tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80649231626749375522011-07-08T05:14:17.185-07:00Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954233068678736301noreply@blogger.comBlogger301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064923162674937552.post-92090710276727908312009-10-01T05:39:00.000-07:002009-10-01T05:44:13.949-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SsSjMnz4lSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UWrx1yERHrc/s1600-h/DSC00699.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387610491482314018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SsSjMnz4lSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UWrx1yERHrc/s400/DSC00699.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Conceiçào de mato dentro</p><p> </p><p> Na terra</p><p> de ouro e</p><p> diamantes</p><p> escavo a mina</p><p> do meu</p><p> coraçào.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064923162674937552-9209071027672790831?l=alcaeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954233068678736301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064923162674937552.post-43632027802561857132009-10-01T05:33:00.000-07:002009-10-01T05:38:32.917-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SsShwFJgp2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/71Yd7cQc5FM/s1600-h/DSC00709.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387608901629814626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SsShwFJgp2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/71Yd7cQc5FM/s400/DSC00709.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Céu</p><p>tinto de cinza</p><p>doçura naquela </p><p>montanha.</p><p>Chuva</p><p>um pássaro</p><p>mil pássaros</p><p>chuva.</p><p>A vida intacta</p><p>no ikebana.</p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064923162674937552-4363202780256185713?l=alcaeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954233068678736301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064923162674937552.post-70917847040083623042009-10-01T04:36:00.000-07:002009-10-01T04:45:32.987-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SsSVMDZxkEI/AAAAAAAAAGI/cBXjKnnEbZk/s1600-h/DSC00696.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387595088546336834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SsSVMDZxkEI/AAAAAAAAAGI/cBXjKnnEbZk/s400/DSC00696.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Conceição</p><p>flor no seio do vale.</p><p>pérola</p><p>no fundo do céu.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>( Conceição de mato dentro. MG )</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064923162674937552-7091784704008362304?l=alcaeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954233068678736301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064923162674937552.post-45337267379823705762009-10-01T04:26:00.000-07:002009-10-01T04:36:10.427-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SsSTq78y-QI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SodcZJoOjeU/s1600-h/DSC00700.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387593420098435330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SsSTq78y-QI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SodcZJoOjeU/s400/DSC00700.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>O que obtemos</p><p>quando abrimos</p><p>os olhos?</p><p>Manhã de primavera!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064923162674937552-4533726737982370576?l=alcaeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954233068678736301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064923162674937552.post-37726880592089589202009-10-01T04:21:00.000-07:002009-10-01T04:25:52.279-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SsSRP44VyBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/POSRdPtgdG0/s1600-h/DSC00697.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387590756394715154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SsSRP44VyBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/POSRdPtgdG0/s400/DSC00697.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Primavera</p><p>as flores zen</p><p>desabrocham</p><p>no silencio.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064923162674937552-3772688059208958920?l=alcaeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954233068678736301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064923162674937552.post-19118927707407575572009-09-01T17:16:00.000-07:002009-09-01T17:24:42.036-07:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376657904019690994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/Sp254H_j1fI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cWbkgLp0-Wc/s400/DSC00635.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>Aqui eu sou tocado</div><div>o sol nas màos</div><div>a água fria</div><div>Aqui promete</div><div>a casa</div><div>a for</div><div>o rio</div><div>o broto singelo</div><div>a pedra liza.</div><div>O vento da vida que passa</div><div>promete um segredo</div><div>ainda para esta</div><div>vida</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064923162674937552-1911892770740757557?l=alcaeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954233068678736301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064923162674937552.post-84931939047758821522009-09-01T17:10:00.000-07:002009-09-01T17:15:54.461-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/Sp24lsYpLtI/AAAAAAAAAFo/8ajF64BCNvo/s1600-h/DSC00624.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376656487859433170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/Sp24lsYpLtI/AAAAAAAAAFo/8ajF64BCNvo/s400/DSC00624.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Flor</div><div>nào só o meu</div><div>amor</div><div>mas também</div><div>minha fé</div><div>estào sobre</div><div>as montanhas</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064923162674937552-8493193904775882152?l=alcaeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954233068678736301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064923162674937552.post-81852535147612877912009-08-26T05:03:00.001-07:002009-08-26T05:11:35.033-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SpUlp1mg3CI/AAAAAAAAAFg/9WKWzwSVUV8/s1600-h/DSC00593.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374243131030035490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SpUlp1mg3CI/AAAAAAAAAFg/9WKWzwSVUV8/s400/DSC00593.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Nós somos</div><div>a cidade</div><div>Nós somos o país</div><div>Nós somos</div><div>o oceano</div><div> o rio </div><div> a montanha</div><div>e tudo</div><div>tudo</div><div>pode mudar!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064923162674937552-8185253514761287791?l=alcaeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954233068678736301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064923162674937552.post-29245645583985811052009-08-25T07:35:00.000-07:002009-08-25T07:45:46.727-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SpP4DfP5B9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/b_Zt2MZC52s/s1600-h/DSC00622.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373911519194580946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SpP4DfP5B9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/b_Zt2MZC52s/s400/DSC00622.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p> </p><p>O amor que toca</p><p>o centro o fundo</p><p>a raiz</p><p>É aquele mesmo amor</p><p>sobre as montanhas...</p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064923162674937552-2924564558398581105?l=alcaeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954233068678736301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064923162674937552.post-9510010221635477512009-08-25T07:26:00.000-07:002009-08-25T07:31:36.955-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SpP1EBpcEYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/eOzFnR19E9M/s1600-h/DSC00604.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373908229893656962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SpP1EBpcEYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/eOzFnR19E9M/s400/DSC00604.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Chuva e montanha</div><div>andam juntas</div><div>no espaçoso</div><div>jardim secreto</div><div>do ser.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064923162674937552-951001022163547751?l=alcaeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954233068678736301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064923162674937552.post-49039627418242562532009-08-24T17:35:00.000-07:002009-08-24T17:50:02.991-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SpMyWfuLplI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CzoNI_UVHjM/s1600-h/DSC00627.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373694142436845138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SpMyWfuLplI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CzoNI_UVHjM/s400/DSC00627.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>O jardim</div><div>o pássaro</div><div>a flor</div><div>habitam os coraçoès</div><div>dos amantes.</div><div> </div><div>Silentes</div><div>os amantes</div><div>estào sobre</div><div>as </div><div>montanhas</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>.</div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064923162674937552-4903962741824256253?l=alcaeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954233068678736301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064923162674937552.post-66679261007478655862009-08-21T06:02:00.000-07:002009-08-24T17:19:10.125-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/So6fNoRGHMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PwERUBDy8ZI/s1600-h/DSC00626.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372406461995818178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/So6fNoRGHMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PwERUBDy8ZI/s400/DSC00626.JPG" border="0" /></a> A arvore<br />imponencia<br />na terra de ninguém<br /><br />o azul azul<br />aprofunda os tons<br />da vida e da morte<br /><br />Silencios<br />cheiros diversos<br /><br />Pisar andar<br />as ruas da pedras<br />a esmo<br /><br />O melhor passeio.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/So6dZNlRR5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/rcmgMxrEfR0/s1600-h/DSC00627.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064923162674937552-6667926100747865586?l=alcaeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954233068678736301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064923162674937552.post-12899417379389714512009-08-21T05:35:00.000-07:002009-08-24T17:32:44.161-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SpMw8TEpSiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/FA5GtqIydi8/s1600-h/DSC00619.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373692592853174818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SpMw8TEpSiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/FA5GtqIydi8/s400/DSC00619.JPG" border="0" /></a> Nada como flor<br />no quarto<br />no quadro<br />adornando o jarro<br />a flor<br /><br />Nada como a cor azul<br />e a nuvem no vento<br />no azul<br /><br />Nada como a flor<br />e a cor<br />e a nuvem<br />e a flor<br /><br />Nada Nada Nada<br />como a chegada<br />do amor!<span style="font-size:0;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064923162674937552-1289941737938971451?l=alcaeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954233068678736301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064923162674937552.post-19778567332536747702009-08-06T11:19:00.000-07:002009-08-21T05:35:26.457-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/So6UMS9lxFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BFPYhXeCfcE/s1600-h/DSC00601.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372394344469087314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/So6UMS9lxFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BFPYhXeCfcE/s400/DSC00601.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/So6TPdinEgI/AAAAAAAAADw/ExIbDuw6N-I/s1600-h/DSC00601.JPG"></a>Minha aventura</div><div>o presente</div><div>amor</div><div>minha religiào</div><div>a flor.<br /></div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/Snsfk0R8pJI/AAAAAAAAADg/R0QqQwwuT2I/s1600-h/DSC00615.JPG"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064923162674937552-1977856733253674770?l=alcaeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954233068678736301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064923162674937552.post-18767382700037474122009-08-05T13:05:00.000-07:002009-08-05T13:16:33.176-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/Snnm0Uqt0hI/AAAAAAAAADY/fnQzOGmN6hY/s1600-h/DSC00607.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366574217564115474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/Snnm0Uqt0hI/AAAAAAAAADY/fnQzOGmN6hY/s400/DSC00607.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Arar o campo fértil</div><div>deitar raiz</div><div>em céu de outono</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064923162674937552-1876738270003747412?l=alcaeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954233068678736301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064923162674937552.post-1899418007140581542009-08-04T13:46:00.000-07:002009-08-04T13:54:10.758-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/Snied7jyDwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/264QnyuVnEw/s1600-h/DSC00611.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366213193053114114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/Snied7jyDwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/264QnyuVnEw/s400/DSC00611.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Um dia não</p><p>uma poesia</p><p>bordada a mão</p><p>no meio da multidão</p><p>ou na praia erma do som</p><p>Um dia nào</p><p>uma tarde fria</p><p>um pedaço de pão</p><p>uma poesia </p><p>de coração para coração.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064923162674937552-189941800714058154?l=alcaeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954233068678736301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064923162674937552.post-1338574042283578572009-08-04T07:17:00.000-07:002009-08-04T07:22:40.891-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SnhDNlt6XyI/AAAAAAAAADI/6xOt1TYLGIc/s1600-h/DSC00603.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366112856753987362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SnhDNlt6XyI/AAAAAAAAADI/6xOt1TYLGIc/s400/DSC00603.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Com o tempo</p><p>os olhos se acostuman</p><p>com a vertigem:</p><p>de colher no abismo</p><p>a flor</p><p>do seu ser mais</p><p>íntimo.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064923162674937552-133857404228357857?l=alcaeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954233068678736301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064923162674937552.post-87627335927718285442009-08-01T15:49:00.000-07:002009-08-01T15:54:08.642-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SnTGu3_bAjI/AAAAAAAAADA/uvrCkA0xjqg/s1600-h/DSC00595.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365131564711346738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SnTGu3_bAjI/AAAAAAAAADA/uvrCkA0xjqg/s400/DSC00595.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>hoy basta</p><p>soy</p><p>de aqui</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064923162674937552-8762733592771828544?l=alcaeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954233068678736301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064923162674937552.post-30954250823880981402009-08-01T15:33:00.000-07:002009-08-01T15:42:03.615-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SnTDALneUgI/AAAAAAAAACw/nweS9g4bTSU/s1600-h/DSC00609.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365127463990874626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SnTDALneUgI/AAAAAAAAACw/nweS9g4bTSU/s400/DSC00609.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>O tempo sacode suas asas</p><p>espia o pássaro que espia</p><p>do bambú</p><p>É tempo de mudancas</p><p>sào mais vivas as cores</p><p>as flores</p><p>e mais denso também o silencio</p><p>onde mora a música</p><p>e mora a luz do nosso amor</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064923162674937552-3095425082388098140?l=alcaeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954233068678736301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064923162674937552.post-302784697755113412009-08-01T14:57:00.000-07:002009-08-01T15:25:12.343-07:00<p> </p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064923162674937552-30278469775511341?l=alcaeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954233068678736301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064923162674937552.post-16941907267592803102009-07-31T05:49:00.000-07:002009-07-31T06:16:12.582-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SnLo6nhzg4I/AAAAAAAAACg/ZwmZKOnJNo0/s1600-h/DSC00590.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364606199892509570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SnLo6nhzg4I/AAAAAAAAACg/ZwmZKOnJNo0/s400/DSC00590.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Quantos compartilharào</p><p>desse nosso mesmo</p><p>caminho?</p><p>o vento gélido</p><p>as nuvens errantes...</p><p></p><p></p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064923162674937552-1694190726759280310?l=alcaeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954233068678736301noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064923162674937552.post-27259457565839152612009-07-31T05:34:00.000-07:002009-07-31T05:48:58.088-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SnLnXP_wFSI/AAAAAAAAACY/agBn8Nf36CQ/s1600-h/DSC00617.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364604492768613666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SnLnXP_wFSI/AAAAAAAAACY/agBn8Nf36CQ/s400/DSC00617.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SnLmEIJh4hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-wQucCCLkFI/s1600-h/DSC00608.JPG"></a>Quando a menie</div><div>está longe</div><div>as flores</div><div>estão mais próximas</div><div>do céu<br /><br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064923162674937552-2725945756583915261?l=alcaeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954233068678736301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064923162674937552.post-30518654372550893162009-07-24T08:58:00.000-07:002009-07-24T09:08:16.874-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SmnamZ0jhvI/AAAAAAAAACI/npOPOPaF9Vc/s1600-h/DSC00600.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362057184662488818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SmnamZ0jhvI/AAAAAAAAACI/npOPOPaF9Vc/s400/DSC00600.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>A alma:</p><p> espelho luminoso</p><p>A mente:</p><p> o vale florido</p><p>O coração</p><p> um rio de águas</p><p> profundas...</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064923162674937552-3051865437255089316?l=alcaeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954233068678736301noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064923162674937552.post-15945456573060622392009-07-24T08:09:00.000-07:002009-07-24T08:51:34.732-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SmnRX9-UulI/AAAAAAAAABw/_MSsHje54JE/s1600-h/DSC00589.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362047041064450642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SmnRX9-UulI/AAAAAAAAABw/_MSsHje54JE/s400/DSC00589.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>coracào desperto</p><p>árvore para abrigar</p><p> muitos pássaros</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064923162674937552-1594545657306062239?l=alcaeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954233068678736301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064923162674937552.post-91413248901098228922009-07-23T04:47:00.000-07:002009-07-23T05:03:07.891-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SmhOTBqPdRI/AAAAAAAAABo/JrKNsv0ZZ7o/s1600-h/DSC00605.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361621445154665746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SmhOTBqPdRI/AAAAAAAAABo/JrKNsv0ZZ7o/s400/DSC00605.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>uma nova janela se abre</p><p>e dela eu vejo a montanha</p><p>e vejo a cor do montanha</p><p>e da flor</p><p>do meu coração</p><p>um amor indi'zivel</p><p>abrindo-se </p><p>pétala por pétala</p><p>na luz de cada manhà</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064923162674937552-9141324890109822892?l=alcaeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954233068678736301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064923162674937552.post-30412848363015651392009-07-23T04:36:00.000-07:002009-07-23T04:44:36.978-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SmhL4J9NojI/AAAAAAAAABg/lbNgrD93PJ8/s1600-h/DSC00588.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361618784501998130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SmhL4J9NojI/AAAAAAAAABg/lbNgrD93PJ8/s400/DSC00588.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>não há nada</p><p> só essas alegres folhas</p><p> caídas</p><p> no vento da tarde </p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064923162674937552-3041284836301565139?l=alcaeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954233068678736301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064923162674937552.post-52311334272580796612009-07-22T05:07:00.000-07:002009-07-22T05:11:08.761-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SmcBbWDuV-I/AAAAAAAAABY/sR2nQmOzh58/s1600-h/DSC00606.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361255450697160674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SmcBbWDuV-I/AAAAAAAAABY/sR2nQmOzh58/s400/DSC00606.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Cantemos</div><div>Por essas flores</div><div>com pétalas</div><div>de silêncio</div><div>ornadas.</div><div>Elas nascem ali</div><div>depois que tudo</div><div>desaba.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064923162674937552-5231133427258079661?l=alcaeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954233068678736301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064923162674937552.post-35201591711389884942009-07-22T04:39:00.000-07:002009-07-22T05:07:10.483-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SmcAe37tSAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6Utc_LiHMG8/s1600-h/DSC00614.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361254411818321922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SmcAe37tSAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6Utc_LiHMG8/s400/DSC00614.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/Smb-Eqqw8pI/AAAAAAAAABI/JBT6Er-mXR8/s1600-h/DSC00599.JPG"></a>Sentado num trono vazio</div><div> </div><div>Um rei sem nome</div><div> </div><div>Governa a vida</div><div> </div><div>E a morte<br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/Smb8c_IoiiI/AAAAAAAAABA/sgUyg9d-2mg/s1600-h/DSC00614.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064923162674937552-3520159171138988494?l=alcaeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954233068678736301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064923162674937552.post-61662748183091742172009-07-21T05:04:00.000-07:002009-07-21T05:29:02.144-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SmWwzkR2dAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/padaW4TR6To/s1600-h/DSC00602.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360885331412808706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SmWwzkR2dAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/padaW4TR6To/s400/DSC00602.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOJ8zVVEfBM/SmWvQSTdcDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/GU_0-N53C8c/s1600-h/DSC00589.JPG"></a> acercado de misterio</div><div> </div><div> atento</div><div> </div><div> o passaro poesia espia</div><div> </div><div> um amor</div><div> </div><div> sobre as montanhas<br /><br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064923162674937552-6166274818309174217?l=alcaeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954233068678736301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064923162674937552.post-17712434299553769762009-07-21T04:52:00.000-07:002009-07-21T05:01:31.216-07:00Palavra provavelmente inventada por Paracelso (séc. XVI) para designar o solvente universal dos alquimistas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064923162674937552-1771243429955376976?l=alcaeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954233068678736301noreply@blogger.com0