<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133938810172056917</id><updated>2011-07-28T22:00:16.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PORTAL DA POESIA</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portaldapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133938810172056917/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portaldapoesia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Luis Almey Barros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16971699255303753904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luoLukGoh5w/TMsUr_kKTqI/AAAAAAAAACk/au-GUw3UBOg/S220/almey+barros+f.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133938810172056917.post-5033353444686528530</id><published>2010-10-15T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T12:10:41.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hino Riograndense</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luoLukGoh5w/TLim-ANKyzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zZfNLEALhlI/s1600/1242442694Copia_de_Bandeira_do_RS.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luoLukGoh5w/TLim-ANKyzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zZfNLEALhlI/s200/1242442694Copia_de_Bandeira_do_RS.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Como a aurora precursora&lt;br /&gt;Do farol da divindade&lt;br /&gt;Foi o 20 de Setembro&lt;br /&gt;O precursor da liberdade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mostremos valor constância&lt;br /&gt;Nesta ímpia e injusta guerra&lt;br /&gt;Sirvam nossas façanhas&lt;br /&gt;De modelo a toda Terra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De modelo a toda Terra&lt;br /&gt;Sirvam nossas façanhas&lt;br /&gt;De modelo a toda Terra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas não basta pra ser livre&lt;br /&gt;Ser forte, aguerrido e bravo&lt;br /&gt;Povo que não tem virtude&lt;br /&gt;Acaba por ser escravo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mostremos valor constância&lt;br /&gt;Nesta ímpia e injusta guerra&lt;br /&gt;Sirvam nossas façanhas&lt;br /&gt;De modelo a toda Terra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De modelo a toda Terra&lt;br /&gt;Sirvam nossas façanhas&lt;br /&gt;De modelo a toda Terra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133938810172056917-5033353444686528530?l=portaldapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portaldapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5033353444686528530/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://portaldapoesia.blogspot.com/2010/10/hino-riograndense.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133938810172056917/posts/default/5033353444686528530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133938810172056917/posts/default/5033353444686528530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portaldapoesia.blogspot.com/2010/10/hino-riograndense.html' title='Hino Riograndense'/><author><name>Luis Almey Barros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16971699255303753904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luoLukGoh5w/TMsUr_kKTqI/AAAAAAAAACk/au-GUw3UBOg/S220/almey+barros+f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luoLukGoh5w/TLim-ANKyzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zZfNLEALhlI/s72-c/1242442694Copia_de_Bandeira_do_RS.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133938810172056917.post-5681524970621791806</id><published>2010-10-15T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T12:26:47.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chimarrão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luoLukGoh5w/TLilIcV2AmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/n9WDwoWKqLs/s1600/porto-alegre-chimarrao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luoLukGoh5w/TLilIcV2AmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/n9WDwoWKqLs/s200/porto-alegre-chimarrao.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Num beijo em lábios de prata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Tens o perfume da mata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Molhada pelo sereno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E a cuia, seio moreno,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que passa de mão em mão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Traduz, no meu chimarrão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em sua simplicidade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A velha hospitalidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Da gente do meu rincão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trazes à minha lembrança, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Neste teu sabor selvagem, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A mística beberagem, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do feiticeiro charrua, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E o perfil da lança nua, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Encravada na coxilha,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apontando firme a trilha, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por onde rolou a história, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Empoeirada de glórias, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De tradição farroupilha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em teus últimos arrancos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ao ronco do teu findar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ouço um potro a corcovear, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Na imensidão deste pampa, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E em minha mente se estampa, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reboando nos confins , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A voz febril dos clarins, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Repinicando: "Avançar"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E então eu fico a pensar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apertando o lábio, assim, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que o amargo está no fim, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E a seiva forte que eu sinto, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É o sangue de trinta e cinco, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que volta verde pra mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133938810172056917-5681524970621791806?l=portaldapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portaldapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5681524970621791806/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://portaldapoesia.blogspot.com/2010/10/chimarrao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133938810172056917/posts/default/5681524970621791806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133938810172056917/posts/default/5681524970621791806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portaldapoesia.blogspot.com/2010/10/chimarrao.html' title='Chimarrão'/><author><name>Luis Almey Barros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16971699255303753904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luoLukGoh5w/TMsUr_kKTqI/AAAAAAAAACk/au-GUw3UBOg/S220/almey+barros+f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luoLukGoh5w/TLilIcV2AmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/n9WDwoWKqLs/s72-c/porto-alegre-chimarrao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
