tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61858336315003346862024-03-13T23:53:31.692+00:00JehoelJehoelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137018374542856053noreply@blogger.comBlogger940125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185833631500334686.post-47810896255786719332024-03-13T06:02:00.003+00:002024-03-13T09:32:30.483+00:00Imagens de um Entresonho | Imágenes de un ensueño<div style="text-align: left;">Um Segredo por entre o Arvoredo:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Tudo em Moção</div><div style="text-align: left;">Chispas (Abraçando)</div><div style="text-align: left;">Que Dilúvio de Santificação</div><div style="text-align: left;">Faíscas (Purificando)</div><div style="text-align: left;">Um eflúvio em Verde-Monção</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">(...)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Un secreto entre los árboles:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Todo en Moción</div><div style="text-align: left;">Chispas (Abrazando)</div><div style="text-align: left;">Qué diluvio de santificación</div><div style="text-align: left;">Chispas ( Purificando)</div><div style="text-align: left;">Un efluvio en verde-monzón</div><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFv_XmawcUN2tD2axGgHmc-AVxfIozO6L5gOpL-X9X1-zWFg4cPDU3PP1JSwm5DQZEv5XvNVEZAymIg_0ig24rImDtnHCIMvJ0WcLB3TFx1swimOHf3oxxoD4Oly14ORHEunUTq6JehiK5fBrfTwtB5IaoMnCVspDQHgIC4o-2em9aJiBF0SZqWUd6wF2o/s6000/IMG_4629.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFv_XmawcUN2tD2axGgHmc-AVxfIozO6L5gOpL-X9X1-zWFg4cPDU3PP1JSwm5DQZEv5XvNVEZAymIg_0ig24rImDtnHCIMvJ0WcLB3TFx1swimOHf3oxxoD4Oly14ORHEunUTq6JehiK5fBrfTwtB5IaoMnCVspDQHgIC4o-2em9aJiBF0SZqWUd6wF2o/w266-h400/IMG_4629.JPG" width="266" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;">(<i>Verde-Monção</i> | V<span style="text-align: left;">erde-monzón</span> | Yoel)</p><p><br /></p><p>#yoel #jehoel #yahoel #joelmachado #poesia #poema #escrita #literatura #fotografia #dilúvio #eflúvio #abraçar #purificar #santificar #monção #verde #árvores #árvores #arvoredo #sintra</p>Jehoelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137018374542856053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185833631500334686.post-21177082516614302632024-03-08T08:17:00.003+00:002024-03-08T08:17:34.307+00:00Olhando os Condenados, tão Alienados ("Como o Ladrão")<div style="text-align: left;">Não sendo alegre ou triste, trauteia uma chuva que persiste</div><div style="text-align: left;">E mesmo antevendo, a plateia não muda, essa dos que vão para onde irão.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Havendo (em simultâneo) quem só olhe, porque assim escolhe...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Mas (num instantâneo)... escuta!</div><div style="text-align: left;">É que'ntretanto o sol espreitou</div><div style="text-align: left;">Alguem saiu da gruta, ressuscitou...</div><div style="text-align: left;">Quem?</div><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxGWlbDwuka6d_0e0H-6sU4CFrQbVSw6Rf3g2MqSkyDkV5IBt2uWqnB7aw49urQuZgEwKe-8HVhJ18WoaHglaxoIq1CSxwSzwKP-__4wBMzv0ktqWWKOFaFy110V9xRgB2zsVDeCbEHw2XyfPVzZHtkWqvU2tgrMLh_sB8JRqF3F_ECfvfYCQ4n18ZDRbD/s6000/IMG_4695.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxGWlbDwuka6d_0e0H-6sU4CFrQbVSw6Rf3g2MqSkyDkV5IBt2uWqnB7aw49urQuZgEwKe-8HVhJ18WoaHglaxoIq1CSxwSzwKP-__4wBMzv0ktqWWKOFaFy110V9xRgB2zsVDeCbEHw2XyfPVzZHtkWqvU2tgrMLh_sB8JRqF3F_ECfvfYCQ4n18ZDRbD/w266-h400/IMG_4695.JPG" width="266" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;">(<i>Da Gruta</i> | Yoel)</p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">#yoel #jehoel #yahoel #joelmachado #poesia #poema #escrita #literatura #fotografia #chuva #condenados #alienados #olhar #escutar #ressuscitar #musgo #luz #verde #gruta #sintra</p>Jehoelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137018374542856053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185833631500334686.post-56667664340173365102024-02-16T11:23:00.000+00:002024-02-16T11:23:01.892+00:00A Mulher Que Faz Ninhos Nas Árvores<div style="text-align: left;"><div>A Borboleta que te segue</div><div>É a Felicidade que te perssegue</div><div>Não a tentes apanhar</div><div>Deixa-te encontrar</div><div><br /></div><div>A magia de ir revisitando poemas, aforísticos</div><div>Em tempos crísticos</div><div><br /></div><div>A dançar, o imbele vencerá o bélico, sem ter de lutar</div><div><br /></div><div>E há uma mulher que faz ninhos em árvores </div><div>Senhora da Paz</div></div><p style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcTOIOdyc0z9SQRyfvhmZ4SwR5EeHuUIl7AyzzciRuGNJ5tEp26rHeAllzZnR2SBllz3H06ScJiXLozwnASTDIoMOlScZSf6uWR7jN-_-LxmkxsB3g4ujSUQKcOdjgIR81N5Y7Ci6nFUb94gwPk0mIPobg0g1C9PqAixVtVTkPLJvBn1GUXXEApLbqXcSg/s2048/423036246_869589744836469_364000038570605374_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1504" data-original-width="2048" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcTOIOdyc0z9SQRyfvhmZ4SwR5EeHuUIl7AyzzciRuGNJ5tEp26rHeAllzZnR2SBllz3H06ScJiXLozwnASTDIoMOlScZSf6uWR7jN-_-LxmkxsB3g4ujSUQKcOdjgIR81N5Y7Ci6nFUb94gwPk0mIPobg0g1C9PqAixVtVTkPLJvBn1GUXXEApLbqXcSg/w400-h294/423036246_869589744836469_364000038570605374_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></p><p style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">(<i>Que Te Segue</i> | Yoel)</span></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">#yoel #jehoel #yahoel #joelmachado #yoelbenaiah #poesia #poema #escrita #literatura #fotografia #borboleta #mulher #felicidade #perseguir #apanhar #tentar #encontrar #dançar #lutar #magia #aforístico #crístico</p>Jehoelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137018374542856053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185833631500334686.post-21226378822159076562024-02-14T08:24:00.000+00:002024-02-14T08:24:14.526+00:00Dissolver a Cruz (Encontrando)Se reparares, há uma cruz sendo dissolvida pelos raios de luz<div>O que acontecerá se a encontrares?</div><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL05mSiCI4GvbmHMApUWjFX4KlZwvlhAoMLxITpHzVqpruvRIozetjW_IHBB3eliSwUzHWCjV7N9ipaK0PAnRW78S4TXyabxI65UiOdubNtGyDYKldDzU0OD0Rb2-x_CfTsTDBcmgFdCN0PqdgsAr68Qy4qCPvHpE2xdbMf9zXGhvq7Y5d-nVwHvfmKj8F/s6000/IMG_4709.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL05mSiCI4GvbmHMApUWjFX4KlZwvlhAoMLxITpHzVqpruvRIozetjW_IHBB3eliSwUzHWCjV7N9ipaK0PAnRW78S4TXyabxI65UiOdubNtGyDYKldDzU0OD0Rb2-x_CfTsTDBcmgFdCN0PqdgsAr68Qy4qCPvHpE2xdbMf9zXGhvq7Y5d-nVwHvfmKj8F/w266-h400/IMG_4709.JPG" width="266" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;">(<i>Encontrando </i>| Yoel)</p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">#yoel #jehoel #yahoel #joelmachado #yoelbenaiah #poesia #poema #escrita #literatura #fotografia #cruz #luz #reparar #dissolver #encontrar #acontecer</p>Jehoelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137018374542856053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185833631500334686.post-54780231163047356282024-02-05T07:46:00.001+00:002024-02-16T17:38:57.001+00:00Neptuno (Chuva de Diamantes)<div style="text-align: left;">Está calor, mas não há Amor</div><div style="text-align: left;">Todavía, haverá, Uno, e nada será como antes.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Alegoria: em Neptuno, chovem Diamantes.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Selá</i>!</div><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpyaZ8FHj9BFozNApp7umNOyiAFrXzkdB1ZwGEThdnYPg-baw7d2zsXODFTnnUq8ztnNH5s5DaAkwinI1ahwJgG5-dMULQQ_z4up2S73rwi-w7aLLDqnreYi3fKf_5fZ76S5GZgivQZURu8xwbftr5BCCpcfJ6qTcJZwHde8PD9NB-I_UK0t_ckywcNTML/s4896/P1070202.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4896" data-original-width="3672" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpyaZ8FHj9BFozNApp7umNOyiAFrXzkdB1ZwGEThdnYPg-baw7d2zsXODFTnnUq8ztnNH5s5DaAkwinI1ahwJgG5-dMULQQ_z4up2S73rwi-w7aLLDqnreYi3fKf_5fZ76S5GZgivQZURu8xwbftr5BCCpcfJ6qTcJZwHde8PD9NB-I_UK0t_ckywcNTML/w300-h400/P1070202.JPG" width="300" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;">(<i>Neptuno I | </i>Yahoel)</p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><div><div>Hace calor, pero no hay Amor </div><div>Todavía lo habrá, Uno, y nada será como antes.</div><div>Alegoria: en Neptuno, llueven diamantes.</div><div>¡<i>Selá</i>!</div></div><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5i9dg9mZYnbCqQvgn80mbproBpAl7qbWyUQlOzZ80Y5RtjcPeS1XipgEBYcuby-_U7Wl4p1G_Gn_DYkFy4dxOPFp5GUnIYRcFS4HXHAzd9QxgGS9cnApVGpeG0-8iL7rHuGp2UtF0mURNfoXyKlYwIJgr3dGcOwoKT12vjWJz1d7CdzdKm121eKQAoalx/s4896/P1070200.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4896" data-original-width="3672" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5i9dg9mZYnbCqQvgn80mbproBpAl7qbWyUQlOzZ80Y5RtjcPeS1XipgEBYcuby-_U7Wl4p1G_Gn_DYkFy4dxOPFp5GUnIYRcFS4HXHAzd9QxgGS9cnApVGpeG0-8iL7rHuGp2UtF0mURNfoXyKlYwIJgr3dGcOwoKT12vjWJz1d7CdzdKm121eKQAoalx/w300-h400/P1070200.JPG" width="300" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;">(<i>Neptuno II</i> | Yahoel)</p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">#yoel #jehoel #yahoel #joelmachado #yoelbenaiah #poesia #poema #escrita #literatura #fotografia #calor #amor #todavia #alegoria #nada #antes #neptuno #chuva #diamantes</p>Jehoelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137018374542856053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185833631500334686.post-37754360779378831962024-01-04T07:29:00.002+00:002024-01-04T10:37:36.723+00:00Morrer para Dar Lugar<div style="text-align: left;"><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>- Os nossos pais foram bem melhores que nós.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>- Pois foram.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>- Porque razão nos tornámos tão más mães e tão maus pais?</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>- Perdemos a capacidade de entender que somos folhas numa árvore, por sua vez, parte de uma floresta, e que, a certa altura, a nossa missão é morrer para gerar terra.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>- Os nossos pais morriam por nós.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>- Nós não queremos morrer por ninguém, tampouco pelos nossos filhos.</i></div></div><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p></div><p style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTVpnhUfQ-JrEauaRAEoCBB203m0GVGiUCihqPN_3Qg06KumqFTeXJF4EUJG7MN0UrupZNJZPp78mwc4iD1XlRqyWJ4n14rnP6g1m29k197NRYUZpl_wOU4Qh8Pn52yeBsAGeD1E0YfBSMmI_hn8qZk33Cn7Hct0YWTQ3au2_k8NGNp7AofHf_Q9KSAVR7/s4032/6F1C34BF-EE22-44AB-9A79-8DDF1E2B4A93.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTVpnhUfQ-JrEauaRAEoCBB203m0GVGiUCihqPN_3Qg06KumqFTeXJF4EUJG7MN0UrupZNJZPp78mwc4iD1XlRqyWJ4n14rnP6g1m29k197NRYUZpl_wOU4Qh8Pn52yeBsAGeD1E0YfBSMmI_hn8qZk33Cn7Hct0YWTQ3au2_k8NGNp7AofHf_Q9KSAVR7/w300-h400/6F1C34BF-EE22-44AB-9A79-8DDF1E2B4A93.jpeg" width="300" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;">(<i>Aura Desencarnante</i> | Yoel)</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">#yoel #jehoel #yahoel #joelmachado #poesia #poema #escrita #literatura #fotografia #pais #mães #filhos #árvore #árvores #folhas #morrer #sintra</p>Jehoelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137018374542856053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185833631500334686.post-42916249271556007472023-12-04T08:41:00.002+00:002023-12-04T18:00:29.075+00:00O Segredo da Casa Amarela<div style="text-align: left;">O Segredo da Casa Amarela?</div><div style="text-align: left;">É que guarda um brinquedo dentro dela.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Quem terá Fé de entrar, ver e sair, havendo o risco de ficar, envelhecer e sortir?</div><div style="text-align: left;">Arrisco ao que virá?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p></div><p style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFZRtjoIWimrf4mhYKQLOtxii3DiAJq93SPK6RKR3l8WbSJtg50MoPGWgsY-FqcmLsqhZLYUoDqreximG3KDJfPs5eNvJXif4bCki5X0kiYYFN0nLrV3dKxW9lFbWFPLVfAKdg-VFx9luNCx_sQBl89sxZa00cQHXXZLA5sd9W8YbyP1zV9qbEnprtWom-/s5918/IMG_4160(CORRIGIDO).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3867" data-original-width="5918" height="261" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFZRtjoIWimrf4mhYKQLOtxii3DiAJq93SPK6RKR3l8WbSJtg50MoPGWgsY-FqcmLsqhZLYUoDqreximG3KDJfPs5eNvJXif4bCki5X0kiYYFN0nLrV3dKxW9lFbWFPLVfAKdg-VFx9luNCx_sQBl89sxZa00cQHXXZLA5sd9W8YbyP1zV9qbEnprtWom-/w400-h261/IMG_4160(CORRIGIDO).JPG" width="400" /></a></p><p style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(<i>O Segredo da Casa Amarela</i> | Yoel Benaiah)</p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">#yoel #jehoel #yahoel #joelmachado #poesia #poema #escrita #literatura #fotografia #casa #amarela #estória #segredo #segredo #brinquedo #casa #amarela #serra_de_sintra #parque_da_pena #sintra</p>Jehoelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137018374542856053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185833631500334686.post-61860016665193591362023-11-26T07:06:00.000+00:002023-11-26T07:06:28.099+00:00Aos Que Juram (E Aos Que Procuram)?<div style="text-align: left;">Juram a pés juntos: o que fazem é pelo que se lê no livro.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Mas o que leem não será somente aquilo que vêm, bem diferente do que realmente está "Escrito"?</div><div style="text-align: left;">Então… e se a escritura for somente um humano desfoque do Clarão, Todo Imamente, que valor terá qualquer leitura?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Procura Esse Clarão, e não a Escritura.</div><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMltqXP9B1VxOOxOLALmjELlrM75nYNr2RzmyJ3_NlTSwR_X3gT4bRQVmkTpUbUJ8VjyT8snQ_cDe9KdqLMIwwrpLs8Ofltx-xg4UmmuzQ6PkSzJE3KnVtnGU7gZIhlxipWTxAAZq76F_8QgzWf63AlfbvZOBzhpFOppNRcfW-f-Il3BFCjCJHR3HbwN72/s5914/IMG_2506(CORRIGIDA).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5914" data-original-width="3857" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMltqXP9B1VxOOxOLALmjELlrM75nYNr2RzmyJ3_NlTSwR_X3gT4bRQVmkTpUbUJ8VjyT8snQ_cDe9KdqLMIwwrpLs8Ofltx-xg4UmmuzQ6PkSzJE3KnVtnGU7gZIhlxipWTxAAZq76F_8QgzWf63AlfbvZOBzhpFOppNRcfW-f-Il3BFCjCJHR3HbwN72/w261-h400/IMG_2506(CORRIGIDA).JPG" width="261" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;">(<i>O Clarão Além da Escritura</i> | Yoel Benaiah)</p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">#yoel #jehoel #yahoel #joelmachado #poesia #poema #escrita #literatura #fotografia #clarão #escritura #procurar #ler</p>Jehoelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137018374542856053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185833631500334686.post-55901649481086360732023-11-25T08:21:00.000+00:002023-11-25T08:21:39.777+00:00Atenção a Novembro (Mês da Transição)<div>Alvirrubro, houve grilos estridulando em Outubro</div><div>A chuva que tardou, mas chegou, inundando</div><div>Orgulhosos, os corações empedernidos proliferam ao relento</div><div>Tumultuosos, os corações encardidos desesperam sem tento</div><div>E até Dezembro, apeadeiro, ainda teremos que passar por Novembro, sorrateiro</div><div><br /></div><div>O que está feito, feito está. Perdão? Haja arrependimento e cada um irá encontrar o merecido momento para, então, transitar.</div><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6vEhq42UOfDPvJW4npbIEcx1AEq_GUxqHGfSPi6sX1FoZfm9v4zJFckxoPefFwjTtaK9wuHfDjMoNfBY_5FK-1dH7oW9hviiOZP1c7JOGOxTueFzLI7KdrwkFcnI1Wl00BzruNfFKWumiPgc3xWR-SwlVoCJDgKzF-akUlLemKK3_HmspyEn4xCuDVm3g/s6000/IMG_4036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6vEhq42UOfDPvJW4npbIEcx1AEq_GUxqHGfSPi6sX1FoZfm9v4zJFckxoPefFwjTtaK9wuHfDjMoNfBY_5FK-1dH7oW9hviiOZP1c7JOGOxTueFzLI7KdrwkFcnI1Wl00BzruNfFKWumiPgc3xWR-SwlVoCJDgKzF-akUlLemKK3_HmspyEn4xCuDVm3g/w400-h266/IMG_4036.JPG" width="400" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;">(<i>Transitar </i>| Yohel)</p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">#yoel #jehoel #yahoel #joelmachado #poesia #poema #escrita #literatura #fotografia #novembro #dezembro #perdão #transição</p>Jehoelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137018374542856053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185833631500334686.post-14955271208163233422023-11-24T08:35:00.000+00:002023-11-24T08:35:17.863+00:00Fenda (Celeste)<div>Ah! Quando estiver no auge a contenda</div><div>Abrir-se-à a fenda...</div><div>Sangrará cor Celeste</div><div>Virá</div><p><br /></p><p style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixNK_RxBw4k8pRN2kll3AIT7RyRZv9tBTwJ2KUbu-UizTFgD5NxrARL7OqqM7LxapGJPACGLX5HfEYhNpczBGs2goN0N1PzH5dAmzXxWNZkzsfNKmlI6C1cKqkSnu7fZtoyjQ9C53pL44v-GonRaExGjes5-NvDxap_BXuWpfmaLp3myJ5ejY4SQKyLYWb/s5832/IMG_2374%20(CORRIGIDO).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5832" data-original-width="3744" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixNK_RxBw4k8pRN2kll3AIT7RyRZv9tBTwJ2KUbu-UizTFgD5NxrARL7OqqM7LxapGJPACGLX5HfEYhNpczBGs2goN0N1PzH5dAmzXxWNZkzsfNKmlI6C1cKqkSnu7fZtoyjQ9C53pL44v-GonRaExGjes5-NvDxap_BXuWpfmaLp3myJ5ejY4SQKyLYWb/w256-h400/IMG_2374%20(CORRIGIDO).JPG" width="256" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;">(<i>Sangue de Luz Celeste</i> | Yoel)</p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">#yoel #jehoel #yahoel #joelmachado #poesia #poema #escrita #literatura #fotografia #estar #auge #abrir #feda #contenda #sangrar #vir</p>Jehoelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137018374542856053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185833631500334686.post-1926754654675676562023-11-15T06:42:00.008+00:002023-11-16T08:05:14.629+00:00Estados de Vibração<div style="text-align: left;">Dependendo de como e quanto se vibrar, assim se vai observar</div><div style="text-align: left;">(Imanência)</div><div style="text-align: left;">Dependendo de como e quando se orar, assim se vai retornar</div><div style="text-align: left;">(Transcendência)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Observa, até que vibres, em sinergia com o que há de Melhor</div><div style="text-align: left;">(Da Inconsciência)</div><div style="text-align: left;">Ora, até que retornes, em sintonia com o que há de Maior</div><div style="text-align: left;">(À Consciência)</div><p><br /></p><p style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzehWc0D0u6EU-_W6HwPSZRbLY66i_ik26CYO7LkMJseZZZZT_DHE7nq_hPX91TpP1ileFdfn-NFgoQYf81J1KDB2zSvzRCvltHCCnXvV8D2mGqYZaqslRhwkpRx760VAipHky8TXg-DbeyUFwJTRdPL5RBntJr2_tlpic0tzx4BkSo_P11TxIC9h3KxdX/s4000/SAM_1862.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzehWc0D0u6EU-_W6HwPSZRbLY66i_ik26CYO7LkMJseZZZZT_DHE7nq_hPX91TpP1ileFdfn-NFgoQYf81J1KDB2zSvzRCvltHCCnXvV8D2mGqYZaqslRhwkpRx760VAipHky8TXg-DbeyUFwJTRdPL5RBntJr2_tlpic0tzx4BkSo_P11TxIC9h3KxdX/w300-h400/SAM_1862.JPG" width="300" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;">(<i>Estados de Vibração I </i>| Yohel) </p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRsh9dYlEqNEILXzAYqrg3d-gTacqQCimOPcrREcIH7VbMwTz_Yd93cqS2OYY9ufvey4ji_EO3J2eTVF4br3HulXiWtJszkiReiA4J0agijuHXIUkYJKwJcFur0NSQz8ASWJTr4mdf0-AQIvxqLoOOK8OiEv-YSdzsjrqFPiVF3W3I45t1tRCE4vfgV7or/s4000/SAM_1863.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRsh9dYlEqNEILXzAYqrg3d-gTacqQCimOPcrREcIH7VbMwTz_Yd93cqS2OYY9ufvey4ji_EO3J2eTVF4br3HulXiWtJszkiReiA4J0agijuHXIUkYJKwJcFur0NSQz8ASWJTr4mdf0-AQIvxqLoOOK8OiEv-YSdzsjrqFPiVF3W3I45t1tRCE4vfgV7or/w300-h400/SAM_1863.JPG" width="300" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;">(<i>Estados de Vibração II</i> | Yohel) </p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">#yoel #jehoel #yahoel #joelmachado #poesia #poema #escrita #literatura #fotografia #observar #orar #melhor #maior #vibrar #retornar #imanência #transcendência #sinergia #sintonia #inconsciência #consciência</p>Jehoelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137018374542856053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185833631500334686.post-74082969596625145122023-10-16T06:11:00.003+01:002023-10-16T07:28:39.487+01:00Repórter da Alma | Sintra | Primordial Condição<div style="text-align: justify;">Já se avista o cume... mas não foi por ele a Viagem. Essa vem de uma dádiva. Recebendo um corpo, para que possamos sentir de tristeza a felicidade, em última instância, não nos quedemos por uma ou por outra. Ao invés, deixemos que a Transcência nos rapte, recuperando a nossa Primorial Condição.</div><p><br /></p><p style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_XC2uPTisFK-jXPgthLQgjbEV9bhEGij3llYOjwdZuwS4o7WjEibIf1AsxcEKdFCXM39WVsvUHLyz7ZcZ6Fxb6IXfRPuicd17ypWH3E9X7yz99HHINOdqv4KQ8wWLwJEDZWRtV3vQhse1-qV9QbgCDmueV0_2VsWtnnj-IUk96OR_9MQuxNiVj1GoxrkG/s4896/P1170190.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3672" data-original-width="4896" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_XC2uPTisFK-jXPgthLQgjbEV9bhEGij3llYOjwdZuwS4o7WjEibIf1AsxcEKdFCXM39WVsvUHLyz7ZcZ6Fxb6IXfRPuicd17ypWH3E9X7yz99HHINOdqv4KQ8wWLwJEDZWRtV3vQhse1-qV9QbgCDmueV0_2VsWtnnj-IUk96OR_9MQuxNiVj1GoxrkG/w400-h300/P1170190.JPG" width="400" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;">(<i>Avistando </i>| Yoel)</p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">#yoel #yahoel #jehoel #joelmachado #reporterdaalma #fotografia #escrita #prosa #poesia #cume #viagem #dádiva #corpo #tristeza #alegria #rapto #primordial #condição #tapadadosaldanha #serradesintra #sintra #portugal</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">@yoel.reporter</span></p>Jehoelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137018374542856053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185833631500334686.post-89505224467878062902023-09-25T08:24:00.004+01:002023-09-27T10:29:31.637+01:00Repórter da Alma | Sintra | A Maldição do Turismo<div style="text-align: justify;">Diz que o turismo arranca a Alma dos lugares. Parece verdade. Tens uma vila com séculos de história, escrita pelos Espíritos que nela se ensaiaram entre "bondades" e "maldades". Do pé para a mão, transforma-se num antro de narcisistas, vampiros consumindo furiosamente, sem qualquer consciência de que receber a vida "paga-se," retribuindo em serviço à Mãe Natureza, com Amor.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Mas para isso é preciso que se saiba, ou queira saber, o que é o Amor, certo?</div><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxncrkeyMv8NL_QqMi8OU6JOtXxZbWg2yfD4rPBh9GZWSDJpyz9egyiK5aBG0hWeBH5jkyID8EOsOBkLTLFoA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">(</span><i style="text-align: left;">Horda de Narcisistas </i><span style="text-align: left;">| Yoel)</span></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">#yoel #yahoel #jehoel #joelmachado #reporterdaalma #fotografia #escrita #prosa #poesia #universo #natureza #alma #história #lugares #turismo #consumismo #vampirismo #sintra #portugal</p><p>@yoel.reporter</p>Jehoelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137018374542856053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185833631500334686.post-80407164618172083082023-09-21T07:52:00.053+01:002023-09-24T06:47:34.152+01:00A Queda da Perversão<div style="text-align: left;">Perverso</div><div style="text-align: left;">A despedida do Universo caído</div><div style="text-align: left;">Nova vida</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">No entremeio, compelido, faz como se fosses em passeio...</div><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggMthnUCRvFSfybykYfqFqV2QguoTETi312eTEeM3KRe-LF5I6oIryQzvAcecFwHiLxC3wwQ8VMTd8yPZ1zKc9HNoNz2Tvm6d5I3D18kY-2obT1nqXs-7R0IJ_DaT-S_FFOQXClvOIjybUpptns5Zr586GHS7KS8j94yLsr9eSU3Fa-nVe_lTRhcAo6ZCD/s4896/P1080661.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3672" data-original-width="4896" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggMthnUCRvFSfybykYfqFqV2QguoTETi312eTEeM3KRe-LF5I6oIryQzvAcecFwHiLxC3wwQ8VMTd8yPZ1zKc9HNoNz2Tvm6d5I3D18kY-2obT1nqXs-7R0IJ_DaT-S_FFOQXClvOIjybUpptns5Zr586GHS7KS8j94yLsr9eSU3Fa-nVe_lTRhcAo6ZCD/w400-h300/P1080661.JPG" width="400" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;">(<i>Por Ali</i>... | Yoel)</p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">#yoel #yahoel #jehoel #joelmachado #poesia #poema #escrita #literatura #fotografia #perverso #universo #caído #compelido #novavida #entremeio #passeio</p>Jehoelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137018374542856053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185833631500334686.post-85127123577327395812023-09-20T05:30:00.001+01:002023-09-24T05:34:09.974+01:00A Mariposa Que Pousou no Céu Rosa<div style="text-align: justify;">Repara... como pode estar desfocado e, ainda assim, dilucidar-se, claramente, o significado da Mariposa...</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Repara... como pousou num céu Rosa....</div><p><br /></p><p style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr-rvMfqT-lN9IBc6dmi-kyzcXlYGEa-vBy063m-EHewvGFo1l04nQAUMtmfKRk6wwovt4uB_3_Z7X7BUBJPHAsqChdujnMBMhseuX_n8PQmwBneRn5_wBGxZ7ZGHbLtrWsEysCQaUqQzsL2ca1KK6OesUBwEXxR06b3tMcfSFvh0LOd5mYv6VzvO4E-bw/s4896/P1120673.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3672" data-original-width="4896" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr-rvMfqT-lN9IBc6dmi-kyzcXlYGEa-vBy063m-EHewvGFo1l04nQAUMtmfKRk6wwovt4uB_3_Z7X7BUBJPHAsqChdujnMBMhseuX_n8PQmwBneRn5_wBGxZ7ZGHbLtrWsEysCQaUqQzsL2ca1KK6OesUBwEXxR06b3tMcfSFvh0LOd5mYv6VzvO4E-bw/w400-h300/P1120673.JPG" width="400" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;">(<i>Desfocado?</i> | Yoel)</p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">#yoel #yahoel #jehoel #joelmachado #poesia #escrita #literatura #fotografia #poema #reparar #desfocado #significado #dilucidar #pousar #mariposa #rosa #céu #quintadaribafria #sintra</p>Jehoelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137018374542856053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185833631500334686.post-74543078384924642542023-09-18T07:12:00.000+01:002023-09-18T07:12:10.934+01:00Poema Repetido?<div style="text-align: left;">Consciente</div><div>Das flores incandescentes<br />Presciente<br />Das flores luminescentes</div><div>Paciente</div><div><br /></div><div>Branda Luz<br />Que me abranda<br />E seduz</div><div><br /></div><div>(...)</div><div><br /></div><div>Consciente<br />De las flores incandescentes<br />Presciente<br />De las flores luminiscentes</div><div>Paciente</div><div><br />Llena, dulce Luz<br />Que me frena<br />Y seduce</div><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSisXFaj2lwniVGhaP9As4sbUMQGuioYtO_qhInruQerqKG2fgL4PhnMCVogXtaNUDpExIQUAoY3LyXNXRZjC2BV1w32NyW_9Cg0s6FGAqstJ9FcgEEEOyw_MPOQO-JxnRq4ZuvK8L1nPKULX76DJdqhEWFvaHsr6UZOg1Fx_Aj5a6R8-zF_i_vbfZS_Kq/s4896/P1080021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4896" data-original-width="3672" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSisXFaj2lwniVGhaP9As4sbUMQGuioYtO_qhInruQerqKG2fgL4PhnMCVogXtaNUDpExIQUAoY3LyXNXRZjC2BV1w32NyW_9Cg0s6FGAqstJ9FcgEEEOyw_MPOQO-JxnRq4ZuvK8L1nPKULX76DJdqhEWFvaHsr6UZOg1Fx_Aj5a6R8-zF_i_vbfZS_Kq/w300-h400/P1080021.JPG" width="300" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;">(<i>Superfície de Pétala</i> | Yoel)</p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">#yoel #yahoel #jehoel #joelmachado #prosa #escrita #literatura #fotografia #poema #repetido #flores #incandescente #luminescente #consciente #presciente #paciente #luz #seduz #abrandar</p><p></p>Jehoelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137018374542856053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185833631500334686.post-9727070238169211172023-09-17T06:25:00.005+01:002023-09-17T06:28:24.005+01:00Encontrar (Recuperar)<div style="text-align: left;">Perante o inesperado, encontrei:</div><div style="text-align: left;">Brilhante, na malha sideral, um Luminar</div><div style="text-align: left;">E ao amaciar, essa poalha com textura,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Recuperei a Candura, sublimado.</div><p><br /></p><p style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqitP_zW8cdyxp5hpTmSWTIku4diXUowqfnLU5WdLxCLMigzqs1NtBdYYDt7aF9XUoZ5f5qk2FKnt6IrQOnaYVoyNSNz9pPJQ1FfRpXSKXm36BAMPIQptZJsVmVmg160taQQQ59P17stqLKJhIWMLapyWHZTDfqa_qMtxrjQIVXeywrbyVRvLxm0CfUTd-/s4000/SAM_5895.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqitP_zW8cdyxp5hpTmSWTIku4diXUowqfnLU5WdLxCLMigzqs1NtBdYYDt7aF9XUoZ5f5qk2FKnt6IrQOnaYVoyNSNz9pPJQ1FfRpXSKXm36BAMPIQptZJsVmVmg160taQQQ59P17stqLKJhIWMLapyWHZTDfqa_qMtxrjQIVXeywrbyVRvLxm0CfUTd-/w400-h300/SAM_5895.JPG" width="400" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;">(<i>Sublimação</i> | Yoel)</p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">#yoel #yahoel #jehoel #joelmachado #prosa #escrita #literatura #fotografia #inesperado #encontrar #recuperar #luminar #sublimar #peninha #sintra</p>Jehoelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137018374542856053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185833631500334686.post-22966260161903991962023-09-15T09:38:00.006+01:002023-09-15T10:36:44.965+01:00Há Correio?<div style="text-align: justify;">Dois pontos sobre <i>autenticidade</i>:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Emanamos sempre o que somos, mesmo que o nosso
discurso tente mostrar algo que não somos; isso é particularmente importante na
questão dos chamados mestres espirituais da actualidade; podem enganar crentes
e carentes, mas o Universo e a Natureza não são burláveis.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>A pessoa está em maior conexão com Deus quanto mais
autêntica for, o que neste mundo exigirá condições de base, sobretudo materiais, ou uma boa dose de
coragem.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dito.</div></div><p><br /></p><p style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGiBqqjCZ9ln9zsLQGRJzVTmIJoNu7wBIIA_V5S_pXbARWMVDFNlZ42BWw8B6XSFa18o4DET6R_hDgsAbxm5Jvrv9OPxkfECrmxqtYFpNUH0heFqo1xR2JrwJtGm7wnXam1jSv7UUGfU0xgGnEwx_G0mSDtZanBmw-FevsUFHU6MdeIrae14BT4IlhlV2W/s4896/P1050476.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4896" data-original-width="3672" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGiBqqjCZ9ln9zsLQGRJzVTmIJoNu7wBIIA_V5S_pXbARWMVDFNlZ42BWw8B6XSFa18o4DET6R_hDgsAbxm5Jvrv9OPxkfECrmxqtYFpNUH0heFqo1xR2JrwJtGm7wnXam1jSv7UUGfU0xgGnEwx_G0mSDtZanBmw-FevsUFHU6MdeIrae14BT4IlhlV2W/w300-h400/P1050476.JPG" width="300" /></a></p><p style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(<i>Correio</i> | Yoel)</p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">#yoel #yahoel #jehoel #joelmachado #prosa #eescrita #literatura #fotografia #correio #mestresespirituais #autenticidade #Deus #coragem</p><p></p>Jehoelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137018374542856053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185833631500334686.post-90172430238113762272023-09-11T06:10:00.010+01:002023-09-12T13:35:32.775+01:00Será Perfeito<div style="text-align: left;">Tão bela,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Vem como a mera planta que se rebela.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Não vos enganeis</div><div style="text-align: left;">Por tudo o que haveis feito</div><div style="text-align: left;">Perecereis</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Será Perfeito</div><p> </p><p style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinhqQT0QCUyq1hEYXHndvdFDk8NOWDM0OwqT2CnttZaWnNbdrhVirYhMfus3X2fZvsd1eoSUNTmVPauXo8FoJQyJppr_6GDj4ST3NgLYgi1AJvQjr1Qg7e_FTAQCSfjiymx4vxTbayYidXM9qXR7sDxvfhh-Osqyb36mhKembF6jfOMiTH012Jxc52Woxb/s6000/IMG_0209.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinhqQT0QCUyq1hEYXHndvdFDk8NOWDM0OwqT2CnttZaWnNbdrhVirYhMfus3X2fZvsd1eoSUNTmVPauXo8FoJQyJppr_6GDj4ST3NgLYgi1AJvQjr1Qg7e_FTAQCSfjiymx4vxTbayYidXM9qXR7sDxvfhh-Osqyb36mhKembF6jfOMiTH012Jxc52Woxb/w400-h266/IMG_0209.JPG" width="400" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;">(<i>Rebelião</i> | Yoel)</p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">#yoel #yahoel #jehoel #joelmachado #poesia #poética #poema #poemas #fotografia #planta #rebelião #engano # perecer #perfeito #será</p>Jehoelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137018374542856053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185833631500334686.post-25420874217426483662023-09-11T06:02:00.000+01:002023-09-11T06:09:46.931+01:00Debaixo de Água<div style="text-align: left;">Debaixo de água, é assim que vejo o mundo:</div><div style="text-align: left;">Aguado.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Quando me será permitido emergir, inspirar, expirar, finalmente?</div><p><br /></p><p style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVvh517QamIDWh1sDCZc1rkdIuHCVWmPm4nbRQnoiU7ecs0x57_1mko7uXhA0EVcM91nOTu5GfUIctoOGBTxWXXoa1FLRRMTrTNVGIFfG1hBFx05S3iqdM1Mp7le8jMon3eH4p_MNBo1rmY6n-XBYONYFxS5jvjNtkJfEvRnPK-6hiuRQlkpAa_mYqczAi/s6000/IMG_0933.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVvh517QamIDWh1sDCZc1rkdIuHCVWmPm4nbRQnoiU7ecs0x57_1mko7uXhA0EVcM91nOTu5GfUIctoOGBTxWXXoa1FLRRMTrTNVGIFfG1hBFx05S3iqdM1Mp7le8jMon3eH4p_MNBo1rmY6n-XBYONYFxS5jvjNtkJfEvRnPK-6hiuRQlkpAa_mYqczAi/w266-h400/IMG_0933.JPG" width="266" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;">(<i>Debaixo de Água</i> | Yoel)</p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">#yoel #yahoel #jehoel #joelmachado #poesia #poética #poema #poemas #fotografia #água #aguado #debaixo #permitir #emergir #inspirar #expirar #finalmente</p>Jehoelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137018374542856053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185833631500334686.post-55797420200556884312023-09-10T05:33:00.003+01:002023-09-10T05:35:26.691+01:00A Quem Possa Interessar (Escolher os "R's")<div>Ablução crística</div><div>O f(r)io queima</div><div>Poalha mística</div><div>A navalha tem f(r)io</div><p><br /></p><p style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXJwyVX50otHyRtJ457MyhlTRfBPgEi1zm7Ow3s8EkbEp14yucUHqgpw2lbwdyMrbf5nYfA21p_JcsqfaLH0prta5Ffy4bSG75F20hT5CRqlssyv0QriHWloLWxupyvsKvPfdwSVOPHLNfjn_e-mtr-j4wRq3iF_xv5fo6HXF1r9owII7m6fXvj3A6wDY7/s4896/P1170210.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4896" data-original-width="3672" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXJwyVX50otHyRtJ457MyhlTRfBPgEi1zm7Ow3s8EkbEp14yucUHqgpw2lbwdyMrbf5nYfA21p_JcsqfaLH0prta5Ffy4bSG75F20hT5CRqlssyv0QriHWloLWxupyvsKvPfdwSVOPHLNfjn_e-mtr-j4wRq3iF_xv5fo6HXF1r9owII7m6fXvj3A6wDY7/w300-h400/P1170210.JPG" width="300" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;">(<i>A Quem Possa Interessar</i> | Yoel)</p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">#yoel #yahoel #jehoel #joelmachado #poesia #poética #poema #poemas #fotografia #ablução #crístico #mística #frio #fio #queimar #navalha #sintra #serradesintra #santaeufêmia</p>Jehoelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137018374542856053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185833631500334686.post-64143459177332762312023-09-09T06:48:00.000+01:002023-09-09T06:48:24.735+01:00Angélia (Ao "Sol das Almas")<div style="text-align: left;">Angélia Oriental</div><div style="text-align: left;">Imaginações como auroras meridionais</div><div style="text-align: left;">Angélia Ocidental</div><div style="text-align: left;">Divagações como auroras setentrionais</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Conclusão:</div><div style="text-align: left;">Nuvens plissadas em devoção ao "Sol das Almas" libertadas.</div><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga4HlH_XHnNnzygiojreoWE0iJ0Qmh0kTqXm9vb80G_k8oAisunpzKUsgG0TbE2hIwm-2O8mQ1dt99x_oEptNpO2dSpoxlA48wB42lcJ6mjy4yIPU7haU7abz2V79H-mmXGtuJFB584cX3Fd51QgyHEKGx7hHx8vKRhb0NA_6VJJpmZ0VEfuO5jjKaH6rt/s3072/P1190014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3072" data-original-width="2304" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga4HlH_XHnNnzygiojreoWE0iJ0Qmh0kTqXm9vb80G_k8oAisunpzKUsgG0TbE2hIwm-2O8mQ1dt99x_oEptNpO2dSpoxlA48wB42lcJ6mjy4yIPU7haU7abz2V79H-mmXGtuJFB584cX3Fd51QgyHEKGx7hHx8vKRhb0NA_6VJJpmZ0VEfuO5jjKaH6rt/w300-h400/P1190014.JPG" width="300" /></a></p><p style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(<i>Nuvens Plissadas</i> | Yoel Benaiah)</p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">#yoel #yahoel #jehoel #joelmachado #poesia #poética #poema #poemas #fotografia #angélia #oriental #ocidental #aurora #meridional #setentrional #divagar #imaginar #nuvens #conclusão #libertação #soldasalmas #sintra #fontanelas</p>Jehoelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137018374542856053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185833631500334686.post-51246177300802534912023-09-08T04:59:00.001+01:002023-09-08T04:59:56.958+01:00Está na Altura (Passar por Entre)<div>Entre Literaturas e Partituras</div><div>Quanto Duras?</div><div><br /></div><p>[Está na altura de preparar a morte.]</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS5GshVGLMRKt06dZtzWYSj75bNeDhcrH76wIV_lZPbGGD4xq-t3mUAV-D2Mx2-96tXOXbzBsvKZkc-t0Wt9nLrLLxN6AdFg8Brk5hYTV_-VeZtvwQiLLspO3idR8mde7CyTNTpRuF6h1QZZTFLUwFMw8PhmZy2rb_GiMcgOo5ZSfplIrrnNou7caxiSx0/s6000/IMG_0591.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS5GshVGLMRKt06dZtzWYSj75bNeDhcrH76wIV_lZPbGGD4xq-t3mUAV-D2Mx2-96tXOXbzBsvKZkc-t0Wt9nLrLLxN6AdFg8Brk5hYTV_-VeZtvwQiLLspO3idR8mde7CyTNTpRuF6h1QZZTFLUwFMw8PhmZy2rb_GiMcgOo5ZSfplIrrnNou7caxiSx0/w400-h266/IMG_0591.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">(<i>Passar por Entre</i> | Yoel)</p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">#yoel #yahoel #jehoel #joelmachado #poesia #poética #poema #poemas #fotografia #literaturas #partituras #durar #preparar #altura #morte #passar #por #entre</p>Jehoelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137018374542856053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185833631500334686.post-79753618386617063812023-09-07T08:11:00.006+01:002023-09-08T04:38:39.802+01:00Voltar a Rimar (Entardecer)<div style="text-align: left;">De onde esparze, senão, do que Arde?</div><div style="text-align: left;">Manda-te que se faz tarde...</div><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS76L-vlPGT-gtPWR_Hq4h8mbNeiNmv1Qs5_De5N9zMGyVayq2-odeypPTP5zsBi3qdrCaOBZVlAmDfMNAisKPgCscBY595U1bb7dtODU44PFrtBC6drV1jpg-OMsV2qeRPogEYA-FKurdT7zT_-7KUvNJj5sNMrZYUpX7BY1FpXQook1hIiqQkE7BXWQA/s6000/IMG_0588.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS76L-vlPGT-gtPWR_Hq4h8mbNeiNmv1Qs5_De5N9zMGyVayq2-odeypPTP5zsBi3qdrCaOBZVlAmDfMNAisKPgCscBY595U1bb7dtODU44PFrtBC6drV1jpg-OMsV2qeRPogEYA-FKurdT7zT_-7KUvNJj5sNMrZYUpX7BY1FpXQook1hIiqQkE7BXWQA/w266-h400/IMG_0588.JPG" width="266" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">(<i>Entardecer </i>| Yoel)</p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">#yoel #yahoel #jehoel #joelmachado #poesia #poética #poema #poemas #fotografia #esparzir #arder #mandar #entardecer</p>Jehoelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137018374542856053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185833631500334686.post-75207022677346215362023-09-01T05:43:00.000+01:002023-09-01T05:43:13.013+01:00A Pluma (Que Segue)<div style="text-align: left;">Uma pluma seguiu</div><div style="text-align: left;">Quem vivia pensando não ter sorte alguma</div><div style="text-align: left;">Sorriu, aceitando com alegria</div><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivUDKV1LkgiHXZArbksgy-AC7Jrj8KaRfM6qiP9XT8jSb8HNE45QhmT7Itwmp490R8otxW3HkRN6gwJrSl4Othnuwphf6U4eLHC_2lwj-bIYQHr04UeGEhEI1Ccjomw2rAjlnIpT66DuTpXtW-NDGPAH9wNU51Yhi8tV9fJBCXEFhZdE0da2-M_YgKVwID/s4032/92D2FCF1-EF6B-45A0-8F10-420A6756FB87.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivUDKV1LkgiHXZArbksgy-AC7Jrj8KaRfM6qiP9XT8jSb8HNE45QhmT7Itwmp490R8otxW3HkRN6gwJrSl4Othnuwphf6U4eLHC_2lwj-bIYQHr04UeGEhEI1Ccjomw2rAjlnIpT66DuTpXtW-NDGPAH9wNU51Yhi8tV9fJBCXEFhZdE0da2-M_YgKVwID/w300-h400/92D2FCF1-EF6B-45A0-8F10-420A6756FB87.jpeg" width="300" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;">(<i>Pluma</i> | Yoel)</p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">#yoel #yahoel #jehoel #joelmachado #poesia #poética #poema #poemas #fotografia #sorte #pluma #seguir #sorrir #aceitar</p>Jehoelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07137018374542856053noreply@blogger.com0