAAAAAAAAHM/XHtbH7b4SCQ/s1600-h/gota.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296343297744165714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SYBkKwaP21I/AAAAAAAAAHM/XHtbH7b4SCQ/s400/gota.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Suspensa no ar se eternizou a essencia da gota que caiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Assim ficam pairando as palavras, depois de ditas, nas memorias de quem as ouve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Cuidado pois, que as palavras sao punhais, quando as dizemos sem pensar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-7882083575215536370?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SYBkKwaP21I/AAAAAAAAAHM/XHtbH7b4SCQ/s72-c/gota.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-395201523445129886</id><published>2009-01-26T15:54:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:53:08.757Z</updated><title type='text'>ENTRE O CEU E A TERRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SX3do0w_eII/AAAAAAAAAHE/bUuA1k5FcmA/s1600-h/flor+de+estrelas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295632430286207106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SX3do0w_eII/AAAAAAAAAHE/bUuA1k5FcmA/s400/flor+de+estrelas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nascem-me asas de borboleta, que as fadas escolhem as asas com que voam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dos verdes e azuis alagados apetece-me fugir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escolho a noite misteriosa, procuro as estrelas mais distantes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As vermelhas, as que morrendo, vão criar novos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;brilhos&lt;/span&gt; no céu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escolho um rumo, bato as asas num impulso e parto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por mim passam, num afago, sombras que não conheço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roçam as minhas asas, toques leves, como palavras murmuradas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não paro, não quero ouvir, quero estar só.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somente eu e as cores rodopiantes do Universo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em espiral, num crescendo fulgurante, abre-se um caminho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Degraus de fumo, desfazendo-se à medida que subo, em voo lento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há uma brisa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;melódica&lt;/span&gt; que me chama, um acenar de mãos imprecisas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não olho para trás, sei que lá longe, o meu corpo jaz na terra iluminada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em frente, um outro mundo, um arco-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;íris&lt;/span&gt; de olhos brilhantes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto o convite, como quem ouve chamar por si.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É aí que paro, não quero ir além do conhecido, não agora, não ainda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Serenamente pairo, até sentir-me impregnada pelo mistério.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então regresso, sem pressa, trazendo comigo a cor, a luz e o brilho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que aqui onde me encontro é que quero estar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aqui onde estou é que sou cor, sou luz e sou brilho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-395201523445129886?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/395201523445129886/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=395201523445129886&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/395201523445129886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/395201523445129886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2009/01/entre-o-cu-e-terra.html' title='ENTRE O CEU E A TERRA'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SX3do0w_eII/AAAAAAAAAHE/bUuA1k5FcmA/s72-c/flor+de+estrelas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-8635018974725960842</id><published>2009-01-24T22:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-24T23:03:00.146Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SXucANmDqXI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ouqsGyLmhIU/s1600-h/marta+bucher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294997314367367538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SXucANmDqXI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ouqsGyLmhIU/s400/marta+bucher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Procurei-te na saudade que senti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Serenamente abri o cofre de ébano onde guardei as mágoas que  deixaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lá dentro repousava uma flor de seda e cristal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E da luz que emanava tirei o sono que hoje dormirei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sem sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sem desejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Amachucando na mão crispada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Uma pétala que me roubei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-8635018974725960842?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/8635018974725960842/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=8635018974725960842&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/8635018974725960842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/8635018974725960842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2009/01/procurei-te-na-saudade-que-senti.html' title=''/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SXucANmDqXI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ouqsGyLmhIU/s72-c/marta+bucher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-3391296540934655002</id><published>2009-01-14T21:53:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:35:03.792Z</updated><title type='text'>SONHA COMIGO</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/cesillia/photo/jANaBAgJW-/"&gt;&lt;img title="click to comment" alt="click to comment" src="http://media.imeem.com/p/jANaBAgJW-.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Caminho, divagando entre sombras e luzes difusas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sei que a qualquer momento se definirá, aos meus pés, o trilho que procuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Nem um som se faz ouvir.Nem a urgência se faz sentir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Encontro as águas escuras e rasas, que a chuva deixou na taça das rochas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Nos côncavos de pedra busco as velas sagradas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Dos olhos, que o negrume aprisionou, cai-me o olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Da boca, vermelha de sangue que mordi, rasga-se o sopro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Das mãos, o calor solta-se em chama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Uma a uma, as velas acendem-se, e uma a uma as coloco na taça negra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sinto que à minha volta as luzes se multiplicam, enchem o ar, rompem o silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Solto o grito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;O teu nome ressoa de pedra em pedra, de árvore em árvore, numa onda de som.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Fecho os olhos, pressinto-te o estremecer, sei que cheguei lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;As velas ardem até romper a madrugada e eu ardo com elas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Quando o sol se adivinha, mergulho as mãos na água gelada e lavo o rosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Guardo as luzes, cubro-me e parto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;De manhã vais acordar sem saber porque sonhaste comigo, toda a noite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-3391296540934655002?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/3391296540934655002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=3391296540934655002&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/3391296540934655002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/3391296540934655002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2009/01/sonha-comigo.html' title='SONHA COMIGO'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-2084268994564109248</id><published>2009-01-05T22:21:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:54:57.451Z</updated><title type='text'>IMPONDERÁVEL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SWKIa9nz4kI/AAAAAAAAAGk/oqHf1R371U8/s1600-h/fairy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287938909285900866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SWKIa9nz4kI/AAAAAAAAAGk/oqHf1R371U8/s400/fairy+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Quando a noite cai suavemente, no esmorecer lento da luz, é que eu me encontro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;É que eu me perco de mim e me transformo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Da translucida carne se evola a alma, no corpo transparente só bate o coração e as asas diáfanas desenrolam-se lânguidas como ondas, na praia deserta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;E durmo. E vejo-me jazente. E parto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Então vagueio pela cidade atrás de ti. Procuro-te, seguindo o teu rasto, feito do odor que ninguém sente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Sempre te encontro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Pairo sobre ti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Sim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Esse arrepio que sentes, sou eu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Esse afago que te faz sorrir de repente, sou eu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Essa saudade que te nasce nem sabes de onde, sou eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;E vejo como abres as mãos...como olhas à volta...como deixas de escutar as conversas...como te calas...como de repente te apetece fugir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Abro as asas... e rodeio o teu corpo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Vejo que sobre ti desce uma paz que não entendes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Devagar cubro-te mansamente...separo-te ...afasto-te... isolo-te...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Coloco na tua mente a imagem de bem estar que tu recordas, faço-te ouvir o mar, deixo-te na pele o afago dos óleos relaxantes...divagas...e eu estou lá. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Tu não sabes, mas todas as noites te sigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Tu não sabes, mas todas as noites te roubo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Tu não sabes, mas todas as noites te tenho! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-2084268994564109248?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/2084268994564109248/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=2084268994564109248&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/2084268994564109248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/2084268994564109248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2009/01/impondervel.html' title='IMPONDERÁVEL'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SWKIa9nz4kI/AAAAAAAAAGk/oqHf1R371U8/s72-c/fairy+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-3062999099525837123</id><published>2009-01-02T23:19:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:37:24.804Z</updated><title type='text'>FEITIÇO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SV6isuKes5I/AAAAAAAAAGc/A8qPcNvo6mE/s1600-h/Bruxa_na_balsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286841901769470866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SV6isuKes5I/AAAAAAAAAGc/A8qPcNvo6mE/s400/Bruxa_na_balsa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ergui as mãos, e gritei teu nome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Arabescos entrelaçaram os meus cabelos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Simbolos esquecidos bailaram-me nos olhos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Na neblina que se acendeu vi o teu rosto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Conheci-te o corpo, notei-te o sorriso, percebi-te a vinda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Agora sei que feitiço te prende.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Basta-me erguer as mãos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;E gritar o teu nome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-3062999099525837123?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/3062999099525837123/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=3062999099525837123&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/3062999099525837123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/3062999099525837123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2009/01/feitio.html' title='FEITIÇO'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SV6isuKes5I/AAAAAAAAAGc/A8qPcNvo6mE/s72-c/Bruxa_na_balsa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-2676102292012043699</id><published>2008-12-27T20:03:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-27T20:52:11.246Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SVaKZLLdZAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FXHttBuCXy0/s1600-h/morgana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284563377868071938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SVaKZLLdZAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FXHttBuCXy0/s400/morgana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Das águas tranquilas e correntes. Emergindo do lodo para o sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Nas mãos mentirosas. Os rabiscos roubados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Nas palavras intermitentes. Os regressos anunciados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;E as minhas mãos limpas a falar verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-2676102292012043699?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/2676102292012043699/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=2676102292012043699&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/2676102292012043699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/2676102292012043699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2008/12/das-guas-tranquilas-e-correntes.html' title=''/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SVaKZLLdZAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FXHttBuCXy0/s72-c/morgana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-6055915358761235350</id><published>2008-12-14T21:32:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:53:00.615Z</updated><title type='text'>NOITE DE LUA CHEIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SUV-6YVaL0I/AAAAAAAAAGM/9y7tzTGWdlw/s1600-h/fadas+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279765679591534402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SUV-6YVaL0I/AAAAAAAAAGM/9y7tzTGWdlw/s400/fadas+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Quando só a Lua ilumina o caminho, rumamos ao alto do monte, através da floresta de árvores vivas, que murmuram à nossa passagem, num canto baixo e lento, o primeiro encantamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;As vestes escuras confundem-se com as sombras e quando a Lua rompe a folhagem, brilham apenas rostos e mãos, muito brancos, e as flores que apertamos ao peito têm o vermelho do sangue coalhado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Um circulo de pedras nos aguarda, como a nave de uma imensa catedral em ruínas. No meio uma fogueira com aromas de sândalo e canela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Inesperadamente e a uma só voz começam os cânticos, monocórdicos, roucos, encantatórios, enquanto uma dança milenar, que não sabemos como, nos toma o corpo e nos leva de rodopio em rodopio, até ao extase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;As vozes afinam-se, e os pés mal tocam no chão. Caem os mantos, espalham-se as flores e a Lua ilumina os corpos nus. Braços ao alto, mãos erguidas, rostos dando-se à luz, olhos afogados em visões de outras eras, bocas entreabertas gritando palavras que só o nosso coração conhece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Depois, a musica soprada pela brisa espalha-se de manso, os cantos vão cessando lentamente, as mãos procuram-se, os corpos encontram-se, as bocas unem-se e, sobre o chão sagrado, atapetado de pétalas desfeitas, o murmúrio das carícias enche o tempo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;A Lua fica mais alta, mais distante. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Pouco a pouco, os corpos saciados, erguem-se brilhantes, recobre-se a nudez languidamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;A madrugada vai espalhando a claridade cinzenta, voltam a soar os cantos, de mãos dadas na penumbra e através do brilho prateado da floresta, refaz-se o trilho de regresso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Em noites de Lua cheia... nós as mulheres mágicas, Senhoras do sonho e do prazer, sabemos encontrar o rasto do Amor, que nunca morre, porque se renova em cada uma de nós, peregrinas do Caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-6055915358761235350?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/6055915358761235350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=6055915358761235350&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/6055915358761235350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/6055915358761235350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2008/12/noite-de-lua-cheia.html' title='NOITE DE LUA CHEIA'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SUV-6YVaL0I/AAAAAAAAAGM/9y7tzTGWdlw/s72-c/fadas+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-1810606789710921340</id><published>2008-12-11T22:50:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:14:47.808Z</updated><title type='text'>POR TI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SUGZme4AalI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Qxsu6-Y_paw/s1600-h/drop-water13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278669124656982610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 396px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SUGZme4AalI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Qxsu6-Y_paw/s400/drop-water13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Que me despiste a graça de todas as cores da Primavera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Despojaste o meu corpo das cores quentes do Verão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;E me cobriste com a tristeza cinzenta do Outono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Visto hoje um longo manto de neve imaculada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Cristais de gelo me enfeitam os cabelos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ao peito aperto os dedos brancos e frios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;E vagueio assim pela imensidão azul do nada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Como uma rainha sem trono e sem reino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;E o que sei das tuas mãos quentes e doces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Arde-me nos olhos a derreter o choro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-1810606789710921340?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/1810606789710921340/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=1810606789710921340&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/1810606789710921340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/1810606789710921340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2008/12/por-ti.html' title='POR TI'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SUGZme4AalI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Qxsu6-Y_paw/s72-c/drop-water13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-9163366208240149856</id><published>2008-11-28T18:46:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-28T19:01:51.199Z</updated><title type='text'>BLUE ICE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/STA8uDPZTTI/AAAAAAAAAF8/BnL4wCxwLEw/s1600-h/i-am-blue-1280x1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273781925492378930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/STA8uDPZTTI/AAAAAAAAAF8/BnL4wCxwLEw/s400/i-am-blue-1280x1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Queria a musica que ouviamos juntas, queria poder ouvi-la, senti-la de novo, mas não posso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;A musica é uma chicotada na verdade que eu gostava que tivesse sido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Cada som da melodia é golpe de navalha, e o ritmo bate-me nas veias até à dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Por isso o silêncio me rodeia e só o silêncio me acalma e me dá à alma o gelo de não lembrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Onde estás tu? Por onde andas? Adivinho que estás triste e sei que não és feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Sei, desse saber feito de te conhecer, dessa certeza do teu caminho dificil, da tua escolha obcecada, do teu querer não querer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;E fico triste também e também sou infeliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Vi-te chorar e não chorei. Todas as minhas lagrimas se esgotaram nas tuas mentiras, mas as tuas doem-me mais ainda por sabê-las verdadeiras, por não poder bebê-las e matar a sede que tenho de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Nesta hora, na pausa da raiva, estendo as minhas asas que esfarrapaste, e tento chegar a ti com o calor de um adejo que te diga: apesar de tudo não estás sozinha, apesar de tudo, mesmo que não saibas, eu continuo aqui, onde sempre estive à tua espera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-9163366208240149856?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/9163366208240149856/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=9163366208240149856&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/9163366208240149856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/9163366208240149856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2008/11/blue.html' title='BLUE ICE'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/STA8uDPZTTI/AAAAAAAAAF8/BnL4wCxwLEw/s72-c/i-am-blue-1280x1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-5078283676784373078</id><published>2008-11-22T14:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-22T14:16:32.523Z</updated><title type='text'>A MEU LADO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SSgQRlsEj4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/9n0Q4lb6OmU/s1600-h/solidao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271481258197946242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 447px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 367px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SSgQRlsEj4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/9n0Q4lb6OmU/s400/solidao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sei que estás a meu lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;O calor do teu corpo rompe a frigidez do ar que me rodeia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;A tua voz chega-me nas palavras veladas do desconsolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;O meu olhar encontra-te nas sombras que recortam o teu corpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sei que estás a meu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Estendo as mãos ansiosas e nada encontro em que tocar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Abro o coração e nenhum gesto resta a embalar o meu sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Atentamente escuto e a tempestade é o eco de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sei que estás ao meu lado... E sei que te perdi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-5078283676784373078?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/5078283676784373078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=5078283676784373078&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/5078283676784373078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/5078283676784373078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2008/11/meu-lado.html' title='A MEU LADO'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SSgQRlsEj4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/9n0Q4lb6OmU/s72-c/solidao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-9089428004075212918</id><published>2008-11-12T23:00:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:19:38.214Z</updated><title type='text'>PARA TI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SRtgJTTS8_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/RP3DLBJWJ6o/s1600-h/teia15090%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267909902056223730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SRtgJTTS8_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/RP3DLBJWJ6o/s400/teia15090%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Com as palavras a construi e com as mãos a fui tecendo. Com fios de seda  das cores do arco íris a fiz bela. Não era um laço, não a criei pra te prender. Era um colar de Deusa que te dava julgando dar-te um tesouro feito de mim. Com a soberba de uma mariposa a usaste. Com o desprezo de uma fénix a queimaste. Ficou-me tatuada dentro da carne, a sangue e fogo. E por não se ver ninguém a sabe e tu já a esqueceste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-9089428004075212918?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/9089428004075212918/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=9089428004075212918&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/9089428004075212918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/9089428004075212918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2008/11/para-ti.html' title='PARA TI'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SRtgJTTS8_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/RP3DLBJWJ6o/s72-c/teia15090%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-4537237167496278894</id><published>2008-11-10T21:43:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:56:22.906Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SRirSXwiokI/AAAAAAAAAFk/PqvdAws8V2M/s1600-h/olho_vermelho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 407px; height: 378px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SRirSXwiokI/AAAAAAAAAFk/PqvdAws8V2M/s400/olho_vermelho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267148096313401922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não é o meu olhar encantado que arde na chama viva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não são os meus olhos imortais que a cinza fará chorar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Serão as tuas lágrimas de orgulho que apagarão o fogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Serão os teus olhos cegos que o mundo verá vazios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nessa hora, as minhas asas cansadas estarão prontas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A voar sobre os teus restos amortalhados em nostalgia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-4537237167496278894?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/4537237167496278894/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=4537237167496278894&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/4537237167496278894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/4537237167496278894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-o-meu-olhar-encantado-que-arde-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SRirSXwiokI/AAAAAAAAAFk/PqvdAws8V2M/s72-c/olho_vermelho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-8952382634549999915</id><published>2008-11-07T22:58:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-07T23:15:14.418Z</updated><title type='text'>RESTEA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SRTIXU8c-hI/AAAAAAAAAFc/9W0yLaUjg0I/s1600-h/nuvens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 443px; height: 365px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SRTIXU8c-hI/AAAAAAAAAFc/9W0yLaUjg0I/s400/nuvens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266054167387765266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Há uma réstea de céu azul por entre as nuvens negras que me atormentam, uma nesga de esperança abençoada, um quase nada de certeza nesta angústia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não, não é beleza, não é regresso, não é consolo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;É oração escondida no fundo do coração. É mão erguida ao céu em agonia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um dia o céu vai amanhecer azul e luminoso, as nuvens vão ser brancas e leves, a luz vai invadir o meu quarto, o sol vai beijar sem medo o meu corpo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Então eu saberei que o teu sonho passou ao meu lado e não ficou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Poderei abrir as mãos cerradas e receber o toque das quimeras, descerrar os olhos e ver todas as faces, que hoje têm sempre o teu perfil, molhar nos lábios um sorriso terno e doce e dizer a quem passa que estive morta...e não morri!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Até lá...cada dia é a violência de viver que me consome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-8952382634549999915?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/8952382634549999915/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=8952382634549999915&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/8952382634549999915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/8952382634549999915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2008/11/restea.html' title='RESTEA'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SRTIXU8c-hI/AAAAAAAAAFc/9W0yLaUjg0I/s72-c/nuvens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-718143136893565311</id><published>2008-11-02T21:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-02T22:08:27.392Z</updated><title type='text'>UM RUMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SQ4fxIMgkAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/D7x9TToLH6w/s1600-h/raven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 446px; height: 342px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SQ4fxIMgkAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/D7x9TToLH6w/s400/raven.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264179943316688898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sei das canções que o vento canta no longe das manhãs que conheci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Das noites poderosas relembro o sussurro breve dos teus lábios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No meu corpo grita-se hoje um lusco-fusco de prazeres adiados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas este rio já não tem margens nem a minha alma tem fronteiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Na barca cega destes dias embrulho-me no xaile do tempo e parto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Já não procuro saber para onde vou e sigo inerte o rumo da corrente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Há no horizonte  tanto  dia por nascer  e o sol recusa-se a surgir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; E nesta eterna madrugada já a minha voz se cansou de chamar por ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-718143136893565311?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/718143136893565311/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=718143136893565311&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/718143136893565311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/718143136893565311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2008/11/um-rumo.html' title='UM RUMO'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SQ4fxIMgkAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/D7x9TToLH6w/s72-c/raven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-8397556117901150634</id><published>2008-10-31T01:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-31T01:47:42.313Z</updated><title type='text'>ESPERO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SQpg2w0D0cI/AAAAAAAAAFE/mEEIXWPbv9Y/s1600-h/morgan5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263125608468304322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 483px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SQpg2w0D0cI/AAAAAAAAAFE/mEEIXWPbv9Y/s400/morgan5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Teço com os dedos gelados um manto de seda para te cobrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Das cores que o meu coração veste por ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sei de cor os pontos com que a agulha borda o teu nome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;E deixo-te uma gota de sangue em cada um.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Será um dia a mortalha do que sinto e arde e dói em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Como os olhos cegos de te procurar no horizonte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-8397556117901150634?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/8397556117901150634/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=8397556117901150634&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/8397556117901150634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/8397556117901150634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2008/10/espero.html' title='ESPERO'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SQpg2w0D0cI/AAAAAAAAAFE/mEEIXWPbv9Y/s72-c/morgan5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-2289699517924841342</id><published>2008-10-24T18:52:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T19:23:00.647+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ESTOU AQUI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SQIMCsPKE4I/AAAAAAAAAE8/la3DsyNXa8g/s1600-h/morgana+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SQIMCsPKE4I/AAAAAAAAAE8/la3DsyNXa8g/s400/morgana+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260780555096167298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sei que estás em mim porque todo o meu corpo está tatuado dos teus gestos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sei que estás em mim  porque uma rosa de sangue continua  na minha mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sei que estás em mim porque dos meus olhos ainda escorrem  lágrimas negras!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Quem dera te esquecesse e não passasses de uma memória suportável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Quem dera este desejo de te ter nas minhas mãos fosse apenas medo do vazio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Quem dera as lágrimas que choro não passassem de reflexo de estar só!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Mas sei que é por ti que choro, e  que é por ti que espero desesperada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Mas sei que que mil vidas que viver te lembrarei, mesmo que sejas mentira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Mas sei que nesta hora  não há vinho , não há sono, que te afaste de mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Não digas mais nada, cala, esquece, foge, deixa que te perca de vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Não faças da ausência que quiseste uma razão que desconheces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Não teimes em me prender em laços escusos...não estares aqui é o bastante!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-2289699517924841342?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/2289699517924841342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=2289699517924841342&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/2289699517924841342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/2289699517924841342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2008/10/estou-aqui.html' title='ESTOU AQUI'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SQIMCsPKE4I/AAAAAAAAAE8/la3DsyNXa8g/s72-c/morgana+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-1406443994045740355</id><published>2008-10-19T18:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T18:49:04.408+01:00</updated><title type='text'>RESTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SPtwUp4dBhI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HlZvV0rbptE/s1600-h/bruxa%2520fogueira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258920490027517458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 434px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="355" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SPtwUp4dBhI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HlZvV0rbptE/s400/bruxa%2520fogueira.jpg" width="328" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Deixaste&lt;/span&gt; uns restos...coisas poucas...lembranças descarnadas... ideias soltas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Com ela fiz um fogo que quero lento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Quero-o bem lento sob o caldeirão das esperanças...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Enchi-o dos meus restos que não levaste... um olhar louco... mãos vazias... coisas mortas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Despi as minhas vestes de princesa, que as tuas mãos teceram para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Vesti-me de fumaça e solidão... de sombras que deixaste pelos cantos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Descalça olho sem ver ... o futuro... o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;desígnio&lt;/span&gt; ... o saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Que me amortalhaste em vida com o engano de te teres enganado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-1406443994045740355?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/1406443994045740355/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=1406443994045740355&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/1406443994045740355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/1406443994045740355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2008/10/restos.html' title='RESTOS'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SPtwUp4dBhI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HlZvV0rbptE/s72-c/bruxa%2520fogueira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-3466184929563810066</id><published>2008-10-18T15:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T15:44:50.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'>LOBA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SPn0TBoyJlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kZdQqMUIL9k/s1600-h/Imagem4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258502647625950802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SPn0TBoyJlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kZdQqMUIL9k/s400/Imagem4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SPnzyole3mI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tB-O9xo-DmI/s1600-h/bruxa%2520fogueira.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Em noites de lua cheira quando os uivos ecoam na floresta prateada...sou eu...loba de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sou eu que me devoro lentamente em lembranças de outras eras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;E eu que me lamento de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;E me digo em altos uivos o que o sol me impede de dizer durante o dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Por ti ergo o grito que me revela e amedronta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Por ti me arrasto de colina em colina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;E a lua por testemunha chora comigo até ser manhã... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-3466184929563810066?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/3466184929563810066/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=3466184929563810066&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/3466184929563810066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/3466184929563810066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2008/10/loba.html' title='LOBA'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SPn0TBoyJlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kZdQqMUIL9k/s72-c/Imagem4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-585826219911090277</id><published>2008-10-14T20:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:08:41.230+01:00</updated><title type='text'>DESERTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SPT5Fdo9-0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/bPo_yvXGpX8/s1600-h/Deserto_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SPT5Fdo9-0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/bPo_yvXGpX8/s400/Deserto_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257100537299336002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Secaram os rios dentro de mim, a fonte das lágrimas secou também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Neste deserto de estar viva, é miragem a frescura de estar bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Ao colo te levei pelos caminhos dolorosos, e nos  lábios os meus beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Eram as gotas de água que que não tinha para te dar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;As minhas velhas mãos eram a sombra que os teus olhos ansiavam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;E nos meus braços enterravas as mágoas que ninguém queria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Hoje... Os teus rios correm cheios do mel que te oferecem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;E de braços abertos acolhes o oásis onde te levam a beber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Da água cristalina que eu não soube encontrar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-585826219911090277?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/585826219911090277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=585826219911090277&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/585826219911090277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/585826219911090277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2008/10/deserto.html' title='DESERTO'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SPT5Fdo9-0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/bPo_yvXGpX8/s72-c/Deserto_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-815221843021689099</id><published>2008-10-12T19:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:01:23.489+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MISTICAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SPOMZbgl7YI/AAAAAAAAAEM/mR3-Txd5Uak/s1600-h/fotos+minhas+hoje+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256699558580579714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SPOMZbgl7YI/AAAAAAAAAEM/mR3-Txd5Uak/s400/fotos+minhas+hoje+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SPJNUvkEnOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/MKj4YNSbhmw/s1600-h/fotos+minhas+hoje+029-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Rosas misticas me sobraram das tuas mãos de cera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Rosas brancas que guardei e o tempo amareleceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Quando voltares, uma rosa branca entre os teus dedos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Dirá que não esqueceste o jardim que já foi nosso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-815221843021689099?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/815221843021689099/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=815221843021689099&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/815221843021689099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/815221843021689099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2008/10/misticas.html' title='MISTICAS'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SPOMZbgl7YI/AAAAAAAAAEM/mR3-Txd5Uak/s72-c/fotos+minhas+hoje+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-3345117216860401829</id><published>2008-10-06T17:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T17:53:28.901+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O PARQUE DAS FADAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SOo8Y16Qk2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/XlKqKt2hKGg/s1600-h/arvore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254078312767066978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SOo8Y16Qk2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/XlKqKt2hKGg/s400/arvore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Nestas raízes centenárias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Sei o que escondi sem tu saberes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Sei do teu sorriso atormentado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Sei do meu olhar que eu quis cego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Nessas raízes centenárias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Enterrei a minha alma aflita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Enterrei o meu choro de medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Enterrei o teu medo de chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Nestas raízes centenárias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Espero esquecer o que tu foste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Espero a lembrança de ter sido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Espero o resgate da tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-3345117216860401829?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/3345117216860401829/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=3345117216860401829&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/3345117216860401829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/3345117216860401829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-parque-das-fadas.html' title='O PARQUE DAS FADAS'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SOo8Y16Qk2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/XlKqKt2hKGg/s72-c/arvore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-4906889232089707528</id><published>2008-10-03T10:13:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:22:19.151+01:00</updated><title type='text'>JUNTO AO LAGO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SOXn7UXTmmI/AAAAAAAAADs/yjriVhLGJXI/s1600-h/HPIM1683-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SOXn7UXTmmI/AAAAAAAAADs/yjriVhLGJXI/s400/HPIM1683-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252859546662312546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Levava-te pela mão, criança louca, pelos recantos mais secretos do meu reino. Mostrei-te onde nascia o rio da ternura, dei-te a beber da água pura do carinho, no lago do amor lavei-te o rosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Pelo teu corpo espalhei essência de violetas que eu própria macerei. As minhas mãos na tua pele foram asas de borboleta.&lt;br /&gt;Na tua boca pinguei gotas de vinho de cerejas que colhi para te agradar. Por ti se fizeram doces as laranjas e as flores desabrochavam sob os nossos passos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Rainha, dei-te o meu reino por um sorriso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hoje olho a minha mão vazia. Chamo por ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E é a  sombra de fantasmas que me toca... e  grita o meu nome em gargalhadas&lt;br /&gt;Junto ao lago onde te perdi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-4906889232089707528?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/4906889232089707528/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=4906889232089707528&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/4906889232089707528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/4906889232089707528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2008/10/junto-ao-lago.html' title='JUNTO AO LAGO'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SOXn7UXTmmI/AAAAAAAAADs/yjriVhLGJXI/s72-c/HPIM1683-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-1297674197130076000</id><published>2008-10-02T00:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T00:39:52.537+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PORQUE NÃO?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SOQGVM9ZU3I/AAAAAAAAADk/aZX33O9dgZ4/s1600-h/anjo+negro+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SOQGVM9ZU3I/AAAAAAAAADk/aZX33O9dgZ4/s400/anjo+negro+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252330026746598258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Virar as costas à vida. Esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fitar nas águas frias os olhos baços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acreditar na verdade da mentira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;E sorrir para mim assim quieta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tão fácil fingir que ainda aí estás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que sou eu que distraída não te vejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ouvir mesmo  os teus passos a chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;E os teus braços enlaçar-me como dantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Porque não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se as minhas asas brancas se perderam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;E não voo já nos nossos sonhos!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-1297674197130076000?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/1297674197130076000/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=1297674197130076000&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/1297674197130076000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/1297674197130076000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2008/10/porque-no.html' title='PORQUE NÃO?'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SOQGVM9ZU3I/AAAAAAAAADk/aZX33O9dgZ4/s72-c/anjo+negro+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-286756716429138002</id><published>2008-09-30T13:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T14:23:06.404+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ESPELHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SOIiEwGSDHI/AAAAAAAAADc/9vmJ-klOPRo/s1600-h/bruxa+no+espelho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 489px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SOIiEwGSDHI/AAAAAAAAADc/9vmJ-klOPRo/s400/bruxa+no+espelho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251797580493491314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Olho-me ao espelho e não me encontro.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que me perdi de mim na noite escura.&lt;br /&gt;Nas mãos seguro um ramo de flores mortas&lt;br /&gt;E aos pés um rio de sangue é o meu rasto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-286756716429138002?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/286756716429138002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=286756716429138002&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/286756716429138002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/286756716429138002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_30.html' title='ESPELHO'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SOIiEwGSDHI/AAAAAAAAADc/9vmJ-klOPRo/s72-c/bruxa+no+espelho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-3058876860470726950</id><published>2008-09-28T17:24:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T18:09:45.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'>AS ASAS QUE ME DESTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SN-wmtlxh6I/AAAAAAAAADE/AWwXn2JPGd8/s1600-h/asas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SN-wmtlxh6I/AAAAAAAAADE/AWwXn2JPGd8/s400/asas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251109869656836002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;As asas que eu tinha, eram para corre para ti quando choravas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hoje jazem pelo chão,já não precisas delas para te consolar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;E eu que voei perdidamente entre o teu desejo e o meu querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sou hoje um molhe abandonado num porto que já não é abrigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-3058876860470726950?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/3058876860470726950/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=3058876860470726950&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/3058876860470726950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/3058876860470726950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2008/09/as-asas-que-me-deste.html' title='AS ASAS QUE ME DESTE'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SN-wmtlxh6I/AAAAAAAAADE/AWwXn2JPGd8/s72-c/asas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-4265877089709452610</id><published>2008-09-27T20:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:03:35.239+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ASAS VELHAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SN6MhKpcTCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LjF8oiAxhlA/s1600-h/anjo+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 429px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SN6MhKpcTCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LjF8oiAxhlA/s400/anjo+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250788716982324258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As minhas asas velhas já  não me sustentam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sinto que se soltam mais e mais de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Repousam-me apenas junto ao corpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nasceram pela magia do teu olhar que me queria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pena a pena se formaram para  chegar a ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Caem agora do horror de te perder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adormeci. Finalmente. E não sonhei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se já nem acordada sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que não é verdade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-4265877089709452610?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/4265877089709452610/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=4265877089709452610&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/4265877089709452610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/4265877089709452610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2008/09/asas-velhas.html' title='ASAS VELHAS'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SN6MhKpcTCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LjF8oiAxhlA/s72-c/anjo+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-2228851031643159019</id><published>2008-09-26T17:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T17:31:19.944+01:00</updated><title type='text'>RODA DE FADAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SN0H3JPcTWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ERP1TsWiPQQ/s1600-h/fadas+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250361384538754402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 478px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 386px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="305" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SN0H3JPcTWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ERP1TsWiPQQ/s400/fadas+3.jpg" width="478" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;A noite cai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aproveitemos o pôr-do-sol, que no escuro já só brilham as nossas penas desvanescidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Venham irmãs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que as nossas mãos se juntem, e dancemos até amanhecer, o feitiço de esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tu Dor, agarra a minha mão esquerda, a do coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tu Amor, à minha mão direita, a da dádiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tu Desespera junta-te à Dor, a Ilusão se juntará ao Amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tu Sonho une a Ilusão e o Desespero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Assim unidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Formaremos o anel mágico da Vida que flui em agonia sob a mancha das estrelas acendidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Venham irmãs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-2228851031643159019?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/2228851031643159019/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=2228851031643159019&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/2228851031643159019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/2228851031643159019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2008/09/roda-de-fadas.html' title='RODA DE FADAS'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SN0H3JPcTWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ERP1TsWiPQQ/s72-c/fadas+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-2575597589045040383</id><published>2008-09-25T16:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T17:14:19.341+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NAS TUAS MÃOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249983944600655682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 382px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 455px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="400" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SNuwlP5tF0I/AAAAAAAAACs/vmBqtisP--M/s400/fada+morgana.bmp" width="382" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nas tuas mãos deixei o meu toque de cristal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;O brilho que as cobre dei-to eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;É o legado que te faço do meu dom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Que jamais alguém há-de apagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Todas as mãos que agora tocares &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Vão sentir o frio da dor que me deixaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;É a tua herança eterna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nesta e em cada vida que virá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-2575597589045040383?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/2575597589045040383/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=2575597589045040383&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/2575597589045040383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/2575597589045040383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2008/09/nas-tuas-mos.html' title='NAS TUAS MÃOS'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SNuwlP5tF0I/AAAAAAAAACs/vmBqtisP--M/s72-c/fada+morgana.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-5507572663600203350</id><published>2008-09-23T13:02:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:01:10.191+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E  DA MUSICA SE FEZ AUSÊNCIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SNjbWZ1nkqI/AAAAAAAAACk/D4IOXQMmS4s/s1600-h/FADA+A+TOCAR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249186543639696034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SNjbWZ1nkqI/AAAAAAAAACk/D4IOXQMmS4s/s400/FADA+A+TOCAR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Perdi-me de amores por ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Julguei as tuas asas de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;borboleta&lt;/span&gt; como as minhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;E os voos que fizemos juntas pareciam levar-nos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bailando &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;etéreas&lt;/span&gt; o mesmo caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pra ti toquei encantadoras melodias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Na minha harpa de teias de aranhas sábias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;E doces canções magicas te embalaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;O sono no sonho que querias nosso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não sabia que as borboletas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;São asas sem poiso certo, nem flor favorita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;E quando parecem ainda voar connosco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Estão já de partida pra outro sonho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Por isso vesti-me de negro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Calei a voz dormente e a harpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;inútil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Se passares por aqui outra vez, pedirei à noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Que esconda o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;s meus olhos dos teus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-5507572663600203350?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/5507572663600203350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=5507572663600203350&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/5507572663600203350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/5507572663600203350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2008/09/e-da-musica-se-fez-ausncia.html' title='E  DA MUSICA SE FEZ AUSÊNCIA'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SNjbWZ1nkqI/AAAAAAAAACk/D4IOXQMmS4s/s72-c/FADA+A+TOCAR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-2179862099436877004</id><published>2008-09-18T13:45:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T13:17:47.117+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SONHEI CONTIGO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SNOT-1ynv-I/AAAAAAAAACc/MNiBfxR7uXM/s1600-h/fada155recadosonline[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247700698617331682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SNOT-1ynv-I/AAAAAAAAACc/MNiBfxR7uXM/s400/fada155recadosonline%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Esta noite sonhei contigo. Sonhei...ou talvez acordada te fiz uma visita!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Deixei que o meu coração chorasse e as lagrimas te afagassem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Como as minhas mãos faziam ao teu corpo perfeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Os meus labios salgados beijaram-te os olhos fechados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Perdidos em devaneios que não quis adivinhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Com as minhas asas te cobri num doloroso gesto protector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sabendo que de manhã...não seriam elas a quem sorririas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Esta noite sonhei contigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Agora acordada sei que não fui eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Foi um anjo que te enviei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-2179862099436877004?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/2179862099436877004/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=2179862099436877004&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/2179862099436877004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/2179862099436877004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2008/09/esta-noite-sonhei-contigo.html' title='SONHEI CONTIGO'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SNOT-1ynv-I/AAAAAAAAACc/MNiBfxR7uXM/s72-c/fada155recadosonline%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-1449939676214041443</id><published>2008-09-18T13:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T14:08:32.175+01:00</updated><title type='text'>DE NEGRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SNJNoQnCqeI/AAAAAAAAACU/gWnLOOhr9-o/s1600-h/MAGIA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247341869888874978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SNJNoQnCqeI/AAAAAAAAACU/gWnLOOhr9-o/s400/MAGIA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sem cor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Que a cor me roubaste num gesto demente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A veste da cor do coração que me levaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Já as asas me vão caindo cor de cinza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; As lagrimas roxas marcam no meu rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Os traços que não vais reconhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Anjo negro me quedo na saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sem cor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-1449939676214041443?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/1449939676214041443/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=1449939676214041443&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/1449939676214041443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/1449939676214041443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2008/09/de-negro.html' title='DE NEGRO'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SNJNoQnCqeI/AAAAAAAAACU/gWnLOOhr9-o/s72-c/MAGIA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-80675140029699445</id><published>2008-09-15T17:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T17:32:25.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SIMBOLOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SM6KF7x-8aI/AAAAAAAAACM/eRhNEewUKCY/s1600-h/magpie_fairy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246282450484523426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SM6KF7x-8aI/AAAAAAAAACM/eRhNEewUKCY/s400/magpie_fairy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Carrego, hoje, todos os símbolos, que me deixaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Os anéis de todos os compromissos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Os búzios que apanhámos na maré baixa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;O âmbar e a madre-pérola que me colocaste ao pescoço. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Os alfinetes com que prendeste a mim o que não querias de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Os perfumes que me deixaste nas mãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;As penas que me caíram na alma e  enlacei nos cabelos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;A borboleta do teu amor peregrino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Sinto-me assim enfeitada para a morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;E assim quero ser enterrada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Fada criança da magia que perdi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-80675140029699445?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/80675140029699445/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=80675140029699445&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/80675140029699445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/80675140029699445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2008/09/simbolos.html' title='SIMBOLOS'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SM6KF7x-8aI/AAAAAAAAACM/eRhNEewUKCY/s72-c/magpie_fairy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-2248485741011547669</id><published>2008-09-13T15:38:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T13:18:31.031+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SE O LUAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMvQkn9BfUI/AAAAAAAAACE/nVChPFTV4_8/s1600-h/solidao-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245515518621875522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMvQkn9BfUI/AAAAAAAAACE/nVChPFTV4_8/s400/solidao-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Se o luar me cegasse como os teus olhos fizeram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Porque me olhas-te um dia com olhos de ver por dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;E me disseste com eles o que a boca não dizia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Me nasceram asas de espanto onde antes nada havia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Pena a pena as fui perdendo nas tuas palavras de vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Guardo-as nas mãos cerradas à espera da calmaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;De poder lançá-las na terra e esqueçar porque as queria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Se o luar me cegasse como os teus olhos fizeram... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-2248485741011547669?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/2248485741011547669/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=2248485741011547669&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/2248485741011547669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/2248485741011547669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2008/09/se-o-luar.html' title='SE O LUAR'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMvQkn9BfUI/AAAAAAAAACE/nVChPFTV4_8/s72-c/solidao-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-7441040800346836336</id><published>2008-09-11T13:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:47:00.559+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ENCANTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMkMrW3OS6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/eVPIjbSw-7k/s1600-h/encantamento[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244737180060765090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="234" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMkMrW3OS6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/eVPIjbSw-7k/s400/encantamento%5B1%5D.jpg" width="389" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Caminho entre luz e sombras, Alma como que encantada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Nos braços da luz, danço no ar, etéreamente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Nas garras da sombra me afundo em folhas mortas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Sou toda olhos cegos de te buscar, no perfil das árvores despidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;E das mãos caem-me os dedos afiados de arranhar a terra que te cobre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Não sei se és tu que vejo, como Ofélia, sonhando a tua tumba de água viva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Não sei se são as tuas mentiras, as palavras que o vento me conta por ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Se te procuro, é o lodo que eu encontro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Se te recordo é a farsa que descubro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Se, encantada, acredito ainda em teu lamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Desfaz-se a neblina e o teu rasto definido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Pára à mesma porta de sempre: A ilusão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-7441040800346836336?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/7441040800346836336/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=7441040800346836336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/7441040800346836336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/7441040800346836336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2008/09/encanto.html' title='ENCANTO'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMkMrW3OS6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/eVPIjbSw-7k/s72-c/encantamento%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-6704352353613372826</id><published>2008-09-09T15:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T23:20:40.941+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O CAMINHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMaNM4_tHKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qvH60k0GwMU/s1600-h/avalon+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244034068717051042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 433px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="356" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMaNM4_tHKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qvH60k0GwMU/s400/avalon+3.jpg" width="363" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Para Avalon, a minha lenda perdida, te levarei um dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;O manto velando o teu sono perfeito na travesia do lago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Enterrarrás nas águas sagradas a tua espada de dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;E no meu corpo repousarás para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Irmã...Amiga...Amante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sou Morgana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Já não Deusa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nem sei se Fada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sou o espectro das ilusões de outrora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Na noite que se adensa à minha volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;A minha voz rouca já não a ouvem os barqueiros!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Os meus braços erguidos já não dissipam a bruma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-6704352353613372826?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/6704352353613372826/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=6704352353613372826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/6704352353613372826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/6704352353613372826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-caminho.html' title='O CAMINHO'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMaNM4_tHKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qvH60k0GwMU/s72-c/avalon+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-4473871944350090386</id><published>2008-09-08T15:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T15:52:00.161+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ÁGUA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMU4nCrVnoI/AAAAAAAAABU/bNoDSastd6w/s1600-h/fada+da+%C3%A1gua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 519px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMU4nCrVnoI/AAAAAAAAABU/bNoDSastd6w/s400/fada+da+%C3%A1gua.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243659584527507074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saudades do teu corpo dentro da água fria do mar quando me enlaçavas ternamente como se o toda tu fosses feita de algas e estrelas do mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saudades de te imaginar uma sereia tentando levar-me contigo para um mundo de silêncio e ondulações suaves, onde &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vogaríamos&lt;/span&gt; eternamente enroscadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saudades do cheiro a maresia nos teus cabelos, do sabor a sal na tua pele, de ouvir "amo-te" no calor das tuas mãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não quero nadar na água escura. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não quero o sol que me fustiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não quero o sal que me queima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não quero a tua ausência!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='ÁGUA'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMU4nCrVnoI/AAAAAAAAABU/bNoDSastd6w/s72-c/fada+da+%C3%A1gua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-4575158607214864676</id><published>2008-09-08T00:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T00:49:55.957+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lembranças'/><title type='text'>NOITE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMRjjVH5GII/AAAAAAAAABE/VWesKoB9m2Y/s1600-h/fada10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMRjjVH5GII/AAAAAAAAABE/VWesKoB9m2Y/s400/fada10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243425324782917762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;O pior das noites é que são tão longas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Assim, por vezes, recolho as asas, sento-me no chão húmido da floresta e deixo que a lua converse comigo. Tem tantas coisas para me contar...tantas coisas para me lembrar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;E sempre, de mansinho, começa: lembras-te?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;E eu lembro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Os voos desesperados atrás de um ser perdido na noite das coisas proibidas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Das mãos doridas de segurar outras mãos para que não se fizessem mal a si próprias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Os abraços apertados para que um corpo não se despedaçasse no vazio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Das gargalhadas partilhadas com a mulher mais insustentável que encontrei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;E as lágrimas, nessas noites, pingam cristais que reflectem o luar a dizer que sim, que me lembro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; E não lamento nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Só que as noites são muito longas e às vezes é lua nova!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-4575158607214864676?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/4575158607214864676/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=4575158607214864676&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/4575158607214864676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/4575158607214864676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2008/09/noite.html' title='NOITE'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMRjjVH5GII/AAAAAAAAABE/VWesKoB9m2Y/s72-c/fada10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-2928439776730865337</id><published>2008-09-07T15:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T15:40:31.792+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desilusão'/><title type='text'>EM BUSCA DA LUZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMPieG_Oj2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/pcmQPEAnBxw/s1600-h/Gothic-Fairy-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMPieG_Oj2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/pcmQPEAnBxw/s400/Gothic-Fairy-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243283398089150306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Morgana a Fada...A Feiticeira?...A Última Senhora do Lago?...A Sacerdotisa de Avalon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Morgana...irmã...amiga...amante...do último Rei de um Mundo perdido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ontem eu era isto: irmã, amiga, amante...de uma Rainha que se perdeu  a caminho de uma ilha que jamais se revelará na bruma de um lago de águas escuras e doentias que não conduz a  Avalon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A Luz não brilha nas mentes doentes que vivem no lado das trevas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A Luz precisa de verdade e de Amor para brilhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Quando as trevas nos cercam basta um apelo e as fadas a nosso lado abrem as asas brancas e reflectem a Luz para que possamos ver o caminho que conduz à plenitude iluminada dos corações que nos rodeiam e nos amam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-2928439776730865337?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/2928439776730865337/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=2928439776730865337&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/2928439776730865337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/2928439776730865337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2008/09/em-busca-da-luz.html' title='EM BUSCA DA LUZ'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMPieG_Oj2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/pcmQPEAnBxw/s72-c/Gothic-Fairy-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202913830204270599.post-2939219888802806585</id><published>2008-09-06T18:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T19:02:41.046+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desilusão'/><title type='text'>ATRÁS  DA MÁSCARA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMLBo-yPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZbyEjRuS2HM/s1600-h/morgana.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMLBo-yPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZbyEjRuS2HM/s400/morgana.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242965826005306962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Habita em nós, para lá da máscara, para além do que todos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vêem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, o lado escuro ou luminoso, que só mostramos nas horas de grande dor ou grande felicidade!&lt;br /&gt;Existe para lá da lágrima ou do sorriso a força poderosa que nos torna capazes de continuar sorrindo a chorar e de seguir chorando com um sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;Do fundo dos tempos nos vem a certeza de não estarmos sós neste pequeno mundo, num Universo imenso. De, a nosso lado, a luz, num adejar de asas imperceptível nos acalentar a esperança, nos fazer acreditar em dias mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fáceis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, em amores mais perfeitos, em vidas para além da vida.&lt;br /&gt;E se somos alguns dias apenas órbitas vazias foi porque nos arrancaram os olhos e junto levaram a alma que os habita. Ficou o vácuo! É quando pequenos dedos que mal sentimos nos puxam devagarinho pela mão e nos levam ao país dos sonhos, onde tudo é possível, onde a hipocrisia dos seres escuros não nos atinge, onde a claridade dos que nos rodeiam, por bem, se torna mais luminosa e descobrimos que o erro é nosso, é sempre nosso...porque queremos ver para além do visível e nos vemos apenas a nós próprios reflectidos num espelho que se reflecte a si próprio infinitamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMLAjhKUOfI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/GkHenfA5SEc/s1600-h/morgana.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9202913830204270599-2939219888802806585?l=morganaraven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/feeds/2939219888802806585/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9202913830204270599&amp;postID=2939219888802806585&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/2939219888802806585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9202913830204270599/posts/default/2939219888802806585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganaraven.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='ATRÁS  DA MÁSCARA'/><author><name>Morgana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469678042827900515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMVHDntAhqI/AAAAAAAAABc/TsQIlybJKL4/S220/mascara+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IiISdZeaFs4/SMLBo-yPDlI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZbyEjRuS2HM/s72-c/morgana.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
