<?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-8578938587944821464</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:14:54.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poemartes</title><subtitle type='html'>Pomarte, sentir na alma o que é arte, liberar o eu poetico.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemartes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578938587944821464/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemartes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578938587944821464.post-7863696623281914438</id><published>2008-10-16T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T16:35:10.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PRESENTE</title><content type='html'>à Ivan Maia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pai,&lt;br /&gt;Arvore na qual sua semente,&lt;br /&gt;Ao vento lançou,&lt;br /&gt;Jogando-me à terra fértil.&lt;br /&gt;Da terra a qual me guardou,&lt;br /&gt;Sem falta alguma,&lt;br /&gt;Você cuidou.&lt;br /&gt;A muda jovem,&lt;br /&gt;Regou de amor,&lt;br /&gt;Sem pensar em seus frutos,&lt;br /&gt;E sim,&lt;br /&gt;Se em uma grande arvore se tornará.&lt;br /&gt;A muda,&lt;br /&gt;Uma planta virou,&lt;br /&gt;Deu suas primeiras flores,&lt;br /&gt;Para lhe oferecer o mais saboroso fruto,&lt;br /&gt;Feito com o néctar do amor,&lt;br /&gt;E a essência do consolo.&lt;br /&gt;Minha fotossíntese,&lt;br /&gt;Só ocorre com teus calorosos raios,&lt;br /&gt;E tua seiva,&lt;br /&gt;Percorre em meus galhos.&lt;br /&gt;Em meu tronco,&lt;br /&gt;Quatro simples e bonitas palavras escritas,&lt;br /&gt;Que não precisa de explicações para se entender:&lt;br /&gt;Pai, eu te amo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578938587944821464-7863696623281914438?l=poemartes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemartes.blogspot.com/feeds/7863696623281914438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578938587944821464&amp;postID=7863696623281914438' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578938587944821464/posts/default/7863696623281914438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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estar por vir.&lt;br /&gt;Na cama ou no dia-a-dia,&lt;br /&gt;Na fala da poesia,&lt;br /&gt;Na prosa de quem ama,&lt;br /&gt;No sexo por telepatia.&lt;br /&gt;Goza da arte,&lt;br /&gt;Goza da poesia,&lt;br /&gt;Gozar faz parte,&lt;br /&gt;É fantasia.&lt;br /&gt;Goza...&lt;br /&gt;Mas acima de tudo,&lt;br /&gt;Goza da arte de gozar,&lt;br /&gt;Gozar em qualquer lugar.&lt;br /&gt;(Ikan Maia)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578938587944821464-8400451989700181724?l=poemartes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemartes.blogspot.com/feeds/8400451989700181724/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578938587944821464&amp;postID=8400451989700181724' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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chegando&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo mensagens noturnas&lt;br /&gt;Daquela que hospedou-se em meu coração e não quer sair.&lt;br /&gt;A lua aparece no ceu anil,&lt;br /&gt;Aparencendo as estrelas brilhando feito diamantes lapidados pela mão do poeta,&lt;br /&gt;Percorrendo em cabeças,&lt;br /&gt;Estrelas-contentes,&lt;br /&gt;Dansantes sapateam sem parar,&lt;br /&gt;Em piruetas cantaroladas.&lt;br /&gt;Via-latas de corações enlatados,&lt;br /&gt;Cometas-ralos com maracafones de ritmusicais frevolucionados,&lt;br /&gt;Planetas com poemartes nos céulefones fazem uma cirandança;&lt;br /&gt;E por ultimo sistematicos-solares de chinelos havaíanos dançam coco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578938587944821464-7146677782969594748?l=poemartes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemartes.blogspot.com/feeds/7146677782969594748/comments/default' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578938587944821464&amp;postID=1737241502891569881' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578938587944821464/posts/default/1737241502891569881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578938587944821464/posts/default/1737241502891569881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemartes.blogspot.com/2008/01/loucos.html' title=''/><author><name>Ikan Maia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442205636027914332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp0aWxGFBdA/SKb1NC6A8MI/AAAAAAAAAEM/elOd-O6VSfQ/S220/i%27m+very+cool.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578938587944821464.post-1153907738634576806</id><published>2008-01-28T08:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T08:51:18.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>amor</title><content type='html'>O Amor&lt;br /&gt;Amor!Coisa divina e dividida, dos nobres e pobres.Amor, coisa pra guarda e desfrutar.&lt;br /&gt;Amor fraterno, paterno, materno, de amizade e de amar, esta tudo em 1º lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Começa com dois amigos e acaba em um casal.&lt;br /&gt;Dois seres um corpo, duas pessoas um amor, um por do sol no mar, um amor a começar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;br /&gt;                                   (Ikan Maia)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578938587944821464-1153907738634576806?l=poemartes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemartes.blogspot.com/feeds/1153907738634576806/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578938587944821464&amp;postID=1153907738634576806' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578938587944821464/posts/default/1153907738634576806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578938587944821464/posts/default/1153907738634576806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemartes.blogspot.com/2008/01/amor.html' title='amor'/><author><name>Ikan Maia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08442205636027914332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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frio e o calor da noite; e a noite se hospeda em nosso céu azul e em nossos corações que batem a mil para ver a beleza do por do sol e a noite bela de luar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         (Ikan Maia)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578938587944821464-5986427283897866900?l=poemartes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemartes.blogspot.com/feeds/5986427283897866900/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578938587944821464&amp;postID=5986427283897866900' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8578938587944821464/posts/default/5986427283897866900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;mulher, as vezes melhor que o homem com seus olhos de diamante e labios de ouro.&lt;br /&gt;Mulher batalhadora no seu dia a dia.&lt;br /&gt;O homem que não gosta de mulher não é homem, pois são elas que nos traz felicidade, com sua rede de amor que nós prende e não conseguimos sair.&lt;br /&gt;Mulher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ikan Maia)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578938587944821464-1105751150980910746?l=poemartes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemartes.blogspot.com/feeds/1105751150980910746/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8578938587944821464&amp;postID=1105751150980910746' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Luz e sombra do luar,&lt;br /&gt;me faz inspirar, cantar&lt;br /&gt;e o meu amor contemplar.&lt;br /&gt;Luz e sombra do luar&lt;br /&gt;me faz transpirar,&lt;br /&gt;me  faz amar, e como um aprendiz&lt;br /&gt;aprender todo o segredo de amar&lt;br /&gt;e contemplar o mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mar...&lt;br /&gt;o mar é como uma grande piscina de amor e vida&lt;br /&gt;que como a gente aprende a amar o luar.&lt;br /&gt;Luz e sombra do luar&lt;br /&gt;vai me ensinar&lt;br /&gt;o caminho que vai me levar&lt;br /&gt;ao meu amor; e eu como um peixe&lt;br /&gt;serei fisgado pelo amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luz e sombra do luar...&lt;br /&gt;                                            &lt;br /&gt;(Ikan Maia)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8578938587944821464-349290572277401462?l=poemartes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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