tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24128566989505113472024-03-13T12:58:39.180+00:00RÓ MAR - PoesiaRó Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12641465552237737520noreply@blogger.comBlogger1090125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2412856698950511347.post-52350051187148361012023-03-16T15:24:00.002+00:002023-03-16T15:59:01.560+00:00ESPERANÇA<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhebu49NsKTUjjbrEKtm_RSzAluiOg2ApgbAhXXBipz84hGMCaxIi-oXzyr1WtFMbQjQNjwyZAjabCOtHMHqhQJn8BNX212bj5M0IqxjVBdFLIg3pMbk8vhydbwcGNx8ezc2LSdELm35XIJxDqwbVmV-vzSGT0BNJMgwVlggE4Dg4gybiau3Md6-gsw=s1280" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="1280" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhebu49NsKTUjjbrEKtm_RSzAluiOg2ApgbAhXXBipz84hGMCaxIi-oXzyr1WtFMbQjQNjwyZAjabCOtHMHqhQJn8BNX212bj5M0IqxjVBdFLIg3pMbk8vhydbwcGNx8ezc2LSdELm35XIJxDqwbVmV-vzSGT0BNJMgwVlggE4Dg4gybiau3Md6-gsw=w640-h426" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><h3 style="text-align: center;">ESPERANÇA</h3><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Havia luz vinda da gruta de Belém"</div><div style="text-align: center;">Aditando esperança ao novo ano,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Celebravam o Natal e também</div><div style="text-align: center;">O dia de Reis em ambiente palaciano;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Imperando as atitudes honradas,</div><div style="text-align: center;">A linguagem devota e mui animação,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nomeadamente, poemas cantados</div><div style="text-align: center;">De letras populares, de coração;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Seguros que todos as ouviam</div><div style="text-align: center;">E na presente mensagem de Cristo, advém</div><div style="text-align: center;">O típico ritual versado; sorriam</div><div style="text-align: center;">Crédulos que todos as ouviam</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Denotando orgulho no que contém</div><div style="text-align: center;">As quadras das Janeiras, que rimam!</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Havia luz vinda da gruta de Belém."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">© Ró Mar | 01/2022</div>Ró Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12641465552237737520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2412856698950511347.post-31924010226539083822022-08-29T12:04:00.001+01:002022-08-29T12:05:13.270+01:00LISBOA <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYdb7sMSPyzWL7V8JXyrZO5nWu_Phmi7vO3ClB7mJl0vwyBY2yyPMt8ZvMW1BRxhSDblAMyKmeQHYZJOFZMQIn6Vr-oYqhb3hTShS59kNjVjRCGt2-3jCQ-1qhHySb7kdBYkivH65zSwpyl7w7MyaW-YVeL74DMF384xHiISq-qJF3Wi7yuvea6roE/s1426/LISBOA-%20foto%20R%C3%B3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1426" data-original-width="907" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYdb7sMSPyzWL7V8JXyrZO5nWu_Phmi7vO3ClB7mJl0vwyBY2yyPMt8ZvMW1BRxhSDblAMyKmeQHYZJOFZMQIn6Vr-oYqhb3hTShS59kNjVjRCGt2-3jCQ-1qhHySb7kdBYkivH65zSwpyl7w7MyaW-YVeL74DMF384xHiISq-qJF3Wi7yuvea6roE/w408-h640/LISBOA-%20foto%20R%C3%B3.jpg" width="408" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Fotografia de Ró Mar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><h3 style="text-align: center;">LISBOA</h3><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lisboa tem vida e Graça</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pelos bairros típicos</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sempre houve dança e arruaça</div><div style="text-align: center;">E por ela tudo passa</div><div style="text-align: center;">No algoritmo dos ricos!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lisboa tem tradição</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pelo fado e muito mais</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sempre houve arte com paixão</div><div style="text-align: center;">E por ela o coração</div><div style="text-align: center;">Da Graça nos arraiais!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ró Mar | 6/08/2022</div>Ró Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12641465552237737520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2412856698950511347.post-12206989588834430252022-07-29T16:55:00.001+01:002022-07-29T16:55:13.699+01:00AMORA<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwIGJbhtJj_ztec22rMmp0pl2qFmd-khUypPxWGzTS2hiRg4rzvT2b1dk-gdyFidqvGWWskiE6-YiUjiR5rSF4WIaivp-VaH9rWXlXXn9s0O03Pnez9qkQ9unPbLnGoJTtdUrbmxtr9XmE3SNMZ1FsoOWR1lSMQt5ghqu5X8P5nJlThSDwUTMO6qgn/s1349/amanhecer-%20foto%20r%C3%B3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1349" data-original-width="843" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwIGJbhtJj_ztec22rMmp0pl2qFmd-khUypPxWGzTS2hiRg4rzvT2b1dk-gdyFidqvGWWskiE6-YiUjiR5rSF4WIaivp-VaH9rWXlXXn9s0O03Pnez9qkQ9unPbLnGoJTtdUrbmxtr9XmE3SNMZ1FsoOWR1lSMQt5ghqu5X8P5nJlThSDwUTMO6qgn/w400-h640/amanhecer-%20foto%20r%C3%B3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Fotografia de Ró Mar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><h3 style="text-align: center;">"AMANHECER COM LUZ VERDE"</h3><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Amanhecer com luz verde"</div><div style="text-align: center;">É novo dia em aberto...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Na vida nada se perde</div><div style="text-align: center;">E na mudança m' acerto!...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Minha veste d' esperança</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nalgum planeta que s' herde</div><div style="text-align: center;">Calcetando aventurança...</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Amanhecer com luz verde."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Amanhecer com luz verde"</div><div style="text-align: center;">É um sonho de todos...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Neste mar que se me perde</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lanço os melhores fluídos;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">As Meninas do oceano -</div><div style="text-align: center;">Puras esmeraldas verde...</div><div style="text-align: center;">A harmonia do meu piano...</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Amanhecer com luz verde."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ró Mar | 5/07/2022</div>Ró Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12641465552237737520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2412856698950511347.post-44626324777383437902022-07-29T16:28:00.008+01:002022-07-29T16:30:15.359+01:00SOL DO MEIO-DIA <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcXlH41wLoE_lkCbSk4bxiz3O6SGR8_iOZQUNnabdj9NnZCtNY6v9WRnvc3fIwemCFleTl3BBPMPBqzC-zRGiMQDc7qJib3WdFvSO57HUgb9hjyGzSqnucxhdVI2zlLg4fmpaRw1cVCJxGBwDvXNdf4Bi7v5nH9CTf7GNwCVRriqmtXqRLTGahRRSN/s1280/sol%20meio-dia.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="1280" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcXlH41wLoE_lkCbSk4bxiz3O6SGR8_iOZQUNnabdj9NnZCtNY6v9WRnvc3fIwemCFleTl3BBPMPBqzC-zRGiMQDc7qJib3WdFvSO57HUgb9hjyGzSqnucxhdVI2zlLg4fmpaRw1cVCJxGBwDvXNdf4Bi7v5nH9CTf7GNwCVRriqmtXqRLTGahRRSN/w400-h400/sol%20meio-dia.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><h3 style="text-align: center;">SOL DO MEIO-DIA</h3><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Neste inverno, que me ladeia,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Agasalho a alma de azul</div><div style="text-align: center;">E sorrio para a candeia</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que me alumia norte a sul...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sol do meio-dia, afeição</div><div style="text-align: center;">De coração para vos dar</div><div style="text-align: center;">força airosa à ocasião,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que me incita a volver, sonhar...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Campos floridos, arco-íris</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que me prende ao gargalhar</div><div style="text-align: center;">Da nuvem que vós coloris</div><div style="text-align: center;">Com rasgados laços de amar.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Neste inverno (do meu rosto)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Não careço de pó de arroz;</div><div style="text-align: center;">O nosso Sol fez o mosto</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que me realça noutra voz!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ró Mar | 23/07/2022</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"A gargalhada é o sol que varre o inverno do rosto humano."</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Victor Hugo)</div>Ró Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12641465552237737520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2412856698950511347.post-36980660091811564372022-07-29T16:22:00.002+01:002022-07-29T16:22:55.483+01:00QUÃO INSIGNIFICANTES SOMOS!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a href="#"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGmBJWjWBJcR6F8Z0SxCca0yOLWTxEeLQtXu-pVbCOZiO8t7bgyQeK8zVQGvEZKlwpMmZool5fREjzDhO7DgH_pQAZAQPOvpc8fXvNr9ybvDvaRIcC56bX27q73IrtfSk9tyjAJ5GGiXQceSb4YblmYu3wFZmp7TmQa-sUd8Yj2CdSj1wR_Jtfj5DZ/w480-h640/FB_IMG_1658685645030.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><h3 style="text-align: center;">QUÃO INSIGNIFICANTES SOMOS!</h3><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Não deixo de admirar e respeito ter"</div><div style="text-align: center;">É o dever pra com a mãe natureza!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Preservar nossas raízes e agradecer</div><div style="text-align: center;">O sobrenatural de enorme beleza;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Perceber quão insignificantes somos</div><div style="text-align: center;">Perante tal grandeza e saber sustentar</div><div style="text-align: center;">Os sonhos vivendo a riqueza que herdámos,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sem nunca descurar a forma de estar.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Deste grande mistério somos senhores</div><div style="text-align: center;">De pensar e agir orientando o destino,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Contudo devemos de olhar aos criadores...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Têm o dom de educar por desatino,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Longa é a caminhada e com dissabores,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Quando atento ressurge a luz do divino!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ró Mar | 24/07/2022</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Rosa A. Domingos: "Não deixo de admirar e respeito ter"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div>MENSAGEM NATUREZA | Grupo Literário - Wise Winds-Ventos Sábios de Ruth Collaço</div></div>Ró Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12641465552237737520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2412856698950511347.post-55432206716776178742022-07-20T19:18:00.004+01:002022-07-20T20:51:53.032+01:00 "CUIDADO COM O CALOR!"<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div><br></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br></div><h3 style="text-align: center;">"CUIDADO COM O CALOR!"</h3><div style="text-align: center;"><br></div><div style="text-align: center;">O termómetro a subir...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Não há sítio de frescor</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nem quem possa acudir!</div><div style="text-align: center;">“Cuidado com o calor!”</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br></div><div style="text-align: center;">“Cuidado com o calor!”</div><div style="text-align: center;">Líquidos p'ra hidratar...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Prevenção é o melhor</div><div style="text-align: center;">Quando o Sol vem a matar!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br></div><div style="text-align: center;">“Cuidado com o calor!”</div><div style="text-align: center;">Quer no campo quer na praia</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cautela com o fervor...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Só gelado e papaia!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br></div><div style="text-align: center;">Não há como aguentar</div><div style="text-align: center;">Este suplicio Senhor...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Só de molho a refrescar!</div><div style="text-align: center;">“Cuidado com o calor!”</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ró Mar | 10/07/2022</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mote de Custódio Montes: “Cuidado com o calor”</div>Ró Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12641465552237737520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2412856698950511347.post-31863531507491064472022-07-20T19:16:00.001+01:002022-07-20T19:22:47.539+01:00PUZZLE<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEis3yZ1bdAaT13Ha-BhX1BynmZfCYIfv4fAkZ6hRYY_GuwviQq6uCCbPzvTVQYkZCZSsclcGy2hUHQ_EUAFLjmwIj3in6l43OnCY4H5a053aru7HvT-gQY6Ply4InehOfcpntaq1lGA1u9JLfH9LngVtnrKBTAurRz9K9u-9TRviYJsECrVxJnIwPvw=s960" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="569" data-original-width="960" height="380" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEis3yZ1bdAaT13Ha-BhX1BynmZfCYIfv4fAkZ6hRYY_GuwviQq6uCCbPzvTVQYkZCZSsclcGy2hUHQ_EUAFLjmwIj3in6l43OnCY4H5a053aru7HvT-gQY6Ply4InehOfcpntaq1lGA1u9JLfH9LngVtnrKBTAurRz9K9u-9TRviYJsECrVxJnIwPvw=w640-h380" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><h3 style="text-align: center;">PUZZLE</h3><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Vou construir um puzzle</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sem grande quebra-cabeça!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ainda que a poesia seja enigma</div><div style="text-align: center;">Há sempre certo paradigma;</div><div style="text-align: center;">A Musa abona qualquer charada</div><div style="text-align: center;">Para desanuviar a cabeça.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">© Ró Mar </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Vou construir um puzzle"</div><div style="text-align: center;">À medida do meu coração</div><div style="text-align: center;">E aconchegado o vou fazer</div><div style="text-align: center;">Com o que me traz prazer:</div><div style="text-align: center;">A poesia dum dia de calor,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lamechices da paixão!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">II</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Sem grande quebra-cabeça"</div><div style="text-align: center;">Vou compor uma canção;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pedaço a pedaço completo</div><div style="text-align: center;">O espaço vazio e secreto;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que possa apaziguar a dor</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nas minhas mãos de afeição!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;">III</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Ainda que a poesia seja enigma"</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eu vou ser habilidosa</div><div style="text-align: center;">E tecer bem os cordelinhos</div><div style="text-align: center;">Para colar todos os bocadinhos;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que se enlacem uns nos outros</div><div style="text-align: center;">De forma bastante airosa!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;">IV</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Há sempre certo paradigma"</div><div style="text-align: center;">Na vida e com essa desdita</div><div style="text-align: center;">E dois palmos de testa</div><div style="text-align: center;">Vou fazer uma breve sesta;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que tão bem me fazia</div><div style="text-align: center;">Para melhorar minha escrita!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;">V</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"A Musa abona qualquer charada,"</div><div style="text-align: center;">Por mais impossível que pareça</div><div style="text-align: center;">Não há que temer ousar;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Se não colar cacos e adoçar</div><div style="text-align: center;">Este motor descompassado</div><div style="text-align: center;">Faz com que algo esqueça!...</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">VI</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Para desanuviar a cabeça"</div><div style="text-align: center;">Não há mesmo nada melhor</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que exercitar outras cousas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Como: traçar nas lousas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Grifando aquelas parcelas,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que nos sabem dar amor.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">© Ró Mar | 2022/01/29</div>Ró Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12641465552237737520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2412856698950511347.post-73323436612292381322022-06-17T13:43:00.001+01:002022-06-18T00:18:57.051+01:00A CANTADEIRA LAROCA<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzYbth-UMyJ65jQQ1IJDsXdn0bI4LunKcUag5-2oQtokFad7fCqT56lOR2EqX-et2OowT9pOityM7MLxsrM4-C5zxRr_j4rAsmDdTqDSQ5NggCF3PFOV2rFh2Ckk7k1u0vFw-uZ3mneDzg-TEuoOFlhGZvExcStvILlP-BYoupcNoyT-rxM9qVBkMb/s1083/guitarra-%202022.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1083" data-original-width="682" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzYbth-UMyJ65jQQ1IJDsXdn0bI4LunKcUag5-2oQtokFad7fCqT56lOR2EqX-et2OowT9pOityM7MLxsrM4-C5zxRr_j4rAsmDdTqDSQ5NggCF3PFOV2rFh2Ckk7k1u0vFw-uZ3mneDzg-TEuoOFlhGZvExcStvILlP-BYoupcNoyT-rxM9qVBkMb/w404-h640/guitarra-%202022.jpg" width="404" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Fotografia de Ró Mar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><h3 style="text-align: center;">A CANTADEIRA LAROCA</h3><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Quando trina uma guitarra</div><div style="text-align: center;">Há fado de boca em boca</div><div style="text-align: center;">E com música se troca</div><div style="text-align: center;">O passo e a beijoca agarra</div><div style="text-align: center;">A cantadeira laroca!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Quando com alma soletra</div><div style="text-align: center;">O ladrilho da ladeira</div><div style="text-align: center;">Na voz dessa cantadeira</div><div style="text-align: center;">Há brio de letra em letra</div><div style="text-align: center;">E amor para a vida inteira!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">© Ró Mar | 17/06/2022</div>Ró Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12641465552237737520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2412856698950511347.post-48243549353053952022022-06-11T14:32:00.001+01:002022-06-11T14:32:11.069+01:00TRONOS DE SANTO ANTÓNIO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipEVcTt8PFHFKUJX7eRZjvVjo8sUBcSIvvBn9inkzuw2VpT_3ZOc3Tf-eZYU5Q6d7Od_DEQzQZcZ1AnU-eSYdRn-6xwtWZZEcpVAJ7z_Xmk8QaOA5AiQiDc_IGIgvLOYlGQzvozTXvYscD_4UGuQl92a8TWkQhknAkGkIfL4F2XO85sEZ9jivOp_RB/s1229/trono%20santo%20ant%C3%B3nio-2022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1229" data-original-width="768" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipEVcTt8PFHFKUJX7eRZjvVjo8sUBcSIvvBn9inkzuw2VpT_3ZOc3Tf-eZYU5Q6d7Od_DEQzQZcZ1AnU-eSYdRn-6xwtWZZEcpVAJ7z_Xmk8QaOA5AiQiDc_IGIgvLOYlGQzvozTXvYscD_4UGuQl92a8TWkQhknAkGkIfL4F2XO85sEZ9jivOp_RB/w400-h640/trono%20santo%20ant%C3%B3nio-2022.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Fotografia de Ró Mar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><h3 style="text-align: center;">TRONOS DE SANTO ANTÓNIO</h3><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lisboa tem tradição</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pelas ruas e vielas</div><div style="text-align: center;">O cheiro a manjericão</div><div style="text-align: center;">E das sardinhas capelas;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Há grinaldas de flores,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lanternas, balões e mais</div><div style="text-align: center;">Feitos de papel de cores</div><div style="text-align: center;">Garridas prós arraiais.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lisboa tem património</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pelas montras e janelas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tronos de Santo António</div><div style="text-align: center;">Chamariz prá ginga delas;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Há caldo verde, bifanas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Chouriço assado e vinho</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que engorda as trezenas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Do seu Santo Antoninho.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lisboa menina do Tejo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sete saias a marchar,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lava as vistas no cortejo</div><div style="text-align: center;">A António e vê-se casar;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Há andores e tambores,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Seda e chita colorida</div><div style="text-align: center;">P'ra conquistar amores</div><div style="text-align: center;">E saudade à despedida.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lisboa tem arte e oficio</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pelos bairros típicos,</div><div style="text-align: center;">O fado honra o solstício</div><div style="text-align: center;">De verão com namoricos;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Há alegria e multidões</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pelos Santos populares</div><div style="text-align: center;">E Amália nas canções</div><div style="text-align: center;">A avistar todos os altares.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">© Ró Mar | 11/06/2022</div>Ró Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12641465552237737520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2412856698950511347.post-27281344673114422592022-06-01T13:32:00.003+01:002022-06-01T13:42:24.896+01:00AOS SANTOS POPULARES<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoNUA4_o3SGYtXZXIELGdgP8oQxXUosI98VBgICwIcBH04hdl8YQClQ3gUBLPwuN1WHFyXvE0b28MIMD8_GSetEXNSg191AeUm_HcupxzW3iC3zC1JVsq-QPd19KU4pirl0fVkcFAWjKn3WfDL6okr7MX2XuJZohTVxpYbUQ6Dp0RHy4PwBjfu82Jx/s1152/pratos%20santo%20ant%C3%B3nio_edited.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="1140" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoNUA4_o3SGYtXZXIELGdgP8oQxXUosI98VBgICwIcBH04hdl8YQClQ3gUBLPwuN1WHFyXvE0b28MIMD8_GSetEXNSg191AeUm_HcupxzW3iC3zC1JVsq-QPd19KU4pirl0fVkcFAWjKn3WfDL6okr7MX2XuJZohTVxpYbUQ6Dp0RHy4PwBjfu82Jx/w634-h640/pratos%20santo%20ant%C3%B3nio_edited.jpg" width="634" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Fotografia de Ró Mar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><h3 style="text-align: center;">AOS SANTOS POPULARES</h3><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Chegado o mês de Junho</div><div style="text-align: center;">Há alegria nos olhares</div><div style="text-align: center;">E quadras que rascunho</div><div style="text-align: center;">Aos Santos populares.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Nas ruas há animação</div><div style="text-align: center;">E não faltam manjericos</div><div style="text-align: center;">P'ra entoar no coração</div><div style="text-align: center;">A música dos bailaricos!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">António de Lisboa,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Meu Santo milagroso,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Casai a rapariga boa</div><div style="text-align: center;">Com um moço bondoso!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">São João, lá do Porto,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Trazei-nos vinho prá boda</div><div style="text-align: center;">E verão p'ra conforto</div><div style="text-align: center;">Do luar de roda em roda!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">E, cansados de dançar</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que nos valha São Pedro</div><div style="text-align: center;">Para a fogueira saltar</div><div style="text-align: center;">Até à sombra do cedro!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A chave, entre o arvoredo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Duma casa caiada</div><div style="text-align: center;">De branco, de manhã cedo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Para ser nossa morada.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Nas casinhas há harmonia</div><div style="text-align: center;">E não faltam manjericos</div><div style="text-align: center;">P'ra dar à janela poesia</div><div style="text-align: center;">De cheirinho a namoricos!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">No fim do mês de Junho</div><div style="text-align: center;">Há alegria nos olhares</div><div style="text-align: center;">E quadras que rascunho</div><div style="text-align: center;">Aos Santos populares.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">© Ró Mar | 01/06/2022</div>Ró Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12641465552237737520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2412856698950511347.post-72602276571458762482022-05-30T18:06:00.002+01:002022-05-30T18:07:27.555+01:00 NOSSO TEMPO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl6IOtkp8udPKgR2QQtzK_c_9gvtmWwGZSXGTGZ7P8QxHaHabLeOkgQDNunuLGwDKlABIq80CwlI4a8O4iTXbVV0afAcV3YKxYYXzk2a3-hGy_nKiG_GNhLori5oThamPd5Maa7JDpG6nLwptOjBpgt5sDvCDhyQAfSz_Mb4IspYZTwBOEEwbtv8wm/s960/TEMPO.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="960" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl6IOtkp8udPKgR2QQtzK_c_9gvtmWwGZSXGTGZ7P8QxHaHabLeOkgQDNunuLGwDKlABIq80CwlI4a8O4iTXbVV0afAcV3YKxYYXzk2a3-hGy_nKiG_GNhLori5oThamPd5Maa7JDpG6nLwptOjBpgt5sDvCDhyQAfSz_Mb4IspYZTwBOEEwbtv8wm/w640-h400/TEMPO.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><h3 style="text-align: center;">NOSSO TEMPO</h3><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pois, com o passar do tempo</div><div style="text-align: center;">Evoluímos aprendendo</div><div style="text-align: center;">A lidar com o contratempo</div><div style="text-align: center;">E o abstrato vivendo</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sempre a tempo de atempo;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Somos fruto do tempo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">De todos os tempos possíveis -</div><div style="text-align: center;">Concreto, passatempo</div><div style="text-align: center;">Abstrato - todos hábeis</div><div style="text-align: center;">De viver nosso tempo.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">© Ró Mar | 30/05/2022</div>Ró Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12641465552237737520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2412856698950511347.post-51180102638790983072022-05-29T15:26:00.002+01:002022-05-29T16:29:49.200+01:00AGUARELA DO MEU SER<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQCqFydj6GBr2x6voTnWW2QIZForE7mXrsGFwpnYr0NcdjSMPWrWG3ANDePOAKj7b_1XXPlkq_Nl-rabnwW9wFbSEDl03veQBLZRBRwpZswfBYKWamSyt4e8nqNEI3HKYPnFO_53ftiSJzEa5LC90BThGEk7k3q3oseyDHWj8nMwnP-a23EIJNViVs/s960/house-casinha.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="661" data-original-width="960" height="440" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQCqFydj6GBr2x6voTnWW2QIZForE7mXrsGFwpnYr0NcdjSMPWrWG3ANDePOAKj7b_1XXPlkq_Nl-rabnwW9wFbSEDl03veQBLZRBRwpZswfBYKWamSyt4e8nqNEI3HKYPnFO_53ftiSJzEa5LC90BThGEk7k3q3oseyDHWj8nMwnP-a23EIJNViVs/w640-h440/house-casinha.webp" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><h3 style="text-align: center;">AGUARELA DO MEU SER</h3><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Um pedaço de céu aqui,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Uma casinha verdinha,</div><div style="text-align: center;">O Sol em frente à cozinha</div><div style="text-align: center;">Foi tudo o que a Deus pedi</div><div style="text-align: center;">E na aguarela vivi!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Se vivi ou sonhei viver</div><div style="text-align: center;">Na tela que imaginei</div><div style="text-align: center;">Não sei, mas, idealizei</div><div style="text-align: center;">E vivi todo o meu crer!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Aguarela do meu ser.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">© Ró Mar | 29/05/2022</div>Ró Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12641465552237737520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2412856698950511347.post-75585857079556263902022-05-12T17:53:00.002+01:002022-05-12T18:29:15.247+01:00MAIO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEr6WBXdsyh2gywCOALHHcUMS8v-HVR4VCboJHWVw7nY_C_bUKDUoisXdiPtjQitmIetDko9JrdkTeAVtijfu3vMs6RssZtYFvYxEtbd4Ypi87Mm4_qzSZwl7Mrb646d8KNWm84CAZqB_x44fHR7_ML7GWeQzwsoYQftQSa-ZxJOj0hVMXwEfelD-e/s2131/20220503_132530.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2131" data-original-width="1152" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEr6WBXdsyh2gywCOALHHcUMS8v-HVR4VCboJHWVw7nY_C_bUKDUoisXdiPtjQitmIetDko9JrdkTeAVtijfu3vMs6RssZtYFvYxEtbd4Ypi87Mm4_qzSZwl7Mrb646d8KNWm84CAZqB_x44fHR7_ML7GWeQzwsoYQftQSa-ZxJOj0hVMXwEfelD-e/w346-h640/20220503_132530.jpg" width="346" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Fotografia de Ró Mar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><h3 style="text-align: center;">MAIO</h3><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Maio é um mês multifacetado</div><div style="text-align: center;">Caracterizado por cheiros, cores</div><div style="text-align: center;">E um luar de clima temperado,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que faz a delicia de todos os amores.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Duma beleza mística e tão natural</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que faz o sonho avançar destemido</div><div style="text-align: center;">E o milagre acontecer monumental,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tal e qual Nossa Senhora havia dito!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Maio é o meu mês e de todo o Universo</div><div style="text-align: center;">E quer-se florido p'ra espalhar bons ares</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dia-a-dia e trazer a alegria que verso!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">O sonho traz a vida aos lugares</div><div style="text-align: center;">E a estrela guia ilumina o berço</div><div style="text-align: center;">Abençoado p'lo doce embalar.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">© Ró Mar | 12/05/2022</div>Ró Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12641465552237737520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2412856698950511347.post-56876188708337752582022-05-09T00:19:00.000+01:002022-05-09T00:19:26.321+01:00MINHA ROSA<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7GrnWwsvynaZqfNso7SBliFLRk935ORFXXUWkmgExi0-rC_jk5_aFSmpcTqAAWM5j6__9EEyfDy2937kEc1IdHYLgmefpV2ImqNIEDDDkwMrloXPu67Ne3w19C6L9T5Z6Z8va0fqBTG6ii0E1oyVPhWp3vcFMQ0PcvH2Brwxoim4peVYe77GUVhoU/s1020/machado%20assis%20rosas.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="1020" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7GrnWwsvynaZqfNso7SBliFLRk935ORFXXUWkmgExi0-rC_jk5_aFSmpcTqAAWM5j6__9EEyfDy2937kEc1IdHYLgmefpV2ImqNIEDDDkwMrloXPu67Ne3w19C6L9T5Z6Z8va0fqBTG6ii0E1oyVPhWp3vcFMQ0PcvH2Brwxoim4peVYe77GUVhoU/w640-h334/machado%20assis%20rosas.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><h3 style="text-align: center;">MINHA ROSA</h3><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Minha Rosa formosa e perfumada</div><div style="text-align: center;">Porque te conceberam com espinhos?</div><div style="text-align: center;">És a flor que ri e chora compassada</div><div style="text-align: center;">Com a vida, que surpreende caminhos.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Senhora e dona duma delicada escolha,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Menina que floresce em qualquer jardim,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Se teu porte fosse apenas de quem olha</div><div style="text-align: center;">A vida era um mar de rosas sem fim!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Minha Rosa doce, o espinho protetor,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Duas faces como o Sol e a Lua, assim</div><div style="text-align: center;">Quis Deus pró justo e pecador!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Enquanto estimada parece festim!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sabe-se bem porquê: lapidada a dor</div><div style="text-align: center;">Como se fosse pedra preciosa, enfim!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">© Ró Mar | 08/05/2022</div>Ró Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12641465552237737520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2412856698950511347.post-21405826729929120672022-05-02T22:23:00.001+01:002022-05-02T22:26:08.810+01:00MAIO<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqANvvIZ3940tG9EeDiFFeL0W6gI3bRsxfZFgFN5TTQLPHbYFEKriIAnorRsFilzKc_yIi8-zYvEEroJSHSKzP3UBKoIMJQYMa691lwYwKdkE3OlSSX1OqGWH2gTSi0GB7Tg7WdzBB2u5q5lw3yFGAxYScV5eZHQw5MJ2OTgJS3rGGt04Cldwdhz6k/s1471/My%20project%20(30).jpg"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqANvvIZ3940tG9EeDiFFeL0W6gI3bRsxfZFgFN5TTQLPHbYFEKriIAnorRsFilzKc_yIi8-zYvEEroJSHSKzP3UBKoIMJQYMa691lwYwKdkE3OlSSX1OqGWH2gTSi0GB7Tg7WdzBB2u5q5lw3yFGAxYScV5eZHQw5MJ2OTgJS3rGGt04Cldwdhz6k/w456-h640/My%20project%20(30).jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">© Ró Mar</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://ro-mar-poesia-arte.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">https://ro-mar-poesia-arte.blogspot.com/</a><br /></div>Ró Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12641465552237737520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2412856698950511347.post-51817692563195609492022-05-01T23:45:00.005+01:002022-05-01T23:59:37.177+01:00NAVEGANTE MOMENTÂNEO!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjexeeIAgUv3bugz5bf-9cuZ62wd3nbsNhQMF_q0NxtYkRjrbahOqN5b1NIy3N1u5zUjNW0lov2suF-4qOc8jXGQPcEvVX2oIVJYx4qIsjyQnUblnVh2OouKP5tPXjIlcpO1hO7o7c8Oz8_rQSmIUxiXZ1GjIz5Uae8wxSb3eFw6QNyNalTh-nJuB2n/s960/ESMERALDA-NAVEGANTE-.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="960" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjexeeIAgUv3bugz5bf-9cuZ62wd3nbsNhQMF_q0NxtYkRjrbahOqN5b1NIy3N1u5zUjNW0lov2suF-4qOc8jXGQPcEvVX2oIVJYx4qIsjyQnUblnVh2OouKP5tPXjIlcpO1hO7o7c8Oz8_rQSmIUxiXZ1GjIz5Uae8wxSb3eFw6QNyNalTh-nJuB2n/w640-h400/ESMERALDA-NAVEGANTE-.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><h3 style="text-align: center;">NAVEGANTE MOMENTÂNEO!</h3><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Aquele olhar esmeralda</div><div style="text-align: center;">Navegante aflorou o meu</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pensamento, quanto o seu</div><div style="text-align: center;">Zanzar! Minh' alma desfralda</div><div style="text-align: center;">Naquele Mar Egeu!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Verão que se declarava,</div><div style="text-align: center;">O apogeu mediterrâneo</div><div style="text-align: center;">À mercê dum conterrâneo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ondeado que espelhava</div><div style="text-align: center;">Navegante momentâneo!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">© Ró Mar | 1/05/2022</div>Ró Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12641465552237737520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2412856698950511347.post-62837069948920751832022-05-01T00:08:00.003+01:002022-05-01T00:08:07.583+01:00MÃE<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="#"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR3QGkdn_CnRT_CkQSk5RT4piGleeV8GTttRv3mEiQBoOc0vH3DPE9M6iVruEN8giq1dColEqQusjxKz0cocW0G1MT75PUaeLxm57CsRWmHzR01utgUuKDDwhNfvPphcenx9lchCbRXJ_7XjN4zQsHSXdKRNSahRO82vrsFOOc0B-WYGpGeabOOOmI/w470-h640/My%20project%20(25).jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">© Ró Mar</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://ro-mar-poesia-arte.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">https://ro-mar-poesia-arte.blogspot.com/</a><br /></div>Ró Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12641465552237737520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2412856698950511347.post-32411168577506594812022-04-30T19:29:00.007+01:002022-05-01T00:08:31.962+01:00MAIO<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCzisFenBg9C3CWPHwDQzWlWCYIXI07NDpfFiEzvt59aT9qXmlrwxvQVgaq_Fyn0oKi369KUMCu5H3qfXMXnW36zQTNbGvgJFs_ulXv9S3osbEj8Jmc4ON1Zm0tPChps_yFVc6CwAWx9rBOWPK7FVQG3pKfSJn3vAE7v3ZVlYn_m-Rpi4mjTjuGttC/s1242/Meu%20projeto%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1242" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCzisFenBg9C3CWPHwDQzWlWCYIXI07NDpfFiEzvt59aT9qXmlrwxvQVgaq_Fyn0oKi369KUMCu5H3qfXMXnW36zQTNbGvgJFs_ulXv9S3osbEj8Jmc4ON1Zm0tPChps_yFVc6CwAWx9rBOWPK7FVQG3pKfSJn3vAE7v3ZVlYn_m-Rpi4mjTjuGttC/w464-h640/Meu%20projeto%20(1).jpg" width="464" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">© Ró Mar</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://ro-mar-poesia-arte.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">https://ro-mar-poesia-arte.blogspot.com/</a></div><p></p>Ró Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12641465552237737520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2412856698950511347.post-81840829077804402952022-04-30T19:07:00.001+01:002022-05-01T00:08:19.629+01:00NASCER EM MAIO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4HBj0VV0g1XpnFg4r-hq2JruyoFsNZyNmQC8Iu2iuWde2BO6_GyU7RqtF_NxYDi-PQQynuLKTKKOOOdIFqg3n8SYklGnzeSGyWcZPkYpI9yGDWKqqp_n_0dLrSdBJNCYF59zqGSaIt8ctkRdtFlY-y9YEZr-oAFe7-ayyBxKCr4Pu0ii6FidkHC5d/s960/cerejeira-%20primavera.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="960" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4HBj0VV0g1XpnFg4r-hq2JruyoFsNZyNmQC8Iu2iuWde2BO6_GyU7RqtF_NxYDi-PQQynuLKTKKOOOdIFqg3n8SYklGnzeSGyWcZPkYpI9yGDWKqqp_n_0dLrSdBJNCYF59zqGSaIt8ctkRdtFlY-y9YEZr-oAFe7-ayyBxKCr4Pu0ii6FidkHC5d/w640-h426/cerejeira-%20primavera.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><h3 style="text-align: center;">NASCER EM MAIO</h3><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Nascer em Maio é vida</div><div style="text-align: center;">Plena duma primavera</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fresca, amorosa e florida,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Natureza que paquera!</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A preciosa atmosfera</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cortesia da divindade</div><div style="text-align: center;">E daquela que nos gera</div><div style="text-align: center;">Com toda a espontaneidade!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Nascer em Maio é dom</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que cresce no coração</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dia a dia com o mesmo som</div><div style="text-align: center;">Daquele berço de união!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">O luar mais-que-sereno</div><div style="text-align: center;">E cinco estrelas no olhar;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Alma bolina, ar ameno</div><div style="text-align: center;">De quem quer sempre sonhar!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Nascer em Maio é obra</div><div style="text-align: center;">De arte e circunstância,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que levou muita mão de obra,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Comtemplemos a fragância!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">© Ró Mar | 1/05/2022</div>Ró Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12641465552237737520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2412856698950511347.post-1861758927387218422022-04-30T12:28:00.006+01:002022-04-30T12:28:57.665+01:00"O VERÃO VEM A CAMINHO"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_tVXyGODHPEUnn_lthT03zgbRqGKeQa00JmdJnE0Px_a47JC3g_SswqjDGnnn6PFf9TdAkCCVuwkn3ke_SFVEnQWnOU-MBEISoskrof56x8TXMJFfmf_8zf_zJZJmgmMfTf_9-o8ka92oFGF43GnGIj-NIqB9O3NGaOf4nQu150sT0LQ3_DOwK1FM/s960/VER%C3%83O.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="679" data-original-width="960" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_tVXyGODHPEUnn_lthT03zgbRqGKeQa00JmdJnE0Px_a47JC3g_SswqjDGnnn6PFf9TdAkCCVuwkn3ke_SFVEnQWnOU-MBEISoskrof56x8TXMJFfmf_8zf_zJZJmgmMfTf_9-o8ka92oFGF43GnGIj-NIqB9O3NGaOf4nQu150sT0LQ3_DOwK1FM/w640-h452/VER%C3%83O.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><h3 style="text-align: center;">"O Verão vem a caminho"</h3><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">O Abril finda com Sol</div><div style="text-align: center;">E Maio é um miminho</div><div style="text-align: center;">É hora do guarda-Sol</div><div style="text-align: center;">"O Verão vem a caminho"!</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A natureza florida</div><div style="text-align: center;">E o amanhã fresquinho</div><div style="text-align: center;">É a primavera querida,</div><div style="text-align: center;">"O Verão vem a caminho"!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Os hábitos a mudar,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Desfrutar do ribeirinho</div><div style="text-align: center;">E pôr amor ao luar,</div><div style="text-align: center;">"O Verão vem a caminho"!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">É o tempo de sonhar</div><div style="text-align: center;">E de criar o raminho</div><div style="text-align: center;">Colorido do bem-estar,</div><div style="text-align: center;">"O Verão vem a caminho"!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">© Ró Mar | 30/04/2022</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mote de MEA: "O Verão vem a caminho"</div>Ró Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12641465552237737520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2412856698950511347.post-42208928410084875282022-04-25T18:40:00.006+01:002022-04-25T18:40:36.730+01:00A EMOÇÃO DE VISITANTE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGrDiSXCcl_FQ55ZrAhLcLOjOz1mf2zW0jKpoGbdY3d3YXEIJQCZNvZOH-3sKeRGeBCql4Vs4Mc1g6etvqowp0DpqThR-neC4bqfNPI0ba35UaunnW5JXNiMLj0u6P7htIpQPuLk-WXBmLCgPTUn2B9U5Kt3VsxLx7rbTiluSg4uBRK7mfDqh-iN8c/s960/CARROSEL-%20VIDA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="960" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGrDiSXCcl_FQ55ZrAhLcLOjOz1mf2zW0jKpoGbdY3d3YXEIJQCZNvZOH-3sKeRGeBCql4Vs4Mc1g6etvqowp0DpqThR-neC4bqfNPI0ba35UaunnW5JXNiMLj0u6P7htIpQPuLk-WXBmLCgPTUn2B9U5Kt3VsxLx7rbTiluSg4uBRK7mfDqh-iN8c/w640-h426/CARROSEL-%20VIDA.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><h3 style="text-align: center;">A EMOÇÃO DE VISITANTE</h3><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A vida é inconstante,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Passagem determinante</div><div style="text-align: center;">E muitas das vezes cruel!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ah, ameniza o carrossel</div><div style="text-align: center;">Naquela volta gigante!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A vida é tão distante,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que se torna interessante</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nos nossos sonhos de cordel</div><div style="text-align: center;">Rodopiar p'lo carrossel</div><div style="text-align: center;">A emoção de visitante!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">© Ró Mar | 25/04/2022</div>Ró Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12641465552237737520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2412856698950511347.post-71214807848954612042022-04-23T22:04:00.003+01:002022-04-23T22:04:28.990+01:00ABRIL TEM MIL E UMA FLORES<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsm3LIi3f0x5QOfcE6ptixLuXQmoNeojgRa7OkrJHsqdgjrPxlmuUcAGrLkY4IRsOvejgjatx3PfQE4GtlVuoRWhgwPsPHia4K0jkDQHH0iAmguBTiM4ggcr-lhXXA7smtjQnfyRsfGcxJRiyuOv0d-Z3MZ6aAOXu4xXE_wHKz-LrVSlsdkaHl3lgU/s720/abril.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="700" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsm3LIi3f0x5QOfcE6ptixLuXQmoNeojgRa7OkrJHsqdgjrPxlmuUcAGrLkY4IRsOvejgjatx3PfQE4GtlVuoRWhgwPsPHia4K0jkDQHH0iAmguBTiM4ggcr-lhXXA7smtjQnfyRsfGcxJRiyuOv0d-Z3MZ6aAOXu4xXE_wHKz-LrVSlsdkaHl3lgU/w622-h640/abril.png" width="622" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><h3 style="text-align: center;"> ABRIL TEM MIL E UMA FLORES<span style="text-align: center;"> </span></h3><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Abril tem mil e uma flores</div><div style="text-align: center;">E um brilho no luar,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que acorda Lisboa e arredores</div><div style="text-align: center;">Em cravos multicolores</div><div style="text-align: center;">Daquele perfume impar!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Tem amendoeiras com flores</div><div style="text-align: center;">Rosas e brancas no olhar</div><div style="text-align: center;">E um coração de amores,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que é delicia de escritores</div><div style="text-align: center;">De pena fina p'ra voar!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">© Ró Mar | 23/04/2022</div><p></p>Ró Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12641465552237737520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2412856698950511347.post-59946792724317277172022-04-20T22:27:00.000+01:002022-04-20T22:27:36.039+01:00BEM-ME-QUER E MAL-ME-QUER<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcr8Iee_Q-emxn3i16hVDr3AIwJaDZMD2sxoLbF7bSPUHhptQweYvupCmmL4YSwJg77tRVNuhoyWI3o96ltSYxIMDIbMueANxpSuy5S2ylf8EVNKKbNJR08gXjr9PLMySYbuOWcgiAkgKkvf1Bg-ljohGuLQY04-0N_bXIrt6iQs3iJeNNH6AppJg9/s960/malmequer-.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="635" data-original-width="960" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcr8Iee_Q-emxn3i16hVDr3AIwJaDZMD2sxoLbF7bSPUHhptQweYvupCmmL4YSwJg77tRVNuhoyWI3o96ltSYxIMDIbMueANxpSuy5S2ylf8EVNKKbNJR08gXjr9PLMySYbuOWcgiAkgKkvf1Bg-ljohGuLQY04-0N_bXIrt6iQs3iJeNNH6AppJg9/w640-h424/malmequer-.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><h3 style="text-align: center;">BEM-ME-QUER E MAL-ME-QUER</h3><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ah, já lá vai a temporada</div><div style="text-align: center;">De desfolhar o malmequer</div><div style="text-align: center;">Por pétala esperançada</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que amor fosse acontecer</div><div style="text-align: center;">Numa flor enamorada!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A primavera a florescer</div><div style="text-align: center;">A dois dedos do pensamento</div><div style="text-align: center;">Bem-me-quer e mal-me-quer</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fazia a alegria do momento,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nesses tempos havia crer!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">© Ró Mar | 20/04/2022</div>Ró Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12641465552237737520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2412856698950511347.post-29141339312781300972022-04-19T22:25:00.007+01:002022-04-19T22:25:55.891+01:00"O TEMPO, QUE ESTRANHO ANDA"!?<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnyn90fQ-DhdtUKZWH_RmNxqE8cz5P3o6rNpNDz6dqZIUoGgZPP_h84x-EH22etYaJPuBPBnjpmDaEtH7Anup-0SbOaBL-ZdoPYAS9g5Joe3zRpwTUMhF2rqaqQFHgYsiCtKF-_t5AJhmLJehQ-J5gjMpxJB4yD0tCXVu-HlQGRqFREEGJYuI46evb/s720/chuva--.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="720" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnyn90fQ-DhdtUKZWH_RmNxqE8cz5P3o6rNpNDz6dqZIUoGgZPP_h84x-EH22etYaJPuBPBnjpmDaEtH7Anup-0SbOaBL-ZdoPYAS9g5Joe3zRpwTUMhF2rqaqQFHgYsiCtKF-_t5AJhmLJehQ-J5gjMpxJB4yD0tCXVu-HlQGRqFREEGJYuI46evb/w640-h640/chuva--.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><h3 style="text-align: center;">"O TEMPO, QUE ESTRANHO ANDA"!?</h3><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"O tempo que estranho anda"!?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ora chove, ora faz Sol,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ninguém sabe a quantas anda,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nem se ouve algum rouxinol!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pelo meandro deste Abril</div><div style="text-align: center;">Preguiça numa varanda</div><div style="text-align: center;">A graça primaveril!</div><div style="text-align: center;">"O tempo que estranho anda"!?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Nem há tempo para nada,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Por aqui ou noutra banda,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anda por aí mui lambada!</div><div style="text-align: center;">"O tempo que estranho anda"!?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Com tamanha estranheza</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ainda se ouve propaganda</div><div style="text-align: center;">De consertar natureza!</div><div style="text-align: center;">"O tempo que estranho anda"!?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">© Ró Mar | 2022/04</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mote de Joaquim Sustelo: "O tempo que estranho anda"</div>Ró Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12641465552237737520noreply@blogger.com