<?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-6678543737131994382</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:08:15.307-07:00</updated><category term='Teatro de Uma vida'/><title type='text'>Hugo &amp; Leonor</title><subtitle type='html'>Como Uma gota de orvalho numa manhã incerta</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinafonseca.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678543737131994382/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinafonseca.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hugo &amp;amp; Leonor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14879921052183855220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmPsc2FedB4/Scy14vqC4ZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FqvTy4qbCYs/S220/caracol.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678543737131994382.post-6755784164689713342</id><published>2009-08-25T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T10:30:12.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eyy</title><content type='html'>liga-me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678543737131994382-6755784164689713342?l=cristinafonseca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinafonseca.blogspot.com/feeds/6755784164689713342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cristinafonseca.blogspot.com/2009/08/eyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678543737131994382/posts/default/6755784164689713342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678543737131994382/posts/default/6755784164689713342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinafonseca.blogspot.com/2009/08/eyy.html' title='eyy'/><author><name>Hugo &amp;amp; Leonor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14879921052183855220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmPsc2FedB4/Scy14vqC4ZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FqvTy4qbCYs/S220/caracol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678543737131994382.post-7604234633015398810</id><published>2009-05-18T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T03:57:54.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacrificio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmPsc2FedB4/ShE-dfORnuI/AAAAAAAAABY/9vQpjRVMpg0/s1600-h/1853892607_small_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337115709729251042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmPsc2FedB4/ShE-dfORnuI/AAAAAAAAABY/9vQpjRVMpg0/s320/1853892607_small_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Já não sei mais se valeu a pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Já não vejo eterno retorno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tanto sacrifico em nome de um bem maior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sem consciência, A maldade fica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;è triste constatar, que deste planeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nada resta, que Humanidade seja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Filhos de um cometa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nada de bom fizeram que se veja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E por nós ele assumiu o castigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Convicto que aprendêramos a lição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ao lembrarmos a cruz da nossa traição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fingimos ser heróico o seu castigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tantas lágrimas,Tanto sangue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Em coroa de Espinhos vencido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tanta dor,Tanto castigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Em Cristo Perdido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E Tu meu irmão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que fazes por nós hoje?&lt;/strong&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/6678543737131994382-7604234633015398810?l=cristinafonseca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinafonseca.blogspot.com/feeds/7604234633015398810/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cristinafonseca.blogspot.com/2009/05/sacrificio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678543737131994382/posts/default/7604234633015398810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678543737131994382/posts/default/7604234633015398810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinafonseca.blogspot.com/2009/05/sacrificio.html' title='Sacrificio'/><author><name>Hugo &amp;amp; Leonor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14879921052183855220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmPsc2FedB4/Scy14vqC4ZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FqvTy4qbCYs/S220/caracol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmPsc2FedB4/ShE-dfORnuI/AAAAAAAAABY/9vQpjRVMpg0/s72-c/1853892607_small_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678543737131994382.post-7502684563702867895</id><published>2009-05-18T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T03:49:43.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmPsc2FedB4/ShE9ObL10AI/AAAAAAAAABQ/itF8EfdOgYU/s1600-h/2275406209_small_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337114351435632642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmPsc2FedB4/ShE9ObL10AI/AAAAAAAAABQ/itF8EfdOgYU/s320/2275406209_small_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perdido neste vazio em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;coração de arlequim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desnorte conclusivo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Num choro convulsivo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este vazio em mim tão incerto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esta coragem de ter lutado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E talvez não ter dado certo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esconder assim, não é pecado;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alma pobre e abandonada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Num sorriso escondido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou choro perdido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Má sorte danada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo era, tudo aconteceu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora que a memória varreu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei que fui eu quem perdeu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A coragem...morreu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vivo assim tão escondido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perdendo ao pouco o sorriso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mente branca, pouco juizo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e saber..que tentei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6678543737131994382-7502684563702867895?l=cristinafonseca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinafonseca.blogspot.com/feeds/7502684563702867895/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cristinafonseca.blogspot.com/2009/05/solidao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678543737131994382/posts/default/7502684563702867895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678543737131994382/posts/default/7502684563702867895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinafonseca.blogspot.com/2009/05/solidao.html' title='Solidão'/><author><name>Hugo &amp;amp; Leonor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14879921052183855220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmPsc2FedB4/Scy14vqC4ZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FqvTy4qbCYs/S220/caracol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmPsc2FedB4/ShE9ObL10AI/AAAAAAAAABQ/itF8EfdOgYU/s72-c/2275406209_small_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678543737131994382.post-8474008874527662010</id><published>2009-04-06T01:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T01:51:17.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E cai o pano.....</title><content type='html'>Ciente que seja estranho para alguns, o espaço que este blog ocupou, nomeadamente o seu endereço, cumpre desde já justificar o porquê da sua criação.&lt;br /&gt;Habitualmente "cliente" deste endereço, onde soltava o meu silêncio, senti um vazio quando ele deixou de existir.&lt;br /&gt;Porque nesta vida nada é eterno, e pensando que a responsavel pela criação deste endereço, pudesse um dia desejar tê-lo de volta, ocupei-o com alguns textos, sem qualquer RELAÇÃO DIRECTA com a visada, baseado em contos e historias que ia escrevendo e escrevi para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde já as minhas desculpas se criei alguma espécie de desconforto, ou outro inconveniente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ideia era tão somente de não se perder este espaço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um obrigado pela compreensão..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678543737131994382-8474008874527662010?l=cristinafonseca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinafonseca.blogspot.com/feeds/8474008874527662010/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cristinafonseca.blogspot.com/2009/04/e-cai-o-pano.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678543737131994382/posts/default/8474008874527662010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678543737131994382/posts/default/8474008874527662010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinafonseca.blogspot.com/2009/04/e-cai-o-pano.html' title='E cai o pano.....'/><author><name>Hugo &amp;amp; Leonor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14879921052183855220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmPsc2FedB4/Scy14vqC4ZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FqvTy4qbCYs/S220/caracol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678543737131994382.post-8973543134872378047</id><published>2009-03-27T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T04:02:12.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pés e Pérolas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmPsc2FedB4/ScyyIiuO95I/AAAAAAAAAAk/OiQPnF35dcw/s1600-h/tango.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317821119847135122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmPsc2FedB4/ScyyIiuO95I/AAAAAAAAAAk/OiQPnF35dcw/s320/tango.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorri Leonor de vermelha rodado, na cintura caiado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pé fino e delicado, em vermelho calçado, no pavimento mostrado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salto agulha em pé mostrado, de pérolas encimado,ela num passo de Tango...dança,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A dança da vida ou vida na dança?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pés e Pérolas...combinação tua!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678543737131994382-8973543134872378047?l=cristinafonseca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinafonseca.blogspot.com/feeds/8973543134872378047/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cristinafonseca.blogspot.com/2009/03/pes-e-perolas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678543737131994382/posts/default/8973543134872378047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678543737131994382/posts/default/8973543134872378047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinafonseca.blogspot.com/2009/03/pes-e-perolas.html' title='Pés e Pérolas'/><author><name>Hugo &amp;amp; Leonor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14879921052183855220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmPsc2FedB4/Scy14vqC4ZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FqvTy4qbCYs/S220/caracol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmPsc2FedB4/ScyyIiuO95I/AAAAAAAAAAk/OiQPnF35dcw/s72-c/tango.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678543737131994382.post-9137178168955036776</id><published>2009-03-27T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T03:38:45.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A valsa do Silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmPsc2FedB4/Scyse6jNr2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/i6nz_654g-E/s1600-h/the+dancer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317814907130720098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmPsc2FedB4/Scyse6jNr2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/i6nz_654g-E/s320/the+dancer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Presa na harmonia do silêncio, ela valsa numa atitude solitária, habituada que está à ausência do eco de sentimentos, barulhos e distorções ao seu redor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Num rodopio cativeiro, ela valsa, sonhando com aqueles dias, em que mais que falar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouvia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678543737131994382-9137178168955036776?l=cristinafonseca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinafonseca.blogspot.com/feeds/9137178168955036776/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cristinafonseca.blogspot.com/2009/03/valsa-do-silencio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678543737131994382/posts/default/9137178168955036776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678543737131994382/posts/default/9137178168955036776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinafonseca.blogspot.com/2009/03/valsa-do-silencio.html' title='A valsa do Silêncio'/><author><name>Hugo &amp;amp; Leonor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14879921052183855220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmPsc2FedB4/Scy14vqC4ZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FqvTy4qbCYs/S220/caracol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmPsc2FedB4/Scyse6jNr2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/i6nz_654g-E/s72-c/the+dancer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678543737131994382.post-405019087743926317</id><published>2009-03-27T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T03:01:26.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teatro de Uma vida'/><title type='text'>A Vida num imenso teatro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmPsc2FedB4/Scyjy5hAMpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VRDCA2X6pCg/s1600-h/teatro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317805354845745810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmPsc2FedB4/Scyjy5hAMpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VRDCA2X6pCg/s320/teatro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sobe o pano lentamente, sob o palco triste e confuso desta nobre Metrópole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sob as luzes, Sem coreógrafo,sem direcção de autores, o ser humano vai desenrolando a sua peça no imenso palco da vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do nada, sem aviso prévio eles encontraram-se, num cenário Idilico e futurista.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na verdade, nem se encontraram...cruzaram apenas ideias, falaram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na verdade, nem falaram...sonharam talvez?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugo, de sorriso rasgado, por entre as misérias de uma vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leonor, sensual e delicada, alma guerreira em guerras perdidas....não raras vezes, tambem vencidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duas personagens, figurantes e principais de um Mundo que roda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liricamente o sonho nasceu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678543737131994382-405019087743926317?l=cristinafonseca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinafonseca.blogspot.com/feeds/405019087743926317/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cristinafonseca.blogspot.com/2009/03/vida-num-imenso-teatro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678543737131994382/posts/default/405019087743926317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678543737131994382/posts/default/405019087743926317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinafonseca.blogspot.com/2009/03/vida-num-imenso-teatro.html' title='A Vida num imenso teatro'/><author><name>Hugo &amp;amp; Leonor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14879921052183855220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmPsc2FedB4/Scy14vqC4ZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FqvTy4qbCYs/S220/caracol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmPsc2FedB4/Scyjy5hAMpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VRDCA2X6pCg/s72-c/teatro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6678543737131994382.post-7059391345478808478</id><published>2009-03-27T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T02:40:22.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Inicio dos dias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmPsc2FedB4/Scye0ZlBZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oXxdx1JH4nE/s1600-h/inicio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317799883074266370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmPsc2FedB4/Scye0ZlBZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oXxdx1JH4nE/s320/inicio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suavemente, o inicio foi tido, considerado e inusitado.&lt;br /&gt;Repentinamente ganhou forma, conciencia e attude.&lt;br /&gt;Orgulhosamente ganhou corpo, conceito e principio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fialmente ganhou luz, vida e sensibilidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrimos pois então&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6678543737131994382-7059391345478808478?l=cristinafonseca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinafonseca.blogspot.com/feeds/7059391345478808478/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cristinafonseca.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-inicio-dos-dias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678543737131994382/posts/default/7059391345478808478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6678543737131994382/posts/default/7059391345478808478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinafonseca.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-inicio-dos-dias.html' title='O Inicio dos dias'/><author><name>Hugo &amp;amp; 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