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<br />mundo azulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09065108319888079553noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915479237802737045.post-15327748070450965302012-03-20T14:03:00.002-07:002012-03-20T14:06:25.791-07:00LOUCURA<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; "><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 100%; "><i><span>______________________________________</span></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 100%; "><i><span><br /></span></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 100%; "><i><span>Foi loucura, meu amor... Foi loucura!</span></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span><o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span>Quando então afrouxamos as amarras<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span>e caímos em tão insanas garras<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span>dessa paixão envolvente, e sem cura...<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span><br /></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span><br /></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><i><span> </span></i></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><i><span> </span></i></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span>Demos os corpos, como nunca antes<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span>desejo algum houvesse assim pedido...<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span>E no amor meio anjo e tão bandido,<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span>florescemos então como amantes!<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span><br /></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span><br /></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><i><span> </span></i></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><i><span> </span></i></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span>Esquecemos, além das nossas portas<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span>um mundo que não era de nós dois,<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span>c’os brados de censura sem perdão...<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span><br /></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span><br /></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><i><span> </span></i></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><i><span> </span></i></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span>Novamente a frieza deste chão<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span>vem nos trazer à vida sem depois...<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span>Podando rente as nossas asas tortas.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span>____________________________________________</span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span>*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><i><span> </span></i></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><i><span> </span></i></o:p></p>mundo azulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09065108319888079553noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915479237802737045.post-25435428682018595032012-02-24T07:38:00.004-08:002012-02-24T07:43:59.359-08:00...simples assim!<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; "><b><i><span style="font-family:"Batang","serif"; color:#C6D9F1;mso-themecolor:text2;mso-themetint:51"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; line-height: 150%; "></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; "><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; "><span ><i>_____________________________</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; "><span ><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; "><span ><i>a palavra <o:p></o:p></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; "><span ><i>mansa e morna<o:p></o:p></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; "><span ><i>dança em forma<o:p></o:p></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; "><span ><i>de caricia<o:p></o:p></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span ><i> </i></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; "><span ><i>o abraço<o:p></o:p></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; "><span ><i>apertado<o:p></o:p></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; "><span ><i>é um brado<o:p></o:p></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; "><span ><i>de malicia<o:p></o:p></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span ><i> </i></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; "><span ><i>e o beijo<o:p></o:p></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; "><span ><i>no bailado<o:p></o:p></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; "><span ><i>tresloucado<o:p></o:p></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; "><span ><i>já vicia...<o:p></o:p></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span ><i> </i></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; "><span ><i>nessa entrega<o:p></o:p></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; "><span ><i>sem reservas<o:p></o:p></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; "><span ><i>essa espera<o:p></o:p></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; "><span ><i>se sacia...<o:p></o:p></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; "><span ><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; "><span ><i>________________________________________</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; "><o:p><span><i> </i></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; "><o:p><span><i> </i></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; "><o:p><span><i> </i></span></o:p></p><p style="font-size: 100%; "></p>mundo azulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09065108319888079553noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915479237802737045.post-90700028749179666722012-01-22T13:05:00.001-08:002012-02-28T08:52:08.782-08:00QUEM NOS DIRÁ?<span><br /></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span>_______________________________</span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span><br /></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span>quem nos dirá</span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span><o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span>do tempo que não vivemos,<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span>da areia a correr nos dedos<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span>e as horas despercebidas...<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span>das noites tão mal dormidas<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span>e o amor sufocado a medo?<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span>quem nos dirá<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span>da rosa que não colhemos,<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span>da canção muda, perdida,<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span>do beijo tão só sonhado,<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span>da sina da nossa vida<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span>de nunca estar lado a lado?<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span><br /></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span>________________________________________</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p><i><span> </span></i></o:p></p>mundo azulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09065108319888079553noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915479237802737045.post-49274794458365643212011-12-27T08:33:00.001-08:002011-12-27T08:37:38.843-08:00FELIZ ANO NOVO!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><span ><i>____________________________________</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><i>Queridos amigos que por aqui passaram...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><i>Quero desejar a cada um de vocês, um novo ano</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><i>repleto de alegrias e realizações.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><i>Que o sonho mais acalentado, se torne realidade!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><i>Agradeço a presença, o carinho, a atenção dada ao meu trabalho.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><i>Um beijo de luz!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><i>_____________________________________</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>mundo azulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09065108319888079553noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915479237802737045.post-84129208897044923872011-11-24T14:12:00.000-08:002011-11-24T14:16:44.471-08:00VAZARAM MARÉS...<span style="color:#ccccff;">_________________________________</span>
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<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"><em>trazendo entulhos</em></span>
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<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"><em>nas garras dos galhos</em></span>
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<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"><em>em queixas à lua</em></span>
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<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"><em>que não se importava</em></span>
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<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"><em>em nuvens a luz</em></span>
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<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"><em>que a moça pedia...</em></span>
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<br />mundo azulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09065108319888079553noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915479237802737045.post-80292587953036423832011-11-03T09:00:00.000-07:002011-11-03T09:04:35.923-07:00INCONSTÂNCIA___________________________<br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><em>às vezes sou triste</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><em>e fico calada,</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><em>tão pouco existe</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><em>que me faça sorrir...</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><em>na fase que venho</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><em>alargar a visão,</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><em>inteira me empenho</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><em>na razão de existir.</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><em>às vezes me alegro</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><em>e insisto nas cores,</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><em>então me integro</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><em>na arte da vida.</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><em>me entrego e apaixono</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><em>em ternos encantos,</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><em>então me abandono</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><em>em doces guaridas...</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><em>assim vou vivendo</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><em>em constante inconstância...</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><em>se às vezes transcendo,</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><em>em outras sou ânsia!</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><em></em></span><br />___________________________mundo azulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09065108319888079553noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915479237802737045.post-6641276379586048842011-10-25T13:59:00.000-07:002011-10-25T14:05:20.783-07:00APENAS MAIS UM DIA...<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:18.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:18.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:18.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span">No dia amanhecido, o sorriso aberto...<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:18.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span">Bênçãos para todos os que moravam em sua lembrança, mortos ou vivos.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:18.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span">Havia algum tempo, descobrira que sorrir ainda era o melhor remédio e abençoar os outros, uma eficaz proteção.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:18.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span">Alongou-se, ainda na cama e rolou o corpo para o lado tocando o chão com os pés... Foi até a janela, escancarou-a. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:18.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span">O ar úmido e fresco lhe dava imenso prazer!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">No banheiro, olhou-se no espelho e disse bom dia. A imagem correspondeu sorrindo...</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:18.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span">Apesar da pele clara e sem manchas, as rugas já se faziam presentes.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:18.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span">Os cabelos, ainda eram bonitos como antigamente e os olhos conservavam algum brilho...<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:18.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span">Mas, era um rosto que estava inexoravelmente envelhecendo.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:18.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span">Aceitava isso sem problemas, mas gostava de se lembrar da bela mulher que sempre fora e ainda lhe rendia elogios.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:18.0pt"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size:18.0pt">O sorriso tornou-se sonhador ao se lembrar de Jorge, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; ">o poeta...</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:18.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span">Morava na esquina. Muito jovem.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:18.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span">Havia lhe enviado versos, versos de amor...<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span style="font-size:18.0pt">“Do teu sorriso me encantei, da bela imagem, embriaguei”... </span></i><span style="font-size:18.0pt">Ela sorriu de novo, sacudindo a cabeça.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:18.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span">Era<i> </i>apenas um garoto...<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:18.0pt"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:18.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span">Mas, não podia negar o quanto ficara feliz ao receber os belos poemas e não encontrava explicação para o coração acelerado, a cada verso apaixonado e algumas vezes, até mesmo atrevido.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:18.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span">Dolores abriu a torneira e deixou as lembranças escorrerem.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:18.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span">Sua vida não tinha sido lá, muito bonita.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:18.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span">Os filhos, esses sim, fizeram valer cada dia vivido...<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:18.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span">Mas, agora adultos, cada qual vivia a própria vida dentro de suas convicções e tornara-se com eles, mais amiga do que mãe. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:18.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span">Pássaros que alçaram belos vôos...<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:18.0pt"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:18.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span">O casamento fracassado, cujos laços nunca tivera coragem de romper, fizera dela e de Umberto, pessoas distantes e desconhecidas que se respeitavam e acomodavam a vida em formatos cômodos e práticos...Como se não houvesse outro caminho, e o corpo nada mais precisasse que vestes limpas e boa alimentação. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:18.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span">Isso já fazia mais de vinte anos.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:18.0pt"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:18.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span">Lavou o rosto, com a água fria e o sabonete cheiroso...Valorizava muito o cheiro de tudo.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:18.0pt"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:18.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span">Jorge já lhe pedia um encontro...Era louco!<span> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:18.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span">Ela é quem deveria manter a lucidez e o equilíbrio. Não era fácil... Ele estava revolvendo terras a muito não lavradas e, portanto férteis. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:18.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span">Havia de achar uma maneira de conservá-lo longe. Não seria a primeira vez. Já passara por situações semelhantes, mas esse rapaz...<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:18.0pt"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:18.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span">Nossa! Se perdera no horário. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:18.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span">Passar o café, descascar as frutas, colocar a mesa...<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:18.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span">Já estava atrasada para o inicio de mais um dia. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:18.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span">Escolhera viver seus dias com alegria e afastaria todas as nuvens que pudessem toldar-lhe o sol... </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:18.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span">Março/ 2007</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:18.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span">_____________________________</span></span></p>mundo azulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09065108319888079553noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915479237802737045.post-40606687026737425092011-10-14T16:30:00.000-07:002011-10-14T16:46:28.844-07:00POEMINHA<p class="MsoNormal"><?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><i></i></span></o:p></p><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#99ff99;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>P</b></span>rocuro um amor sem razão,</span></span></i></span></p><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"><i>que toque a cabeça nas nuvens</i></span></p><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><i><span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;">e os pés conserve no chão...</span></i></p><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#99ff99;"></span></p><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbI9l3rdEt-S5gj_Cmt6VpNzJ3WQhKGFYSOHLmmDR3AAzf0rru1J0oS7HDUMu4up4vj87DHfyudITCM9EuNAPShyphenhyphenA4BCRmwFB3_eotbBZj-3g1G8JTwazWtWtmjyBeXhFNJpj97a9FPh59/s1600/sweet_couples_cute_lover_1140907_top_wallcoo.com.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"><i><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663496577511628114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbI9l3rdEt-S5gj_Cmt6VpNzJ3WQhKGFYSOHLmmDR3AAzf0rru1J0oS7HDUMu4up4vj87DHfyudITCM9EuNAPShyphenhyphenA4BCRmwFB3_eotbBZj-3g1G8JTwazWtWtmjyBeXhFNJpj97a9FPh59/s400/sweet_couples_cute_lover_1140907_top_wallcoo.com.jpg" border="0" /></i></span></a><span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"> </span></p><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#99ff99;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>P</b></span>rocuro um amor delicado,</span></span></i></span></p><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"><i>que no traçado dos passos</i></span></p><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"><i>não deixe o caminho riscado.</i></span></p><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"><i></i></span></o:p></p><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#99ff99;"></span></p><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMuHA9t96fbepiSPOMwzGQhenaC80T-bDrsf0XHwHVvHCsWEbhlz8YRHil6qWUsMV2xPjCNcALtnRuRThrJDZpzMkFTVbDGVfn-us-lden1SvwTiQi3RdSFrP9r314YAhlJ90KWX0Rnxy1/s1600/sweet_couples_cute_lover_1087348_top_wallcoo.com.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"><i><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663496265793310978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMuHA9t96fbepiSPOMwzGQhenaC80T-bDrsf0XHwHVvHCsWEbhlz8YRHil6qWUsMV2xPjCNcALtnRuRThrJDZpzMkFTVbDGVfn-us-lden1SvwTiQi3RdSFrP9r314YAhlJ90KWX0Rnxy1/s400/sweet_couples_cute_lover_1087348_top_wallcoo.com.jpg" border="0" /></i></span></a><span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"> </span></p><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#99ff99;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>P</b></span>rocuro um amor passarinho</span></span></i></span></p><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"><i>que farto de estar sozinho,</i></span></p><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><i><span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;">seja feliz ao meu lado!</span></i></p><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#99ff99;"></span></p><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUiUGQcDLt3uKIQlWWYBiXmpkSnofgoD3LBwpP4_MXQRU5hX_NV7qOsi1Wqxla6cLJreLIMGMvach1L_jHwOGX04U20x2_V-tp3DvXPfNnxaOq0N73C_BdcmQQgWiKSce5hR4hjzGApkSD/s1600/sweet_couples_cute_lover_1149255_top_wallcoo.com.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"><i><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663496068960140818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUiUGQcDLt3uKIQlWWYBiXmpkSnofgoD3LBwpP4_MXQRU5hX_NV7qOsi1Wqxla6cLJreLIMGMvach1L_jHwOGX04U20x2_V-tp3DvXPfNnxaOq0N73C_BdcmQQgWiKSce5hR4hjzGApkSD/s400/sweet_couples_cute_lover_1149255_top_wallcoo.com.jpg" border="0" /></i></span></a><span style="color:#99ff99;"> </span></p>mundo azulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09065108319888079553noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915479237802737045.post-23937234968399921542011-10-05T07:22:00.000-07:002011-10-05T09:03:31.478-07:00QUEM APAGOU A LUZ?<span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"><em>___________________________</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"><em>foi num belo dia claro</em></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 21px; "><em></em></span></p><p style="display: inline !important; "><em><span style="color:#cccccc;">que os risos se acenderam,</span></em></p><p></p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><p><span style="color:#cccccc;">os corações se inclinaram</span></p><p><span style="color:#cccccc;">e as palavras floresceram...</span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></p><br /><p align="right"><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">chegou manso e tão lento</span></p><p align="right"><span style="color:#cccccc;">tomou assento e sorriu</span></p><p align="right"><span style="color:#cccccc;">tão forte gravou-se a sina</span></p><p align="right"><span style="color:#cccccc;">no tronco do tu e eu...</span></p><br /><p align="right"><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></p><br /><p align="left"><span style="color:#cccccc;">depois um tempo pesado,</span></p><p><span style="color:#cccccc;">o céu de nuvens cobriu...</span></p><p><span style="color:#cccccc;">se era certo ou errado</span></p><p><span style="color:#cccccc;">ninguém sabe,</span></p><p><span style="color:#cccccc;">ninguém viu...</span></p><br /><p align="right"><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">teria havido um culpado</span></p><p align="right"><span style="color:#cccccc;">pelo véu escuro e baço,</span></p><p align="right"><span style="color:#cccccc;">que mantém ainda atados</span></p><p align="right"><span style="color:#cccccc;">em laço tão apertado</span></p><p align="right"><span style="color:#cccccc;">os meus suspiros nos teus?</span></p><br /></em><p align="right"><em><span style="color:#cccccc;">_____________________________<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></em></p></span>mundo azulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09065108319888079553noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915479237802737045.post-91528332427506272832011-09-29T11:25:00.000-07:002011-09-29T11:33:43.963-07:00ENCONTREI SEM QUERER...<span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"><strong>_______________________________</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"><strong>encontrei sem querer</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"><strong>e era um anjo calado</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"><strong>que há muito dormia</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"><strong>aqui dentro de mim</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"><strong>dominando o tempo</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"><strong>e cobrindo espaços</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"><strong>retardou os meus passos</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"><strong>me envolveu na magia...</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"><strong>impedindo que a noite<br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"><strong>chegasse sombria<br /></div></strong></span><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"><strong>resgatou no horizonte<br /></div></strong></span><br /><div align="right"><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"><strong>o meu raio de sol!</strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"><strong>____________________________________________<br /></div></strong></span>mundo azulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09065108319888079553noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915479237802737045.post-14402383749370083462011-09-12T06:43:00.000-07:002011-09-12T06:46:59.767-07:00ESPERO...<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>___________________________</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>de estrelas alago meus olhos,</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>na busca que não tem <span> </span>fim</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>e pacientemente espero...</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><i> </i></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>é doce o correr das horas</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>pois algo me diz que lá fora, </i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>um anjo espera por mim...</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>_______________________________</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><i> </i></span></o:p></p>mundo azulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09065108319888079553noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915479237802737045.post-41431798325351158142011-09-05T07:11:00.000-07:002011-09-05T07:30:08.420-07:00TU ÉS O MEU ELEITO...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4HDtBCsvqY81jHo9Hlj6SUJ8iDcXeQBDV8fQiPYqVcrdPGcytBrwEHQQ7Jyqt-PqAXc6jUXMtpTJgVkRMybvqFFmUPHnHcblbnkEeBGiSeLbI1E98FX_7CvYfaO1KP7Ef6kGysAY59843/s1600/Sem+T%25C3%25ADtulo-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4HDtBCsvqY81jHo9Hlj6SUJ8iDcXeQBDV8fQiPYqVcrdPGcytBrwEHQQ7Jyqt-PqAXc6jUXMtpTJgVkRMybvqFFmUPHnHcblbnkEeBGiSeLbI1E98FX_7CvYfaO1KP7Ef6kGysAY59843/s400/Sem+T%25C3%25ADtulo-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648882168455187090" /></a><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Aquele que ocupa todo o espaço</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >no paço do meu louco coração...</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Em amplidão que com esmero eu traço</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >e não desfaço de mim essa opção...</span></p></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir4jgiWgMYL01ezgcwSfGhKYKO46PbfG0wR7zrnHA1ZbLAZbSO1OG7stb9Y-eqA2oKaRXqb22u3gVg77qJeMGiLWH-utrVotkJzA7Ah_5KtfvuDkLLE7xZLS4IKxnPhyphenhyphenGbkhdNJI8nDGr6/s1600/C%25C3%25B3pia+de+Sem+T%25C3%25ADtulo-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir4jgiWgMYL01ezgcwSfGhKYKO46PbfG0wR7zrnHA1ZbLAZbSO1OG7stb9Y-eqA2oKaRXqb22u3gVg77qJeMGiLWH-utrVotkJzA7Ah_5KtfvuDkLLE7xZLS4IKxnPhyphenhyphenGbkhdNJI8nDGr6/s400/C%25C3%25B3pia+de+Sem+T%25C3%25ADtulo-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648881838733212674" /></span></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); " >Tu és o meu amor, o meu eleito!</span></div><div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Laço estreito que escolhi atar...</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >A reinar tão absoluto em meu peito,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >perfeito incenso ardendo neste altar...</span></p></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRyVAX6pq9OGdnEbn_qMeUoVP5wv8fKe8md3tCs92CMWgrlsvw1s6vFyXPagBsg_IOAzv_TvXBWuuZRnzoL1sJdkZStNmCgtpu30xRa1UuZR4tPHWFoORiQnY39UCWkjxa9jVoMTRtTSUj/s1600/Sem+T%25C3%25ADtulo-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRyVAX6pq9OGdnEbn_qMeUoVP5wv8fKe8md3tCs92CMWgrlsvw1s6vFyXPagBsg_IOAzv_TvXBWuuZRnzoL1sJdkZStNmCgtpu30xRa1UuZR4tPHWFoORiQnY39UCWkjxa9jVoMTRtTSUj/s400/Sem+T%25C3%25ADtulo-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648881524660470578" /></span></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Te amo nas flores e no azul do céu,</span></div><div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >ó menestrel que cantas com ardor,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >tão raro sabor de vinho e de mel!</span></p></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgACvbWgJPGWidxSA4yobiXNzWqc8y2LTa7SJRSyKLePXb6_7BkLu3mU8x-B1dMiTIcH3qudlyNkCYEg7Vb0DOVoQc483Yhj1NBMPEYBwE0Hk-dqsVy23SP8JwzVhALE5TY-paMsP9oB1JH/s1600/C%25C3%25B3pia+de+Sem+T%25C3%25ADtulo-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgACvbWgJPGWidxSA4yobiXNzWqc8y2LTa7SJRSyKLePXb6_7BkLu3mU8x-B1dMiTIcH3qudlyNkCYEg7Vb0DOVoQc483Yhj1NBMPEYBwE0Hk-dqsVy23SP8JwzVhALE5TY-paMsP9oB1JH/s400/C%25C3%25B3pia+de+Sem+T%25C3%25ADtulo-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648881334556638130" /></span></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); " >Ao léu, não voltarei mais a voar</span></div><div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >pois a vida desliza sem temor</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >com esse amor no qual farei meu lar!</span></p></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFsp4nlwY8FtKkBPbSLNq_BxbNoz_ySUB9y36Uungn3g5TIckrFM27uOiVZQnOZbUa-E3WwW1OeAKYhHWqOCXj88UbS4sN4zHl9fxHPKez4GtQE7BLdGBbCW-DhhBKWUxvSrz8gLIFNqd5/s1600/Sem+T%25C3%25ADtulo-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFsp4nlwY8FtKkBPbSLNq_BxbNoz_ySUB9y36Uungn3g5TIckrFM27uOiVZQnOZbUa-E3WwW1OeAKYhHWqOCXj88UbS4sN4zHl9fxHPKez4GtQE7BLdGBbCW-DhhBKWUxvSrz8gLIFNqd5/s400/Sem+T%25C3%25ADtulo-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648881029545215042" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>mundo azulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09065108319888079553noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915479237802737045.post-61576151942331725242011-08-11T13:16:00.000-07:002011-08-11T13:24:15.977-07:00BARCO AZUL<p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></i></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></i></b></p><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span"> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">quem a via já sabia,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">que a moça esperava em vão...</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">um dia após outro dia</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">um barco azul que não vinha</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">e o cansaço já pedia</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">da espera a libertação...</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">alguns cuidadosos <span> </span>diziam:</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">- <span> </span>não seria acaso miragem,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">tal barco azul esperado?</span></p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">mas, o vento já zangado</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">dizia que só ela via</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">o estranho e negro barco</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">em azul de fantasia...</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">nenhum apelo dos olhos</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">tão claros e tão cansados, </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">fez o tal barco voltar...</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">acordou então a moça</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">do antigo sonho sonhado</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">num longo suspiro aliviado</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">jogou finalmente a espera</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">pra sempre dentro do mar...</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">____________________________________________</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></p></span></i></b><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><b> </b></span></o:p></p>mundo azulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09065108319888079553noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915479237802737045.post-441714099178608632011-07-28T15:41:00.000-07:002011-07-28T15:51:51.544-07:00CAMINHANTE<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >______________________________________</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Meus passos pisam nas estradas desse mundo<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" >e vão deixando algumas marcas para trás...<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Nas vezes em que sinto o solo bem fecundo<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" >semeio flores, que eu espero, tragam paz!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Como são duros, muitas vezes os caminhos<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" >de pedras soltas e arestas afiadas...<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Tão ressequidos, tão soturnos os burburinhos<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" >que lamentam<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>a cada uma das passadas.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Eu sigo em frente, os olhos presos no horizonte,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" >na certeza de encontrar a esperada fonte<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" >que vai mitigar, minha sede e meu cansaço...<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Há de existir um oásis, sempre a espera<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" >desse caminhante, e em constante primavera,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" >flor amorosa a me ofertar o seu regaço!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span ><i>A foto foi tirada na árvore de Tom Jobim</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span ><i>no Jardim Botanico do Rio de Janeiro...</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >____</span>_________________________________</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></span></p>mundo azulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09065108319888079553noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915479237802737045.post-54034339715510153992011-07-09T13:46:00.000-07:002011-07-09T13:49:09.420-07:00...quem vem?<p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><b>quem vem na manhã tão clara...</b></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><b>com jeito de quem vai ficar?</b></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><b>as mãos oferecem flores</b></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><b>os olhos o azul do mar...</b></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><b>quem vem pra sarar as dores</b></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><b>de alguém que só fez chorar,</b></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><b>quem chega macio nos passos</b></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><b>pra tomar o seu lugar?</b></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><b>_______________________________</b></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><b>*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*</b></i></span></p>mundo azulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09065108319888079553noreply@blogger.com40tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915479237802737045.post-37087755695032745582011-06-23T05:11:00.000-07:002011-06-23T06:43:23.823-07:00TROVINHAS<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGUMzY4n5ILgUAZ9_-iUkswLGz8qr7me0Q_NwnFKQo_NSXXhII0728xK0_J1ZqZQrtPClHmOP7YUSapctIdQ0hUhTh3ECHPOc1E4n1nWJZf44n2CPdrc7URPjsm0pM4J8ZmMPt5cFmyWza/s1600/illustration_cartoon_girl_B10-PSD-049.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621389553319890626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGUMzY4n5ILgUAZ9_-iUkswLGz8qr7me0Q_NwnFKQo_NSXXhII0728xK0_J1ZqZQrtPClHmOP7YUSapctIdQ0hUhTh3ECHPOc1E4n1nWJZf44n2CPdrc7URPjsm0pM4J8ZmMPt5cFmyWza/s400/illustration_cartoon_girl_B10-PSD-049.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffff99;">a estrela prometeu,<br />no desejo que eu fiz...<br />será que ela esqueceu,<br />do dia de ser feliz?</span><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP5_dgZuruBl8EkEmc8ypCmp-K0HZ_6dFmdOAE601x7LkitO_oNt-LL5DbLYivBKphXGg-eMGSWG513MAjBL68him8G2_aNxlOLRxzjsnfziL2kk0cyBKZbpKhKD6rphY4WW8pce4r6aJc/s1600/sweet_couples_cute_lover_1142498_top_wallcoo.com.jpg"><span style="color:#ffff99;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621388850281749314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP5_dgZuruBl8EkEmc8ypCmp-K0HZ_6dFmdOAE601x7LkitO_oNt-LL5DbLYivBKphXGg-eMGSWG513MAjBL68him8G2_aNxlOLRxzjsnfziL2kk0cyBKZbpKhKD6rphY4WW8pce4r6aJc/s400/sweet_couples_cute_lover_1142498_top_wallcoo.com.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffff99;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;">as reticências são tantas,<br />que a palavra empobrece..<br />ficando preso à garganta,<br />o belo verbo apodrece...<br /></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDNMANKlETMAIOQv-t4Eax8Ybi6f-OuShAEiNbxLonfwGYtArS_moVIz52I_N407TdaU2f7MOiEsLlZsQwAF85vGnDI0jaj-uvQO-D-risRPcBk9J4vQcePNyy_av0DqgrLTZjdk8EvcAU/s1600/sweet_couples_cute_lover_1140907_top_wallcoo.com.jpg"><span style="color:#ffff99;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621388010570511058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDNMANKlETMAIOQv-t4Eax8Ybi6f-OuShAEiNbxLonfwGYtArS_moVIz52I_N407TdaU2f7MOiEsLlZsQwAF85vGnDI0jaj-uvQO-D-risRPcBk9J4vQcePNyy_av0DqgrLTZjdk8EvcAU/s400/sweet_couples_cute_lover_1140907_top_wallcoo.com.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffff99;"><br /></span><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;">ponto final não existe<br />enquanto vida houver...<br />pois aquele que persiste<br />terá tudo que quiser!<br /></span></div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPNPndFkuirZbHDDPbfAz4CM-hqhvqA6c36kCFYRypxyuLtsXXrc_e3PDEVwApEWEi-YufGjyWiyoZfXkQwCwwt2o7dRilTlEOpRCjr5K2CvAhy5h3v_vbliI7d3YsqfE8yeQgKKHJavDP/s1600/sweet_couples_cute_lover_1147297_top_wallcoo.com.jpg"><span style="color:#ffff99;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621387754102511810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPNPndFkuirZbHDDPbfAz4CM-hqhvqA6c36kCFYRypxyuLtsXXrc_e3PDEVwApEWEi-YufGjyWiyoZfXkQwCwwt2o7dRilTlEOpRCjr5K2CvAhy5h3v_vbliI7d3YsqfE8yeQgKKHJavDP/s400/sweet_couples_cute_lover_1147297_top_wallcoo.com.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span><br /></span><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span style="font-size: 130%; ">o que será que acontece<br />se dois passos dou pra cá<br />você dá braço ao estresse,<br /> risca logo dois para lá?<br /></span><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6KvdYQj1PcRGcBaG6TgoBO1S4JHcRnI-atsDhaW8KcakPdx0kMx572l7SsEc9QaWm38AFcVjwB1PqnCQYFltzhUjwLw38JBAk4PldlGpFt7AwG5q0yV7Fsq3bVDj-ZBbcYB57VEloG97U/s1600/sweet_couples_cute_lover_1087348_top_wallcoo.com.jpg"><span ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621387497019429602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6KvdYQj1PcRGcBaG6TgoBO1S4JHcRnI-atsDhaW8KcakPdx0kMx572l7SsEc9QaWm38AFcVjwB1PqnCQYFltzhUjwLw38JBAk4PldlGpFt7AwG5q0yV7Fsq3bVDj-ZBbcYB57VEloG97U/s400/sweet_couples_cute_lover_1087348_top_wallcoo.com.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffff99;"><br /></span><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;">que sejas sempre feliz<br />c’aqueles que lhe são caros...<br />pois meus traçados de giz<br />nunca foram assim tão raros!</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmPJv-uuQvClAQMmYLJNgGQsqktQBoRsgpTQwg41igy5RsV0_vzIMWLk9PfYn6D4HNjDT5yuXafCZq7eJ378AO1cVjYtA69yW9flu5RLDU1BJsTfKWPSpvzUv1rDcusNo_YAuf4wbGktQG/s1600/illustration_cartoon_girl_B10-PSD-015.jpg"><span style="color:#ffff99;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621387254430202802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmPJv-uuQvClAQMmYLJNgGQsqktQBoRsgpTQwg41igy5RsV0_vzIMWLk9PfYn6D4HNjDT5yuXafCZq7eJ378AO1cVjYtA69yW9flu5RLDU1BJsTfKWPSpvzUv1rDcusNo_YAuf4wbGktQG/s400/illustration_cartoon_girl_B10-PSD-015.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffff99;"><br />_</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffff99;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffff99;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffff99;">*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_</span></div><span style="color:#ffff99;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffff99;">_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*</span><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffff99;"></span></div></div></div><br /></div>mundo azulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09065108319888079553noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915479237802737045.post-29382796262052595312011-06-13T12:31:00.000-07:002011-06-13T12:36:16.515-07:00...se ganhei ou se perdi...<p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i>naveguei corcéis de vento</i></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i>em tempo de tempestade...</i></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i>bem mais leve do que o ar</i></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i>no soar<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>da calmaria</i></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i>brinquei na chuva sem medo</i></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i>fui arremedo de anjo</i></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i>meu papel cumpri a risca</i></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i>meio arisca e com firmeza</i></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i>com certeza eu tentei</i></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i>inventei o melhor jeito</i></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i>de pintar com cor a vida</i></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i>sofrida ou sorridente...</i></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i><br /></i></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i><br /></i></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i>________________________________</i></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i> </i></b></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i> </i></b></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i> </i></b></span></o:p></p>mundo azulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09065108319888079553noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915479237802737045.post-43910878048047157792011-05-25T17:10:00.000-07:002011-05-25T17:14:05.324-07:00no cair da tarde...<p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>no cair da tarde</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>o silêncio fala de partidas,</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>de coisas inacabadas...</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><i> </i></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>no cair da tarde</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>as sombras engolem</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>os risos não partilhados,</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>as emoções abortadas,</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>nunca ditas...</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><i> </i></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>no cair da tarde,</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>desenho-te no espaço vazio</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>e soluço teu nome...</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>baixinho</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>pra ninguém ouvir...</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><i> </i></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>no cair da tarde,</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>bóiam em azul,</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>as lagrimas </i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>que teimam em não cair...</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>_______________________________</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><i> </i></span></o:p></p>mundo azulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09065108319888079553noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915479237802737045.post-74942696725981797232011-05-18T10:23:00.000-07:002011-05-18T10:28:41.570-07:00TROVINHAS...<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a 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color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Em brandos sopros a alma acordando,</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">vai despertando o anjo e as malicias...</span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Com certeza, é sem retorno o caminho!</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Raro vinho dançando em nossas bocas...</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">E são tão loucas essas<span style=""> </span>palavras roucas,</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">que poucas seguem o giro do moinho...</span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Nesse momento,tudo se <span style=""> </span>escurece,</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">restando só dos olhos os faróis,</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">que como sóis, se entregam e se fundem!</span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Nossos corpos então já se confundem</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">no ardente desalinho dos lençóis,</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">onde a vida pulsa, como uma prece...</span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span >Zélia Nicolodi</span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">___________________________________<br /></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p>mundo azulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09065108319888079553noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915479237802737045.post-10721546016995582422011-04-21T13:29:00.000-07:002011-04-21T15:05:07.175-07:00...FUI!<p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>já fiz a mala,</b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>troquei a roupa...</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><br /></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>pintei a boca,</b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>com um sorriso...</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><br /></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>pela janela,</b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>joguei a mágoa...</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><br /></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>não levo nada</b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>que seja triste...</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><br /></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>varri as dores</b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>todas no lixo...</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><br /></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>tranquei a porta,</b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>ganhei a estrada!</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><br /></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><br /></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>_______________________________</b></span></p>mundo azulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09065108319888079553noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915479237802737045.post-15641691338619050632011-04-12T10:51:00.000-07:002011-04-12T11:35:40.557-07:00POR QUE?<p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><i>de qual fonte esse soluço</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><i>de gosto amargo e contido...</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><i>em qual janela debruço</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><i>por este sonho já ido?</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:180%;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><i> </i></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><i>de qual tempo essa espera</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><i>que o olho nunca alcança</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><i>de que sonho essa quimera</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><i>alimenta a antiga dança?</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:180%;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><i> </i></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><i>por que teima sem razão</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><i>a paixão fora do prazo?</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><i><br /></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><i>um pisar sem opção</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><i>nos cacos do antigo vaso...</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><i>_____________________________</i></span></p>mundo azulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09065108319888079553noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915479237802737045.post-64379286864689082762011-03-23T12:54:00.000-07:002011-03-23T12:56:21.231-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;">_________________________________________</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"><em>DA-ME...<br /><br /><br /><br />Da-me enfim o teu abraço,<br />necessito este descanso...<br />Da-me o manso da tua voz,<br />pra que eu adormeça sem medo.<br />Da-me teus ouvidos<br />e sentidos serão os meus segredos...<br /><br />Que as suas mãos sejam bênçãos<br />nos afagos ansiados...<br />E sincero seja o verbo<br />no sussurro soluçado<br />e no beijo queime o fogo<br />e na entrega,<br /><br />...o nosso fado!</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"><em></em></span><br /><em><span style="color:#ffff99;"><span style="font-size:130%;">_______________________________________<br /><br /></span> </span></em>mundo azulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09065108319888079553noreply@blogger.com30