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As estrelas refletem as minhas faces
A lua o brilho dos meus olhos
E as águas do mar na verdade são as minhas lágrimas
Sou o reflexo do infinito no meu íntimo
A grande tela irreal onde Deus pinta a sua arte</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tássio Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861541138411295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-7745893548679829904</id><published>2011-03-11T17:48:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T17:49:50.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lágrimas de poesia</title><content type='html'>Ao contemplar a sua beleza&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas de poesia brotam da minha alma..&lt;br /&gt;Puro silêncio e êxtase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os pássaros cantam o nosso amor,&lt;br /&gt;As flores exalam em esplendor o nosso perfume,&lt;br /&gt;O milagre de cada momento é reconhecido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, flor da minha alma !&lt;br /&gt;És tão transparente que as minhas lágrimas refletidas em ti,&lt;br /&gt;Ecoam pelo infinito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tássio Revelat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861541138411295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-8216242683697415154</id><published>2011-03-11T17:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T17:48:49.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um beijo da flor</title><content type='html'>Um beijo da flor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Beijo aconteceu...de forma natural, como tudo aquilo que é divino, depois de algumas horas, quando o seu corpo surreal não era mais a extensão do meu...perguntei a imensidão do céu :&lt;br /&gt;Onde está o milagre da vida e da poesia ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intuitivamente aflorou do meu ser a resposta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Dos seus lábios de mel "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao senti intensamente o que estava passando dentro de mim, vislumbrei novamente o infinito do céu e percebe algo diferente:&lt;br /&gt;Tinha nascido mais uma estrela. Era uma estrela cadente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un beso Flor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El beso que paso ...... tan natural, ya que todo es divino, después de unas horas cuando su cuerpo no era la extensión más surrealista de la mina, pidió a la inmensidad del cielo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el milagro de la vida y la poesía?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intuitivamente me tocó ser la respuesta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SUS LABIOS DE MIEL"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando usted se siente intensamente lo que estaba pasando dentro de mí, vi de nuevo el cielo infinito y ve algo diferente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La mayoría había nacido una estrella, era una estrella fugaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Espanhol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-8216242683697415154?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/8216242683697415154/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=8216242683697415154' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/8216242683697415154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/8216242683697415154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/2011/03/um-beijo-da-flor.html' title='Um beijo da flor'/><author><name>Tássio Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861541138411295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-560748624425691817</id><published>2011-03-11T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T17:46:06.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O poder da palavra</title><content type='html'>Enquanto acreditarmos no poder transformador da palavra, faremos da nossa prática, flores construídas no ar e essas flores, não mais sementes, se transformarão em sonhos realizados, palavras que dançam e sorrisos que brincam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si bien creemos en el poder transformador de la palabra, haremos nuestra práctica, flores construido en el aire, y esas flores, las semillas no más se convertirá en sueños realizados, las palabras que la danza y las sonrisas de juego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Espanhol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-560748624425691817?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/560748624425691817/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=560748624425691817' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/560748624425691817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/560748624425691817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-poder-da-palavra.html' title='O poder da palavra'/><author><name>Tássio Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861541138411295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-5166972596653667382</id><published>2011-03-11T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T17:45:05.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Além da sombra</title><content type='html'>Que a ilusão da nossa própria sombra e as contradições do nosso caminho não tirem a sensibilidade do nosso olhar. Que possamos   trazer para o nosso íntimo o sentido pleno dessa frase:&lt;br /&gt; "Estar cheio de vida é respirar profundamente, mover-se livremente e sentir com intensidade." (Alexander Lowen)&lt;br /&gt;A vida merece sim ser vivida, em compasso com o divino e o sagrado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tássio Revelat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-5166972596653667382?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/5166972596653667382/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=5166972596653667382' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/5166972596653667382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/5166972596653667382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/2011/03/alem-da-sombra.html' title='Além da sombra'/><author><name>Tássio Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861541138411295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-6616269473627248851</id><published>2011-03-11T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T17:44:04.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O poder do amor de um beija-flor</title><content type='html'>Sua sabedoria, beleza e poesia fazem o beija-flor voar para o mais alto dos montes e chorar lágrimas de alegria. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Lá do alto, onde a visão humana não mais alcança, o seu canto e as suas lágrimas aluminadas por esse amor atemporal vivificam toda a face da terra... onde há guerras, os homens reverenciam-se em gratidão, onde há fome, os homens se vêem saciados, onde há enchentes e secas, a natureza retorna ao equilíbrio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     O beija-flor inspirado pela sabedoria e beleza de sua flor entra num estado de júbilo e êxtase ao ver as crianças e adolescentes amando o conhecimento através da dança, poesia e os caminhos do vento. O Beija-flor percebe que o amor dele pela sua flor possui a capacidade de iluminar as estrelas e o coração dos homens e de revelar os segredos de todas as escrituras. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Tudo parecia está em pleno estado de perfeição e harmonia na terra, mas o beija-flor percebeu que faltava algo, o que seria ? &lt;br /&gt;A terra ainda não tinha se transformado no paraíso completo como os poetas e místicos sempre profetizaram, então ele foi contemplar a sua flor num dos mais belos jardins da terra, em noite de lua cheia, chegando nesse local mágico, ele passou a observar o reflexo da lua nas belíssimas águas do mar, quando em revelação ele percebeu que a flor que ele tanto amava era reflexo da sua própria essência.&lt;br /&gt;Nesse dia, Deus chorou de tanta alegria e a terra se transformou em paraíso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-6616269473627248851?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/6616269473627248851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=6616269473627248851' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/6616269473627248851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/6616269473627248851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-poder-do-amor-de-um-beija-flor.html' title='O poder do amor de um beija-flor'/><author><name>Tássio Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861541138411295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-5673272709373519064</id><published>2011-03-11T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T17:37:04.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um amor além do tempo</title><content type='html'>Todos os átomos do meu corpo começam a dançar ao som suave da sua  voz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu corpo, já perfumado pelo seu cheiro, torna-se templo com o seu toque sagrado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre palavras e silêncios... momentos de êxtase e júbilo que nos fazem voar para além do tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Imensa beleza dos seus cabelos, que transcende os sentidos, revela  lembranças de outras épocas, lembranças esquecidas.. de tempos perdidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A aurora do seu olhar, que traduz a magia e o poder das Deusas, revela mistérios de um amor proibido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amor profundo e divino, proibido para as leis dos homens, mas enaltecido pela luz flamejante de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tássio Revelat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-5673272709373519064?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/5673272709373519064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=5673272709373519064' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/5673272709373519064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/5673272709373519064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/2011/03/um-amor-alem-do-tempo.html' title='Um amor além do tempo'/><author><name>Tássio Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861541138411295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-1449830301779729104</id><published>2010-08-15T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T12:40:06.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O papel da poesia e dos poetas</title><content type='html'>O papel da poesia e dos poetas em Ipitanga &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os poetas são considerados os primeiros educadores do mundo antigo. Em uma sociedade onde a oralidade era a base do processo comunicativo, os poemas de Homero e Hesíodo eram transmitidos oralmente, pelos filósofos e poetas da antiguidade, através das gerações, encantando e educando.&lt;br /&gt;  A poesia gozava de grande prestigio na educação do povo Grego. A sua importância era em função da necessidade de preservar a memória e as tradições. Nesse contexto a praça pública era considerada o espaço mais importante da cidade, onde os gregos declamavam poemas, contavam estórias e através da dança e do teatro prestavam homenagens aos Deuses, além de praticar a política e a filosofia.  Em Lauro de Freitas, antiga Santo Amaro de Ipitanga, algumas iniciativas locais visam resgatar o papel da poesia na formação dos estudantes. A gestora Cultural Tina Tude, através do projeto ATiTude, pretende implementar nos componentes curriculares das escolas municipais o estudo e o reconhecimento do território, da história e das tradições culturais de Ipitanga. A nomenclatura “ATiTude” faz referência ao poeta Tude Celestino (1921-1989), que segundo os poetas e educadores da cidade o estudo da sua obra literária é um elemento de suma importância para a preservação do nome e da memória de ipitanga.&lt;br /&gt;Além do projeto ATiTude, que está sendo realizado pela Secretaria de Educação, temos em Lauro de Freitas as ações do Projeto Amantes do Conhecimento, que busca promover uma interface entre educação e cultura, organizando nas escolas oficinas literárias, festivais de poesia e eventos culturais. O objetivo central do projeto é fortalecer, através da arte e do lúdico, a prática dos Valores humanos, da ética e da cidadania no espaço escolar. &lt;br /&gt;A nossa sociedade, em comparação ao mundo antigo, possui mais ferramentas e espaços para a troca de informações (internet, etc.) mas , a poesia, a oralidade, a praça pública estão perdendo cada vez o seu valor...  as nossas praças públicas ainda são carentes de atividades culturais e estão longe de ser um ponto de encontro entre intelectuais e artistas. Sendo assim, muitos dos nossos jovens em função da falta sistemática de ações culturais de qualidade em nossas praças ( e na cidade como um todo ) acabam, por vezes, trilhando os caminhos da marginalidade e do consumo de drogas. O cordelista Aloísio Lisboa sensível a essa questão, busca resgatar o sentido simbólico da praça pública, através do seu projeto “ Poesia na Praça ’’ que tem como fonte de inspiração o movimento dos poetas da Praça de Salvador, mas até agora não encontrou apoio das autoridades locais&lt;br /&gt;O advogado e poeta Marcos Peralta em entrevista a equipe do Poesia Baiana afirmou que precisamos ampliar o sentido de praça pública, que não é apenas um local material, com bancos e postes, mas um espaço onde é possível a troca de experiências, afetos e conhecimentos. Como educador e poeta ainda acredito do poder transformador da palavra, sobretudo, da palavra que se transforma em poesia. Portanto, convido as autoridades locais a refletirem sobre essa questão e investirem mais em projetos culturais, principalmente aqueles ligados a formação dos jovens, caso contrário, continuaremos com os altos índices de violência em nossa cidade.&lt;br /&gt; Tássio Revelat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-1449830301779729104?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/1449830301779729104/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=1449830301779729104' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/1449830301779729104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/1449830301779729104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-papel-da-poesia-e-dos-poetas.html' title='O papel da poesia e dos poetas'/><author><name>Tássio Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861541138411295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-4308872798343169397</id><published>2010-07-11T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T12:25:56.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/TDoaKNvW1LI/AAAAAAAAAU4/InYWiABpwhQ/s1600/liberdade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/TDoaKNvW1LI/AAAAAAAAAU4/InYWiABpwhQ/s320/liberdade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492731458321044658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Canção da Alma é você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos olhos de Deus, você é a canção da alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És como uma flor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A canção da alma é liberdade, alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É eterna felicidade !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos olhos de Deus...somente aos olhos de Deus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És amor.. para toda a humanidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A canção da alma é você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não busque compreender o incognoscível, o imensurável, o infinito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como podes compreender as estrelas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem antes cantar para elas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como podes entender a beleza da lua?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem antes escrever poemas de amor para a sua donzela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como podes compreender o valor de uma flor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem antes a desejar para quem lhe magoou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então não busque compreender esta canção, não busque mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois, é impossível compreendê-la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas a sinta, abra o coração, faça-te instrumento,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que Deus em Você possa cantar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tássio Revelat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-4308872798343169397?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/4308872798343169397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=4308872798343169397' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/4308872798343169397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/4308872798343169397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/2010/07/cancao-da-alma-e-voce-aos-olhos-de-deus.html' title=''/><author><name>Tássio Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861541138411295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/TDoaKNvW1LI/AAAAAAAAAU4/InYWiABpwhQ/s72-c/liberdade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-1457256754536876868</id><published>2010-07-11T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T12:16:15.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para além da perfeição</title><content type='html'>Você floresce com o florescer das flores, ama como os animais e dança como as borboletas.&lt;br /&gt;Em pensamento, vc pensa como pensa o vento.....&lt;br /&gt;Mas as flores, o vento, os animais e as borboletas não podem sentir como vc sente e nem amar como vc ama. Somente se a natureza pudesse ter a consciência de Deus ela seria tão perfeita como vc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tássio Revelat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-1457256754536876868?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/1457256754536876868/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=1457256754536876868' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/1457256754536876868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/1457256754536876868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ72lWWXQI/AAAAAAAAAUc/wPQeyP1brI8/s320/APRENDIZAGEM+DO+AMAR.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414025879721762050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com você aprende a amar em silêncio..&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, eu compreendo, o silêncio revela mais do que as palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O seu amor...eleva a minha alma a novas realidades,&lt;br /&gt;E neste instante.&lt;br /&gt;A eternidade é o apreço dos meus olhos enamorados de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A distância entre nós só fez revelar a unidade do nosso amor:&lt;br /&gt;Uma comunhão do sagrado, num encontro de almas.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Amor incompreensível, tu que despertas a chama do lúdico em minha vida&lt;br /&gt;És real ou um sonho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao peregrinar pelos teus olhos, encontro a resposta,&lt;br /&gt;E encho-me de esperanças&lt;br /&gt;Na vida que encontrei em ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tássio Revelat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-3859966399640270304?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/3859966399640270304/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=3859966399640270304' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/3859966399640270304'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-4014380170062774395</id><published>2009-12-11T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T16:43:35.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lágrimas translúcidas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ7Mx8YOdI/AAAAAAAAAUU/oMT7SzVYgrc/s1600-h/LAGRIMAS+TRANSLUCIDAS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 115px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ7Mx8YOdI/AAAAAAAAAUU/oMT7SzVYgrc/s320/LAGRIMAS+TRANSLUCIDAS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414025161547987410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Versos sobre versos derramo sobre o seu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;São lágrimas translúcidas ao encontro da tua alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas sobre Lágrimas....Inundo o teu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Almas afins encontradas num toque de desejo e oração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faces sobre Faces- nosso sorriso de lágrimas- são encontros de eus.&lt;br /&gt;Momentos de revelações, nos quais, timidamente, semeio flores em tua alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que silente- em êxtase – geme de amor...&lt;br /&gt;Vítima fátua dos meus peregrinos.... olhos calmos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tássio Revelat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-4014380170062774395?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/4014380170062774395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=4014380170062774395' 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-6337237248673466865.post-6646251754088162167</id><published>2009-12-11T09:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T09:00:43.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suave compreensão</title><content type='html'>Nesse agora, compreendo, quero morrer em mim..&lt;br /&gt;Ao ponto de não almejar  mais nada&lt;br /&gt;Senão o desejo de conhecer os pensamentos de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver com os seu olhos..&lt;br /&gt;E ouvir com os seus ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;A canção oculta das notas sem sentidos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse  agora, compreendo, a felicidade não existe&lt;br /&gt;Faz- se feliz ao amar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TÁSSIO REVELAT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-6646251754088162167?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-6484933182543964735</id><published>2009-12-11T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T08:59:37.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OLHOS..</title><content type='html'>NEM MESMO A CANÇÃO DA LUA&lt;br /&gt;         OU OS VERSOS DAS ESTRELAS..&lt;br /&gt;      FALAM MAIS DO QUE OS MEUS OLHOS..&lt;br /&gt;             ENAMORADOS DE TI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             TÁSSIO REVALAT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-6484933182543964735?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/6484933182543964735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-4890109808264581739?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/4890109808264581739/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=4890109808264581739' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/4890109808264581739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/4890109808264581739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Tássio Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861541138411295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SrGnMCNPMgI/AAAAAAAAATQ/x2P3nXEVCPU/s72-c/LIVRO+TASSIO+REVELAT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-3957828860195452148</id><published>2009-07-24T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T08:50:33.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poemas registrados</title><content type='html'>Todos os poemas postados nesse site são da minha autoria e devidamente registrados.&lt;br /&gt;Muito Obirgado pela sua visita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poeta Tássio Revelat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-3957828860195452148?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/3957828860195452148/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=3957828860195452148' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/3957828860195452148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/3957828860195452148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/2009/07/poemas-registrados.html' title='poemas registrados'/><author><name>Tássio Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861541138411295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-92886803285121041</id><published>2009-07-23T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:17:07.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gostas poéticas sobre o amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SmjE0nh8vXI/AAAAAAAAAM4/BE8A9vVzVPY/s1600-h/amor+divino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SmjE0nh8vXI/AAAAAAAAAM4/BE8A9vVzVPY/s320/amor+divino.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361751764628192626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotas poéticas sobre amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor humano, parcial e interesseiro, &lt;br /&gt;Faz da mais pura melodia uma canção de enterro! &lt;br /&gt;Amor humano, dualidade contraditória, &lt;br /&gt;Faz da posse do outro os seus momentos de glória!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Amor humano, egoísta e exigente, tu deverias chamar amoródio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Converte-se facilmente em ódio, quando não és supostamente reconhecido, &lt;br /&gt;Amor humano, frágil, inseguro e limitado, &lt;br /&gt;Porém necessário... para uma possível evolução.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Amor divino, belo e significativo, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perdoa o outro até mesmo quando se sente traído, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor divino, incondicional e profundo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liberar sempre a sua fragrância&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas adversidades e tormentos desse mundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Às vezes é taxado de submisso e medíocre por aqueles nunca o sentiram &lt;br /&gt;Mas quem ama divinamente sempre está ganhando.. &lt;br /&gt;Amor divino,belo e encantador &lt;br /&gt;Poetiza com as qualidades do outro, sem nada esperar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-92886803285121041?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/92886803285121041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=92886803285121041' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/92886803285121041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/92886803285121041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/2009/07/gostas-poeticas-sobre-o-amor.html' title='Gostas poéticas sobre o amor'/><author><name>Tássio Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861541138411295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SmjE0nh8vXI/AAAAAAAAAM4/BE8A9vVzVPY/s72-c/amor+divino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-2072704238878586586</id><published>2009-07-06T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:10:56.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salve as águas de Ipitanga</title><content type='html'>Ao pé de uma ipitangueira,&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração arde em fogo a luz de uma nova visão,&lt;br /&gt;Será que é o Santo Amaro de Ipitanga ou o Santo da purificação?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se for o Santo Amaro de Ipitanga,lhe ortogarei uma missão:&lt;br /&gt;Despoluir os rios da nossa cidade que correm pretificados&lt;br /&gt;De tamanha poluição!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em outrora, tais rios eram mananciais de felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora correm mansos,tristes e insossos..&lt;br /&gt;Lamentando a sua própria insalubridade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesses rios correm não somente águas mas o nosso sangue,a nossa História&lt;br /&gt;Todo o sincretismo das comunidades dos Joanes&lt;br /&gt;E as suas glórias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas como todo bom poeta e cidadão,&lt;br /&gt;Não esperarei a ação do Santo,farei logo a minha parte.&lt;br /&gt;Para que um dia meus filhos possam brincar e nadar,&lt;br /&gt;Nas águas dos rios que cortam a nossa amada cidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TÁSSIO REVELAT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-2072704238878586586?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/2072704238878586586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=2072704238878586586' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/2072704238878586586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/2072704238878586586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/2009/07/salve-as-aguas-de-ipitanga.html' title='Salve as águas de Ipitanga'/><author><name>Tássio Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861541138411295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-8341896912039383524</id><published>2009-07-04T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T16:40:29.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Floração poética</title><content type='html'>A lua cheia refletida no pote de água&lt;br /&gt;Não é a lua,&lt;br /&gt;Bem como não sou &lt;br /&gt;As imagens doces ou hostis&lt;br /&gt;Que guardas de mim..&lt;br /&gt;Tudo são imagens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para além dos julgamentos..&lt;br /&gt;Sou um poeta do silêncio&lt;br /&gt;E é no silêncio que afloram os meus versos..&lt;br /&gt;Que crescem como a lua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TÁSSIO REVELAT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-8341896912039383524?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/8341896912039383524/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=8341896912039383524' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/8341896912039383524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/8341896912039383524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/2009/07/floracao-poetica.html' title='Floração poética'/><author><name>Tássio Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861541138411295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-5859170746771461658</id><published>2009-06-19T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T06:31:20.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A arte de observar</title><content type='html'>Andando pelo centro de Salvador:paro,nada penso e coloco-me a sentar numa mesa de bar.&lt;br /&gt;Passo  a observar com os meus olhos calmos a movimentação das pessoas- como é raro essa contemplação!!- elas se movimentam não pelas suas pernas mas pelos seus sonhos,expectativas e desejos.Seus rostos,vestimentas e gestos revelam a confluência de múltiplas tradições,uma delas com o seu brilho de cor foi vítima da ignorância ancestral da Humanidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH DEUS!&lt;br /&gt;Se tivesse coragem e descesse dos Céus,sentiria pena das ações do homem,sua obra prima predileta!&lt;br /&gt;Mas nessa variedade cultural, para além das suas características étnicas  ,percebo a unidade do Ser Humano,marcada sobretudo pela sua essência espiritual e subjetiva mas também pela sua rotineira corrida ao trabalho.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tássio Revelat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-5859170746771461658?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/5859170746771461658/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=5859170746771461658' title='1 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Pessoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/Sjk4bMOAIMI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FXBD_2mMrxs/s1600-h/mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/Sjk4bMOAIMI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FXBD_2mMrxs/s320/mail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348368072266752194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lendo os versos de Pessoa,busco um lugar em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Onde as pétalas de uma flor,estejam em consonância com as estrelas&lt;br /&gt;E toda a beleza musical das ciências ocultas&lt;br /&gt;Possa  revelar-me as artes primeiras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artes poéticas, rascunhos do infinito....&lt;br /&gt;Toda a harmonia do universo numa gota de orvalho&lt;br /&gt;Revelando-me em sinfonia poética uma realidade sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Prenunciada pelos versos de Pessoa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;descobrimos&lt;/span&gt; uma pedagogia do movimento e o mistérios da poesia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E na Poesia,reconhecemos que somos, a própria musicalidade divina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E no Milagre da vida,aprendemos a maior de todas as artes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A arte de amar..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6337237248673466865-3394017800782722624?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/3394017800782722624/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=3394017800782722624' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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center;"&gt;Sem alma,sensibilidade e encanto,a sua vida mecânica e enfadonha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apenas se abre...em versos de espantos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tássio Revelat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-5343152028999365152?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/5343152028999365152/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SfduPb0LZOI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Z4hXJ2knez4/s72-c/amantes+do+conhecimento.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-2248046997864794224</id><published>2009-04-28T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:54:36.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Em mim repouso</title><content type='html'>Repouso em mim,&lt;div&gt;E sinto o passar do tempo como um pensamento,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Distante,errante e sem destino,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vagando em minha mente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O tempo,algo tão conceitual e abstrato,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É apenas uma outra face da mente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que não sou eu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se fosse,morreria com o tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas sou eterno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tássio Revelat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861541138411295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-7169459913890948289</id><published>2009-04-23T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:26:38.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SfEjGjBdGFI/AAAAAAAAALs/BtpTz0SKZvw/s1600-h/download.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 159px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SfEjGjBdGFI/AAAAAAAAALs/BtpTz0SKZvw/s320/download.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328078429543536722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Faço parte da 80º Edição da Revista Artpoesia&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/6337237248673466865-7169459913890948289?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/7169459913890948289/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=7169459913890948289' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/7169459913890948289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/7169459913890948289'/><link rel='alternate' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SeoU3IYbcdI/AAAAAAAAALk/LJV8cCB7ILI/s1600-h/Rio+nilo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 97px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SeoU3IYbcdI/AAAAAAAAALk/LJV8cCB7ILI/s320/Rio+nilo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326092446694339026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num papel de papiro,escrevo versos de amor às margens do rio Nilo,&lt;div&gt;Em paz,escrevo sobre o amor que sinto pelos animais..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escrevo sobre  a bela natureza que desenha  a paisagem do baixo Nilo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com seus fascinantes mistérios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda menino,escrevo sobre a importância do rio Nilo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que com  suas águas profundas e arrebatadoras irrigaram o coração e a vida dos antigos Egípcios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como já dizia nosso amado Heródoto:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;''Égito é uma dádiva do Nilo''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em silêncio,escrevo sobre o amor divino,os milagres da vida, os sonhos e os conflitos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que animaram o coração desses antigos Egípcios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tássio Revelat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-4326781263019311391?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/4326781263019311391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=4326781263019311391' 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-6337237248673466865.post-8665933533262346240</id><published>2009-04-04T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T07:05:32.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quero conhecer os pensamentos de Deus... O resto é detalhe. ( Albert Einstein)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-8665933533262346240?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/8665933533262346240/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=8665933533262346240' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/8665933533262346240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/8665933533262346240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/2009/04/quero-conhecer-os-pensamentos-de-deus.html' title=''/><author><name>Tássio Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861541138411295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-3746420686696329018</id><published>2009-04-02T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:55:01.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estesia</title><content type='html'>Em estesia,observo um pensamento já distante,&lt;br /&gt;Recorte de uma realidade fora de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Não estou preso a ele,apenas o observo..&lt;br /&gt;E isso me faz feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andando,observo também o meu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;Uma variedade de formas e cores,uma realidade abstrata dentro de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Mas sou apenas o seu aprendiz, nessa pedagogia do movimento,&lt;br /&gt;E Isso me torna calmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na arte do observar,vivo a vida sem nela pensar!&lt;br /&gt;E Isso me transforma,&lt;br /&gt;Na pura poesia da criação.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tássio Revelat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-3746420686696329018?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/3746420686696329018/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=3746420686696329018' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/3746420686696329018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/3746420686696329018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/2009/04/estesia.html' title='Estesia'/><author><name>Tássio Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861541138411295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-2231492070165533006</id><published>2009-02-21T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:55:35.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha melhor poesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Minha melhor poesia é aquela que nunca escreve,&lt;br /&gt;Ela se perdeu no silêncio dramático das minhas lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;E no êxtase inocente do meu riso.&lt;br /&gt;Foi ela embora junto com o milagre do desconhecido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha melhor poesia é aquela que jamais escreverei,&lt;br /&gt;Ela se perdeu na pausa harmônica da minha doce canção,&lt;br /&gt;Na dança assimétrica das gaivotas prenunciando a chegada de mais uma estação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poesia que ampara o meu ser,não cabe em palavras..&lt;br /&gt;Portanto,jamais a escreverei..&lt;br /&gt;Mas no meu perdão natural ela sempre se perde, ganhando rima&lt;br /&gt;E se encontra na minha excelsa gratidão,ganhando ritmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas minhas alegrias e tristezas,&lt;br /&gt;Nas arvores,nos montes e no luar,ela sempre está presente,&lt;br /&gt;Manifestando o seu florir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na oração sincera da minha amiga,&lt;br /&gt;No olhar profundo do mendigo,&lt;br /&gt;Ela demonstrar sempre o seu luzir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto amigo leitor,não escrevo,não consigo,não pretendo&lt;br /&gt;Jamais escreverei a minha melhor poesia&lt;br /&gt;Sou um poeta do Silêncio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tássio Revelat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho Fé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305404224519870546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SaCVCHBdGFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/LnmWFcsVYIY/s320/Foto_37.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho Fé na palavra que converte-se em poesia,&lt;br /&gt;Deposito ainda mais fé na poesia que revela mais do que a semântica das palavras..&lt;br /&gt;Todos os poetas fazem parte da força criadora do universo&lt;br /&gt;E Deus escreve na alma dos poetas verdadeiras obras de arte.&lt;br /&gt;Cabem a eles revelá-las.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Tássio Revelat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAfe História:&lt;a href="http://cafehistoria.ning.com/"&gt;http://cafehistoria.ning.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-2231492070165533006?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/2231492070165533006/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=2231492070165533006' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/2231492070165533006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/2231492070165533006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/2009/02/tenho-fe.html' title='Minha melhor poesia'/><author><name>Tássio Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861541138411295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SaCVCHBdGFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/LnmWFcsVYIY/s72-c/Foto_37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-8845482460884548754</id><published>2009-02-14T15:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T15:26:38.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Na minha morada</title><content type='html'>Na minha morada pensamentos vagueiam,&lt;br /&gt;Alheio a eles sinto a constância da vida..&lt;br /&gt;Observando-me observo melhor o mundo&lt;br /&gt;O que é um mundo senão uma sugestão da nossa mente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É-me agradável ser um espelho dos mistérios da vida,&lt;br /&gt;Cônscio de que viver despreendido e natural é o maior de todos os mistérios..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na minha morada todas as escrituras complementam-se e ganham sentido&lt;br /&gt;E as utopias dos poetas e filósofos ganham vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na minha morada um sentimento milagroso me conduz ao infinito do céu..&lt;br /&gt;Digo então:Sim para Vida&lt;br /&gt;Contemplando em risos o seu curso&lt;br /&gt;Seja ele reto ou transgresso&lt;br /&gt;O céu é apenas o meu ser aonde reino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na minha morada pensamentos não mais vagueiam&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto os outros observam o mundo com pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;A infinita natureza celestial observa-me sem julgamentos..&lt;br /&gt;E o seu olhar me faz belo e natural como Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tássio Revelat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-8845482460884548754?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/8845482460884548754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=8845482460884548754' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/8845482460884548754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/8845482460884548754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/2009/02/na-minha-morada.html' title='Na minha morada'/><author><name>Tássio Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861541138411295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-4039948899328866336</id><published>2009-02-05T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T08:05:49.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhar divino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SYsQ5YE-c0I/AAAAAAAAAI8/wOZWx5Mdj34/s1600-h/olhar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299347964433429314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 83px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SYsQ5YE-c0I/AAAAAAAAAI8/wOZWx5Mdj34/s320/olhar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os versos de amor transmitem sentimentos profundos..&lt;br /&gt;Raras pérolas a serem compartilhadas&lt;br /&gt;As canções de paz elevam a nossa alma aos confins do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Anúncios proféticos do milagre da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Mas nada fala mais do que os meus olhos..&lt;br /&gt;Alumiados pelo vosso amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tássio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Revelat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Home.aspx"&gt;http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Home.aspx&lt;/a&gt; (orkut)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deva Flor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH flor rara!Que não reconhece a sua fragrância.&lt;br /&gt;Jóia brilhante que não reconhece o seu luzir&lt;br /&gt;Minha Deva Flor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH poesia!Que desconhece o seu encanto.&lt;br /&gt;Flor plantada em solo sagrado, horizonte &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lirial&lt;/span&gt; imaculado..&lt;br /&gt;Minha rara flor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abandone os seus enganos e escute o seu silêncio...&lt;br /&gt;As estrelas dessa noite com luar anunciam:&lt;br /&gt;TUDO QUE EXISTE DE BELO NESSE MUNDO É APENAS UM &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SUTIL&lt;/span&gt; RECORTE DA SUA MAGNITUDE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-4039948899328866336?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/4039948899328866336/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=4039948899328866336' 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-6337237248673466865.post-6883463954880289914</id><published>2009-02-05T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T15:30:00.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fabiorocha.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 292px; HEIGHT: 149px" height="124" alt="A Magia da Poesia - Mergulhe neste uniVERSO e descubra você mesmo no fundo!" src="http://www.fabiorocha.com.br/logomagia.gif" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CBJE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.camarabrasileira.com/"&gt;http://www.camarabrasileira.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-6883463954880289914?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/6883463954880289914/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=6883463954880289914' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/6883463954880289914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/6883463954880289914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/2009/02/os-versos-de-amor-transmitem.html' title=''/><author><name>Tássio Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861541138411295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-7253747097899518814</id><published>2009-02-03T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T15:41:32.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vídeos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SbMFVp7_jEI/AAAAAAAAAJw/CQYujJdjwmc/s1600-h/livro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310594255192820802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SbMFVp7_jEI/AAAAAAAAAJw/CQYujJdjwmc/s320/livro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B6Oi1GXXThA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B6Oi1GXXThA&lt;/a&gt; (Elogios Poéticos ao Meu Verso Livre)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UwWY_WpTbHE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UwWY_WpTbHE&lt;/a&gt; (imortal poesia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7mI_8uPiXJQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7mI_8uPiXJQ&lt;/a&gt; (Linda visão)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DmkZIIMyYHY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DmkZIIMyYHY&lt;/a&gt; (A maestria da Criação)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8X1ImJMSV-8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8X1ImJMSV-8&lt;/a&gt; (No Recôndito do Meu Ser)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R3gNX88nceM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R3gNX88nceM&lt;/a&gt; (Consciência do belo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sy19ciWMrDA(O"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sy19ciWMrDA(O&lt;/a&gt; Silêncio da Música)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fb6WaoPvYfE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fb6WaoPvYfE&lt;/a&gt; (Sua Poesia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2N8ec0aIhC4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2N8ec0aIhC4&lt;/a&gt; (louco Amante)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi publicado em 25/10 o meu Livro de Poesias pelo Colégio Cecília na Cidade de Simões Filho.A publicação do meu livro fez parte da programação do projeto Seliba,organizado pela Diretora Lúcia. Nesse projeto os estudantes do Cecília fazem apresentações de Livros de autores baianos,envolvendo sempre atividades artísticas,tais como:dança,teatro,recitações e música.Esse evento foi marcado também pela participação dos membros da Academia de Letras da Bahia e da Associação Baiana de Cultura.Agradeço de coração ao apoio que recebi dos estudantes e da direção da Escola.&lt;br /&gt;''Direitos Reservados''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua poesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SYhMb2gsG9I/AAAAAAAAAI0/rgefVDr3myI/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298569002974190546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SYhMb2gsG9I/AAAAAAAAAI0/rgefVDr3myI/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu olhar profundo me faz sentir a outra face da lua&lt;br /&gt;Nova, crescente, minguante... me faço poeta, essas rosas são tuas!&lt;br /&gt;Os teus olhos, como os de Helena de Tróia, afundaram navios&lt;br /&gt;Permaneço encantado com o teu jeito belo e gentil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, minha amada!&lt;br /&gt;Nossa vida é como um diamante,&lt;br /&gt;Enriqueço-me com tuas palavras em noites aluminadas,&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te mais a cada instante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, minha pérola amada!&lt;br /&gt;Em momentos de êxtase, tormento e dor,&lt;br /&gt;Faço-me palhaço,&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te em meus braços,&lt;br /&gt;Somos um no amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poeta não sou&lt;br /&gt;Mas sou a tua poesia&lt;br /&gt;Que te faz sentir o júbilo das coisas simples&lt;br /&gt;Em noites de pura nostalgia!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tássio Revelat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-7253747097899518814?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SbMFVp7_jEI/AAAAAAAAAJw/CQYujJdjwmc/s72-c/livro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-4079834162105073222</id><published>2009-01-24T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T09:48:57.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>publicações e atividades</title><content type='html'>-Será publicada um artigo sobre o meu trabalho e uma poesia minha no jornal universitário Casulo organizado pela UNIJORGE.&lt;br /&gt;-Participei recitando poesias minhas na Bienal de Cultura da UNE  em Salvador.&lt;br /&gt;Esse evento aconteceu no teatro Castro Alves,conseguindo aglutinar mais de 7.000 estudantes universitários de todas as regiões do Brasil,além de movimentos sociais e forças políticas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-4079834162105073222?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/4079834162105073222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=4079834162105073222' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/4079834162105073222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/4079834162105073222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/2009/01/ser-pblicada-um-artigo-sobre-o-meu.html' title='publicações e atividades'/><author><name>Tássio Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861541138411295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-3587994587627368605</id><published>2009-01-13T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T11:57:24.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fui uns dos ganhadores do IV Prêmio Literário Valdeck Almeida de Jesus de Poesia - edição 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confira no site: &lt;a href="http://www.galinhapulando.com/visualizar.php?idt=1382500"&gt;http://www.galinhapulando.com/visualizar.php?idt=1382500&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outros sites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=3587994587627368605' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/3587994587627368605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/3587994587627368605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/2009/01/fui-uns-dos-ganhadores-do-iv-prmio.html' title=''/><author><name>Tássio Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861541138411295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-5526201615863023174</id><published>2009-01-12T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T07:52:54.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lágrimas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SWtIjCnWabI/AAAAAAAAAIs/dVHUXUkHztQ/s1600-h/tassio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SWtIjCnWabI/AAAAAAAAAIs/dVHUXUkHztQ/s320/tassio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290401954111318450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo revela aquilo que a consciência sempre vislumbra&lt;br /&gt;Estou arrependido.&lt;br /&gt;Quero resnascer em seu sentimento&lt;br /&gt;E antes de pensar,&lt;br /&gt;Sentir a sua plenitude se transformar nas lágrimas do meu contentamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora vejo porque tenho olhos para sentir&lt;br /&gt;Imutável,observo a sua inspiração&lt;br /&gt;Iluminar os meus olhos para esse reconhecimeto&lt;br /&gt;De que a sua palavra escreve versos de amor em minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Nesse doce divino preenchimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então rasgo minhas idéias.&lt;br /&gt;Somente sou aquilo que você É.&lt;br /&gt;Imagem e Semelhança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tássio Revelat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poesia da Vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No âmago do meu ser..&lt;br /&gt;Resplandece a poesia&lt;br /&gt;Com a sua pureza apaziguadora de águas profundas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao longo do meu ser&lt;br /&gt;Se encontra a poesia&lt;br /&gt;Com a sua amiúde ternura&lt;br /&gt;Iluminando o inicio da noite parcialmente escura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poesia que escrevo&lt;br /&gt;Faces do meu ser,espelha a minha alma&lt;br /&gt;As palavras são lidas,as rimas sentidas&lt;br /&gt;E nelas você mim reconhece na sua face calma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No oceano profundo do nosso ser..&lt;br /&gt;Onde não há mais turbulências e ondulações&lt;br /&gt;A poesia relaciona o milagre das nossas vidas&lt;br /&gt;Numa perene palavra&lt;br /&gt;Jamais Lida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tássio Revelat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-5526201615863023174?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/5526201615863023174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=5526201615863023174' 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-6337237248673466865.post-3830624924525208986</id><published>2008-11-03T14:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T15:45:33.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SbMGrkce7yI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qIs8fLOhAl4/s1600-h/TriboLOmo9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310595731187232546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SbMGrkce7yI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qIs8fLOhAl4/s320/TriboLOmo9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-3830624924525208986?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' 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pensamentos que, se pudesse revelá-los e fazê-los viver,acrescentariam nova luminosidade às estrelas, nova beleza aomundo e maior amor ao coração dos homens."(Fernando Pessoa, em "O Eu Profundo")&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-7301597578415735631?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/7301597578415735631/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=7301597578415735631' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/7301597578415735631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/7301597578415735631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/2008/11/tenho-pensamentos-que-se-pudesse-revel.html' title=''/><author><name>Tássio Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861541138411295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SQ9-ZDGTJyI/AAAAAAAAAGc/R_Lr4BZ1zpE/s72-c/tassio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-6808938935600221871</id><published>2008-11-03T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T06:37:33.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poesia histórica-social</title><content type='html'>Há muito tempo...tempo de muitos sóis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos portugueses que aqui chegaram&lt;br /&gt;Avistaram seios nus..!&lt;br /&gt;Das índias que aqui embelezavam as terras de santa Cruz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os jesuitas que aqui chegaram,buscaram catequizar&lt;br /&gt;As almas dessas inocentes índias e seu corpo molestar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Isso é o meu corpo''!&lt;br /&gt;Costumava dizer um português durante o ato sexual,&lt;br /&gt;Revelando a sua imensa fé na hostia ritual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que mais pensavam esses portuqueses do além mar?&lt;br /&gt;(Quando escapavam do banquete antropofágico)&lt;br /&gt;Escravizavam almas e corpos dessas índias Tupinambás!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espantaram-se com o canibalismo dos índios?&lt;br /&gt;Mas na Europava colocavam a queimar homens Homens e Mulheres cientistas&lt;br /&gt;Em nome da Pai,Filho e Espirito Santo...&lt;br /&gt;E aqui ia nascendo a nossa Bahia de todos os santos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a chegada dos africanos,cresceram os canaviais&lt;br /&gt;Com seu tormento,suor e sangue,mercadorias colôniais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já os senhores de Engenho,cansado das suas mulheres,&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitavam-se das suas negras escravas,suas sensuais marionetes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Seu Desgraçado!Essa carne são olhos da sua escrava"!&lt;br /&gt;Dizia uma revoltada senhora branca ao seu amado marido.&lt;br /&gt;Ela extraiu de uma escrava amante os seus olhos..&lt;br /&gt;E pós a servir ao seu marido num jantar entristecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim foi nascendo os nossos brasis&lt;br /&gt;Entre violentas trocas de conhecimentos,símbolos,valores e planos&lt;br /&gt;Demasiados''Pecados Nefanos''!&lt;br /&gt;Entre cantos,bales e transes&lt;br /&gt;Colonialismo,escravidão e espantos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para muitos estrangeiros,a América significou:&lt;br /&gt;Sexo,riqueza e liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Mas também fome,guerra e miséria&lt;br /&gt;Sem dó e piedade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na troca de Genes e Memes,&lt;br /&gt;Sincretismos e Hibridismos,&lt;br /&gt;O diabo nem sempre é o outro,&lt;br /&gt;A História nasce torta,um peso morto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tássio Revelat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="”_blank”" href="”http://macabelagem.ideiadejerico.com”" mce_href="”http://macabelagem.ideiadejerico.com”"&gt;&lt;img src="”http://ideiadejerico.com/macabelagem/bannerzin.jpg”" mce_src="”http://ideiadejerico.com/macabelagem/bannerzin.jpg”" alt="”São" border="”0″" width="”120″" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta escrevi e dedico a você. Espero que goste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Não importa a distância ou a constância dos dias,&lt;br /&gt;Não importa a dor ou a alegria.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é assim; transpõe qualquer que seja a natureza das circunstãncias&lt;br /&gt;sejam tenras ou frias;&lt;br /&gt;Mas viver é assim,&lt;br /&gt;É saber que para desfrutar a beleza e a relaidade da vida&lt;br /&gt;É preciso suporta as incertezas e amar até o fim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Deborah Clark F. de Carvalho)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-6808938935600221871?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/6808938935600221871/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=6808938935600221871' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/6808938935600221871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/6808938935600221871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/2008/11/esta-escrevi-e-dedico-voc.html' title='poesia histórica-social'/><author><name>Tássio Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861541138411295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-1082290662532154729</id><published>2008-11-03T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T06:43:00.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Silêncio da Música</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SQ99JBZ4l0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/4yBnlqaTyBM/s1600-h/ta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264564083368695618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SQ99JBZ4l0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/4yBnlqaTyBM/s320/ta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando não mais existe o interno e o externo..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando o caos se dissolve no silêncio,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A sua música divinamente enaltece o meu sentir,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nada mais é necessário!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando não mais existe o passado e o futuro,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A sua presença se faz presente em mim..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando não há mais separação,egoísmo e ambição,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seu amor me absorve por inteiro,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essa graça eterna que me faz brilhar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O imensurável que me faz regozijar..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando não mais existe o cativeiro,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então passo a existir!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tássio Revelat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sy19ciWMrDA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sy19ciWMrDA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-1082290662532154729?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/1082290662532154729/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=1082290662532154729' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/1082290662532154729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/1082290662532154729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-silncio-da-msica.html' title='O Silêncio da Música'/><author><name>Tássio Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861541138411295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SQ99JBZ4l0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/4yBnlqaTyBM/s72-c/ta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-7302274141038413543</id><published>2008-11-03T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T06:32:54.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/ST0yhIMgRFI/AAAAAAAAAIk/By-VLrTe9sw/s1600-h/sono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277429883065091154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/ST0yhIMgRFI/AAAAAAAAAIk/By-VLrTe9sw/s320/sono.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu.Ego-pensamento,preso ao véu do tempo pelos meus pensamentos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não consigo dormir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu sono profundo não adentrou em mim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escuto uma música antiga no rádio,ouço a melodia dos ventos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O cachorro late,entro novamente a porta adentro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não consigo existir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se penso,estou no passado ou no futuro mas nunca em mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Logo,se penso não existo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ainda não me descobrir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esperando o sono,sonho acordado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um passado não vivido,florido e um futuro ainda sendo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;projetado&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Continuo sonhando acordado como um conto sonhando contos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esperando o sono chegar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um sono sem sonhos estou cansado de sonhar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas se adentro nos meus pensamentos,atravesso o mar vermelho dos meus sentimentos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chegarei num desconhecido lugar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu-consciência é momento de acordar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y6hwp8bLRrM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y6hwp8bLRrM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gotas poéticas sobre amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SR9w_BBAHGI/AAAAAAAAAIU/zyafCE4QEXs/s1600-h/kahlil_gibran_law21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269054316953476194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SR9w_BBAHGI/AAAAAAAAAIU/zyafCE4QEXs/s200/kahlil_gibran_law21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor humano,parcial e interesseiro,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Faz&lt;/span&gt; da mais pura melodia uma canção de enterro!&lt;br /&gt;Amor humano, dualidade contraditória,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Faz&lt;/span&gt; da posse do outro os seus momentos de glória!&lt;br /&gt;Amor humano, egoísta e exigente,tu deverias chamar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;amoródio&lt;/span&gt;!Converte-se facilmente em ódio,quando não és supostamente reconhecido,&lt;br /&gt;Amor humano,frágil,inseguro e limitado,&lt;br /&gt;Porém necessário....Para uma possível evolução..&lt;br /&gt;Amor divino,belo e significativo,perdoa o outro até mesmo quando se sente traído,&lt;br /&gt;Amor divino,incondicional e profundo,liberar Sempre a sua fragrância nas adversidades e tormentos desse mundo!&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes é taxado de submisso e medíocre por aqueles nunca o sentiram&lt;br /&gt;Mais quem ama divinamente sempre estás ganhando..&lt;br /&gt;Amor divino,belo e encantador&lt;br /&gt;Poetiza com as qualidades do outro,sem nada esperar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tássio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Revelat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1bTdV0n114o&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1bTdV0n114o&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-7302274141038413543?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/7302274141038413543/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=7302274141038413543' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/7302274141038413543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/7302274141038413543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/2008/11/gotas-poticas-sobre-o-amor.html' title='Eu'/><author><name>Tássio Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861541138411295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/ST0yhIMgRFI/AAAAAAAAAIk/By-VLrTe9sw/s72-c/sono.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-246229693448622510</id><published>2008-10-24T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T06:25:32.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua escolha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quem se vive na superficialidade e mente para si mesmo..&lt;br /&gt;A quem se vive na aparência,perdido em ilusões,cruas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;entorpecências&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;A quem perdeu a sensibilidade,o sabor da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Contenta-se com tristes sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Enriquecidos com medíocres dilemas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até quando encontraremos assim pessoas,&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo em vão,sofrendo pela iludida desilusão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendemos com os pássaros,as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;árvores&lt;/span&gt; e a lua&lt;br /&gt;O sabor do silêncio....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio inocente que manifesta-se em amor,&lt;br /&gt;O amor prudente &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;incognoscível&lt;/span&gt; para a mente,&lt;br /&gt;Mas preciosa realidade para o coração ascendente:Consciência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando todos viverem desprendidos e naturais,&lt;br /&gt;Buscando a harmonia e a paz,&lt;br /&gt;Cantando,dançando e rindo a simplicidade da vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não mais encontraremos pessoas assim,&lt;br /&gt;Somente assim pessoas..&lt;br /&gt;Cujo o amor e a poesia,&lt;br /&gt;O riso e a Alegria,&lt;br /&gt;Seja a oração mais fiel e sincera que jaz o seu dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tássio&lt;/span&gt; Revelat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1MokbCk6o5M&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1MokbCk6o5M&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-246229693448622510?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/246229693448622510/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=246229693448622510' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/246229693448622510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/246229693448622510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/2008/10/sua-escolha-quem-se-vive-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Tássio Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861541138411295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-8989431037664756578</id><published>2008-10-24T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T06:37:43.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SRZOHY4lT1I/AAAAAAAAAHk/2dDU0ss22L8/s1600-h/cristo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266482703102201682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SRZOHY4lT1I/AAAAAAAAAHk/2dDU0ss22L8/s320/cristo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eterna Unidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Oração em Soneto)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu e o pai somos um aqui e agora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na inspiração eu tenho o seu alento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E no meu sangue rubro feito amora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É Deus que pulsa aqui nesse momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Penso no Pai e o seu amor me escora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se caio num terrível sofrimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aos poucos tudo passa e vai-se em embora..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E Deus em mim é meu contentamento!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bem antes de Abrão eu já existia,eu era o verbo não manifestado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O eu sou que somos nós em unidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu e o Pai somos um.Quanta alegria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não existe nem futuro nem passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nesse agora que é pura eternidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dulcinéa B. L. Marchiori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Descobrindo os meus erros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero me despir das minhas vaidades e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;egoidades&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dos meus tormentos e lamentos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Das minhas artificialidades...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero me libertar,sem medo e receio,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Das minhas crenças e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;surpertições&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Das minhas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lástimas&lt;/span&gt; e contradições,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dos meus grilhões e devaneios...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero fugir,sem temor e anseio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De me afogar ma correnteza,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dos meus fracassos e incertezas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dos meus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;descaminhos&lt;/span&gt; e enganos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do meu pequenino mundo humano!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loucamente quero me perder!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixar de lado os meus poderes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O meu mau humor,os meus horrores,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A minha crueldade,talvez não os meus amores..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem eu sei o quanto quero!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me descobrir nos meus erros,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Multiplicar os meus acertos e viver &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;desprendidamente&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somente eu sei o quanto quero!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser um descobridor do meu oculto,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentir fervorosamente as coisas desse mundo e amar incondicionalmente...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É bem certo que quero!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agarrar as ondas do mar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ler os signos do firmamento,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E nessa sinuosa arte de viver,amar divinamente..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas se o meu buscar pela luz me faz afundar ainda mais nas trevas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paradoxal é a vida!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mergulho então na arte do observar....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois das trevas nunca &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fiz&lt;/span&gt; parte,com minhas águas cristalinas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desde sempre para todo o sempre,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou luz na terra independente da minha vontade!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tássio.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SRYxy4wMilI/AAAAAAAAAG0/aOjfy2G8ynA/s1600-h/ATcAAAB0Sp1qNi38qY0MfDnOcDPI9q7O4wHBkxMZNY_rsUH6opn6tPIbrAwTTj5v4q-w_JyIlQJhfp5K7vq-3mQu-dEgAJtU9VC-_s8GnifgCvPq3eQPFJB9ykD8tw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266451564554127954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SRYxy4wMilI/AAAAAAAAAG0/aOjfy2G8ynA/s200/ATcAAAB0Sp1qNi38qY0MfDnOcDPI9q7O4wHBkxMZNY_rsUH6opn6tPIbrAwTTj5v4q-w_JyIlQJhfp5K7vq-3mQu-dEgAJtU9VC-_s8GnifgCvPq3eQPFJB9ykD8tw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;elogios poéticos ao meu verso Livre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você é uma mulher tão bela e complexa,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que possui dentro de si &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mananciais&lt;/span&gt; de riqueza e beleza,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que estão está para além das suas angústias e privações..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você é uma mulher tão &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;incomum&lt;/span&gt; e sensível,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que foge até mesmo dos olhos de homens de desejos pequenos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com efeito da sua raridade!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você é uma mulher tão esplêndida e encantadora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que extrapola até mesmo as expectativas de um homem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que aprendeu a arte de amar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você que é meu verso livre,minha pandora perdida em vielas tristes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não quero apenas escrever sobre o seu corpo,alma e ser palavras de elogios,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como se elas fossem capazes de traduzir a sua beleza,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero apenas que você perceba dentro de si a vivacidade dessas palavras.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fecha os olhos,observe dentro de si as suas qualidades,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que fazem de você uma mulher surreal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que ganha vida apenas na inspiração daquele que está sendo um espelho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da imensidão dos seus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;néctares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No quais você não consegue perceber..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por ser tão evidentes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tássio.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B6Oi1GXXThA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B6Oi1GXXThA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tributo a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Osho&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suas palavras fortes e contraditórias,&lt;br /&gt;Me conduzem a uma inesperada elevação!&lt;br /&gt;Então ouço a sua voz:&lt;br /&gt;É uma voz de amor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seus ensinamentos e questionamentos,&lt;br /&gt;Me deixam em estado de ebulição,&lt;br /&gt;Observo,testemunho,danço,como é louca a vida!&lt;br /&gt;Então ouço a sua canção:&lt;br /&gt;É uma canção de paz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não mais me perguntou onde está a felicidade,o elixir da vida,&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei o seu esplendor em mim,uma amizade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você não se foi,&lt;br /&gt;Você não é um você,&lt;br /&gt;É tudo aquilo que se traduz em beleza:um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;fenômeno&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te colocaram na prisão,lhe envenenaram&lt;br /&gt;Tentaram te assassinar,buscaram manchar a sua biografia,&lt;br /&gt;Mas como um homem de silêncio,com palavras douradas,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas construi flores no ar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspirando poesia,a beleza na mais pura sintonia!&lt;br /&gt;Uma obra de arte em constante transformação,&lt;br /&gt;O divino se revelando em amor na mais alta sublimação!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi contra dogmas,idolatrias e ideologias,&lt;br /&gt;Defendeu apenas a meditação,na vivência da harmonia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;OSHO&lt;/span&gt; é vida e riso,&lt;br /&gt;Uma constelação,um canto,uma dança,um choro sincero.&lt;br /&gt;O fogo revolucionário dos nossos corações!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Tássio&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-8989431037664756578?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/8989431037664756578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=8989431037664756578' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/8989431037664756578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/8989431037664756578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/2008/10/tributo-osho.html' title=''/><author><name>Tássio Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861541138411295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SRZOHY4lT1I/AAAAAAAAAHk/2dDU0ss22L8/s72-c/cristo3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-1913588098404954711</id><published>2008-10-24T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T06:25:38.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SQ2QX-Vs2II/AAAAAAAAAGM/TbK-wk89f_w/s1600-h/ta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264022281011386498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SQ2QX-Vs2II/AAAAAAAAAGM/TbK-wk89f_w/s320/ta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O Silêncio da Música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando não mais existe o interno e o externo..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando o caos se dissolve no silêncio,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A sua música divinamente enaltece o meu sentir,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nada mais é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;necessário&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando não mais existe o passado e o futuro,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A sua presença se faz presente em mim..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando não há mais separação,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;egoísmo&lt;/span&gt; e ambição,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seu amor me absorve por inteiro,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essa graça eterna que me faz brilhar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O imensurável que me faz regozijar..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando não mais existe o cativeiro,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então passo a existir!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tássio Revelat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-1913588098404954711?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/1913588098404954711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=1913588098404954711' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/1913588098404954711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/1913588098404954711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-silncio-da-msica-quando-no-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Tássio Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861541138411295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SQ2QX-Vs2II/AAAAAAAAAGM/TbK-wk89f_w/s72-c/ta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-9067839493181959420</id><published>2008-10-24T08:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T06:40:56.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imortal poesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Você não mais ocupa os meus pensamentos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isso porque em outrora já ocupastes de mais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você não mais transbordar em meus sentimentos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagens deflagradas,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mórbidos&lt;/span&gt; cais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas a poesia sempre continuará viva,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em tempos imortais..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inspirando o coração dos amantes em noites radiantes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De pura sublime paz!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foram nessa águas passadas,águas de lágrimas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noites de poesias,encantadas fantasias,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde ocorria a consumação do Poeta e a sua poesia,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que aprende a ser mais..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais do que um simples humano na condição de amante,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E sim um ser Divino liberando as suas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fragrâncias&lt;/span&gt;,encantos e risos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amando incondicionalmente a todos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nenhum&lt;/span&gt; tipo de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Juízo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha razão é a consciência!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O mistério que nos une...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E mantém vivo o fogo da poesia!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tássio Revelat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aquilo que pode ser comum, tem sempre pouco valor. Em última instância tudo deve ser como é e sempre foi. As coisas grandes estão reservadas para os grandes, os abismos para os profundos, as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;delicadezas&lt;/span&gt; e os arrepios para as almas delicadas e, de um modo geral, tudo o que seja raro, para os &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;incomuns&lt;/span&gt;." ( Nietzsche )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UwWY_WpTbHE&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UwWY_WpTbHE&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-9067839493181959420?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/9067839493181959420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-7355618590285158320</id><published>2008-10-24T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T06:45:02.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Experiência do meu sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em momentos de calmaria,&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos inocentes criam doces ilusões,&lt;br /&gt;Um reencontro,beijos e abraços,resgate de emoções!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos inocentes são o elo do nosso amor?&lt;br /&gt;Não me permitirei cai nesse imprudência,&lt;br /&gt;Amada minha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois,quando aprofundo-me,&lt;br /&gt;Sei que és a própria experiência do meu sentir!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tássio Revelat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KbGt_KOMGkQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KbGt_KOMGkQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-7355618590285158320?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/7355618590285158320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=7355618590285158320' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/7355618590285158320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/7355618590285158320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/2008/10/experincia-do-meu-sentir-em-momentos-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Tássio Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861541138411295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-4434020314874951825</id><published>2008-10-24T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T06:46:45.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Linda Visão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naquele salão escuro,&lt;br /&gt;Me coloquei a deitar,&lt;br /&gt;Nuanças de emoções e sentimentos corroíam o meu peito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tentei meditar,&lt;br /&gt;Fechei os olhos,observei,estava sofrendo,&lt;br /&gt;Então busquei a escutar!&lt;br /&gt;Os melodramas e borbulhos das ondas do mar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nada adiantava diante de tamanha dor,&lt;br /&gt;Enrijecido meu corpo estava!&lt;br /&gt;Esperando somente pela morte!&lt;br /&gt;Mas de repente.. escutei passos a caminhar na minha direção,&lt;br /&gt;E meio que subitamente..abrir os meu olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Um rosto surreal de olhos penetrantes passava paralisando os meus sentidos,&lt;br /&gt;Uma onda de felicidade tombou o meu peito,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez...&lt;br /&gt;Uma nova vida estava surgindo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tássio Revelat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7mI_8uPiXJQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7mI_8uPiXJQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-4434020314874951825?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/4434020314874951825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=4434020314874951825' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/4434020314874951825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/4434020314874951825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/2008/10/linda-viso-naquele-salo-escuro-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Tássio Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861541138411295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-7296893961382540590</id><published>2008-10-24T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T06:27:12.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Diálogo interno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meus pensamentos observam a realidade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E quem observa os meus pensamentos?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eles são meus?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meus sentimentos interpelam a realidade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E quem observa os meus sentimentos?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eles são meus? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fluxo e refluxo de emoções decorrem dentro de mim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sugestões,representações,meras decodificações do meu sentir!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O decurso dos meus sentimentos inebriam o meu existir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fragmentos,abstrações e delírios oníricos são apenas signos do meu íntimo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas quem observa tudo isso?Onde esta a incógnita do observador?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teorias e filosofias,ismos e ideologias me darão a compreensão?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou são apenas rascunhos ridículos do meu ser em sublimação! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas quem observa?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quem é aquele que pergunta?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou a luz do mundo ou lobo do próprio homem?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou o mestre ou discípulo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou no céu ou no inferno?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se sou a resposta da pergunta,porque ainda persisto em perguntar? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tássio Revelat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TJ0UL7bSqtE&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TJ0UL7bSqtE&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Observador Divino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Observar a realidade sem julgamentos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É simplesmente saborear o êxtase divino a cada momento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Observar a realidade sem distinções, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É explodir em risos tesouros escondidos a milênios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentir a realidade é observar que somos a verdade sem conclusões.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julgamentos e distinções são apenas frutos da mente presa no véu de ilusões&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas o crepúsculo aparece por si mesmo e o tempo guarda todas a revelações.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Observamos os nossos pensamentos e emoções, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como rio eles passam em função da transitoriedade da vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o que resta? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O observador divino em forma de oração. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tássio Revelat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-7296893961382540590?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/7296893961382540590/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=7296893961382540590' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/7296893961382540590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/7296893961382540590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/2008/10/dilogo-interno-meus-pensamentos.html' title=''/><author><name>Tássio Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861541138411295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-3267362284553149368</id><published>2008-10-24T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T06:27:32.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maestria da Criação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No âmago dos meus agudos pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Não me identifico com eles&lt;br /&gt;Pensar é ser..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Recôndito dos meus romantizados sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Não mais me identifico com eles&lt;br /&gt;Sentir e ser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conjuntos de pensamentos e emoções eis o que sou?&lt;br /&gt;No fundo do meu quintal,olho para os céus e identifico-me com uma pequena estrela brilhante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que sou mais complexo e abundante!&lt;br /&gt;Como já dizia o nosso querido e amado profeta uma metamorfose ambulante..&lt;br /&gt;O universo em expansão,a maestria da criação,o caminho,a verdade, a gênese da vida..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então a existência da mais longínqua constelação&lt;br /&gt;Até a flor mais próxima responde por mim..&lt;br /&gt;Revelando quem eu sou.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tássio Revelat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-3267362284553149368?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/3267362284553149368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=3267362284553149368' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/3267362284553149368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/3267362284553149368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/2008/10/maestria-da-criao-no-mago-dos-meus.html' title=''/><author><name>Tássio Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861541138411295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-4743015516112275651</id><published>2008-10-24T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T05:48:02.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sua Poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seu olhar profundo,me faz sentir a outra face da lua&lt;br /&gt;Nova,crescente,minguante,me faço poeta essas rosas são tuas!&lt;br /&gt;Os Seus olhos como o de helena de tróia afundastes navios&lt;br /&gt;Permaneço encantado com o seu jeito belo e gentil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH minha amada!&lt;br /&gt;Nossa é vida é como um diamante&lt;br /&gt;Me enriqueço com as suas palavras,em noites aluminadas,&lt;br /&gt;te amo mais a cada instante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH minha pérola amada!&lt;br /&gt;Em momentos de êxtase, tormento e dor,&lt;br /&gt;Me faço palhaço,&lt;br /&gt;Te quero em meus braços,&lt;br /&gt;Somos um no amor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poeta não sou mas sou a sua poesia&lt;br /&gt;Que te faz sentir o júbilo das coisas simples em noites de pura nostalgia!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tássio Revelat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fb6WaoPvYfE&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-4743015516112275651?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/4743015516112275651/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=4743015516112275651' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/4743015516112275651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/4743015516112275651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/2008/10/sua-poesia-seu-olhar-profundome-faz.html' title=''/><author><name>Tássio Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861541138411295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-4016834790318770924</id><published>2008-10-24T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T06:20:51.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cabelos encaracolados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh musa de cabelos encaracolados,&lt;br /&gt;Sua risada espontânea preenche o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Em verdes campos tenho você na minha imaginação.&lt;br /&gt;Bela,encantadora,harmonia da vida..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh musa de cabelos encaracolados&lt;br /&gt;Sua beleza harmônica encanta a vida&lt;br /&gt;Me permita te contemplar para de mim brotar palavras vivas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh musa de personalidade desconhecida&lt;br /&gt;Permita ser seu porto amigo,aventura-se junto contigo&lt;br /&gt;Nos seus mares de desejos e anceios que por não me&lt;br /&gt;Conhecer ainda estão introvertidos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh musa de incomparável beleza.&lt;br /&gt;Quero te conhecer mais&lt;br /&gt;Me enaltecer com esse conhecimento e sentir contido as purezas&lt;br /&gt;Desse desconhecido sentimento!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tássio Revelat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nRjOU5eUgkY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nRjOU5eUgkY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No recôndito do meu ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mesmo na dor.no recôndito do meu ser..&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a presença do criador&lt;br /&gt;Imaculado fomento de amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo na dor.no recôndito do meu ser..&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a presença do pai&lt;br /&gt;Amado sopro da vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando tudo está sem graça,&lt;br /&gt;No recôndito do meu ser..&lt;br /&gt;Percebo a presença do pai&lt;br /&gt;Infusão de amor,força e graça!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tássio Revelat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-4016834790318770924?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/4016834790318770924/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=4016834790318770924' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/4016834790318770924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/4016834790318770924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/2008/10/cabelos-encaracolados-oh-musa-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Tássio Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861541138411295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-8610857164501056237</id><published>2008-10-24T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T08:14:38.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pequenina Grande Luz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apenas uma pequena luz para o belo contemplar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apenas uma pequenina luz para o amor em mim brotar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se tudo naturalmente é belo...quero mergulhar nessa percepção,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tornar-me sensível a mais requintada canção,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh luz verdadeira!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adorada percepção..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que me fizeste imaculado,abençoado e suprido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando estava cada vez mais perdido naquele exílio perdição.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tássio.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-8610857164501056237?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/8610857164501056237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=8610857164501056237' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/8610857164501056237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/8610857164501056237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/2008/10/pequenina-grande-luz-apenas-uma-pequena.html' title=''/><author><name>Tássio Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861541138411295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-8140645718089887819</id><published>2008-10-24T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T06:50:53.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Louco Amante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ando a noite pela praia,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a sua presença palpitar o meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;Poetizo o seu nome na areia com tamanha emoção!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem mesmo a força destemperada do vento,&lt;br /&gt;Ou a correnteza latente das ondas,&lt;br /&gt;Conseguirá apagar,&lt;br /&gt;Escritos de um amor divino nas areias do mar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beleza do seu rosto entre as nuvens,&lt;br /&gt;Me motiva a cantar,&lt;br /&gt;Nessa noite rara sei que estás a escutar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como um louco amante,&lt;br /&gt;Ando a noite pela praia,&lt;br /&gt;Com as minhas lágrimas deixo rastros para que um dia possa me encontrar!&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que esse encontro não aconteça já estás no meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;Então recito frases poéticas,lhe peço perdão!&lt;br /&gt;Acho que não conseguir te compreender,&lt;br /&gt;Mas nessa tranqüila noite,sinto a sua gratidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo na sua ausência ando a noite pela praia,&lt;br /&gt;Como um profeta,um louco,um amante, lhe desejando a união,&lt;br /&gt;Com a paz do universo- qualidade de amar- que em mim já faz brotar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então me alegro com a sua presença&lt;br /&gt;Andando pela praia a noite...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tássio Revelat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2N8ec0aIhC4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2N8ec0aIhC4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-8140645718089887819?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/8140645718089887819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=8140645718089887819' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A criança perdida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou um ser inacabado,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inconcluso&lt;/span&gt;,por quanto,educável!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivo a pensar,a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;refletir&lt;/span&gt;,a filosofar..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais a grama cresce,a noite resplandece e não chego a nenhum lugar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como um cego &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tateando&lt;/span&gt; no escuro,perdido no tempo,preso no filtro do pensamento!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde está a luz do mundo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No profundo vácuo quântico ou na mente dos cultos?&lt;br /&gt;Chega de conceitos e preceitos,&lt;br /&gt;Quero me libertar,voltar a ser criança,contemplar a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;esperânça&lt;/span&gt; e a luz alcançar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tássio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Revelat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-AgUM-R_oJc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-AgUM-R_oJc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consciência do belo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentindo a música dos ventos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E a dança &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;rítmica&lt;/span&gt; das ondas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sua imagem emergem dentro dos meus pensamentos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Permaneço distante,observando-a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;expectativas&lt;/span&gt; ou lembranças&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha consciência é meu Baluarte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Nela&lt;/span&gt; tenho você sem mim perder..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tássio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Revelat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A voz que nos une&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando penso que já te esquece,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me surpreendo com o florescimento desse sentimento,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isso apenas demonstra que a nossa ligação está para além do temo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ouça-me amada!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;bênção&lt;/span&gt; que nos une,glorifica e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;harmoniza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esse sentimento divino que nos realiza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essa voz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;eterna&lt;/span&gt; que me faz voar para o seu céu interior..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então sinta-me querida!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nessa união e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;bênção&lt;/span&gt; que reluz os nossos destinos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nessa amizade sublime que nos entrelaça&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nesse complexo amor divino.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Tássio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Revelat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-5728175423968702340?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/5728175423968702340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=5728175423968702340' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/5728175423968702340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/5728175423968702340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/2008/10/criana-perdida-sou-um-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Tássio Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861541138411295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-1901116320582338853</id><published>2008-10-24T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T06:55:30.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tudo é Graça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque a noite está estranha?&lt;br /&gt;A escuridão da minha alma empalideceu os meus pensamentos,&lt;br /&gt;Nada penso!&lt;br /&gt;Porque o dia floresceu tão estranho?&lt;br /&gt;A esse sol que brilha são apenas armadinhas do meu ego dilacerado,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto Nada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A escuridão ínfima já se foi,&lt;br /&gt;O sol escondido já nasceu,&lt;br /&gt;Estou em solitude comigo mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;Então faces poéticas do meu ser são-me reveladas,&lt;br /&gt;Oh tudo é graça!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tássio.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YsX62SUPRHM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YsX62SUPRHM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-1901116320582338853?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/1901116320582338853/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=1901116320582338853' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/1901116320582338853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/1901116320582338853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/2008/10/tudo-graa-porque-noite-est-estranha.html' title=''/><author><name>Tássio Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861541138411295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-1541945087646241844</id><published>2008-10-24T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T19:00:05.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SRZRtRpZgTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/JRI-iAV-MC0/s1600-h/dosti.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266486652529377586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SRZRtRpZgTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/JRI-iAV-MC0/s200/dosti.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SRZRtBDYHKI/AAAAAAAAAIE/yhAgriNI0vM/s1600-h/216_2310-Fernando-Pessoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266486648074935458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SRZRtBDYHKI/AAAAAAAAAIE/yhAgriNI0vM/s200/216_2310-Fernando-Pessoa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dostoievski e Fernando Pessoa – aproximações &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E quem sabe... talvez, todo o objetivo sobre a terra, a que aspira a humanidade,consista em uma única coisa... num incessante processo de realização, em outraspalavras – na própria vida, e não no objetivo em si...F. Dostoievski, Memórias do Subsolo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. E assim escondo-me atrás da porta, para que a Realidade, quando entra não me veja.Escondo-me debaixo da mesa, onde subitamente prego sustos à Possibilidade. De modoque desligo de mim, como aos dois braços de um amplexo, os dois grandes tédios queme cingem – o tédio de poder viver só o Real e o tédio de poder conceber só o possível.Fernando Pessoa (Vicente Guedes) Livro do desassossego I, p. 62&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ínfimo momento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinto a sua presença nesse fugaz momento,&lt;br /&gt;Converto- me em inspiração!&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o seu calor extravasar o meu peito,&lt;br /&gt;Com efeito da tua oniação!&lt;br /&gt;Em versos com rima,&lt;br /&gt;A quietude ganha vida nesse ínfimo momento!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é a vida?&lt;br /&gt;Oniação,inspiração,encanto latente dos corações..&lt;br /&gt;Vida bela,dourada,aluminada..&lt;br /&gt;Que não pode ser medida ou qualificada,&lt;br /&gt;Mas apenas sentida nesse ínfimo momento!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tássio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-1541945087646241844?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/1541945087646241844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=1541945087646241844' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/1541945087646241844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/1541945087646241844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/2008/10/nfimo-momento-sinto-sua-presena-nesse.html' title=''/><author><name>Tássio Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861541138411295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SRZRtRpZgTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/JRI-iAV-MC0/s72-c/dosti.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337237248673466865.post-4852680054312111240</id><published>2008-10-24T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:59:51.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;música feita logo depois da invasão dos EUA no Iraque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Recentemente o próprio Bush admitiu que a invasão do Iraque foi um grande erro da política externa americana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tum..tum..tum.. tum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alô e da casa branca?Então segura essa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pare com essa guerra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Acabe com esse ódio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pra quê &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ceifar&lt;/span&gt; tantas vidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;por um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;barrio&lt;/span&gt; de petróleo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cadê&lt;/span&gt; a Democracia que tanto vocês defendem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guerra não está com nada é assalto a mão armada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(refrão 1x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O mundo todo quer paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pra quê contrariar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vamos vivificar a vida é o mundo desfrutar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;você sabe bem seu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;moço&lt;/span&gt;!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;guerra traz calamidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pra quê matar tanta gente, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alimementar&lt;/span&gt; vaidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Deixe os irmãos em paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Respeite a soberania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vamos preservar a ONU,o mundo e a democracia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Refrão 2 x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O mundo todo quer paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pra quê contrariar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vamos vivificar a vida é o mundo desfrutar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quanto dinheiro perdido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pra matar os inocentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Destrua também as suas armas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vamos viver como gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pense um instante na paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Niguem&lt;/span&gt; precisa de guerra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vamos viver irmanados aqui no planeta terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Refrão 1 x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh guerra não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh guerra não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(refrão 1x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Leve para casa os soldados que tem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;família&lt;/span&gt; e amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dê uma chance pra vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não somos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;inimigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Refrão)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kalú&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sobre o autor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;José &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Antonio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Calheira&lt;/span&gt; Silva mais conhecido como &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kalú&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Psicólogo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;clínico&lt;/span&gt; e industrial formado pelo centro de ensino unificado de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Brasília&lt;/span&gt;,em 1976.É também poeta e músico,escreveu diversos livros sobre crescimento espiritual.E ministrou muitas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;palestras&lt;/span&gt; sobre o tema.Hoje em dia vive com a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;família&lt;/span&gt; no interior da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Bahia&lt;/span&gt;. Natural de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Ibirataia&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt; em 18/03/1952&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gotas poéticas sobre o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor humano,parcial e interesseiro,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Faz&lt;/span&gt; da mais pura melodia uma canção de enterro!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor humano, dualidade contraditória, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Faz&lt;/span&gt; da posse do outro os seus momentos de glória!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor humano, egoísta e exigente,&lt;br /&gt;tu deverias chamar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;amoródio&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Converte-se facilmente em ódio,quando não és supostamente reconhecido,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor humano,frágil,inseguro e limitado,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porém necessário....Para uma possível evolução..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor divino,belo e significativo,perdoa o outro até mesmo quando se sente traído,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor divino,incondicional e profundo,liberar Sempre a sua fragrância nas adversidades e tormentos desse mundo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Às vezes é taxado de submisso e medíocre por aqueles nunca o sentiram&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais quem ama divinamente sempre estás ganhando..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor divino,belo e encantador&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poetiza com as qualidades do outro,sem nada esperar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Tássio&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6337237248673466865-4852680054312111240?l=tassiohist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/feeds/4852680054312111240/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6337237248673466865&amp;postID=4852680054312111240' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/4852680054312111240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337237248673466865/posts/default/4852680054312111240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tassiohist.blogspot.com/2008/10/gotas-poticas-sobre-o-amor-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Tássio Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07861541138411295206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFpjZ6LBSyA/SyJ468LRF8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/SFzixSM72S0/S220/TASSIO+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
