<?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-323098407978380291</id><updated>2012-02-03T11:16:12.115Z</updated><title type='text'>Poesia do Jorge Frutas</title><subtitle type='html'>Espaço onde guardo as minhas brincadeiras
com as palavras.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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/&gt;Aqui estou te agradecendo&lt;br /&gt;Com umas humildes palavras&lt;br /&gt;O imenso prazer&lt;br /&gt;Que é sentir a tua beleza !&lt;br /&gt;Sempre...lindo,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre...maravilhoso,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre...altaneiro,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre...majestoso !&lt;br /&gt;Doce o deslizar das marés,&lt;br /&gt;Invadindo o areal,&lt;br /&gt;Derramando a espuma&lt;br /&gt;Num movimento metódico,&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente espectacular !&lt;br /&gt;Lá longe...&lt;br /&gt;Os surfistas brincam nas tuas ondas,&lt;br /&gt;Inalam a tua maresia,&lt;br /&gt;Passeiam nas suas pranchas,&lt;br /&gt;Dando asas á sua alegria,&lt;br /&gt;Abraçando os teus encantos !&lt;br /&gt;Eu...&lt;br /&gt;Como sempre,&lt;br /&gt;Fico extasiado,&lt;br /&gt;Deliciado,&lt;br /&gt;Maravilhado !&lt;br /&gt;Por me deixares tão feliz,&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado meu lindo mar !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-4489268620612721301?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/4489268620612721301/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=4489268620612721301' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/4489268620612721301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/4489268620612721301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2012/02/deslumbrante-mar.html' title='DESLUMBRANTE MAR'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OhSKELEUo9M/Tyu8WyU8TGI/AAAAAAAABZU/aq3jp4Jd_-w/s72-c/Praia+da+Costa+do+Norte.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-4925490159072818654</id><published>2012-02-03T10:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-03T10:45:04.415Z</updated><title type='text'>MINHA ESCRITA ( Acróstico )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hdVv29VZAT4/Tyu3-2KFTNI/AAAAAAAABZM/gyMDdL4a8Pk/s1600/Foto+em+globo+terrestre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hdVv29VZAT4/Tyu3-2KFTNI/AAAAAAAABZM/gyMDdL4a8Pk/s320/Foto+em+globo+terrestre.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;inha escrita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;magem absoluta de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;aturalidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;onestidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ssim surge ela !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;screvo de tudo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;imples como é costume,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;aricaturando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;epetidamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;magens importantes que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;rago para partilhar com os meus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;migos, com imenso e grato prazer !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-4925490159072818654?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/4925490159072818654/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=4925490159072818654' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/4925490159072818654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/4925490159072818654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2012/02/minha-escrita-acrostico.html' title='MINHA ESCRITA ( Acróstico )'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hdVv29VZAT4/Tyu3-2KFTNI/AAAAAAAABZM/gyMDdL4a8Pk/s72-c/Foto+em+globo+terrestre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-4726936656232028348</id><published>2012-02-03T09:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-03T09:58:41.562Z</updated><title type='text'>BRINCADEIRA ( Acróstico )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4WqiWZpsZEE/TyusZ-NWHiI/AAAAAAAABZE/IvEuRHoTrnw/s1600/Foto+com+rosa+azul+em+fundo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4WqiWZpsZEE/TyusZ-NWHiI/AAAAAAAABZE/IvEuRHoTrnw/s320/Foto+com+rosa+azul+em+fundo.jpg" width="204" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;rincando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;indo, abraçando a vida com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;menso prazer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;um saudoso dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;omecei a brincar com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;s palavras e que me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;eu um gozo tremendo !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;screvendo brincando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;nvariávelmente me orgulhando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ealço desta forma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; poesia que existe em mim !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-4726936656232028348?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/4726936656232028348/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=4726936656232028348' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/4726936656232028348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/4726936656232028348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2012/02/brincadeira-acrostico.html' title='BRINCADEIRA ( Acróstico )'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4WqiWZpsZEE/TyusZ-NWHiI/AAAAAAAABZE/IvEuRHoTrnw/s72-c/Foto+com+rosa+azul+em+fundo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-9074779532593896519</id><published>2012-02-03T09:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-03T09:42:11.293Z</updated><title type='text'>MEU SORRISO ( Acróstico )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-thlo_BpK8WM/Tyuq2T-AejI/AAAAAAAABY8/hYle43V9an8/s1600/Foto+com+fundo+da+praia+de+Sines.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-thlo_BpK8WM/Tyuq2T-AejI/AAAAAAAABY8/hYle43V9an8/s320/Foto+com+fundo+da+praia+de+Sines.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;eu sorriso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;stará para sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;mbilicalmente ligado a mim !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ilenciando a tristeza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;s seus ecos são ilimitados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;enova o espírito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;eabre portas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;rradia alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;implesmente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;pera milagres !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-9074779532593896519?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-thlo_BpK8WM/Tyuq2T-AejI/AAAAAAAABY8/hYle43V9an8/s72-c/Foto+com+fundo+da+praia+de+Sines.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-5500741931864776676</id><published>2012-01-25T17:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-25T17:50:58.921Z</updated><title type='text'>NOITE GELADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o9R2xpX9Q7Y/TyBAJpss9sI/AAAAAAAABY0/DMmoJTKZYYU/s1600/Foto+com+montagem+entre+palmeiras.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o9R2xpX9Q7Y/TyBAJpss9sI/AAAAAAAABY0/DMmoJTKZYYU/s320/Foto+com+montagem+entre+palmeiras.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noite gelada !&lt;br /&gt;Lá longe,&lt;br /&gt;Distante...&lt;br /&gt;Ouço o mar,&lt;br /&gt;Com seu barulho peculiar,&lt;br /&gt;Falando com a noite !&lt;br /&gt;Perto de mim...&lt;br /&gt;O farol com sua luz intensa,&lt;br /&gt;Fulmina os Céus,&lt;br /&gt;Marcando a sua presença !&lt;br /&gt;O vento...&lt;br /&gt;Fustigando as árvores,&lt;br /&gt;Reclama o seu pedaço&lt;br /&gt;Na noite gelada !&lt;br /&gt;E eu...&lt;br /&gt;Abraçando o silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;Derramo as palavras&lt;br /&gt;Que tenho á mão,&lt;br /&gt;Gentilmente deixadas &lt;br /&gt;Pela inspiração !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NLHzTRJHGgQ/Tx_D0KxRwiI/AAAAAAAABYs/qwt_oBSQD-U/s1600/Fotos+minhas+sobrepostas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que estar só, não é solidão&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que chegar alto não é crescer&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que humildade não é submissão&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que olhar nem sempre é ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que a verdadeira sabedoria&lt;br /&gt;Por alguma circunstância&lt;br /&gt;Consiste no nosso dia a dia&lt;br /&gt;Conhecer a própria ignorância&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que com o punho cerrado&lt;br /&gt;Seja aqui ou em qualquer lado&lt;br /&gt;Não se pode dar um aperto de mão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que com frontalidade&lt;br /&gt;Saber estar e simplicidade&lt;br /&gt;Se tem uma boa educação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NLHzTRJHGgQ/Tx_D0KxRwiI/AAAAAAAABYs/qwt_oBSQD-U/s72-c/Fotos+minhas+sobrepostas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-9139880932161223695</id><published>2012-01-25T08:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-25T08:54:17.655Z</updated><title type='text'>TENTAR SER FELIZ ( Acróstico )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t46KVW708Wk/Tx_Bx2tiZYI/AAAAAAAABYk/XWl2t3UJudY/s1600/Foto+com+smile.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 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small;"&gt;indo e brincando com eles !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;em alegria, não posso ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;la, a felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;igorosamente é a minha meta !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;aço a minha vida valer a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;scuto o meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;uto pelos meus objectivos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;gnoro o que mal me faz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ango-me com injustiças !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-9139880932161223695?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/9139880932161223695/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=9139880932161223695' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-6538017999758184820</id><published>2012-01-22T06:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-22T06:17:22.005Z</updated><title type='text'>PÁGINAS ABERTAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SL2Ql4er5nQ/TxupDy1dmVI/AAAAAAAABYc/2XVDSvOGAvc/s1600/Foto+minha+em+livro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" nfa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SL2Ql4er5nQ/TxupDy1dmVI/AAAAAAAABYc/2XVDSvOGAvc/s320/Foto+minha+em+livro.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou como um livro aberto&lt;br /&gt;Levando a vida com alegria&lt;br /&gt;Cada página fica a descoberto&lt;br /&gt;Desvendando o meu dia a dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este livro quero partilhar&lt;br /&gt;Relatando muita coisa de mim&lt;br /&gt;Aos meus amigos vou inundar&lt;br /&gt;Com minha amizade até ao fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente quero apenas ser&lt;br /&gt;Uma página fácil de ler&lt;br /&gt;Onde todos me possam julgar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou alguém, que chora, que ri&lt;br /&gt;Semeando a amizade por aqui,&lt;br /&gt;Afinal um Ser humano vulgar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-6538017999758184820?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/6538017999758184820/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=6538017999758184820' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-39403556544608846</id><published>2012-01-22T06:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-22T06:09:55.945Z</updated><title type='text'>MENINO SOFRIDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Na-HKIJoQ_M/TxunYX4-2MI/AAAAAAAABYU/rFx6nArvgsI/s1600/Crian%25C3%25A7as+olhando+para+o+ar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nfa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Na-HKIJoQ_M/TxunYX4-2MI/AAAAAAAABYU/rFx6nArvgsI/s1600/Crian%25C3%25A7as+olhando+para+o+ar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela estrada da vida vou andando&lt;br /&gt;Levando comigo meu destino&lt;br /&gt;Quem passa por mim, vou perguntando&lt;br /&gt;Porque sofre tanto cada menino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sofrimento deles é bem atroz&lt;br /&gt;Nesta sua tumultuosa estrada&lt;br /&gt;A ninguém chega a sua voz&lt;br /&gt;Que pena quem manda não ver nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paremos então para pensar&lt;br /&gt;A melhor maneira de parar&lt;br /&gt;Esta tremenda desigualdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajudemos nossas crianças&lt;br /&gt;A ter fé e muitas esperanças&lt;br /&gt;E a fugir desta crueldade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-39403556544608846?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/39403556544608846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=39403556544608846' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-1978080871236137287</id><published>2012-01-21T06:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-21T06:40:59.718Z</updated><title type='text'>INFELIZ PAÍS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBj1OI3Inxw/TxpdKu8_4sI/AAAAAAAABYM/UVcrOR9npCE/s1600/Bandeira+Portuguesa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nfa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBj1OI3Inxw/TxpdKu8_4sI/AAAAAAAABYM/UVcrOR9npCE/s1600/Bandeira+Portuguesa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste País reina a tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Que em nada ajuda a Nação&lt;br /&gt;Todos sabem bem concerteza&lt;br /&gt;O motivo e a razão !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente caiu em desgraça&lt;br /&gt;Por culpa de alguns governantes&lt;br /&gt;Sinceramente não tem graça&lt;br /&gt;Nada já é como dantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E melhores dias não se espera&lt;br /&gt;Já não vou ver como isto era&lt;br /&gt;Para a minha indignação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há meia dúzia de abonados&lt;br /&gt;A jogar areia aos desgraçados&lt;br /&gt;Roubando-lhe a ilusão !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-1978080871236137287?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/1978080871236137287/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=1978080871236137287' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-889998706115050751</id><published>2012-01-21T06:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-21T06:35:35.921Z</updated><title type='text'>COMO OLHAR O ALENTEJO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rtoFj-z72Ps/Txpb8SDTz3I/AAAAAAAABYE/bmIJFNGbjMo/s1600/Praias+de+Sines%252C+mosaico.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nfa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rtoFj-z72Ps/Txpb8SDTz3I/AAAAAAAABYE/bmIJFNGbjMo/s1600/Praias+de+Sines%252C+mosaico.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem para o Alentejo olhar,&lt;br /&gt;Vê nele muita riqueza.&lt;br /&gt;Uma inesquecível beleza&lt;br /&gt;Que se deve perservar !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito rico em floresta,&lt;br /&gt;Tem praias de areia dourada.&lt;br /&gt;É uma zona que se presta&lt;br /&gt;Tem tanta gente modesta&lt;br /&gt;Que deve ser respeitada !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde sempre abandonado,&lt;br /&gt;Agora com muitos planos.&lt;br /&gt;O seu nome já é falado&lt;br /&gt;Mas esquecido há tantos anos !...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor : António José Gonçalves ( Nicolau )&lt;br /&gt;Poeta popular ( Sines )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-889998706115050751?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/889998706115050751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=889998706115050751' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-8868829672585537408</id><published>2012-01-21T06:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-21T06:30:02.151Z</updated><title type='text'>MAR, MEU ALIMENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SycmxwPNby4/TxparIfPvKI/AAAAAAAABX8/TamtT1GqSV8/s1600/Foto+minha+%252C+montagem+na+Costa+do+Norte.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nfa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SycmxwPNby4/TxparIfPvKI/AAAAAAAABX8/TamtT1GqSV8/s320/Foto+minha+%252C+montagem+na+Costa+do+Norte.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faço quadras de improviso&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto o prazer durar&lt;br /&gt;Nestas alturas bem preciso&lt;br /&gt;Da inspiração para ajudar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre ela está presente&lt;br /&gt;Quando estou necessitado&lt;br /&gt;Teima em ficar ausente&lt;br /&gt;Deixando-me bem desolado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí só tenho uma solução&lt;br /&gt;Ir procurar a inspiração&lt;br /&gt;Ao meu companheiro "mar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só ele me alimenta&lt;br /&gt;Transmitindo a ementa&lt;br /&gt;Para me poder salvar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-8868829672585537408?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/8868829672585537408/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=8868829672585537408' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-4590578169031465602</id><published>2012-01-21T04:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-21T04:32:06.154Z</updated><title type='text'>POETA A BRINCAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nluTat0vZU8/Txo--HyLggI/AAAAAAAABX0/qFn1ClS0DSU/s1600/FotocomlinkdepoesiaJFrutas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nfa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nluTat0vZU8/Txo--HyLggI/AAAAAAAABX0/qFn1ClS0DSU/s1600/FotocomlinkdepoesiaJFrutas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao escrever, sinto-me petiz&lt;br /&gt;Pois a brincar, aqui estou&lt;br /&gt;Ao fazê-lo, considero-me feliz&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando aquilo que eu sou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me gozo e muito prazer&lt;br /&gt;Agir desta simples maneira&lt;br /&gt;Todo o soneto que escrever&lt;br /&gt;É nascido por brincadeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço á inspiração&lt;br /&gt;Esta agradável emoção&lt;br /&gt;Que na poesia descobri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não parece, mas é verdade&lt;br /&gt;É completamente a realidade&lt;br /&gt;Que a brincar assim me vi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-4590578169031465602?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/4590578169031465602/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=4590578169031465602' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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alentejana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui a Santa Margarida&lt;br /&gt;E ás minas do Louzal&lt;br /&gt;Santa Susana tão querida&lt;br /&gt;Santiago florida&lt;br /&gt;Casa Branca e Escoural&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui a Cuba e Alfundão&lt;br /&gt;Até Álcacer do Sal&lt;br /&gt;De Grândola fui ao Torrão&lt;br /&gt;Com todos no coração&lt;br /&gt;Também cantei no Cercal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor : Aleixo dos Santos&lt;br /&gt;Poeta popular ( Sines )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-5790106190502413494?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/5790106190502413494/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;Alentejo minha Mãe cá me criou&lt;br /&gt;Alentejo minha terra te abraço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor : Aleixo dos Santos&lt;br /&gt;Poeta popular ( Sines )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-1157635362923430402?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/1157635362923430402/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=1157635362923430402' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/1157635362923430402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UIx3qMBjaqY/Txo6T8IbjlI/AAAAAAAABXs/ww42UTTaW-c/s1600/Praia+e+cidade+vista+a%25C3%25A9rea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="174" nfa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UIx3qMBjaqY/Txo6T8IbjlI/AAAAAAAABXs/ww42UTTaW-c/s320/Praia+e+cidade+vista+a%25C3%25A9rea.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh turista de Lisboa&lt;br /&gt;Que vives além do Tejo&lt;br /&gt;Se gostas de gente boa&lt;br /&gt;Embarca numa canoa&lt;br /&gt;E vem ver o Alentejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há tempo que não te vejo&lt;br /&gt;Nesta terra sempre boa&lt;br /&gt;Caso tenhas um ensejo&lt;br /&gt;Anda matar o desejo&lt;br /&gt;Deixa lá essa Lisboa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesta terra á beira-mar&lt;br /&gt;Das meninas com valor&lt;br /&gt;Vem turista passear&lt;br /&gt;Para que possas falar&lt;br /&gt;Da terra do meu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há gente que não sabia&lt;br /&gt;Desta terra sua fama&lt;br /&gt;Mas sabiam com alegria&lt;br /&gt;Que aqui nasceu um dia&lt;br /&gt;O nosso Vasco da Gama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor : Aleixo dos Santos&lt;br /&gt;poeta popular ( Sines )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-125728525881888328?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/125728525881888328/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=125728525881888328' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-7093186062541328635</id><published>2012-01-21T04:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-21T04:03:15.328Z</updated><title type='text'>OLHEI PARA O FIRMAMENTO</title><content type='html'>Olhei para o firmamento deslumbrante&lt;br /&gt;Estrelas eu via cintilar, resplandescentes&lt;br /&gt;Onde na terra esvoaçavam inocentes&lt;br /&gt;Avezinhas no alegre chilrear constante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num vale um rio correndo suavemente&lt;br /&gt;Perguntando aos planaltos onde está o mar?&lt;br /&gt;Estou cansado de correr para lá chegar&lt;br /&gt;Para no meu leito dormir eternamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ó serras, ó vales, ó planicies, contai&lt;br /&gt;Porque é tão diversa e poderosa a natureza&lt;br /&gt;Porque existe tanta alegria e tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Porque é que vem a morte, e tudo levai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ó mar salgado, infinito e profundo&lt;br /&gt;Horroroso cemitério de tantas gentes:&lt;br /&gt;És o grande Senhor dos cinco continentes&lt;br /&gt;Mas só Deus omnipotente, domina o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autora : Antónia Matilde Teresa Romão,&lt;br /&gt;poetisa popular ( Sines ) do seu livro&lt;br /&gt;" Riso das marés "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-7093186062541328635?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/7093186062541328635/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=7093186062541328635' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/7093186062541328635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/7093186062541328635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2012/01/olhei-para-o-firmamento.html' title='OLHEI PARA O FIRMAMENTO'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-2065711638338208815</id><published>2012-01-21T03:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-21T03:56:04.673Z</updated><title type='text'>MINHA JANELA</title><content type='html'>Quando da minha janela&lt;br /&gt;Porém através daquela&lt;br /&gt;Aberta de par em par&lt;br /&gt;Fresquinha como uma rosa&lt;br /&gt;Eu te esperava ansiosa&lt;br /&gt;Á linda luz do luar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhando para a minha rua&lt;br /&gt;Via o esplendor da lua&lt;br /&gt;Contemplando o momento&lt;br /&gt;Via as estrelas brilhar&lt;br /&gt;E vias duas a par&lt;br /&gt;Teus olhos no firmamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que maravilha que via&lt;br /&gt;De felicidade sorria&lt;br /&gt;Talvez por leviandade&lt;br /&gt;Quis Deus que assim fosse&lt;br /&gt;Minha janela fechou-se&lt;br /&gt;Apenas ficou saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autora : Antónia Matilde Teresa Romão&lt;br /&gt;Poetisa popular ( Sines )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-2065711638338208815?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/2065711638338208815/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=2065711638338208815' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/2065711638338208815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/2065711638338208815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2012/01/minha-janela.html' title='MINHA JANELA'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-6976615781055425677</id><published>2012-01-21T01:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-21T01:32:52.785Z</updated><title type='text'>POESIA ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_9cxd3LzdnU/TxoTEcI83TI/AAAAAAAABXk/iC-mRsF7ptQ/s1600/Foto+minha+em+livro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" nfa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_9cxd3LzdnU/TxoTEcI83TI/AAAAAAAABXk/iC-mRsF7ptQ/s320/Foto+minha+em+livro.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perguntei a mim próprio,&lt;br /&gt;O que seria a Poesia ?&lt;br /&gt;Para mim...&lt;br /&gt;Continua a ser&lt;br /&gt;A minha brincadeira preferida !&lt;br /&gt;Poesia é...&lt;br /&gt;Brincar com as palavras,&lt;br /&gt;Soltá-las ao vento,&lt;br /&gt;Libertá-las da nossa mente,&lt;br /&gt;Inundá-las de emoção&lt;br /&gt;E derramadas onde se vejam !&lt;br /&gt;Poesia é...&lt;br /&gt;Algo belo vivido intensamente, &lt;br /&gt;Exteriorizar sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;E dar a conhecer o seu caminho !&lt;br /&gt;Poesia, não se aprende, não se ensina,&lt;br /&gt;Nasce e morre conosco !&lt;br /&gt;Poesia é...&lt;br /&gt;Falar sem respostas ter,&lt;br /&gt;Dar vida ás folhas já gastas !&lt;br /&gt;Poesia é...&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente,&lt;br /&gt;O derramar pelo caneta&lt;br /&gt;De um pedaço de nós !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-6976615781055425677?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_9cxd3LzdnU/TxoTEcI83TI/AAAAAAAABXk/iC-mRsF7ptQ/s72-c/Foto+minha+em+livro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-7240074913630074634</id><published>2012-01-21T00:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-21T00:54:45.421Z</updated><title type='text'>SINES...SIMPLESMENTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M3A233hBQkE/TxoLw7t6DvI/AAAAAAAABXc/pYLsqrtHNRk/s1600/Sines%252C+cabo+e+tr%25C3%25AAs+fotos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nfa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M3A233hBQkE/TxoLw7t6DvI/AAAAAAAABXc/pYLsqrtHNRk/s320/Sines%252C+cabo+e+tr%25C3%25AAs+fotos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sines, aqui nasci, daqui sou&lt;br /&gt;Sines, eu de ti sou um pedaço&lt;br /&gt;Sines, minha Mãe cá me criou&lt;br /&gt;Sines, terra linda eu te abraço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sines, ao elogiar-te sou suspeito&lt;br /&gt;Sines, onde&amp;nbsp;todos os dias&amp;nbsp;me encanto&lt;br /&gt;Sines, transporto-te no meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Sines, gosto sempre de ti tanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sines, ficas a sul do Tejo&lt;br /&gt;Sines, princesa do Alentejo&lt;br /&gt;Sines, dás beleza a este litoral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sines, delicias quem te visita&lt;br /&gt;Sines, terra tão bela e bonita&lt;br /&gt;Sines, maravilha do nosso Portugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div 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Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M3A233hBQkE/TxoLw7t6DvI/AAAAAAAABXc/pYLsqrtHNRk/s72-c/Sines%252C+cabo+e+tr%25C3%25AAs+fotos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-4737745169581370024</id><published>2012-01-20T23:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-20T23:51:49.501Z</updated><title type='text'>MINHA AUTO-ANÁLISE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FI4AZS12Yak/Txn9NUr36lI/AAAAAAAABXU/svI-ZZsdifE/s1600/Fotos+minhas+em+p%25C3%25A1ginas+de+livro.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nfa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FI4AZS12Yak/Txn9NUr36lI/AAAAAAAABXU/svI-ZZsdifE/s320/Fotos+minhas+em+p%25C3%25A1ginas+de+livro.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exteriorizo sentimentos,&lt;br /&gt;Segredos não tenho nenhum.&lt;br /&gt;Sou um livro de momentos,&lt;br /&gt;Que partilho com qualquer um !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho bandeira ou estandarte,&lt;br /&gt;Dos mortais sou o mais comum.&lt;br /&gt;Que sendo de toda a parte,&lt;br /&gt;Não sou de lugar nenhum !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reconheço que tenho de defeitos&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se há homens perfeitos&lt;br /&gt;Assumo-o com frontalidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada estou arrependido&lt;br /&gt;De todo o meu tempo vivido&lt;br /&gt;Essa é a grande realidade !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-4737745169581370024?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/4737745169581370024/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=4737745169581370024' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/4737745169581370024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/4737745169581370024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2012/01/minha-auto-analise.html' title='MINHA AUTO-ANÁLISE'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FI4AZS12Yak/Txn9NUr36lI/AAAAAAAABXU/svI-ZZsdifE/s72-c/Fotos+minhas+em+p%25C3%25A1ginas+de+livro.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-1723362325624083359</id><published>2012-01-20T23:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-20T23:46:19.049Z</updated><title type='text'>MAR / AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1txBVbUMric/Txn7PVRorxI/AAAAAAAABXM/NP8urR5H9P0/s1600/Fotos+minhas%252C+montagem+na+Costa+do+Norte.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nfa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1txBVbUMric/Txn7PVRorxI/AAAAAAAABXM/NP8urR5H9P0/s320/Fotos+minhas%252C+montagem+na+Costa+do+Norte.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo sonetos ao mar,&lt;br /&gt;Faço poemas de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Ao primeiro vou-me inspirar,&lt;br /&gt;Do segundo tenho o sabor !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mar integra a minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;É meu local de eleição.&lt;br /&gt;O amor é a coisa mais querida,&lt;br /&gt;Que acontece no meu coração !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambos fazem parte de mim&lt;br /&gt;Acompanham-me até ao fim&lt;br /&gt;Nesta minha caminhada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos dois continuarei a escrever&lt;br /&gt;Faço-o com imenso prazer&lt;br /&gt;Satisfazendo esta cruzada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-1723362325624083359?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/1723362325624083359/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=1723362325624083359' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/1723362325624083359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/1723362325624083359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2012/01/mar-amor.html' title='MAR / AMOR'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1txBVbUMric/Txn7PVRorxI/AAAAAAAABXM/NP8urR5H9P0/s72-c/Fotos+minhas%252C+montagem+na+Costa+do+Norte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-6255146698360748723</id><published>2012-01-20T23:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-20T23:37:41.978Z</updated><title type='text'>29 DE FEVEREIRO</title><content type='html'>Vinte e nove de Fevereiro&lt;br /&gt;Para surgir tem pretexto&lt;br /&gt;Aparece sempre altaneiro&lt;br /&gt;Em cada ano bissexto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O movimento de translacção&lt;br /&gt;Tem um dia muito particular&lt;br /&gt;Só aparece numa ocasião&lt;br /&gt;Demora quatro anos a chegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por cada ano que passamos&lt;br /&gt;Temos seis horas que juntamos&lt;br /&gt;Ficando elas a aguardar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quarto ano por fim&lt;br /&gt;Vinte e quatro horas enfim&lt;br /&gt;Fazem esse dia chegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-6255146698360748723?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/6255146698360748723/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=6255146698360748723' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/6255146698360748723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/6255146698360748723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2012/01/29-de-fevereiro.html' title='29 DE FEVEREIRO'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-5623246517577718061</id><published>2012-01-13T05:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-13T05:38:14.545Z</updated><title type='text'>BALADA DA VEVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAOIkuHvsRg/Tw_ARU-80GI/AAAAAAAABXE/XwXGhaI1Gzg/s1600/Neve.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAOIkuHvsRg/Tw_ARU-80GI/AAAAAAAABXE/XwXGhaI1Gzg/s1600/Neve.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bate leve, levemente&lt;br /&gt;Como quem chama por mim.&lt;br /&gt;Será chuva ? Será gente ?&lt;br /&gt;Gente não é, certamente&lt;br /&gt;E a chuva não bate assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É talvez a ventania :&lt;br /&gt;Mas há pouco, há poucochinho,&lt;br /&gt;Nem uma agula bulia&lt;br /&gt;Na quieta melancolia&lt;br /&gt;Dos pinheiros do caminho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem bate, assim, levemente&lt;br /&gt;Com tão estranha leveza,&lt;br /&gt;Que mal se ouve, mal se sente ?&lt;br /&gt;Não é chuva, nem é gente,&lt;br /&gt;Nem é vento com certeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui ver. A neve caía&lt;br /&gt;Do azul cinzento do céu,&lt;br /&gt;Branca e leve, branca e fria...&lt;br /&gt;- Há quanto tempo a não via ?&lt;br /&gt;E que saudades, Deus meu !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho-a através da vidraça.&lt;br /&gt;Pôs tudo da cor do linho,&lt;br /&gt;Passa gente e, quando passa&lt;br /&gt;Os passos imprime e traça&lt;br /&gt;Na brancura do caminho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fico olhando esses sinais&lt;br /&gt;Da pobre gente que avança,&lt;br /&gt;E noto, por entre os mais,&lt;br /&gt;Os traços miniaturais&lt;br /&gt;Duns pézitos de criança...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E descalcinhos, doridos...&lt;br /&gt;A neve deixa ainda vê-los,&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro, bem definidos,&lt;br /&gt;Depois, em sulcos compridos,&lt;br /&gt;Porque não podia erguê-los !...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que quem já é pecador&lt;br /&gt;Sofra tormentos, enfim !&lt;br /&gt;Mas as crianças, Senhor,&lt;br /&gt;Porque lhes dáis tanta dor ?!...&lt;br /&gt;Porque padecem assim ?!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E uma infinita tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;Uma funda turbação&lt;br /&gt;Entra em mim, fica em mim presa.&lt;br /&gt;Cai neve na natureza&lt;br /&gt;- E cai no meu coração !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor : AUGUSTO GIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-5623246517577718061?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/5623246517577718061/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=5623246517577718061' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/5623246517577718061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/5623246517577718061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2012/01/balada-da-veve.html' title='BALADA DA VEVE'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAOIkuHvsRg/Tw_ARU-80GI/AAAAAAAABXE/XwXGhaI1Gzg/s72-c/Neve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-391679545403130928</id><published>2012-01-13T04:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-13T04:43:39.717Z</updated><title type='text'>AMIGO NÃO É QUALQUER UM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HEfMbo5QDZI/Tw-1OCNSlBI/AAAAAAAABW8/ZTY1yM82_Bo/s1600/APLAUSOSPOR.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HEfMbo5QDZI/Tw-1OCNSlBI/AAAAAAAABW8/ZTY1yM82_Bo/s320/APLAUSOSPOR.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tão bom ter um amigo&lt;br /&gt;Que nos dê a devida atenção&lt;br /&gt;Que esteja sempre contigo&lt;br /&gt;E te conforte o coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser do Sul ou do Norte&lt;br /&gt;É irrelevante esse pormenor&lt;br /&gt;Que nos traga sempre sorte&lt;br /&gt;E deseje o nosso melhor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser de qualquer País&lt;br /&gt;Importante é que te faça feliz&lt;br /&gt;Que te ampare e te proteja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que todos os dias diga presente&lt;br /&gt;Provando que é boa gente&lt;br /&gt;É isso que todo o mundo deseja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-391679545403130928?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/391679545403130928/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=391679545403130928' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/391679545403130928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/391679545403130928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2012/01/amigo-nao-e-qualquer-um.html' title='AMIGO NÃO É QUALQUER UM'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HEfMbo5QDZI/Tw-1OCNSlBI/AAAAAAAABW8/ZTY1yM82_Bo/s72-c/APLAUSOSPOR.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-2089767284730752470</id><published>2012-01-13T04:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-13T04:35:43.054Z</updated><title type='text'>SOM DA NOITE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5_2yhzIHEew/Tw-zpkV1nNI/AAAAAAAABW0/y19-Dmh1lkY/s1600/Foto+com+montagem+entre+palmeiras.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5_2yhzIHEew/Tw-zpkV1nNI/AAAAAAAABW0/y19-Dmh1lkY/s320/Foto+com+montagem+entre+palmeiras.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O relógio caminha para as quatro horas,&lt;br /&gt;Numa madrugada ruidosa !&lt;br /&gt;Lá fora...&lt;br /&gt;O vento silva intensamente,&lt;br /&gt;Com seu barulho ensurdecedor,&lt;br /&gt;Fustigando as árvores indefesas !&lt;br /&gt;Lá longe...&lt;br /&gt;O mar descarrega sobre as rochas,&lt;br /&gt;O seu ímpeto descontrolado !&lt;br /&gt;Na noite escura...&lt;br /&gt;Rasgando o Céu,&lt;br /&gt;Surge a luz intensa do farol,&lt;br /&gt;Reclamando a sua presença !&lt;br /&gt;Assim...&lt;br /&gt;Vai caminhando a noite&lt;br /&gt;Em direcção a um novo dia !&lt;br /&gt;Oh, noite...&lt;br /&gt;Que vinho tão embriagante&lt;br /&gt;Me deste tu a beber,&lt;br /&gt;Para te adorar assim tanto ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-2089767284730752470?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/2089767284730752470/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=2089767284730752470' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/2089767284730752470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/2089767284730752470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2012/01/som-da-noite.html' title='SOM DA NOITE'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5_2yhzIHEew/Tw-zpkV1nNI/AAAAAAAABW0/y19-Dmh1lkY/s72-c/Foto+com+montagem+entre+palmeiras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-6909338444724541696</id><published>2012-01-12T05:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-12T05:01:04.035Z</updated><title type='text'>REFLEXÃO - TEMPO DOS AMIGOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5nDws_iyL6c/Tw5n-fWY-pI/AAAAAAAABWs/EMVSL_TVNb4/s1600/Amizade%252C+o+destino+une+e....bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5nDws_iyL6c/Tw5n-fWY-pI/AAAAAAAABWs/EMVSL_TVNb4/s1600/Amizade%252C+o+destino+une+e....bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes...&lt;br /&gt;Deixamos passar o tempo, porque não temos tempo&lt;br /&gt;para dedicar a quem gostamos !&lt;br /&gt;Depois, de um dia para o outro, o tempo leva-nos e&lt;br /&gt;aí é tarde para trazer o tempo !&lt;br /&gt;Hoje...&lt;br /&gt;Fiz parar o tempo, &lt;br /&gt;para dizer aos meus amigos o quanto os adoro...&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado...&lt;br /&gt;Por ontem, hoje e que amanhã,&lt;br /&gt;tenhamos tempo para dizer que os bons amigos&lt;br /&gt;nunca se esquecem !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-6909338444724541696?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/6909338444724541696/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=6909338444724541696' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/6909338444724541696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/6909338444724541696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2012/01/reflexao-tempo-dos-amigos.html' title='REFLEXÃO - TEMPO DOS AMIGOS'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5nDws_iyL6c/Tw5n-fWY-pI/AAAAAAAABWs/EMVSL_TVNb4/s72-c/Amizade%252C+o+destino+une+e....bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-1144429743171796274</id><published>2012-01-12T04:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-12T04:54:15.274Z</updated><title type='text'>VIVENDO MELHOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L5Z8oKY9Qhk/Tw5kSKXSChI/AAAAAAAABWk/fkCrJe9Gq2k/s1600/Fotominharecentecomblingee.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L5Z8oKY9Qhk/Tw5kSKXSChI/AAAAAAAABWk/fkCrJe9Gq2k/s1600/Fotominharecentecomblingee.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dê as boas vindas a cada manhã com um sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;Enfrente o novo dia como outro presente especial do Criador, outra oportunidade de ouro para concluir aquilo que não foi capaz de acabar ontem.&lt;br /&gt;Seja entusiasta !&lt;br /&gt;Deixe a sua primeira hora dar o mote para o êxito que se repercutirá no dia todo. O hoje nunca voltará a acontecer. Não o desperdice com uma falsa partida ou sem sequer partir. Tu não nasceste para fracassar.&lt;br /&gt;Construa este dia com base em pensamentos agradáveis. Deixe a visão que tem dentro do coração ser o projecto da sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;Sorria !&lt;br /&gt;Esqueça as derrotas de ontem e ignore os problemas de amanhã. O " agora " é que é importante. É tudo o que tem. Faça dele o melhor dia do ano.&lt;br /&gt;Este é o seu dia !&lt;br /&gt;A partir de hoje, dê a todas as pessoas, toda a atenção, bondade, compreensão e amor que conseguir reunir. E faça-o sem pensar em qualquer recompensa. A sua vida nunca mais voltará a ser a mesma. &lt;br /&gt;Ria-se de si próprio e da vida !&lt;br /&gt;Não por troça, mas como um remédio, uma droga milagrosa que aliviará a dor que sente, curará a sua depressão e eliminará a tensão, as preocupações e as aflições. Ria-se das situações desagradáveis por que passa. Nunca se leve demasiado a sério.&lt;br /&gt;Estenda a mão !&lt;br /&gt;Partilhe !&lt;br /&gt;Sorria !&lt;br /&gt;Abrace !&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade é uma fragrância que não se pode derramar sobre os outros sem que algumas gotas caiam em cima de si.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extractos do livro " Melhor maneira de viver ",&lt;br /&gt;do escritor norte-americano " Og Mandino "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-1144429743171796274?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/1144429743171796274/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=1144429743171796274' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/1144429743171796274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/1144429743171796274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2012/01/vivendo-melhor.html' title='VIVENDO MELHOR'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L5Z8oKY9Qhk/Tw5kSKXSChI/AAAAAAAABWk/fkCrJe9Gq2k/s72-c/Fotominharecentecomblingee.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-6489616277145647041</id><published>2012-01-12T04:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-12T04:38:36.219Z</updated><title type='text'>SER POSITIVO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bisEpMjx5dk/Tw5izHdi8PI/AAAAAAAABWc/P7NJt9eEDIw/s1600/Foto+com+smile.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bisEpMjx5dk/Tw5izHdi8PI/AAAAAAAABWc/P7NJt9eEDIw/s320/Foto+com+smile.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Significa ser aberto e amigável para com os outros !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Significa não fazer o que os outros mandam !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Significa escolher conscientemente o melhor lado da vida !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Significa não ver o mundo através de óculos cor de rosa !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Significa gostar de si próprio e dos outros !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Significa interessar-se pelas pessoas á sua volta !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Significa preocupar-se menos e apreciar mais a vida !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Significa ver o lado bom das coisas em vez de encher a cabeça de problemas !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É seu dever sentir-se bem consigo mesmo !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-6489616277145647041?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/6489616277145647041/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=6489616277145647041' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/6489616277145647041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/6489616277145647041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2012/01/ser-positivo.html' title='SER POSITIVO'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bisEpMjx5dk/Tw5izHdi8PI/AAAAAAAABWc/P7NJt9eEDIw/s72-c/Foto+com+smile.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-4739020166892282617</id><published>2011-12-19T06:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-19T06:48:43.626Z</updated><title type='text'>DESTINO ESCRITO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9_qpM0_6jrs/Tu7dYtj7atI/AAAAAAAABWU/bvF0qaRQGoI/s1600/Foto+minha+com+Globo+e+recado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9_qpM0_6jrs/Tu7dYtj7atI/AAAAAAAABWU/bvF0qaRQGoI/s1600/Foto+minha+com+Globo+e+recado.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou navegando ao sabor do destino&lt;br /&gt;Assim o meu caminho é feito&lt;br /&gt;Creio nesta forma desde menino&lt;br /&gt;Convenço-me que não é de outro jeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que me irá acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Deduzo que já esteja escrito&lt;br /&gt;O dia a dia deu-me isso a ver&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais no destino acredito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loucura, poderão todos julgar&lt;br /&gt;Como poderei assim divagar&lt;br /&gt;Ao fazer esta constatação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desculpem, mas algo pressinto&lt;br /&gt;Pois bem, é aquilo que sinto&lt;br /&gt;E que me diz meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-4739020166892282617?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/4739020166892282617/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=4739020166892282617' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/4739020166892282617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/4739020166892282617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/12/destino-escrito.html' title='DESTINO ESCRITO'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9_qpM0_6jrs/Tu7dYtj7atI/AAAAAAAABWU/bvF0qaRQGoI/s72-c/Foto+minha+com+Globo+e+recado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-3370029323043271188</id><published>2011-12-19T06:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-19T06:43:30.886Z</updated><title type='text'>MAR DE MAGIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bIwJU9FbmpI/Tu7cWUdS48I/AAAAAAAABWM/CUdcmV1kwp8/s1600/Praia+da+Costa+no+Norte+vista+do+canto+de+mosqueiro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bIwJU9FbmpI/Tu7cWUdS48I/AAAAAAAABWM/CUdcmV1kwp8/s320/Praia+da+Costa+no+Norte+vista+do+canto+de+mosqueiro.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junto a este mar maravilhoso&lt;br /&gt;Mais um soneto eu fiz&lt;br /&gt;Tem um não sei quê de misterioso&lt;br /&gt;Que me deixa tão feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espera-me enfeitiçado&lt;br /&gt;Com uma tremenda magia&lt;br /&gt;Fico completamente extasiado&lt;br /&gt;Dando largas á minha alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabo por ser refém&lt;br /&gt;da prisão que ele não tem&lt;br /&gt;Ele é o simbolo da liberdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberto e desperto a mente&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias estou presente&lt;br /&gt;Sonhando com a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-3370029323043271188?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/3370029323043271188/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=3370029323043271188' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/3370029323043271188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/3370029323043271188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/12/mar-de-magia.html' title='MAR DE MAGIA'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bIwJU9FbmpI/Tu7cWUdS48I/AAAAAAAABWM/CUdcmV1kwp8/s72-c/Praia+da+Costa+no+Norte+vista+do+canto+de+mosqueiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-7060209610629512945</id><published>2011-12-19T06:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-19T06:38:34.811Z</updated><title type='text'>MAR, MINHA PERDIÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IAqeTZ_n6CE/Tu7bLEOShSI/AAAAAAAABWE/rSTfz_rts44/s1600/n552097793_1452804_6689.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IAqeTZ_n6CE/Tu7bLEOShSI/AAAAAAAABWE/rSTfz_rts44/s320/n552097793_1452804_6689.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto muito do meu mar&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando está revoltado&lt;br /&gt;É a natureza a comandar&lt;br /&gt;Este monstro quando está irado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independentemente do estado&lt;br /&gt;Em que o possa encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Fico por demais encantado&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que o vou visitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por palavras não sei descrever&lt;br /&gt;Nem quantificar o prazer&lt;br /&gt;Que grassa em meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem algo de tão especial&lt;br /&gt;Que como ele, não há igual&lt;br /&gt;Meu mar, minha perdição !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-7060209610629512945?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/7060209610629512945/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=7060209610629512945' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/7060209610629512945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/7060209610629512945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/12/mar-minha-perdicao.html' title='MAR, MINHA PERDIÇÃO'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IAqeTZ_n6CE/Tu7bLEOShSI/AAAAAAAABWE/rSTfz_rts44/s72-c/n552097793_1452804_6689.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-6747153237120831245</id><published>2011-12-19T06:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-19T06:33:52.833Z</updated><title type='text'>MÃE, SAUDADES !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Byg25945r4k/Tu7aE6CiKbI/AAAAAAAABV8/sNbJAp-59Gw/s1600/Foto+com+montagem+no+oceano.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="279" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Byg25945r4k/Tu7aE6CiKbI/AAAAAAAABV8/sNbJAp-59Gw/s320/Foto+com+montagem+no+oceano.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das mulheres que conheci&lt;br /&gt;Uma há que sempre amei&lt;br /&gt;Mãe, estou a me referir a ti&lt;br /&gt;Pois jamais te esquecerei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma estrela, minha Mãezinha&lt;br /&gt;Brilhando no meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Aquela estrela que foi minha&lt;br /&gt;Abandonou-me na escuridão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei sem teu amor profundo&lt;br /&gt;De certeza único no mundo&lt;br /&gt;Que com ele muito aprendi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser Mãe é um dom divino&lt;br /&gt;Quem o diz é o " teu menino "&lt;br /&gt;Que tem muitas saudades de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-6747153237120831245?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/6747153237120831245/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=6747153237120831245' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/6747153237120831245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/6747153237120831245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/12/mae-saudades.html' title='MÃE, SAUDADES !'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Byg25945r4k/Tu7aE6CiKbI/AAAAAAAABV8/sNbJAp-59Gw/s72-c/Foto+com+montagem+no+oceano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-292449917926176159</id><published>2011-12-19T06:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-19T06:28:38.401Z</updated><title type='text'>LUFADA DE AR FRESCO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ajE9-ibsuE/Tu7Xcs9gfQI/AAAAAAAABV0/KxmOeggHcdA/s1600/Foto+montagem+no+meio+de+onda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ajE9-ibsuE/Tu7Xcs9gfQI/AAAAAAAABV0/KxmOeggHcdA/s320/Foto+montagem+no+meio+de+onda.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho uma vida feliz !&lt;br /&gt;Presto atenção a todas as coisas positivas que acontecem á minha volta todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto melhor me apercebo destas coisas boas, mais feliz me sinto.&lt;br /&gt;Enfrento os problemas de uma forma calma e eficiente á medida que me aparecem.&lt;br /&gt;Os problemas são positivos e tenho a certeza de que poderei sempre resolvê-los de uma forma fácil.&lt;br /&gt;Acredito em mim próprio !&lt;br /&gt;Disponho de força necessária para avançar.&lt;br /&gt;A confiança nas minhas capacidades aumenta diáriamente, e ao mesmo tempo a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;torna.se cada vez mais agradável.&lt;br /&gt;Deixo o passado para trás e procuro recomeçar todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;Afasto a tristeza e a angústia e enfrento o mundo como uma pessoa nova e positiva.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o corpo preenchido de força e de saúde !&lt;br /&gt;Os meus pensamentos, cheios de optimismo e alegria, concentram-se na minha felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me invadido por uma sensação de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Amo a vida e sigo uma voz que me guia sempre do mesmo modo.&lt;br /&gt;Alguém está á minha espera algures, e vou certamente encontrar esse alguém no melhor momento&lt;br /&gt;e no melhor local.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-292449917926176159?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/292449917926176159/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=292449917926176159' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/292449917926176159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/292449917926176159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/12/lufada-de-ar-fresco.html' title='LUFADA DE AR FRESCO'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ajE9-ibsuE/Tu7Xcs9gfQI/AAAAAAAABV0/KxmOeggHcdA/s72-c/Foto+montagem+no+meio+de+onda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-3393226345183785577</id><published>2011-12-19T06:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-19T06:17:27.995Z</updated><title type='text'>O PODER DO AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AhNKnP7XLqQ/Tu7Vw4xqGZI/AAAAAAAABVs/iCZG_Yv0F5Q/s1600/Cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+de+fumo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AhNKnP7XLqQ/Tu7Vw4xqGZI/AAAAAAAABVs/iCZG_Yv0F5Q/s320/Cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+de+fumo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar é sentir no peito a felicidade !&lt;br /&gt;Amar é sentir a ausência de alguém !&lt;br /&gt;Amar é ver na saudade uma prova de amor !&lt;br /&gt;Amar é viver um momento de paixão !&lt;br /&gt;Amar é sentir no prazer o gozo !&lt;br /&gt;Amar é compreender o espaço do outro !&lt;br /&gt;Amar é sentir o prazer no prazer e nunca deixá-lo faltar !&lt;br /&gt;Amar não é o prender...o enjaular...é sempre aprender a soltar !&lt;br /&gt;Amar não é só estar presente, é dar liberdade como presente, mesmo longe...mesmo ausente !&lt;br /&gt;Um dia se não for amado...&lt;br /&gt;Saberei me afastar.&lt;br /&gt;Isso também é amar !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-3393226345183785577?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/3393226345183785577/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=3393226345183785577' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/3393226345183785577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/3393226345183785577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-poder-do-amor.html' title='O PODER DO AMOR'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AhNKnP7XLqQ/Tu7Vw4xqGZI/AAAAAAAABVs/iCZG_Yv0F5Q/s72-c/Cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+de+fumo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-7601115870551857427</id><published>2011-12-19T06:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-19T06:10:58.242Z</updated><title type='text'>ALEGRIA DE VIVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iYK0zM2-GVA/Tu7UnmTZTvI/AAAAAAAABVk/MdJIGI-AzMI/s1600/Fotominhaemgloboterrestre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iYK0zM2-GVA/Tu7UnmTZTvI/AAAAAAAABVk/MdJIGI-AzMI/s1600/Fotominhaemgloboterrestre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O passado terminou. Aprendamos com ele e deixemo-lo ir.&lt;br /&gt;O futuro ainda não está aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Planeemos, sim, mas não gastemos o tempo a preocuparmo-nos com ele.&lt;br /&gt;A preocupação é uma perda de tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Quando pararmos de ruminar sobre o que já aconteceu, quando pararmos de nos preocupar com o que poderá nunca a vir a acontecer, então estaremos no momento presente.&lt;br /&gt;Só então começaremos a experimentar a alegria de viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-7601115870551857427?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/7601115870551857427/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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do diálogo !&lt;br /&gt;Acredito em mim !&lt;br /&gt;Tenho espírito de iniciativa !&lt;br /&gt;Estou atento a tudo o que se passa á minha volta !&lt;br /&gt;Encaro cada desafio como uma nova viagem !&lt;br /&gt;Tenho dominio sobre as situações, não me deixo levar por elas !&lt;br /&gt;Agarro as oportunidades que a vida me dá !&lt;br /&gt;Sei o que quero e o que não quero !&lt;br /&gt;Só erra quem está a aprender a fazer a coisa certa !&lt;br /&gt;Não desisto dos meus sonhos !&lt;br /&gt;O amor enche o meu coração de alegria !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-5101726313972749386?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/5101726313972749386/comments/default' title='Enviar 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dLHMPTSBlT8/Tu7TUFu-bDI/AAAAAAAABVc/CyxsagbSHO8/s72-c/Foto+com+montagem+entre+palmeiras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-3563076177275619081</id><published>2011-12-18T04:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-18T04:07:28.643Z</updated><title type='text'>MODESTE HOMENAGEM Á MINHA TERRA ( SINES ) - Acróstico com meu nome e alcunha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3lpgfCVDbB4/Tu1j7GDLfwI/AAAAAAAABVU/Xq1sttAJ_DE/s1600/Praia+de+Sines+com+castelo+em+fundo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3lpgfCVDbB4/Tu1j7GDLfwI/AAAAAAAABVU/Xq1sttAJ_DE/s1600/Praia+de+Sines+com+castelo+em+fundo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;anela sobre o atlântico,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ndas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;astejando pelo areal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;uiando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ste meu mar !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;arcos navegam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;umando ao desconhecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;mparáveis nas suas odisseias !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;erra bendita e linda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;strela do meu universo, tu és...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;implesmente a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;rincesa do meu Alentejo !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;m tudo revelas beleza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ainha do meu reino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;manas luz e cor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;rradias tua riqueza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;osto sem igual,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;braças sempre quem te visita !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;( Alcunha )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;onte inesgotável de inspiração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;asgas sorrateiramente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;m oceano ímpar !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ransportas algo diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ssim é a minha cidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ines !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso e esta simples&lt;br /&gt;brincadeira, homenageando a minha&lt;br /&gt;linda terra ( Sines )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-3563076177275619081?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/3563076177275619081/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3lpgfCVDbB4/Tu1j7GDLfwI/AAAAAAAABVU/Xq1sttAJ_DE/s72-c/Praia+de+Sines+com+castelo+em+fundo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-6432967148709619542</id><published>2011-12-17T02:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-17T02:02:19.289Z</updated><title type='text'>ANIVERSÁRIO TOMÁS / TIAGO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fvYQtg64bZM/Tuv3KHNq06I/AAAAAAAABVM/_pWtxjiFdWo/s1600/APLAUSOSPOR.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fvYQtg64bZM/Tuv3KHNq06I/AAAAAAAABVM/_pWtxjiFdWo/s320/APLAUSOSPOR.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, vinte e dois de Dezembro&lt;br /&gt;Fazem anos os meus sobrinhos&lt;br /&gt;Meu Deus, como me lembro&lt;br /&gt;Da imensa alegria dos Paizinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passados que são três anos&lt;br /&gt;Nesta época de muita Paz&lt;br /&gt;Cá estão sorridentes os manos&lt;br /&gt;Que se chamam Tiago e Tomás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estes gémeos maravilhosos&lt;br /&gt;De corações tão luminosos&lt;br /&gt;Deixam-me muito deslumbrado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para eles um aniversário feliz&lt;br /&gt;Qual deles o mais "danado" petiz&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fica um abraço do tio " babado "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;( Frutas )&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando uma singela homenagem&lt;br /&gt;a estes extraordinários Seres que&lt;br /&gt;são estes putos maravilhosos.&lt;br /&gt;Bem hajam Tiago e Tomás&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-6432967148709619542?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fvYQtg64bZM/Tuv3KHNq06I/AAAAAAAABVM/_pWtxjiFdWo/s72-c/APLAUSOSPOR.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-1004705299272595233</id><published>2011-12-17T01:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-17T01:53:41.956Z</updated><title type='text'>SER POETA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIfbYlU4mcU/Tuv1T_xAFAI/AAAAAAAABVE/rFtqTSjhAW4/s1600/escrever1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIfbYlU4mcU/Tuv1T_xAFAI/AAAAAAAABVE/rFtqTSjhAW4/s320/escrever1.jpg" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É fantasiar a vida e dar-lhe mais cor !&lt;br /&gt;É fazer bonitas as coisas feias !&lt;br /&gt;É não ser tonto, mas sim sonhador !&lt;br /&gt;É um não sei quê que lhe corre nas veias !&lt;br /&gt;É navegador onde não há água !&lt;br /&gt;É percorrer uma estrada que já não existe !&lt;br /&gt;É continuar a sonhar, mesmo estando triste !&lt;br /&gt;É ler palavras que o tempo apagou !&lt;br /&gt;É viajar no silêncio que nada responde !&lt;br /&gt;É encher com palavras, vidas vazias !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-1004705299272595233?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/1004705299272595233/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-6814912699648003310</id><published>2011-12-13T03:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-13T03:06:13.218Z</updated><title type='text'>AGARRAR A INSPIRAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OcRqYiTaUI/TubAFj-POFI/AAAAAAAABU8/QeodfBsBUS8/s1600/378396_96.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OcRqYiTaUI/TubAFj-POFI/AAAAAAAABU8/QeodfBsBUS8/s1600/378396_96.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está na altura de escrever&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-o no meu coração&lt;br /&gt;A noite está a aparecer&lt;br /&gt;E com ela vem a inspiração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imediatamente vou aproveitar&lt;br /&gt;Antes que ela vá embora&lt;br /&gt;Vou de improviso arranjar&lt;br /&gt;Um assunto para expôr agora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desculpem não tenho tema&lt;br /&gt;Paciência, saiu um simples poema&lt;br /&gt;Com apenas catorze linhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim nasceu um sonetozinho&lt;br /&gt;Simples, mas com muito carinho&lt;br /&gt;Feito de singelas palavras minhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-6814912699648003310?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/6814912699648003310/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=6814912699648003310' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/6814912699648003310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/6814912699648003310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/12/agarrar-inspiracao.html' title='AGARRAR A INSPIRAÇÃO'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OcRqYiTaUI/TubAFj-POFI/AAAAAAAABU8/QeodfBsBUS8/s72-c/378396_96.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-827665037161762017</id><published>2011-12-13T02:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-13T02:59:33.817Z</updated><title type='text'>MEU AMOR É ILIMITADO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_zjtyHrEcFc/Tua9vnGFgfI/AAAAAAAABUs/8Rp3C4QZ-A8/s1600/Cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25B5es+em+rato.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_zjtyHrEcFc/Tua9vnGFgfI/AAAAAAAABUs/8Rp3C4QZ-A8/s320/Cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25B5es+em+rato.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temso tanto amor neste mundo e tanto amor nos nossos corações, mas ás vezes esquecemo-nos.&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes pensamos que não existe o suficiente, ou acreditamos que a quantidade é pequena. Por&lt;br /&gt;isso guardamos aquilo que temos e ficamos cheios de medo de o perder. Temos o pavor de o deixar&lt;br /&gt;sair. Mas aqueles que querem aprender verdadeiramente, percebem que quanto mais deixarem o amor&lt;br /&gt;fluir através de si, mais amor descobrirão dentro de si e muito mais receberão. Não tem fim e não tem &lt;br /&gt;tempo. Realmente não existe força curativa mais poderosa do que o amor.&lt;br /&gt;Sem o amor não poderíamos sobreviver. Muitos de nós acreditam que é possível sobreviver sem amor,&lt;br /&gt;mas isso não é verdade. O amor por nós próprios é o poder que nos cura.&lt;br /&gt;Pratique isso o mais possível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-827665037161762017?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/827665037161762017/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=827665037161762017' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/827665037161762017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/827665037161762017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/12/meu-amor-e-ilimitado.html' title='MEU AMOR É ILIMITADO'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_zjtyHrEcFc/Tua9vnGFgfI/AAAAAAAABUs/8Rp3C4QZ-A8/s72-c/Cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25B5es+em+rato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-2167420728517079626</id><published>2011-12-13T02:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-13T02:46:33.290Z</updated><title type='text'>NÓS, AS CRIANÇAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y-IemKqTr4k/Tua7SF2Hj6I/AAAAAAAABUk/KyAZEoM5HQM/s1600/Crian%25C3%25A7as+olhando+para+o+ar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y-IemKqTr4k/Tua7SF2Hj6I/AAAAAAAABUk/KyAZEoM5HQM/s1600/Crian%25C3%25A7as+olhando+para+o+ar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não queremos mais medo,&lt;br /&gt;Não queremos mais fome,&lt;br /&gt;Não queremos mais mentiras,&lt;br /&gt;Não queremos mais ódio,&lt;br /&gt;Não queremos mais guerra !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUEREMOS BRINCAR - Ao pião, ao botão, á cabra cega e ao berlinde !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUEREMOS BRINCAR - Sem armas, sem violência, sem tiros e sem canhões !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUEREMOS BRINCAR - Com os animais e as flores, ao Sol, á chuva, ao luar, na relva ou na calçada !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queremos ser CRIANÇAS, para podermos ser HOMENS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NÓS, AS CRIANÇAS QUEREMOS AMOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autoria : Júlio Roberto ( datado de Abril de 1974, 37 anos )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-2167420728517079626?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/2167420728517079626/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=2167420728517079626' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/2167420728517079626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/2167420728517079626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/12/nos-as-criancas.html' title='NÓS, AS CRIANÇAS'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y-IemKqTr4k/Tua7SF2Hj6I/AAAAAAAABUk/KyAZEoM5HQM/s72-c/Crian%25C3%25A7as+olhando+para+o+ar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-2618825517289800299</id><published>2011-12-13T02:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-13T02:37:16.382Z</updated><title type='text'>PORQUE SERÁ ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JU0bZNvJDH0/Tua4-RvkiKI/AAAAAAAABUc/qK4Trc49HYc/s1600/Soneto+Amanh%25C3%25A3+melhor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JU0bZNvJDH0/Tua4-RvkiKI/AAAAAAAABUc/qK4Trc49HYc/s320/Soneto+Amanh%25C3%25A3+melhor.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque escrevo ?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei !&lt;br /&gt;De onde saem as palavras ?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei !&lt;br /&gt;Onde bebo a inspiração ?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei !&lt;br /&gt;A caneta vai escrevendo,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo vai saindo,&lt;br /&gt;De onde vem ?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei !&lt;br /&gt;Procuro respostas,&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho !&lt;br /&gt;Uma certeza...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho porém !&lt;br /&gt;Continuarei escrevendo,&lt;br /&gt;Porque...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho prazer de o fazer&lt;br /&gt;E muito gosto&lt;br /&gt;Em partilhar as palavras !&lt;br /&gt;Porque será ?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei !&lt;br /&gt;Por tudo isto,&lt;br /&gt;A poesia é subjectiva,&lt;br /&gt;Abstracta, enigmática,&lt;br /&gt;Daí ser tão misteriosa.&lt;br /&gt;Encantadora e bonita !&lt;br /&gt;E...&lt;br /&gt;Vou continuando&lt;br /&gt;Sem respostas !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-2618825517289800299?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/2618825517289800299/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=2618825517289800299' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/2618825517289800299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/2618825517289800299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/12/porque-sera.html' title='PORQUE SERÁ ?'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JU0bZNvJDH0/Tua4-RvkiKI/AAAAAAAABUc/qK4Trc49HYc/s72-c/Soneto+Amanh%25C3%25A3+melhor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-8921607632307079522</id><published>2011-12-11T11:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-11T11:38:05.964Z</updated><title type='text'>SILÊNCIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D6r-Kz3hUOE/TuSVkdHEGlI/AAAAAAAABUU/bhAsT7vRPxc/s1600/307837_166020606827415_100002584290123_285876_41664266_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D6r-Kz3hUOE/TuSVkdHEGlI/AAAAAAAABUU/bhAsT7vRPxc/s320/307837_166020606827415_100002584290123_285876_41664266_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se te procuro,&lt;br /&gt;Mas sinto-te !&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se de ti preciso,&lt;br /&gt;Mas bebo o teu cheiro !&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se me persegues,&lt;br /&gt;Mas oiço os teus passos !&lt;br /&gt;Não sei que me fazes,&lt;br /&gt;Que necessito da tua Paz !&lt;br /&gt;Deixa contar-te um segredo,&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio amigo...&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto de ti !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/323098407978380291-8921607632307079522?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/8921607632307079522/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=8921607632307079522' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/8921607632307079522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/8921607632307079522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/12/silencio.html' title='SILÊNCIO'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D6r-Kz3hUOE/TuSVkdHEGlI/AAAAAAAABUU/bhAsT7vRPxc/s72-c/307837_166020606827415_100002584290123_285876_41664266_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-8846770074581907334</id><published>2011-12-11T11:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-11T11:33:20.073Z</updated><title type='text'>PRAIA MARAVILHOSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BAir-qE2n2E/TuSURSHdbPI/AAAAAAAABUE/5zOrFtr_Es0/s1600/Animation2+com+foto+e+praia+de+Sines.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" mda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BAir-qE2n2E/TuSURSHdbPI/AAAAAAAABUE/5zOrFtr_Es0/s320/Animation2+com+foto+e+praia+de+Sines.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como tu não há igual&lt;br /&gt;Visito-te, fico encantado&lt;br /&gt;Tua beleza neste litoral&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me sempre agrado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde a infância que percebi&lt;br /&gt;Que vivo nun sítio espectacular&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que passo por ti&lt;br /&gt;Inalo a maresia vinda do mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorada praia minha&lt;br /&gt;Estou a pensar agorinha&lt;br /&gt;Em como me dás tranquilidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diáriamente em evidência&lt;br /&gt;És simplesmente a refência&lt;br /&gt;De Sines, a minha nobre cidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-8846770074581907334?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/8846770074581907334/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=8846770074581907334' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/8846770074581907334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/8846770074581907334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/12/praia-maravilhosa.html' title='PRAIA MARAVILHOSA'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BAir-qE2n2E/TuSURSHdbPI/AAAAAAAABUE/5zOrFtr_Es0/s72-c/Animation2+com+foto+e+praia+de+Sines.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-8653224695627065568</id><published>2011-12-11T11:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-11T11:27:31.940Z</updated><title type='text'>O BAILE DA VIDA</title><content type='html'>A vida é um jogo do qual ninguém pode retirar-se, levando apenas os lucros. ( André Maurois )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É curioso que a vida, quanto mais vazia, mais pesa. ( Léon Daudi )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perguntas porque compro arroz e flores ? Compro arroz para viver e flores para ter algo para viver. ( Confúncio )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há duas maneiras de viver a vida : uma como se nada fosse um milagre outra como se tudo fosse um milagre. ( Albert Einstein )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O melhor é sair da vida como de uma festa, nem sedento nem bêbado. ( Aristóteles )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos somos figurantes. A vida é tão curta que não dá para mais. ( Charles Chaplin )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver na Terra é caro mas o preço inclue uma viagem gratis ao redor do Sol cada ano. ( Guy de Maupassant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida consiste não em ter boas cartas, mas em jogar bem com as que possue. ( Josh Billings )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é tão curta, e o ofício de viver tão difícil, que quando alguém começa a aprender, já está na hora de morrer. ( Ernesto Sábato )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se quiseres que algo se faça, encarrega disso uma pessoa ocupada. ( Provérbio Chinês )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhe como se não necessitasses de dinheiro, ame como se nunca te houvessem ferido e dance como se ninguém estivesse olhado. ( Eça de Queiroz )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é como uma lenda : não importa que seja longa, mas que seja bem narrada. ( Lúcio Anneo Séneca )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os homens somos feitos do mesmo barro, mas não do mesmo molde. ( Robindranath Tagore )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentes grandes discutem idéias ; as médias, coisas e as pequenas, coisas. ( Kalil Gibran Kalil )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temos que subir a montanha como velhos, para chegar como jovens. ( Confúncio )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A união do rebanho obriga o leão a deitar-se com fome. ( Provérbio africano )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo que uma pessoa passa rindo é o tempo que ela passa com os Deuses. ( Homero )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma vez terminado o jogo, o rei e o leão voltam para a mesma caixa. ( Dante Alighieri )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recorda que no dia em que nasceste todos riam e só tu choravas. Vive de tal maneira que quando morreres, todos chorem e só tu sorrias. ( Provérbio Persa )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oxalás vivas intensamente todos os dias da tua vida. ( Jonathan Swifty )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-8653224695627065568?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/8653224695627065568/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=8653224695627065568' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/8653224695627065568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/8653224695627065568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-baile-da-vida.html' title='O BAILE DA VIDA'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-1231159340760925781</id><published>2011-12-11T11:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-11T11:06:04.471Z</updated><title type='text'>POETANDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lMNg1hmbWac/TuSN4pS2RXI/AAAAAAAABT8/IaT8pBknZKM/s1600/378396_96.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lMNg1hmbWac/TuSN4pS2RXI/AAAAAAAABT8/IaT8pBknZKM/s1600/378396_96.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mim a poesia&lt;br /&gt;É um acto bem natural&lt;br /&gt;É viver o dia a dia&lt;br /&gt;Tendo um gozo especial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É extreriorizar sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Falando sem resposta ter&lt;br /&gt;É disfarçar sofrimentos&lt;br /&gt;Suportando a dor com prazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou escrevendo e me divertindo&lt;br /&gt;Brincando e assim seguindo&lt;br /&gt;Com uma enorme satisfação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiz um contrato com a poesia&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo triste, mostrar alegria&lt;br /&gt;E não deixar fugir a inspiração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-1231159340760925781?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/1231159340760925781/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=1231159340760925781' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/1231159340760925781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/1231159340760925781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/12/poetando.html' title='POETANDO'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lMNg1hmbWac/TuSN4pS2RXI/AAAAAAAABT8/IaT8pBknZKM/s72-c/378396_96.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-5461464523749130944</id><published>2011-12-09T05:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-09T05:22:53.211Z</updated><title type='text'>ENCANTE-SE...</title><content type='html'>O DIA PELA FRENTE. Programe-se para hoje expirar, inspirar, expirar. (&amp;nbsp;Buda )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONTROLE DE TEMPERATURA. A actividade vence o frio. A quieteude vence o calor. ( Lao Tse )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONHE. Um sonho que não se interpreta é como uma carta que não se lê. ( Talmude )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UMA SIMPLES VISITA. Todos estamos de visita neste momento e lugar. Só estamos de passagem. Viemos observar, aprender, crescer, amar e voltar para casa. ( Dito aborígene australiano )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A GERAÇÃO SEGUINTE. O autêntico conservador é alguém que sabe que o mundo não é uma herança dos seus pais, mas um empréstimos dos seus filhos. ( J. J. Audubon, 1800 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O VALOR DO TEMPO. Nem com milhões de moedas de ouro se pode recuperar um só instante da vida. Que maior perda, então, que a do tempo desperdiçado. ( Chanakia Pandita, 275 a.c.-Índia )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIMPLESMENTE BELO !. A beleza, quando está mais adornadaé quando não o está. ( São Jerónimo )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIOS DE AMOR. A princípio são pequenos, mas no seu percurso fazem-se mais fortes e profundos e, uma vez que tenham começado, já não têm volta. Assim sucede com os rios, os anos e as amizades. ( Antigo Versículo Sânscrito )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRIORIDADE. O mundo não te deve nada. Existis antes de ti. ( Mark Twain )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIDA SÃ. O segredo da saúde, mental e corporal, está em não se lamentar pelo passado, não se preocupar com o futuro, nem de se adiantar aos problemas, mas viver sábia e seriamente o presente. ( Buda )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESENVOLVIMENTO SUSTENTÁVEL. No que mais se diferenciam os pássaros do Ser humano é na sua capacidade de construir, mas deixando a paisagem como estava. ( Robert Lynnd - Irlanda )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONFORME SE OLHA. A beleza não é um atributo das coisas em si. Só existe na mente que as contempla. ( David Hume - Escócia )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BELEZA SEM ESFORÇO. Observai como crescem os lírios do campo ; não se fatigam, nem fiam. Mas digo-vos que nem Salomão, em toda a sua glória, se vestiu como um deles. ( Mateus, 6:28-29 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONHAR ACORDADO. Os que sonham de dia têm conhecimento de muitas coisas que escapam aos que sonham de noite. ( Edgar Allan Poe )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONVITE. A primeira flor que floresceu na Terra era um convite á canção ainda não nascida. ( Rabindranath Tagore )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A maior enfermidade é não ser ninguém para ninguém. ( Madre Teresa de Calcutá )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-5461464523749130944?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/5461464523749130944/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=5461464523749130944' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/5461464523749130944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/5461464523749130944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/12/encante-se.html' title='ENCANTE-SE...'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-7735333091659412945</id><published>2011-12-09T04:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-09T04:52:27.496Z</updated><title type='text'>ÁLBUM DE RECORDAÇÕES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aSS7icujPgI/TuGS-mZnyvI/AAAAAAAABT0/PdIDxOZNPbI/s1600/Beijo...Jorge+Brites.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aSS7icujPgI/TuGS-mZnyvI/AAAAAAAABT0/PdIDxOZNPbI/s1600/Beijo...Jorge+Brites.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De vez em quando vou visitar&lt;br /&gt;O meu álbum de recordações&lt;br /&gt;É tão bom poder lembrar&lt;br /&gt;Tão doces e gratas emoções&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É composto de caderninhos&lt;br /&gt;Onde brinquei a escrever&lt;br /&gt;Tem também uns papelinhos&lt;br /&gt;Que guardei com muito prazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a minha escrita em pedaços&lt;br /&gt;Desenhada nos meus passos&lt;br /&gt;Da minha vida fazendo parte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este álbum é uma preciosidade&lt;br /&gt;Que ostento sem vaidade&lt;br /&gt;Sendo o rosto da minha arte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-7735333091659412945?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/7735333091659412945/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=7735333091659412945' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/7735333091659412945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/7735333091659412945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/12/album-de-recordacoes.html' title='ÁLBUM DE RECORDAÇÕES'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aSS7icujPgI/TuGS-mZnyvI/AAAAAAAABT0/PdIDxOZNPbI/s72-c/Beijo...Jorge+Brites.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-5635422287958678730</id><published>2011-12-08T06:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-08T06:26:01.997Z</updated><title type='text'>NAVEGUE...PROCURE...SONHE...SORRIA !</title><content type='html'>NAVEGUE. Descubra tesouros. Mas não os retire do fundo mar. O lugar deles é lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADMIRE A LUA. Sonhe com ela. Mas não queira trazê-la para Terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURTA O SOL. Se deixe acariciar por ele. Mas lembre-se que o seu calor é para todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONHE COM AS ESTRELAS. Apenas sonhe. Elas só podem brilhar no Céu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NÃO TENTE DETER O VENTO. Ele precisa de correr por toda a parte. Ele tem pressa de chegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NÃO APRESSE A CHUVA. Ela quer cair e molhar muitos rostos. Não pode molhar só o seu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS LÁGRIMAS. Não as seque. Elas precisam de correr na minha, na sua e em todas as faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O SORRISO ?. Esse deve se segurar. Não o deixe ir embora. Agarre-o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUEM VOCÊ AMA ?. Guarde dentro de um porta jóias. Tranque, perca a chave ! Quem você ama&amp;nbsp;é a maior jóia que você possui. A mais valiosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não importa&amp;nbsp;se a estação do ano muda. Se o século vira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONSERVE A VONTADE DE VIVER. Não se chega a parte alguma sem ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABRA TODAS AS JANELAS QUE ENCONTRAR. E as portas também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERSIGA UM SONHO. Não deixe ele viver sózinho. Alimente sua alma com AMOR. Cure suas feridas com CARINHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESCUBRA-SE TODOS OS DIAS. Deixe-se levar pelas vontades. Mas não enlouqueça por elas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROCURE. Sempre procure o fim de uma história. Seja ela qual for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DÊ UM SORRISO PARA QUEM SE ESQUECEU COMO SE FAZ ISSO. Olhe para o lado. Alguém precisa de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABASTEÇA O CORAÇÃO DE FÉ. Não a perca nunca. Mergulhe de cabeça nos seus desejos e satisfaça-os. Agonize de dor por um amigo. Só saia dessa agonia se conseguir tirá-lo também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROCURE OS SEUS CAMINHOS. Mas não magoe ninguém nessa procura. Arrependa-se. Volte atrás. Peça perdão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NÃO SE ACOSTUME COM O QUE NÃO FAZ FELIZ. Revolte-se quando julgar necessário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALAGUE SEU CORAÇÃO DE ESPERANÇAS. Mas não deixe que ele se afogue nelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se achar que precisa voltar. VOLTE !&lt;br /&gt;Se percebeu que precisa seguir. SIGA !&lt;br /&gt;Se estiver tudo errado. COMECE NOVAMENTE !&lt;br /&gt;Se estiver tudo certo. CONTINUE !&lt;br /&gt;Se sentir saudades. MATE-AS !&lt;br /&gt;Se perder um amor. NÃO SE PERCA !&lt;br /&gt;Se achá-lo. SEGURE-O !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIRCUNDA-TE DE ROSAS. Ama. Bebe. E cala. O mais é nada !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor : FERNANDO PESSOA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-5635422287958678730?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/5635422287958678730/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=5635422287958678730' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/5635422287958678730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/5635422287958678730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/12/navegueprocuresonhesorria.html' title='NAVEGUE...PROCURE...SONHE...SORRIA !'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-3025666267870581410</id><published>2011-12-08T05:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-08T05:14:38.010Z</updated><title type='text'>O DOCE SABOR DE UMA MULHER DESLUMBRANTE</title><content type='html'>Uma mulher deslumbrante não é aquela que mais homens tem a seus pés, mas sim aquela que tem apenas um que a faça feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma mulher formosa não é a mais jovem nem a mais frágil, nem aquela que tem a pele mais sedosa ou o cabelo mais chamativo. É aquela que com apenas um sorriso franco e aberto e um bom conselho pode alegrar-te a vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma mulher de valor não é aquela que tem mais títulos ou cargos académicos, e sim aquela que sacrifica seus sonhos temporáriamente para fazer felizes os demais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma mulher deslumbrante não é aquela mais ardente e sim a que vibra ao fazer amor sómente com o homem que ama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma mulher deslumbrante não é aquela que se sente adulada e admirada por sua beleza e elegância, e sim aquela mulher firme de caracter que pode dizer " NÃO ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E um homem...&lt;br /&gt;Um homem deslumbrante é aquele que valoriza uma mulher assim, que se sente orgulhoso de tê-la como companheira...&lt;br /&gt;que sabe acariciá-la como um músico virtuoso toca seu amado instrumento...&lt;br /&gt;que luta a seu lado compartilhando todas as suas tarefas, desde lavar pratos e preparar a mesa, até devolver as massagens e o carinho que ela te proporcionou antes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade, companheiros homens, é que as mulheres com a mania de serem " mandonas " não levam vantagens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tolos temos sido e somos quando valorizamos um presente sómente pela vistosidade do pacote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolo e mil vezes tolo o homem que come sobras na rua, tendo um deslumbrante manjar em casa !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor - Gabriel García Márquez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-3025666267870581410?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/3025666267870581410/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=3025666267870581410' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/3025666267870581410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/3025666267870581410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-doce-sabor-de-uma-mulher-deslumbrante.html' title='O DOCE SABOR DE UMA MULHER DESLUMBRANTE'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-8492618242520153414</id><published>2011-11-13T06:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-13T06:11:38.517Z</updated><title type='text'>MANEIRA DE ESTAR</title><content type='html'>Passe por onde passar&lt;br /&gt;Não desejo ser notado&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro me distanciar&lt;br /&gt;Com a sensação de ter ajudado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escolhi este meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Com toda a naturalidade&lt;br /&gt;É objectivo que alinho&lt;br /&gt;Para bem da minha humildade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me dou com protagonismo&lt;br /&gt;Detesto esse mecanismo&lt;br /&gt;O meu cantinho é o meu lar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sossegado e bem quietinho&lt;br /&gt;Vou seguindo o meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Mostrando minha maneira de estar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-8492618242520153414?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/8492618242520153414/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=8492618242520153414' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/8492618242520153414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/8492618242520153414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/11/maneira-de-estar.html' title='MANEIRA DE ESTAR'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-6440354825569210009</id><published>2011-11-12T03:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-12T03:03:06.624Z</updated><title type='text'>PENSAMENTOS - HUMOR / IRONIA 2</title><content type='html'>- Espelhos deviam pensar duas vezes antes de reflectir. ( Jean Cocteau )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O computador surgiu para resolver os problemas que você não tinha. ( Márcio S. Alvarez )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O suicídio é um pecado...mortal. ( Anónimo )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posso reresistir a tudo, menos ás tentações. ( Oscar Wilde )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Acredito em sorte. Do contrário, como explicar o sucesso de pessoas das quais não gostamos. ( Jean Cocteau )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O respeito é bom e conserva os dentes na boca. ( C. J. Keeller )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No dia em que o ser humano inventar um carro com a velocidade da luz, o que será dos faróis ? ( Oudalk )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Se você tentou falhar e consegui, você descobriu o que é paradoxo. ( Anónimo )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O difícil é aprender a ler. O resto está escrito. ( Anónimo )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Há alguma coisa errada que não está certo. ( Yuri Hans Kielsen )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Meu Deus, protegei-me de meus amigos ! Dos meus inimigos eu me encarregarei. ( Voltaire )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No avião, o medo é passageiro. ( Desconhecido )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-6440354825569210009?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/6440354825569210009/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=6440354825569210009' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/6440354825569210009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/6440354825569210009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/11/pensamentos-humor-ironia-2.html' title='PENSAMENTOS - HUMOR / IRONIA 2'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-2899985528732248822</id><published>2011-11-12T02:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-12T02:52:56.395Z</updated><title type='text'>PENSAMENTOS - HUMOR / IRONIA 1</title><content type='html'>- A prática leva á perfeição, excepto na roleta russa. ( Anónimo )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Em terra de cego, quem é cego não faz mais que a obrigação. ( Anónimo )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Decepcionar é um prazer. ( Giles Deleuze )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Viver é a coisa mais rara do mundo. A maioria das pessoas não faz mais do que existir. ( Oscar Wilde )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Viva depressa, morra jovem e seja um cadáver atraente. ( Anónimo )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Duas palavras abrem qualquer porta : puxe e empurre. ( Anónimo )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mãe é mãe, o resto é pai e filhos. ( Beto Barbo )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sempre tem um chinelo velho para um pé cansado. ( Desconhecido )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Insensibilizados são aqueles que morrem e não sabem que morreram. ( Jefferson Rabal )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Depois de a última árvore sem frutos e o último rio envenenado, o homem perceberá que dinheiro não se come. ( Anónimo )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Minhoca é um absurdo : não tem pé nem cabeça. ( Anónimo )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A vida é o que acontece quando estamos fazendo outros planos. ( John Lennon )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Para filosofia barata, não adianta insecticida. ( Simone Dias Marques )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Para pregar um prego sem machucar um dedo, basta segurar o martelo com as duas mãos. ( Luiz A. A. de Oliveira )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O pior dos problemas da gente é que ninguém tem nada com isso. ( Mário Quintana )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-2899985528732248822?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/2899985528732248822/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=2899985528732248822' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/2899985528732248822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/2899985528732248822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/11/pensamentos-humor-ironia-1.html' title='PENSAMENTOS - HUMOR / IRONIA 1'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-270052906022557537</id><published>2011-11-12T02:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-12T02:39:29.502Z</updated><title type='text'>PENSAMENTOS - HUMOR/ IRONIA</title><content type='html'>- Odeio as vitimas que respeitam seus opressores. ( Jean Paul Sartre )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Se cada pessoa fizer um pouco, eu não vou precisar fazer nada. ( Anónimo )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- As idéias que possuimos são capazes de nos possuir. ( Edgar Morin )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ajudem a preservar os gatos pingados. Afinal de contas, eles são só meis dúzia. ( desconhecido )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pena que a natureza fizesse de ti um só individuo. Porque havia matéria para um homem digno e para um patife. ( Goethe )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Os milagres acontecem ás vezes, mas é preciso trabalhar tremendamente para que aconteçam. ( Peter Drucker )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Banco é o lugar onde nos emprestam um guarda-chuva quando faz bom tempo e o tomam de volta quando começa a chover. ( Robert Frost )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O maior mal do cigarro é que ele se acaba. ( Ariela Boaventura )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O mais feroz dos animais domésticos é o relógio de parede. Conheço um que já devorou três gerações da minha família. ( Machado de Assis )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Até o diabo quando está satisfeito é uma boa pessoa. ( Swift )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ter a consciência limpa é ter a memória fraca. ( Anónimo )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A vida é maravilhosa, sem ela estaríamos mortos. ( Pepe Pirez )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Viver é desenhar sem borracha. ( Millôr Fernandes )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Conhece-te a ti mesmo, mas não fique intímo. ( Luiz Fernando Veríssimo )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-270052906022557537?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/270052906022557537/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=270052906022557537' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/270052906022557537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/270052906022557537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Poesia bem popular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a decisão quase tomada&lt;br /&gt;Fica minha mente descansada&lt;br /&gt;E aguardarei este desafio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu nervosismo é bem patente&lt;br /&gt;Acreditem, falo sinceramente&lt;br /&gt;Sinto no corpo um arrepio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-6478739484029982904?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/6478739484029982904/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=6478739484029982904' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/6478739484029982904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/6478739484029982904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/11/livro-editado.html' title='LIVRO EDITADO'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-7843789236961290875</id><published>2011-11-06T08:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-06T08:42:32.134Z</updated><title type='text'>DIVIRTO-ME</title><content type='html'>Continuarei a escrever&lt;br /&gt;Bem á maneira popular&lt;br /&gt;Só assim tenho prazer&lt;br /&gt;Só assim eu sei rimar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim me divirto contando&lt;br /&gt;Peripécias do meu viver&lt;br /&gt;A inspiração vai ajudando&lt;br /&gt;A ela tenho que agradecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me um previligiado&lt;br /&gt;Ao transmitir este meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter problema algum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois não tenho nada a esconder&lt;br /&gt;Ao mostrar minha maneira de ser&lt;br /&gt;Que partilho com qualquer um&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilho o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-7843789236961290875?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/7843789236961290875/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-7070193141158530854</id><published>2011-11-06T08:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-06T08:39:15.321Z</updated><title type='text'>ESCRITA INTRIGANTE</title><content type='html'>Fico triste e decepcionado&lt;br /&gt;Quando falta a inspiração&lt;br /&gt;Por estar em mim enraizado&lt;br /&gt;Fica louco meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero escrever, não consigo&lt;br /&gt;Gostava muito de o fazer&lt;br /&gt;Fica a intensão deste amigo&lt;br /&gt;Paciência é preciso ter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consta que a escrita é assim&lt;br /&gt;Intrigante, subjectiva, enfim...&lt;br /&gt;Daí resultar toda a sua beleza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pudesse eu a poesia dominar&lt;br /&gt;Minha caneta nunca iria parar&lt;br /&gt;E salientaria toda a sua beleza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-7070193141158530854?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/7070193141158530854/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=7070193141158530854' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/7070193141158530854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/7070193141158530854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faço quadras, desenho versos&lt;br /&gt;Abraço assuntos diversos&lt;br /&gt;De maneira bem discreta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou assim, que então fazer ?&lt;br /&gt;Continuarei assim a escrever&lt;br /&gt;E a me disfarçar de poeta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-1379078026326006292?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/1379078026326006292/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=1379078026326006292' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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transformou,&lt;br /&gt;Sou forte, firme e seguro,&lt;br /&gt;Adoro aquilo que sou !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero, sinto, desconheço,&lt;br /&gt;Busco perdido, mas estou...&lt;br /&gt;Vou lutando porque mereço,&lt;br /&gt;O caminho por onde vou !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos meus sonhos guardei segredo,&lt;br /&gt;Escondi-os, não tenho medo,&lt;br /&gt;Das ilusões construi esperanças&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida com suas vicissitudes&lt;br /&gt;Ensinou-me algumas virtudes&lt;br /&gt;E indicou-me várias mudanças !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-2361501761038105469?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-3593167590609753755</id><published>2011-11-04T00:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-04T00:33:37.756Z</updated><title type='text'>PENSAMENTOS - HUMANIDADE</title><content type='html'>- O homem que a dor não educou será sempre uma criança. ( N. Tommaseo )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O homem vive de razão e sobrevive de sonhos. ( La Rochefoucauld )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Meço o valor de um homem pela medida em que ele se liberta de seu próprio eu. ( Albert Einstein )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não há ninguém que não seja estranho a si mesmo. ( Nietzsche )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tempo dificil esse em que estamos, onde é mais fácil quebrar um atómo do que um preconceito. ( A.Einstein )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A maior recompensa para o trabalho do homem não é o que se ganha, mas o que ele nos torna. ( John Ruskin )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O homem é a única criatura que se recusa a ser o que é. ( Albert Camus )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Todo o homem tem três personalidades : a que exibe, a que possui e a que julga possuir. ( Alphonse Karr )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Somos francos com os outros quando não dependemos deles. ( Carlos Drumond de Andrade )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Os homens tendem a acreditar sobretudo naquilo que menos compreendem. ( Michel de Montagne )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Quanto mais conheço os homens, mais admiro meu cachorro. ( Anónimo )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cada um pensa em mudar a humanidade, mas ninguém pensa em mudar a si mesmo. ( Anónimo )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Quanto mais você racionaliza, menos você cria. ( Raymond Chandler )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nossos verdadeiros inimigos estão em nós mesmos. ( Bossuet )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não vemos as coisas como elas são, mas como nós somos. ( Anais Nin )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-3593167590609753755?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/3593167590609753755/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=3593167590609753755' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/3593167590609753755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/3593167590609753755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/11/pensamentos-humanidade.html' title='PENSAMENTOS - HUMANIDADE'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-7351198794187889480</id><published>2011-11-03T03:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-03T03:15:26.576Z</updated><title type='text'>PENSAMENTOS - FELICIDADE 1</title><content type='html'>- Não existe caminho para a felicidade...a felicidade é o caminho. ( Gandhi )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A vontade de fazer deve ser maior que o medo de errar. ( Desconhecido )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Você pode ser feliz, desde que ninguém saiba. ( Desconhecido )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pensar apenas ou desejar sómente nunca levou ninguém a lugar nenhum. É necessário também acção. ( William Shakespeare )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Delicidade é a certeza de que nossa vida não está se passando inutilmente. ( Érico Verissimo )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O segredo da felicidade está na liberdade ; o segredo da liberdade está na coragem. ( Péricles )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sómente nas árvores que dão fruto é que se jogam pedras. ( Desconhecido )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O navio é seguro quando está no porto. Mas não é para isso que se fazem navios. ( Desconhecido )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Coragem para as coisas que podem ser mudadas, serenidade para as que não podem e sabedoria para distinguir uma coisa da outra. ( Anónimo )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vê mais longe a gaivota que voa mais alto. ( Richard Bach )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Estou convencido das minhas próprias limitações - e essa convicção é minha força. ( Mahatma Gandhi )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Os poderosos podem matar uma, duas ou até três rosas, mas jamais poderão deter a primavera. ( Che Guevara )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-7351198794187889480?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/7351198794187889480/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=7351198794187889480' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/7351198794187889480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/7351198794187889480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/11/pensamentos-felicidade-1.html' title='PENSAMENTOS - FELICIDADE 1'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-1767974438663608637</id><published>2011-11-03T03:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-03T03:04:48.712Z</updated><title type='text'>PENSAMENTOS - FELICIDADE</title><content type='html'>- A maior parte das pessoas é tão feliz quanto resolve ser. ( Abraham Lincoln )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A persistência é o caminho do êxito. ( Chaplin )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ele não sabia que era impossível, por isso foi lá e fez. ( Anónimo )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O destino não é uma questão de sorte, é uma questão de escolha ; não é algo a se esperar, é algo a se conquistar. ( William Jennings Bryan )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Uma idéia sem execução é um sonho. ( Duque de S. Simon )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Uma série de pequenas vontades faz um grande resultado. ( Anónimo )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não encontramos a felicidade, nós a construimos. ( Anónimo )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Se queres ser feliz amanhã, tenta hoje mesmo. ( Liang Tzu )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O mar não é um obstáculo, é um caminho. ( Amyr Klink )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Maior que a tristeza de não haver vencido é a vergonha de não ter lutado. ( Ruy barbosa )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O que faço hoje é importante porque estou trocando um dia da minha vida por isso. ( Samuel F. Pugh )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tudo vale a pena quando a alma não é pequena. ( Fernando Pessoa )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-1767974438663608637?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/1767974438663608637/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=1767974438663608637' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/1767974438663608637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/1767974438663608637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/11/pensamentos-felicidade.html' title='PENSAMENTOS - FELICIDADE'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-7940004224709427045</id><published>2011-11-03T02:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-03T02:54:51.605Z</updated><title type='text'>PENSAMENTOS - CULTURA</title><content type='html'>- O som aniquila toda a beleza do silêncio. ( Charles Chaplin )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Acontece com os livros o mesmo que com os homens : um pequeno grupo desempenha um grande papel. ( Voltaire )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A arte não reproduz o que vemos. Ela nos faz ver. ( Paul Klee )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Um País se faz com homens e livros. ( Monteiro Lobato )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não faço esculturas, na verdade, elas sempre estiveram lá. Eu apenas retiro os excessos. ( Michelangelo )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Livros não mudam o mundo, quem muda o mundo são as pessoas. ( Mário Quintana )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O sucesso de muitos livros deve-se á afinidade entre a mediocridade das idéias do escritor e as do público. ( Nicolas Chamfort )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Para as rosas, escreveu alguém, o jardineiro é eterno. ( Machado de Assis )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A maior dor do vento é não ser colorido. ( Mário Quintana )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-7940004224709427045?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/7940004224709427045/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=7940004224709427045' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/7940004224709427045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/7940004224709427045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/11/pensamentos-cultura.html' title='PENSAMENTOS - CULTURA'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-6128751926863542920</id><published>2011-11-03T02:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-03T02:46:47.475Z</updated><title type='text'>PENSAMENTOS - CONSELHOS</title><content type='html'>- Não busque caminhos já traçados. Faz a tua própria estrada e deixa a tua marca. ( Desconhecido )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Verdadeira viagem não está em sair á procura de novas paisagens, mas em possuir novos olhos. ( Marcel Prust )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sempre perdoe os seus inimigos, nada os irrita tanto quanto isso. ( Oscar Wilde )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Se não puder se destacar pelo talento, vença pelo esforço. ( Dave Weinbaum )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ao apontares o dedo a alguém, observa quantos dedos na mesma mão estão apontados a ti. ( desconhecido )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não respeite um homem pelos seus cabelos brancos, até mesmo os canalhas envelhecem. ( Anónimo )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A melhor maneira de se esquecer do tempo é usá-lo. ( Baudelaire )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ao dizer alguma coisa, cuide para que as suas palavras não sejam piores que o silêncio. ( Anónimo )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-6128751926863542920?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/6128751926863542920/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=6128751926863542920' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/6128751926863542920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/6128751926863542920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/11/pensamentos-conselhos.html' title='PENSAMENTOS - CONSELHOS'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-7514916436117743936</id><published>2011-11-02T02:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-02T02:05:03.726Z</updated><title type='text'>O VALOR DE UM SORRISO ( Provérbios )</title><content type='html'>- O mundo é como um espelho : se lhe mostras má cara, retribui-te má cara ;&lt;br /&gt;se lhe sorris, também te sorrirá. ( Herbert Samuels )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Um sorriso é como uma luz na janela da alma, indicando que o coração está em casa. ( Anónimo )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O sorriso ilumina o rosto e aquece o coração. ( Bárbara Johnson )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Se não usas o teu sorriso, és como um homem que tem um milhão de dólares&lt;br /&gt;no banco e não tem livro de cheques. ( Les Giblin )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Quase todos os sorrisos são resposta e consequência de outro sorriso. ( Frank A. Clark )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O sorriso é a linguagem do AMOR. ( David Hare )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ainda que haja centenas de idiomas no mundo o sorriso fala-os todos. ( Anónimo )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Um sorriso vale por mil palavras. ( Anónimo )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sorriam uns aos outros. Sorriam aos vossos maridos, ás vossas esposas, aos vossos filhos...&lt;br /&gt;seja a quem for...Sorrir ajuda-nos a crescer em amor pelos outros. ( Madre Teresa )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ninguém precisa tanto de um sorriso, como quem nunca tem um sorriso para oferecer. ( Anónimo )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mostra sempre uma cara alegre. É a tua vitrina, o teu escaparate, a tua melhor publicidade. (David B.Berg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- As rugas deveriam ser, simplesmente, as marcas do sorriso. ( Mark Twain )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aquilo que, na verdade, mais contribui para dar sentido á vida, aquilo que, na verdade, custa menos&lt;br /&gt;e vale mais é um sorriso gratuito. Contém bondade e cortezia á mistura com carinho humano. Vale mais&lt;br /&gt;que um milhão de dólares e não custa nem um centavo. ( Wilbur D. Nesbit )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Os sorrisos têm os mesmo efeitos na humanidade, que o Sol nas flores. ( Joseph Addison )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Se andas sorridente terás amigos ! Se andas de sobrolho franzido não terás senão rugas. Para que&lt;br /&gt;estamos no mundo se não é para tornar a vida mais fácil e feliz aos nossos semelhantes? ( George Eliot )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Quando sorrimos a alguém, nove em cada dez vezes o sorriso é-nos devolvido. Isto significa que&lt;br /&gt;há duas pessoas a quem comunicámos alegria e cuja existência melhorámos !!! ( Anónimo )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SORRI ! É uma terapia gratuita. ( Doug Horton )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-7514916436117743936?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/7514916436117743936/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=7514916436117743936' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/7514916436117743936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/7514916436117743936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-valor-de-um-sorriso-proverbios.html' title='O VALOR DE UM SORRISO ( Provérbios )'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-7054725751035486216</id><published>2011-10-30T01:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T01:24:00.430Z</updated><title type='text'>CURIOSIDADES SOBRE GATOS</title><content type='html'>- O gato usa a cauda para se equilibrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A maioria dos gatos com olhos azuis são surdos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Os gatos não vêm muito bem ao perto. Qualquer coisa&lt;br /&gt;num raio inferior a 15 cms torna-se desfocada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Apenas um em cada mil gatos cor de laranja é fêmea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Os gatos têm um QI que no reino animal só é ultrapassado&lt;br /&gt;pelo dos macacos e dos chimpanzés.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Há mais gatos em Londres do que pessoas na Noruega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O gato usa 32 músculos para controlar as orelhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A elasticidade dos ossos dos gatos é apenas 1/10 menor &lt;br /&gt;de que a da borracha. Se um gato cair de um 10º andar,&lt;br /&gt;tem 90% de hipótese de sobreviver. Se um humano cair da&lt;br /&gt;mesma altura, só tem 10% de hipótese de sobreviver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-7054725751035486216?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/7054725751035486216/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=7054725751035486216' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/7054725751035486216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/7054725751035486216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/10/curiosidades-sobre-gatos.html' title='CURIOSIDADES SOBRE GATOS'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-8771447105909804484</id><published>2011-10-30T01:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T01:16:00.253Z</updated><title type='text'>CURIOSIDADES VÁRIAS</title><content type='html'>- 12.756 Kms - o diâmetro da Terra á volta do Equador.&lt;br /&gt;De polo a polo, o diâmetro é de 12.713 Kms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A formiga levanta 50 vezes o seu peso e puxa 30 vezes&lt;br /&gt;o seu próprio peso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A pulga salta 350 vezes a sua altura, o que equivale a&lt;br /&gt;uma pessoa dar um pulo de uma altura igual á largura de&lt;br /&gt;campo de futebol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- É possível mandar uma vaca subir escadas, mas descer é impossível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-O porco é o único animal que se queima com o Sol além do homem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Os cães geralmente têm 42 dentes, enquanto os gatos apenas têm 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Os menores Países do mundo são : Vaticano (0,44Km2), &lt;br /&gt;Mónaco (1,89Km2) e São Marino (60,5Km2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Durante a tua vida, irás comer aproximadamente o peso de 6 elefantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 1 tonelada- a quantidade de alimentos que uma pessoa normal &lt;br /&gt;come durante um ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-8771447105909804484?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/8771447105909804484/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=8771447105909804484' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/8771447105909804484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/8771447105909804484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/10/curiosidades-varias.html' title='CURIOSIDADES VÁRIAS'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-4961253780489911052</id><published>2011-10-17T11:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T11:48:37.604+01:00</updated><title type='text'>FUMAR</title><content type='html'>Gosta de fumar ? Pois fume...&lt;br /&gt;É sua a linda boquita...&lt;br /&gt;Mas abandone o costume,&lt;br /&gt;Essa candeia infinita,&lt;br /&gt;De cigarro após cigarro,&lt;br /&gt;Arrisca-se a ter catarro,&lt;br /&gt;E sabe-se lá que mais.&lt;br /&gt;Dê ouvidos á ciência.&lt;br /&gt;Não faltam os hospitais&lt;br /&gt;Os males da imprudência&lt;br /&gt;Que, por vezes, são fatais !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosta de fumar ? Não fume...&lt;br /&gt;Também tive esse costume,&lt;br /&gt;Quando tinha menos idade,&lt;br /&gt;Mas brece vi que a vaidade&lt;br /&gt;De cigarrinho na boca,&lt;br /&gt;Era coisa tonta, louca&lt;br /&gt;Fumo de fumo que ilude&lt;br /&gt;E que só serve, afinal,&lt;br /&gt;Este duplo e triste mal :&lt;br /&gt;Queimar dinheiro e saúde !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em doce ambiente, acalma&lt;br /&gt;Dores que afrontam a alma ?&lt;br /&gt;Ajuda as concentrações&lt;br /&gt;Nas diligências mentais ?&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-os falar. Ilusões&lt;br /&gt;Que aumentam os capitais&lt;br /&gt;De uns finissimos ratões&lt;br /&gt;Que, em revistas, em jornais,&lt;br /&gt;Em radios e televisões&lt;br /&gt;Proclamam as " excelências "&lt;br /&gt;Do tabaco...que " referências " !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você e outros mais,&lt;br /&gt;Por muito que se resumam,&lt;br /&gt;Vão-se deixando " enrolar ",&lt;br /&gt;Amortalhar e queimar,&lt;br /&gt;Como os cigarros que fumam !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autoria : João Azevedo do Carmo&lt;br /&gt;Extraido da colectânea de Poetas do Barreiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-4961253780489911052?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/4961253780489911052/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=4961253780489911052' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/4961253780489911052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/4961253780489911052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/10/fumar.html' title='FUMAR'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-8287367652126557301</id><published>2011-10-14T17:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T17:24:55.896+01:00</updated><title type='text'>DECIDI...</title><content type='html'>Depois de muito pensar&lt;br /&gt;Chegou a hora de decidir&lt;br /&gt;Não vou poder mais aguardar&lt;br /&gt;Olho em frente e vou seguir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelas oportunidades não esperarei&lt;br /&gt;Eu mesmo as irei procurar&lt;br /&gt;Com os problemas medo não terei&lt;br /&gt;Alguma solução irei encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decidi ver cada anoitecer&lt;br /&gt;Como um mistério a resolver&lt;br /&gt;Não descurando a ambição&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decidi ver cada dia&lt;br /&gt;Como um hino á alegria&lt;br /&gt;Para bem do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-8287367652126557301?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/8287367652126557301/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=8287367652126557301' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/8287367652126557301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/8287367652126557301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/10/decidi.html' title='DECIDI...'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-7278956993169596481</id><published>2011-10-10T09:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T09:09:09.411+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SELOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://selosfb.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_3082.html?spref=fb"&gt;SELOS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-7278956993169596481?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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fotografias amareladas.&lt;br /&gt;Continua, apesar de alguns esperarem que abandones !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não deixes que enferruje o ferro que há em ti.&lt;br /&gt;Faz com que em lugar de pena, te respeitem !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando pelos anos não consigas correr, trota.&lt;br /&gt;Quando não possas trotar, caminha.&lt;br /&gt;Quando não possas caminhar, usa bengala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAS NUNCA TE DETENHAS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autora : MADRE TERESA DE CALCUTÁ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-32741410268107417?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/32741410268107417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=32741410268107417' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/32741410268107417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/32741410268107417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/10/nunca-te-detenhas.html' title='NUNCA TE DETENHAS'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-7183786178762087631</id><published>2011-10-10T01:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T01:00:28.214+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SORRIR / SONHAR / VIVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gD_KZcr3BNA/TpI02id9ZhI/AAAAAAAABTo/OBdp4MWQjEQ/s1600/Foto+nas+traseiras+de+minha+casa.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gD_KZcr3BNA/TpI02id9ZhI/AAAAAAAABTo/OBdp4MWQjEQ/s1600/Foto+nas+traseiras+de+minha+casa.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem a tristeza, nem a desilusão&lt;br /&gt;Nada me impedirá de sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Nem a incerteza, nem a solidão&lt;br /&gt;Me vão travar de o conseguir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem o medo, nem a depressão&lt;br /&gt;Nada me impedirá de sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que sofra meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Estarei aqui para o serenar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero caminhar na certeza de chegar&lt;br /&gt;Quero buscar na certeza de alcançar&lt;br /&gt;Quero lutar na certeza de vencer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem o desespero, nem a descrença&lt;br /&gt;Muito menos o ódio ou alguma ofensa&lt;br /&gt;Nada me impedirá de viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-7183786178762087631?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/7183786178762087631/comments/default' title='Enviar 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gD_KZcr3BNA/TpI02id9ZhI/AAAAAAAABTo/OBdp4MWQjEQ/s72-c/Foto+nas+traseiras+de+minha+casa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-1343269580085069735</id><published>2011-10-09T01:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T01:37:40.528+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ASSIM SOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7IBGG8vDJXs/TpDsBzuKgCI/AAAAAAAABTk/YRkdG225QnI/s1600/Foto+na+sala+de+minha+casa.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7IBGG8vDJXs/TpDsBzuKgCI/AAAAAAAABTk/YRkdG225QnI/s1600/Foto+na+sala+de+minha+casa.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reconheço que tenho defeitos&lt;br /&gt;Assumo-o com frontalidade&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se há homens perfeitos&lt;br /&gt;Essa é a grande realidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada estou arrependido&lt;br /&gt;Das minhas inúmeras atitudes&lt;br /&gt;Importante foi para mim ter sido&lt;br /&gt;Defensor das minhas virtudes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho bandeira nem estandarte&lt;br /&gt;Que sendo de toda a parte&lt;br /&gt;Dos mortais sou o mais comum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizei-me com o que já fiz&lt;br /&gt;Vivo deliciado e feliz&lt;br /&gt;Não sendo de lado nenhum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-1343269580085069735?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/1343269580085069735/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link 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completamente feliz&lt;br /&gt;Preciso sim de amizades reais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada gesto de um sincero amigo&lt;br /&gt;É uma dádiva para meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Naturalmente eu aqui vos digo&lt;br /&gt;Que ele tem sempre a solução&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigo é uma presença constante&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes estando distante&lt;br /&gt;Não precisando de nos ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigo conhece o nosso olhar&lt;br /&gt;Nem precisa de falar&lt;br /&gt;Já sabe o que queremos dizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-8695689775538739447?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/8695689775538739447/comments/default' title='Enviar 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w8Dwayzgc4k/TmpUVr7GsEI/AAAAAAAABTY/tDy9NnXwSRg/s320/Flor+com+moldura+de+pedra.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;oje, lembrei-me de evocar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;s predicados e qualidades de todas as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ulheres !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;las foram e serão um farol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;as nossas vidas !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;gora e sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;uardam o sofrimento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;scondendo as dificuldades e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;inimizando a dor !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Á&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;s minhas amigas, deixo esta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;erecida homenagem !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Ú&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;nicamente sentia que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;he devia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;á muito tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;sta sincera e humilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ecompensa !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-5079580492348740267?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/5079580492348740267/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=5079580492348740267' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/5079580492348740267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/5079580492348740267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/09/homenagem-mulher-acrostico.html' title='HOMENAGEM Á MULHER ( Acróstico )'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w8Dwayzgc4k/TmpUVr7GsEI/AAAAAAAABTY/tDy9NnXwSRg/s72-c/Flor+com+moldura+de+pedra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-1283677104246773283</id><published>2011-09-09T08:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T08:41:59.862+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PENSAMENTO DE OPTIMISMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GyGkew1ICSE/TmnCD2MEgII/AAAAAAAABTU/uwLpaC6MEo4/s1600/Alegria%252C+com+recado+e+foto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GyGkew1ICSE/TmnCD2MEgII/AAAAAAAABTU/uwLpaC6MEo4/s320/Alegria%252C+com+recado+e+foto.jpg" width="256px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuida-te para que o pessimismo não se agasalhe&lt;br /&gt;nos teus sentimentos, anestasiando-te a vontade !&lt;br /&gt;Reveste-te de bom ânimo e prossegue, imperturbável !&lt;br /&gt;O teu estado de ânimo contribui para o resultado&lt;br /&gt;das tuas aspirações e dos teus actos !&lt;br /&gt;Em tudo o que faças,&lt;br /&gt;coloca o Sol da esperança,&lt;br /&gt;com o calor do optimismo&lt;br /&gt;e o êxito será inevitável !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-1283677104246773283?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/1283677104246773283/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=1283677104246773283' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-8858480298942311204</id><published>2011-09-08T16:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T16:50:54.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SOU UM HOMEM...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NJ5LdLV9pVk/TmjbxO6ER8I/AAAAAAAABTQ/J63tlOwy1nc/s1600/Rz4j-10e-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NJ5LdLV9pVk/TmjbxO6ER8I/AAAAAAAABTQ/J63tlOwy1nc/s320/Rz4j-10e-1.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou um homem do universo&lt;br /&gt;Onde se cometem atrocicidades&lt;br /&gt;Dou a entender em cada verso&lt;br /&gt;Que não pactuo com crueldades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou um homem deste mundo&lt;br /&gt;Onde reina a desigualdade&lt;br /&gt;Não há nada mais profundo&lt;br /&gt;Que sentir tanta falsidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou um homem persistente&lt;br /&gt;Continuando mais irreverente&lt;br /&gt;Em querer ajudar a sociedade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouco ou nada poderei fazer&lt;br /&gt;Contudo não fujo do dever&lt;br /&gt;De a todos contar a verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-8858480298942311204?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/8858480298942311204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=8858480298942311204' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/8858480298942311204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/8858480298942311204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/09/sou-um-homem.html' title='SOU UM HOMEM...'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NJ5LdLV9pVk/TmjbxO6ER8I/AAAAAAAABTQ/J63tlOwy1nc/s72-c/Rz4j-10e-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-3908728209761093956</id><published>2011-09-08T11:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T11:30:42.625+01:00</updated><title type='text'>OBRIGADO MAR LINDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XV4H_6BQN14/TmiX5Ul31SI/AAAAAAAABTM/CcKNf2dsWOE/s1600/Praia+de+Sines+com+vista+parcial+do+castelo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XV4H_6BQN14/TmiX5Ul31SI/AAAAAAAABTM/CcKNf2dsWOE/s320/Praia+de+Sines+com+vista+parcial+do+castelo.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novamente aqui estou...&lt;br /&gt;Tendo tu como companhia,&lt;br /&gt;Descanso, relaxo,&lt;br /&gt;Fico liberto !&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos no nosso mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Eu e tu mar imenso !&lt;br /&gt;Gosto e preciso do teu barulho,&lt;br /&gt;Por contraditório que pareça,&lt;br /&gt;Ajuda-me a procurar o meu silêncio !&lt;br /&gt;Poderão tuas vagas gritar alto,&lt;br /&gt;Que nelas encontro&lt;br /&gt;A serenidade para enfrentar&lt;br /&gt;Os meus desafios !&lt;br /&gt;Poderão tuas correntes&lt;br /&gt;Aumentar de intensidade,&lt;br /&gt;Que nelas descubro&lt;br /&gt;A coragem de seguir em frente !&lt;br /&gt;Poderás parecer um chão,&lt;br /&gt;Que nele busco a alegria&lt;br /&gt;Que enche o meu coração !&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado, mar lindo...&lt;br /&gt;Por pintares os meus dias&lt;br /&gt;De amor, carinho e muita cor !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-3908728209761093956?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XV4H_6BQN14/TmiX5Ul31SI/AAAAAAAABTM/CcKNf2dsWOE/s72-c/Praia+de+Sines+com+vista+parcial+do+castelo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-3895759020430358859</id><published>2011-09-08T11:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T11:21:57.876+01:00</updated><title type='text'>LONGA ESPERA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uUM9dakHHnk/TmiVmvbB7AI/AAAAAAAABTI/hW_glpBEaEQ/s1600/Sala+repleta+de+pessoas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205px" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uUM9dakHHnk/TmiVmvbB7AI/AAAAAAAABTI/hW_glpBEaEQ/s320/Sala+repleta+de+pessoas.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onze horas numa manhã&lt;br /&gt;Igual a tantas outras !&lt;br /&gt;Lá fora...&lt;br /&gt;O cinzento do céu chuvoso,&lt;br /&gt;Reflecte-se no rosto das pessoas&lt;br /&gt;Que esperam e desesperam&lt;br /&gt;Numa sala de consulta esterna&lt;br /&gt;num Hospital !&lt;br /&gt;O sussuro das vozes,&lt;br /&gt;Reproduz o sofrimento imenso&lt;br /&gt;Espelhado em cada face !&lt;br /&gt;Desesperando...&lt;br /&gt;Vão estes Seres bebendo o tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Aguardando que alguém&lt;br /&gt;Chame o seu nome !&lt;br /&gt;O tempo, esse...&lt;br /&gt;Continua chuvoso,&lt;br /&gt;Cinzento, pesado,&lt;br /&gt;Como a espera longa&lt;br /&gt;Que dezenas de pessoas&lt;br /&gt;Suportam heróicamente !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div 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Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uUM9dakHHnk/TmiVmvbB7AI/AAAAAAAABTI/hW_glpBEaEQ/s72-c/Sala+repleta+de+pessoas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-3440894108907570667</id><published>2011-09-08T10:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T10:00:25.839+01:00</updated><title type='text'>APETECE-ME...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiE_knhLZWM/TmiDHW0OyYI/AAAAAAAABTE/wnfSADQcD0k/s1600/Casal+com+c%25C3%25A9u+em+fundo+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiE_knhLZWM/TmiDHW0OyYI/AAAAAAAABTE/wnfSADQcD0k/s320/Casal+com+c%25C3%25A9u+em+fundo+2.jpg" width="239px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu Bem,&lt;br /&gt;Apetece-me...&lt;br /&gt;Escrever, escrever, escrever...&lt;br /&gt;Encher as páginas&lt;br /&gt;Dos meus cadernos,&lt;br /&gt;As folhas da minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;As paredes do meu dia a dia !&lt;br /&gt;Apetece-me...&lt;br /&gt;Escrever a nossa história,&lt;br /&gt;Transformar o teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Num fabuloso livro da vida !&lt;br /&gt;Apetece-me...&lt;br /&gt;Recordar e reviver&lt;br /&gt;Os momentos marcantes&lt;br /&gt;Que passámos !&lt;br /&gt;Apetece-me...&lt;br /&gt;Abraçar-te sofregamente,&lt;br /&gt;Agora que chegaste&lt;br /&gt;Perto de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto as palavras adormecem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES &lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-3440894108907570667?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/3440894108907570667/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=3440894108907570667' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/3440894108907570667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/3440894108907570667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/09/apetece-me.html' title='APETECE-ME...'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiE_knhLZWM/TmiDHW0OyYI/AAAAAAAABTE/wnfSADQcD0k/s72-c/Casal+com+c%25C3%25A9u+em+fundo+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-716321296752076906</id><published>2011-09-08T09:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T09:01:31.714+01:00</updated><title type='text'>VIVENDO SORRINDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tc9wBJ0RZNg/Tmh0bssLM4I/AAAAAAAABTA/MgYel9W2hUY/s1600/Fotos+minhas+com+cachoeira+ao+lado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tc9wBJ0RZNg/Tmh0bssLM4I/AAAAAAAABTA/MgYel9W2hUY/s320/Fotos+minhas+com+cachoeira+ao+lado.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me assusto com a idade, pelo contrário, vivo com&lt;br /&gt;mais intensidade cada dia que passa !&lt;br /&gt;Tento tirar todo o prazer de cada momento, sentir e viver&lt;br /&gt;todos os segundos como se fossem os últimos !&lt;br /&gt;Interiorizo cada mudança fisíca, cada alteração morfológica,&lt;br /&gt;com o meu sorriso de sempre !&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo sorriso que me acompanha em todos os momentos,&lt;br /&gt;ajudando-me a superar os maus com um pensamento positivo !&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo o prazer da vida, vivo cada instante !&lt;br /&gt;Cada momento é único, cada gesto tem seu mistério,&lt;br /&gt;cada raiar tem seu encanto !&lt;br /&gt;Vou caminhando na estrada da vida, cada vez mais seguro,&lt;br /&gt;cada vez mais certo que...&lt;br /&gt;sorrindo, alegrarei meu coração e deixarei cada dia mais&lt;br /&gt;repleto de luz,&lt;br /&gt;até que o destino queira !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-716321296752076906?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/716321296752076906/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=716321296752076906' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/716321296752076906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/716321296752076906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/09/vivendo-sorrindo.html' title='VIVENDO SORRINDO'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tc9wBJ0RZNg/Tmh0bssLM4I/AAAAAAAABTA/MgYel9W2hUY/s72-c/Fotos+minhas+com+cachoeira+ao+lado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-1223819654198358614</id><published>2011-09-08T08:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T08:41:10.789+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PESCADOR VALENTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sx8xDPH0hBw/Tmhwv2GqWVI/AAAAAAAABS8/FikgbRnK8t8/s1600/Pescadores+na+praia+safando+aparelho.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sx8xDPH0hBw/Tmhwv2GqWVI/AAAAAAAABS8/FikgbRnK8t8/s320/Pescadores+na+praia+safando+aparelho.bmp" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida do Pescador&lt;br /&gt;É feita de muita canseira&lt;br /&gt;Nasce e morre sofredor&lt;br /&gt;A bordo de uma traineira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Á tarde ou de manhãzinha&lt;br /&gt;Ele lá parte para o mar&lt;br /&gt;Com o farnel na cestinha&lt;br /&gt;Querendo a casa retornar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tem horas para dormir&lt;br /&gt;Espera por algum peixe surgir&lt;br /&gt;Pede a Deus que o sustente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre muito luta e muita dor&lt;br /&gt;No meio da chuva, frio e calor&lt;br /&gt;Assim temos o Pescador valente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-1223819654198358614?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/1223819654198358614/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=1223819654198358614' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/1223819654198358614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/1223819654198358614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/09/pescador-valente.html' title='PESCADOR VALENTE'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sx8xDPH0hBw/Tmhwv2GqWVI/AAAAAAAABS8/FikgbRnK8t8/s72-c/Pescadores+na+praia+safando+aparelho.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-4744218053594297321</id><published>2011-09-07T08:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T08:47:49.291+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PAÍS DEGRADADO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZadB5C667cg/TmcgyGJb-YI/AAAAAAAABS4/diVckz8lhgA/s1600/Mapa+de+portugal+com+bandeira+e+escudo.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZadB5C667cg/TmcgyGJb-YI/AAAAAAAABS4/diVckz8lhgA/s320/Mapa+de+portugal+com+bandeira+e+escudo.bmp" width="226px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo o meu País degradado&lt;br /&gt;Com tanta hipocrisia&lt;br /&gt;Sem querer dele vivo afastado&lt;br /&gt;Pois já não encontro alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nestes tempos de agora&lt;br /&gt;Que chamam de liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Há sempre uma triste hora&lt;br /&gt;Onde só reina a maldade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com um pouco de vontade&lt;br /&gt;Todos em pé de igualdade&lt;br /&gt;Poderíamos algo construir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas uns certos Senhores&lt;br /&gt;Uns engenheiros, outros doutores&lt;br /&gt;Tudo ganham em destruir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-4744218053594297321?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/4744218053594297321/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=4744218053594297321' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/4744218053594297321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/4744218053594297321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/09/pais-degradado.html' title='PAÍS DEGRADADO'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZadB5C667cg/TmcgyGJb-YI/AAAAAAAABS4/diVckz8lhgA/s72-c/Mapa+de+portugal+com+bandeira+e+escudo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-5658144693992814147</id><published>2011-09-07T08:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T08:41:42.008+01:00</updated><title type='text'>AMANHÃ MELHOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agUaQkRr9fM/TmcfCTkSY4I/AAAAAAAABS0/gRFVWBfYdjA/s1600/criancas_22-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288px" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agUaQkRr9fM/TmcfCTkSY4I/AAAAAAAABS0/gRFVWBfYdjA/s320/criancas_22-01.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanta criança abandonada&lt;br /&gt;Muitas com tenra idade&lt;br /&gt;Será que ninguém faz nada&lt;br /&gt;Perante esta crueldade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com algumas coisas que vejo&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes fico preocupado&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de mim sinto o desejo&lt;br /&gt;De ver tudo isso mudado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosso mundo está decadente&lt;br /&gt;Que não olha para o presente&lt;br /&gt;Tornando o futuro pior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajudemos nossas crianças&lt;br /&gt;Sendo elas as nossas esperanças&lt;br /&gt;Para termos um amanhã melhor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-5658144693992814147?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/5658144693992814147/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=5658144693992814147' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/5658144693992814147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/5658144693992814147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/09/amanha-melhor.html' title='AMANHÃ MELHOR'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agUaQkRr9fM/TmcfCTkSY4I/AAAAAAAABS0/gRFVWBfYdjA/s72-c/criancas_22-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-9110736762188928468</id><published>2011-09-07T08:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T08:35:21.163+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NÃO MEREÇO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f407HW1PsMc/Tmcd7JOHtAI/AAAAAAAABSw/0vwAWxNS0zA/s1600/Livro+com+foto+minha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216px" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f407HW1PsMc/Tmcd7JOHtAI/AAAAAAAABSw/0vwAWxNS0zA/s320/Livro+com+foto+minha.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quem me chama de Poeta&lt;br /&gt;A todos eu aqui agradeço&lt;br /&gt;De uma forma humilde e discreta&lt;br /&gt;Assumo que não o mereço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não procuro nada de especial&lt;br /&gt;Muito menos vedetismo&lt;br /&gt;Minha escrita é natural&lt;br /&gt;Dou-me mal com o protagonismo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim vou seguindo em frente&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes teimosamente&lt;br /&gt;Abraçado á inspiração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Através dela vou brincando&lt;br /&gt;Com todo o gosto vou partilhando&lt;br /&gt;E dou asas á imaginação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-9110736762188928468?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/9110736762188928468/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=9110736762188928468' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/9110736762188928468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/9110736762188928468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/09/nao-mereco.html' title='NÃO MEREÇO'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f407HW1PsMc/Tmcd7JOHtAI/AAAAAAAABSw/0vwAWxNS0zA/s72-c/Livro+com+foto+minha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-6820580646511546961</id><published>2011-09-06T12:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T12:44:17.667+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SINES, MINHA VAIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YmM8pL4c78E/TmYGtXNnUPI/AAAAAAAABSs/cj3tDuWktvM/s1600/-Sines%252C+imagem+do+Castelo%252C+da+%25C3%25A1gua.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YmM8pL4c78E/TmYGtXNnUPI/AAAAAAAABSs/cj3tDuWktvM/s320/-Sines%252C+imagem+do+Castelo%252C+da+%25C3%25A1gua.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De improviso sabem bem&lt;br /&gt;Construir uma quadrinha&lt;br /&gt;Escrever de Sines é também&lt;br /&gt;Uma grande vaidade minha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em minha terra é tudo belo&lt;br /&gt;Alguém lhe deu muita fama&lt;br /&gt;Aqui nasceu junto ao Castelo&lt;br /&gt;O navegador Vasco da Gama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegou a hora merecida&lt;br /&gt;De a ti terra tão querida&lt;br /&gt;Enaltecer a tua beleza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas palavras tento descrever&lt;br /&gt;A maravilha e o prazer&lt;br /&gt;Que é dispor da tua riqueza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-6820580646511546961?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/6820580646511546961/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=6820580646511546961' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/6820580646511546961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/6820580646511546961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/09/sines-minha-vaidade.html' title='SINES, MINHA VAIDADE'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YmM8pL4c78E/TmYGtXNnUPI/AAAAAAAABSs/cj3tDuWktvM/s72-c/-Sines%252C+imagem+do+Castelo%252C+da+%25C3%25A1gua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-643828295024093092</id><published>2011-09-06T08:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T08:42:24.359+01:00</updated><title type='text'>AMIGO DE VERDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l3LR2UGweDE/TmXNxL8B_cI/AAAAAAAABSo/OO8PJbzA4Gc/s1600/amigos_coracao1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="309px" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l3LR2UGweDE/TmXNxL8B_cI/AAAAAAAABSo/OO8PJbzA4Gc/s320/amigos_coracao1.png" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O significado da palavra "Amigo"&lt;br /&gt;É muito delicado e abrangente&lt;br /&gt;Vou aprendendo sempre contigo&lt;br /&gt;O que é estar todos os dias presente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por pequeno que o gesto seja&lt;br /&gt;Engrandece a verdadeira amizade&lt;br /&gt;É a atitude que sempre se deseja&lt;br /&gt;Para reforçar nossa humildade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser amigo de verdade&lt;br /&gt;É ter muita simplicidade&lt;br /&gt;E respeitar toda a gente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É compartilhar segredos&lt;br /&gt;É afastar todos os medos&lt;br /&gt;É lutar e seguir em frente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-643828295024093092?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/643828295024093092/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=643828295024093092' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/643828295024093092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/643828295024093092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/09/amigo-de-verdade.html' title='AMIGO DE VERDADE'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l3LR2UGweDE/TmXNxL8B_cI/AAAAAAAABSo/OO8PJbzA4Gc/s72-c/amigos_coracao1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-479673658774693514</id><published>2011-09-05T05:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T05:58:52.920+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CORAÇÃO ENTREGUE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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entregar meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-479673658774693514?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/479673658774693514/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=479673658774693514' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/479673658774693514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/479673658774693514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/09/coracao-entregue.html' title='CORAÇÃO ENTREGUE'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MxE5iIjuA0U/TmRWMjFQ_CI/AAAAAAAABSk/svRd4WS3VeY/s72-c/Cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+e+bisnaga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-8927673003007492367</id><published>2011-09-04T20:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T20:52:36.271+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O SILÊNCIO ( QUADRAS )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5r-lvspZvqE/TmPWLHHHMzI/AAAAAAAABSg/5dp0xq-6MXA/s1600/silencio-do-blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5r-lvspZvqE/TmPWLHHHMzI/AAAAAAAABSg/5dp0xq-6MXA/s320/silencio-do-blog.jpg" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por estranho que pareça&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio se pensado&lt;br /&gt;Entra na nossa cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Como se fora escutado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio é bem melhor&lt;br /&gt;Que ficar arrependido :&lt;br /&gt;- Haverá coisa pior&lt;br /&gt;Que palavras sem sentido ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio pode dizer&lt;br /&gt;O que a mente quer calar :&lt;br /&gt;- Se o souberes entender&lt;br /&gt;O amor podes achar !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu deves ficar calado&lt;br /&gt;Para evitar baboseiras&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio é desejado&lt;br /&gt;Para não dizeres asneiras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUTOR - GABRIEL DE SOUSA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-8927673003007492367?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/8927673003007492367/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=8927673003007492367' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/8927673003007492367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/8927673003007492367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-silencio-quadras.html' title='O SILÊNCIO ( QUADRAS )'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5r-lvspZvqE/TmPWLHHHMzI/AAAAAAAABSg/5dp0xq-6MXA/s72-c/silencio-do-blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-6616669859504471392</id><published>2011-09-04T20:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T20:47:46.738+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A JUVENTUDE E O FUTURO ( QUADRAS )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IZez9MLUiZM/TmPU2y38n5I/AAAAAAAABSc/YoaZq-HCaIA/s1600/criancas_22-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IZez9MLUiZM/TmPU2y38n5I/AAAAAAAABSc/YoaZq-HCaIA/s320/criancas_22-01.jpg" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu sentimento mais puro&lt;br /&gt;E minha maior virtude...&lt;br /&gt;...É saber que o futuro&lt;br /&gt;Pertence á juventude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu desejo mais profundo&lt;br /&gt;É que a nossa juventude&lt;br /&gt;Consiga mudar o mundo&lt;br /&gt;E fazer o que eu não pude !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao olhar uma criança,&lt;br /&gt;Eu descubro bem no fundo...&lt;br /&gt;...Um oceano de esperança&lt;br /&gt;Para transformar o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já batemos bem no fundo,&lt;br /&gt;A mim já nada me ilude:&lt;br /&gt;- Para transformar o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Só se for a juventude !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUTOR - GABRIEL DE SOUSA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-6616669859504471392?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/6616669859504471392/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=6616669859504471392' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/6616669859504471392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>IMPROVISO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j0NezzSR7EU/TmPTpQoCO0I/AAAAAAAABSY/rgmS1Rygtps/s1600/JORGEPRESENTE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j0NezzSR7EU/TmPTpQoCO0I/AAAAAAAABSY/rgmS1Rygtps/s320/JORGEPRESENTE.jpg" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto muito de improvisar&lt;br /&gt;Com isso fico satisfeito&lt;br /&gt;Minha meta é partilhar&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que sai do meu peito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um improviso é mesmo assim&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes não soa bem&lt;br /&gt;São os versos que há em mim&lt;br /&gt;Quando a inspiração não vem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou brincando a escrever&lt;br /&gt;Poeta, não desejando ser&lt;br /&gt;Não tendo essa obcessão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As palavras saem de improviso&lt;br /&gt;Acompanhadas pelo meu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;E derramando minha emoção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-5941645749875486993?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/5941645749875486993/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=5941645749875486993' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/5941645749875486993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/5941645749875486993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/09/improviso.html' title='IMPROVISO'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j0NezzSR7EU/TmPTpQoCO0I/AAAAAAAABSY/rgmS1Rygtps/s72-c/JORGEPRESENTE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-1029214207355473640</id><published>2011-09-04T20:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T20:36:29.154+01:00</updated><title type='text'>BEIJOS EM VIAGEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WfCPm1DZH0o/TmPSJ5C_1dI/AAAAAAAABSU/R6Ph9JTOH1k/s1600/beijos-14022.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WfCPm1DZH0o/TmPSJ5C_1dI/AAAAAAAABSU/R6Ph9JTOH1k/s1600/beijos-14022.gif" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo que segue e voa&lt;br /&gt;Para o outro lado do mar&lt;br /&gt;Vai direito a uma pessoa&lt;br /&gt;Que eu vou sempre admirar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá vai outro beijo de viagem&lt;br /&gt;Com destino a alguém especial&lt;br /&gt;Transporta na sua bagagem&lt;br /&gt;Uma saudação de Portugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos para um lindo rosto&lt;br /&gt;Enviados com muito gosto&lt;br /&gt;Carregados de imensa emoção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambos são portadores dum recado&lt;br /&gt;Que vai num envelope fechado&lt;br /&gt;Direitinho a um certo coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-1029214207355473640?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/1029214207355473640/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=1029214207355473640' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/1029214207355473640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/1029214207355473640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/09/beijos-em-viagem.html' title='BEIJOS EM VIAGEM'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WfCPm1DZH0o/TmPSJ5C_1dI/AAAAAAAABSU/R6Ph9JTOH1k/s72-c/beijos-14022.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-1746082769679426622</id><published>2011-09-04T20:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T20:30:17.963+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PRAIA INSPIRADORA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Xjyr9My-3Y/TmPQY48jrAI/AAAAAAAABSQ/4yESuMVyrZw/s1600/Praia+de+Sines%252C+v%25C3%25A1rias+fotos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Xjyr9My-3Y/TmPQY48jrAI/AAAAAAAABSQ/4yESuMVyrZw/s320/Praia+de+Sines%252C+v%25C3%25A1rias+fotos.jpg" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a praia&amp;nbsp;em que&amp;nbsp;me deleito&lt;br /&gt;Onde procuro a inspiração&lt;br /&gt;É o sítio&amp;nbsp;onde o meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Dá asas á sua imaginação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho sorte em dela dispor&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo junto a meus pés&lt;br /&gt;Delicio-me com o sabor&lt;br /&gt;Da magia vinda nas marés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta praia que me fascina&lt;br /&gt;Entontece e também domina&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me simplesmente enlouquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a visito fico liberto&lt;br /&gt;Olho para ela e desperto&lt;br /&gt;Não imaginam com que prazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-1746082769679426622?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/1746082769679426622/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=1746082769679426622' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/1746082769679426622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/1746082769679426622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/09/praia-inspiradora.html' title='PRAIA INSPIRADORA'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Xjyr9My-3Y/TmPQY48jrAI/AAAAAAAABSQ/4yESuMVyrZw/s72-c/Praia+de+Sines%252C+v%25C3%25A1rias+fotos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-7072298087066560251</id><published>2011-09-04T20:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T20:21:48.502+01:00</updated><title type='text'>VIDA COM ALEGRIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cj3gtS4mz1M/TmPO-AL-8yI/AAAAAAAABSM/8gqJpU9SEvs/s1600/3q4z9nby.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cj3gtS4mz1M/TmPO-AL-8yI/AAAAAAAABSM/8gqJpU9SEvs/s1600/3q4z9nby.gif" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida para ser vivida&lt;br /&gt;Tem que ter muita alegria&lt;br /&gt;Com um sorriso é servida&lt;br /&gt;No nascer de cada dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usamos a nossa alegria&lt;br /&gt;Para disfarçar a seriedade&lt;br /&gt;Senão fosse assim quem diria&lt;br /&gt;Que achávamos a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida sem felicidade&lt;br /&gt;É uma triste crueldade&lt;br /&gt;Sendo uma causa perdida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma profunda tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Não termos nenhuma beleza&lt;br /&gt;Dentro da nossa própria vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-7072298087066560251?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/7072298087066560251/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=7072298087066560251' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/7072298087066560251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/7072298087066560251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/09/vida-com-alegria.html' title='VIDA COM ALEGRIA'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cj3gtS4mz1M/TmPO-AL-8yI/AAAAAAAABSM/8gqJpU9SEvs/s72-c/3q4z9nby.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-3720561740877320699</id><published>2011-09-03T20:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T20:55:06.319+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SER ALENTEJANO ( Quadras )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B_b-GqNKO3A/TmKFVnq5VwI/AAAAAAAABSI/ysAtqOV-JFA/s1600/JORGE-1-1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B_b-GqNKO3A/TmKFVnq5VwI/AAAAAAAABSI/ysAtqOV-JFA/s320/JORGE-1-1.gif" width="235px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho um orgulho intenso&lt;br /&gt;De ter nascido alentejano&lt;br /&gt;Olho este campo imenso&lt;br /&gt;Daqui perto do oceano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser alentejano é para mim&lt;br /&gt;Uma honra e um prazer&lt;br /&gt;É preservar até ao fim&lt;br /&gt;O que melhor há para ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O alentejo é um mundo&lt;br /&gt;Que a todos quero mostrar&lt;br /&gt;Venham ver isto a fundo&lt;br /&gt;De certeza que vão gostar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem praias maravilhosas&lt;br /&gt;Tem campos com seus trigais&lt;br /&gt;Tem paisagens tão formosas&lt;br /&gt;Tem tudo isto e muito mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-3720561740877320699?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/3720561740877320699/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=3720561740877320699' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/3720561740877320699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/3720561740877320699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/09/ser-alentejano-quadras.html' title='SER ALENTEJANO ( Quadras )'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B_b-GqNKO3A/TmKFVnq5VwI/AAAAAAAABSI/ysAtqOV-JFA/s72-c/JORGE-1-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-4211987786441636377</id><published>2011-09-03T20:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T20:50:02.634+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PALAVRAS DE AMIZADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4cNk10Il-KA/TmKEImWzwqI/AAAAAAAABSE/CI6vg9T3mRA/s1600/Agradecimento+pela+amizade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4cNk10Il-KA/TmKEImWzwqI/AAAAAAAABSE/CI6vg9T3mRA/s320/Agradecimento+pela+amizade.jpg" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuas palavras são reluzentes&lt;br /&gt;Majestoso é o teu carinho&lt;br /&gt;São dádivas, são presentes&lt;br /&gt;Que colocas no meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podes me chamar de amigo&lt;br /&gt;Pois prezo muito a amizade&lt;br /&gt;É o que farei também contigo&lt;br /&gt;Te considerar de verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As palavras me sensibilizaram&lt;br /&gt;Teus elogios me agradaram&lt;br /&gt;Me deixaram sem reacção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho tudo a retribuir&lt;br /&gt;Farei os possíveis por conseguir&lt;br /&gt;Que nossa amizade seja uma benção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-4211987786441636377?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/4211987786441636377/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=4211987786441636377' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/4211987786441636377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/4211987786441636377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/09/palavras-de-amizade.html' title='PALAVRAS DE AMIZADE'/><author><name>Jorge Brites</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535965630133510691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9chilX2xSg/SJ-14uncIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/arg_2AgTDng/s1600-R/JB3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4cNk10Il-KA/TmKEImWzwqI/AAAAAAAABSE/CI6vg9T3mRA/s72-c/Agradecimento+pela+amizade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323098407978380291.post-6468514330186734926</id><published>2011-09-03T20:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T20:44:34.523+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TU ÉS A ROSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P6SmK1iff1o/TmKCzgBLG8I/AAAAAAAABSA/9iwg-Q6tNcI/s1600/Flores+com+recado.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P6SmK1iff1o/TmKCzgBLG8I/AAAAAAAABSA/9iwg-Q6tNcI/s320/Flores+com+recado.gif" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu és a rosa, és a flor&lt;br /&gt;És o perfume do meu jardim&lt;br /&gt;Simbolizas o lindo amor&lt;br /&gt;Que nasceu dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrever assim do amor&lt;br /&gt;Está no coração da gente&lt;br /&gt;Só nós sabemos o sabor&lt;br /&gt;Deste amar tão eloquente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aconteceu tudo naturalmente&lt;br /&gt;Ao receber o amor de presente&lt;br /&gt;Assim o destino quis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço com imenso carinho&lt;br /&gt;Teres surgido de mansinho&lt;br /&gt;Começando então a ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORGE BRITES&lt;br /&gt;Partilhando o meu Sorriso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/323098407978380291-6468514330186734926?l=jotafrutas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/6468514330186734926/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=323098407978380291&amp;postID=6468514330186734926' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/6468514330186734926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/323098407978380291/posts/default/6468514330186734926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotafrutas.blogspot.com/2011/09/tu-es-rosa.html' title='TU ÉS A ROSA'/><author><name>Jorge 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