tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81801927881743612362024-03-12T22:28:36.722-07:00de: lírio para:quem quiser lerUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180192788174361236.post-41108837325847898302012-01-19T17:47:00.000-08:002012-01-19T17:56:50.755-08:00Coma!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjduvbUxJ8HkaS7W5OIHeWd1d_LOsTV8LuelbBHR74-xnOBPCy8GGFGwpApMKUnEKjfDhu__wI7_TI614IOTbuXirqUTRS6oiQpv59_JeMbB9l5Xol3I5fguCc9bzZpgAWYbgZReeWrdK4/s1600/4096878138_fcae17cedf_o.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjduvbUxJ8HkaS7W5OIHeWd1d_LOsTV8LuelbBHR74-xnOBPCy8GGFGwpApMKUnEKjfDhu__wI7_TI614IOTbuXirqUTRS6oiQpv59_JeMbB9l5Xol3I5fguCc9bzZpgAWYbgZReeWrdK4/s400/4096878138_fcae17cedf_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699526654649197106" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span>Anestesia, inércia, desapego, enfim... Já nem sei mais o que eu sinto... </span></div><div><span>Coma! É este o estado! É como tenho estado, sentido os meus sentidos. E eu sinto. Muito. Sinto muito...</span></div><div><span>Mas, é assim que se descobre o que é o amor de verdade... Anestesia, inércia, desapego, enfim...</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>Porque, quem espera, cansa!</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180192788174361236.post-65569949511856947342011-05-31T10:16:00.001-07:002011-05-31T10:25:38.150-07:00Redenção<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj24jU8Zb3U2GExk5PD2dPxkkqsC9JfsUuKw3QFF_2JBd_6FV91igo24wN_81zU25pL2MwY11WTBT3TZvR8g_nO4QLX4NJhkHfKlMAA9TW9xipnDao0dapHDYR7Ro2zXkvfqxf9JFAmrSc/s1600/Curta+Redencao+-++3+pratica_062.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj24jU8Zb3U2GExk5PD2dPxkkqsC9JfsUuKw3QFF_2JBd_6FV91igo24wN_81zU25pL2MwY11WTBT3TZvR8g_nO4QLX4NJhkHfKlMAA9TW9xipnDao0dapHDYR7Ro2zXkvfqxf9JFAmrSc/s400/Curta+Redencao+-++3+pratica_062.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612931865045720754" /></a><br />O tempo passa,<br /><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">A vida muda.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">O tempo corre,<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">A vida acaba.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">E cada dia se morre um pouco... E cada dia se nasce de novo.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Há quem durma e acorde.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Há quem descanse em paz.<o:p></o:p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180192788174361236.post-6469500285323292722010-05-06T16:05:00.000-07:002010-05-06T16:27:51.181-07:00Às vezes, espero<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicCuqX0bfVjbusoKDYWd_om_WFbDt0wuzdN5LE6mKVctQraZUmlvHpwctQgQxvJJQrIuueNwr9LxRW8PBoI6Ow2mHiOqbQYShYCuFcW041169_YTe_ZZiPzquc7pGEHfG4TlieeWHGUi0/s1600/a+1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicCuqX0bfVjbusoKDYWd_om_WFbDt0wuzdN5LE6mKVctQraZUmlvHpwctQgQxvJJQrIuueNwr9LxRW8PBoI6Ow2mHiOqbQYShYCuFcW041169_YTe_ZZiPzquc7pGEHfG4TlieeWHGUi0/s320/a+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468302390996366034" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Às vezes, gostaria que ninguém esperasse nada de mim.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Talvez, assim, pudesse fazer somente o que tenho que fazer...<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Às vezes, gostaria de não esperar nada de ninguém.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Talvez, assim, pudessem não se preocupar em fazer nada por mim...<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Não haveria anseios, nem expectativas.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Não precisaria palavras, nem justificativas.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:georgia;">E me vem à mente: </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:georgia;">"Afeto o afeto, por querer sem querer..."</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"><br /></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180192788174361236.post-62313074556155853682010-03-17T13:56:00.000-07:002010-03-24T11:21:39.135-07:00Primeiros passos<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaUusZQ8Axln284YbuE3W-v2ZxMdTPlkselXDN19OmiycLPyetrmGKlRzXmN2UUpX3qcDBw7oTxG5ZfZH8GoJ6Q8fICtasNGSDawKuj4iHUz7uIR_-9RGq8fJV7T3nLfguotO_yl6Axkg/s1600-h/andar2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaUusZQ8Axln284YbuE3W-v2ZxMdTPlkselXDN19OmiycLPyetrmGKlRzXmN2UUpX3qcDBw7oTxG5ZfZH8GoJ6Q8fICtasNGSDawKuj4iHUz7uIR_-9RGq8fJV7T3nLfguotO_yl6Axkg/s320/andar2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449711958568433042" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal">Não sou o que sou.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Entendi. É um fato.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Nem cena, nem teatro.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Eu, só, me adapto.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">E é aí que eu me rapto.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Não sei.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Não sou.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Estou.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me vejo, eu mesma, a mim.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Não fecho os olhos,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Ou melhor, sim.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Abertos, lá dentro,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Enxergo e entendo</p> <p class="MsoNormal">O início, o meio e o fim.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">De onde veio? </p> <p class="MsoNormal">A que está?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Pra onde vai?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Tudo depende de um passo.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Pra lá?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Pra cá?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Pra já! </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Um passo pra perto de mim.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Não é assim?</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180192788174361236.post-8254993912390687892010-03-11T09:32:00.000-08:002010-03-11T10:42:58.314-08:00Dali, do tempo...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4_b08C5Pz3RsRi0KnaSGla8SNSmrIqWKg6dmvD348xELynJAgSgN540bLZAxQeyn9I2JW4wyxhAT0FOU2C1Y8ejgMdj9KnLZbmaR1gSEFWgzDDQCVpn4b_LQWa6tiuNq8GKsZR1-i3aQ/s1600-h/salvador_dali+(1).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4_b08C5Pz3RsRi0KnaSGla8SNSmrIqWKg6dmvD348xELynJAgSgN540bLZAxQeyn9I2JW4wyxhAT0FOU2C1Y8ejgMdj9KnLZbmaR1gSEFWgzDDQCVpn4b_LQWa6tiuNq8GKsZR1-i3aQ/s320/salvador_dali+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447438005804357330" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Tem tempo pra tudo, mesmo.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Tem tudo ao mesmo tempo agora!</span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Eu, no centro. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Eu, de fora.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Eu, por dentro. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Eu, por hora.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Eu, no tempo.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Eu, agora.</span></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180192788174361236.post-38283593158536693432010-02-12T17:32:00.000-08:002010-02-20T11:44:12.955-08:00Cuidado com o que sai da sua boca<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpEaIG9rxYuMBRdXtZtM655AN_4kXjqgDYC1NqjI-KTQum1Vf2cO0ThItAeLErSVLDqOZzw2BNAcFVIXrV1R_Hog1CJEnZ-FSvcX63KP8XtSuvM0C8AHCl1GxwEN4O_Zz8VgB29pV3YI4/s1600-h/retic%25C3%25AAncias.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437541285703097314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpEaIG9rxYuMBRdXtZtM655AN_4kXjqgDYC1NqjI-KTQum1Vf2cO0ThItAeLErSVLDqOZzw2BNAcFVIXrV1R_Hog1CJEnZ-FSvcX63KP8XtSuvM0C8AHCl1GxwEN4O_Zz8VgB29pV3YI4/s320/retic%25C3%25AAncias.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Manja aquele papo de "a palavra tem poder"?<br /><div><div>É, tem...</div><div>Muito.</div><div>E é fato.</div><div>E é ponto.</div><div>Pacífico.</div><div>Em guerra... </div><div>De palavras </div><div>e meias palavras.</div><div>De dizeres e quase... </div><div>De quases e "deixa pra próxima".</div><div>Deixa pra próxima...</div><div>Quem sabe eu fale, ou , simplesmente, cale. </div><div>Já disse isso antes.</div><div>Já disse muitas coisas antes.</div><div>É o giro do gigante!</div><div>Redundâncias...</div><div>E reticências...</div><div>Há tempos em que o silêncio é que se ouve.</div><div>Ah, se meu silêncio falasse...</div><div>Todos os três pontinhos seriam findos... Pobrezinhos!</div><div>E eu faria questão de aniquilá-los: um a um.</div><div>No momento, só posso manter-me em reticências... </div><div>Benditas reticências!</div><div></div><br /><div>No fim, não era nada disso que eu queria dizer... Olha as reticências aí, gente!</div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180192788174361236.post-31015617678532946752010-02-06T19:43:00.000-08:002010-02-06T19:53:03.093-08:00Vivendo e aprendendo a jogar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpuMrZlE6D5P68FIsqRhTW9Aciw95Z3B253yWRrzu156TMHSBG5ydt5PXC94V7RH-PeHZRfa9WuJXxmD6bSl0eevR5pQQhYnV6dB2qtb_pOhJbwu9Qsoyr47qHVk0lIrDCJr4QYtb0TB8/s1600-h/Jogos+de+cartas+e+tabuleiro.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpuMrZlE6D5P68FIsqRhTW9Aciw95Z3B253yWRrzu156TMHSBG5ydt5PXC94V7RH-PeHZRfa9WuJXxmD6bSl0eevR5pQQhYnV6dB2qtb_pOhJbwu9Qsoyr47qHVk0lIrDCJr4QYtb0TB8/s320/Jogos+de+cartas+e+tabuleiro.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435344280328293650" /></a><br /><div>É tudo um jogo... Um grande jogo, onde as peças se movem sob a influência do olhar distinto de cada jogador. É mais fácil enxergar assim... Acalma. Racionaliza.</div><div>É dançar, conforme a música... </div><div>Não! Sem dança, sem música... Só lógica! </div><div>E a razão fria, bem longe do calor das notas... </div><div>Até quando?</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180192788174361236.post-78875792092504358462010-02-03T18:11:00.000-08:002010-02-03T18:18:22.178-08:00Roda, Gigante!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij260cX47qxCL-g-1EhyphenhyphenESTRqKewdJewf9qUHAsuy3JefpJiRyIJ99CNIA6cW87xcid2XaWKnCYL04tGEsJfq2esifgT0PIEu8CwHs3W-H45YRbVMNX9sfMjMozxvYqx6sRYxb2cHpoqw/s1600-h/roda-gigante-luzes-9612a+(1).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij260cX47qxCL-g-1EhyphenhyphenESTRqKewdJewf9qUHAsuy3JefpJiRyIJ99CNIA6cW87xcid2XaWKnCYL04tGEsJfq2esifgT0PIEu8CwHs3W-H45YRbVMNX9sfMjMozxvYqx6sRYxb2cHpoqw/s320/roda-gigante-luzes-9612a+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434206623378889634" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-family:";color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-family:";color:#333333;">Círculo vicioso em uma roda gigante... <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-family:";color:#333333;">E roda mundo...<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-family:";color:#333333;">E roda, Gigante!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-family:";color:#333333;">Está que o mundo seja meio, sempre meio, nunca inteiro.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-family:";color:#333333;">E a metade seja um mundo<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-family:";color:#333333;">De extremas proporções<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-family:";color:#333333;">Em porções de insanidade,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-family:";color:#333333;">Em frações de vontade... <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Tahoma, sans-serif;color:#333333;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-family:";color:#333333;">E roda o mundo<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-family:";color:#333333;">E roda o gigante...</span></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180192788174361236.post-88517385189575207972009-12-01T17:39:00.000-08:002010-05-14T13:12:52.309-07:00CATIVANTE CULTIVO<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXry4nYlxReKZPxyRwn0szEcw2DzIj-7RgQtdJ_AyMTZ0pM7m9XKYDjf2OqDXwJeBlnnTednzqKlDLM_s4OwG830NhYlGpNTd5mVLpttQnJfHSI1IASnZOzTK3JIHKT0DU5d8fVukISFY/s1600/plantar_igrejas-793471.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXry4nYlxReKZPxyRwn0szEcw2DzIj-7RgQtdJ_AyMTZ0pM7m9XKYDjf2OqDXwJeBlnnTednzqKlDLM_s4OwG830NhYlGpNTd5mVLpttQnJfHSI1IASnZOzTK3JIHKT0DU5d8fVukISFY/s320/plantar_igrejas-793471.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410455291566467778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px; " /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:11px;"></span></span></div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>Quero fazer da vida uma grande seara,</div><div>Plantar e colher, me alimentar e distribuir...</div><div>E, do bom fruto, resgatar a melhor semente,</div><div>Plantar e colher, me alimentar e distribuir...</div><div>E, do fruto doente, salvar as sementes sadias,</div><div>Plantar e colher, me alimentar e distribuir...</div><div>E, do fruto morto, fazer semente, nutrir a terra,</div><div>Plantar e colher, me alimentar e distribuir...</div><div><br /></div><div>Quero ser terra e semente,</div><div>Fruto e adubo,</div><div>Nutrir meu espírito,</div><div>Alimentar minha alma,</div><div>Saciar minha vida,</div><div>Crescer e frutificar.</div><div><br /></div><div>E cativar cultivos...</div><div>E cultivar cativos.</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180192788174361236.post-83938773501363983062009-11-26T19:01:00.000-08:002012-05-08T07:09:36.802-07:00Onde estou eu em mim?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ4fTfAr2s5MwZPlGcCDyDL-S10pq4KMrDM-_QNI_epovDdgYrUAOsQ9fkA3928Mz2G19bbYrqz815efQD-Sf8rA-OvOB07xt1cCYJ0W15elgTQNnteNgNMpczNRrvqmUxfBIO2-pxfJk/s1600/lagrimas.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408615836896360674" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ4fTfAr2s5MwZPlGcCDyDL-S10pq4KMrDM-_QNI_epovDdgYrUAOsQ9fkA3928Mz2G19bbYrqz815efQD-Sf8rA-OvOB07xt1cCYJ0W15elgTQNnteNgNMpczNRrvqmUxfBIO2-pxfJk/s320/lagrimas.jpg" style="cursor: hand; 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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 25px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></h3>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">Não quero mais sorrisos forçados</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><u1:p></u1:p></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></h3>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">Pra esconder meu pranto não chorado.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><u1:p></u1:p></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></h3>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">Quero sorrir por sorrir</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><u1:p></u1:p></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></h3>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">E chorar por chorar.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><u1:p></u1:p></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></h3>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">Não precisa motivo,</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><u1:p></u1:p></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></h3>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">Nem, tampouco, sentido.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><u1:p></u1:p></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></h3>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">Só choro por choro</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><u1:p></u1:p></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></h3>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">E riso por riso.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><u1:p></u1:p></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></h3>
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<o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></h3>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><u1:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></u1:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">Não quero mais me esconder de mim,</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><u1:p></u1:p></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></h3>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">Nem ser platéia do meu triste fim.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><u1:p></u1:p></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></h3>
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<o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></span></o:p></h3>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><u1:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></u1:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">Não sei se estou perto</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></h3>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><u1:p></u1:p> </span></span><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">Ou se demoro a me encontrar.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></h3>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><u1:p></u1:p> </span></span><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">Por agora, quero um canto,</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></h3>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><u1:p></u1:p> </span></span><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">Quem sabe, numa casa no campo?</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></h3>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><u1:p></u1:p> </span></span><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">Um recanto onde eu possa chorar</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></h3>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><u1:p></u1:p> </span></span><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">E fazer correr o meu pranto,</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></h3>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><u1:p></u1:p> </span></span><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">E poder gritar minha dor,</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></h3>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><u1:p></u1:p> </span></span><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">E colar meu rosto ao chão,</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></h3>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><u1:p></u1:p> </span></span><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">E clamar ao meu Criador</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></h3>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">Por de lado a razão,</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></h3>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><u1:p></u1:p> </span></span><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">Rasgar meu peito e, então,</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></h3>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">Encontrar sereno alívio,</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></h3>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">Pra que, num próximo sorriso,</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></h3>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><u1:p></u1:p> </span></span><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">Esteja em mim</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></h3>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><u1:p></u1:p> </span></span><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">O que sou.</span></span></span><span style="font-size: 17pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></h3>
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180192788174361236.post-58939042666093098512009-11-10T13:16:00.000-08:002010-02-22T11:17:34.397-08:00Voltando...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihMcttFPeDmhOCk-Nylw27HUz8p9efv7DIXm7ijYwfWOD1TIMzznnmjMOhyoNRap7pmJ3oiDMdqDugBDWfajE8uSqjoBBClB6sxhMGiBgNCXhQJfIhYMiVGVxEPG1SefU1AGuMej1PqSs/s1600-h/PALCO+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 152px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihMcttFPeDmhOCk-Nylw27HUz8p9efv7DIXm7ijYwfWOD1TIMzznnmjMOhyoNRap7pmJ3oiDMdqDugBDWfajE8uSqjoBBClB6sxhMGiBgNCXhQJfIhYMiVGVxEPG1SefU1AGuMej1PqSs/s320/PALCO+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402600775805357666" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Um dia, pensei que o palco seria meu único lugar e que atuar era minha única verdade.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Que passariam-se as épocas e eu permaneceria sempre lá, eternizando o tempo.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">E o tempo, esse a quem eu perpetuava, me levou a outros tablados e me ensinou outras habilidades.</span></span></div></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">E me levou do palco... </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Daquele que me recebia com os pés descalços e a alma desnuda.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Daquele que me amava e que eu amava, intensa, entregue, inteira...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Que me conhecia em centímetros, sentimentos, sentidos, instintos.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Que gozou meu riso e chorou meu pranto,</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Que dançou meus passos e tocou meu canto,</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Que me fez, me quis, me teve e me viu</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Indo,</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Partindo,</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sem olhar pra trás...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Na minha bagagem: experiência, retratos, história</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">E este amor, latente,</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Doente,</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Paciente...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Chega, tempo, de apagar as minhas vidas...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Chega, tempo, abrindo caminho para todas desfrutarem!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">E leva de volta meu corpo, meu fogo, meu ego, meu eu</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Devolve, entrega meu nexo, sexo, com plexo, </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Anexo àquele que é meu.</span></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180192788174361236.post-12151807086142991232009-10-05T21:06:00.000-07:002009-10-05T22:03:43.769-07:00Ser especial...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhuBUngYL0sqJ9AMgAhNJU07TuTc5ahf6M747MdsB98j1JXbOJVyMmYY3T0fjyjCQS8tknGK-gWGUVnoUplxkJJdayt25jZvEtnmSMxG0VA-AOkW8fBwnc4DPAMjoCMN0vRq5kyI8vkbg/s1600-h/Bebe+na+palma+da+mao.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhuBUngYL0sqJ9AMgAhNJU07TuTc5ahf6M747MdsB98j1JXbOJVyMmYY3T0fjyjCQS8tknGK-gWGUVnoUplxkJJdayt25jZvEtnmSMxG0VA-AOkW8fBwnc4DPAMjoCMN0vRq5kyI8vkbg/s320/Bebe+na+palma+da+mao.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389346692919617090" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180192788174361236.post-7671160838309588562009-10-02T21:24:00.000-07:002009-10-02T21:44:31.495-07:00Falar o quê?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS_YVXj7B1anBtpAh1y2ERG9FqrTxVNzaAwK3b1IH3CUfR9Ri8r9vvprYaGAZoVts1puIYvTi3MknGtyyOL7wwK63J0LjotT-QuJLu-41abTB3HYPxf9LL2OoMKCS-dMFeXkn7ap2-OHA/s1600-h/Megafone+blog.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS_YVXj7B1anBtpAh1y2ERG9FqrTxVNzaAwK3b1IH3CUfR9Ri8r9vvprYaGAZoVts1puIYvTi3MknGtyyOL7wwK63J0LjotT-QuJLu-41abTB3HYPxf9LL2OoMKCS-dMFeXkn7ap2-OHA/s320/Megafone+blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388229304669011858" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Às vezes, a gente fala o que não deve,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Às vezes, não fala o que devia...</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Às vezes, não deve nada e fala,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Às vezes, não fala nada e deve...</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Às vezes, fala porque deve,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Às vezes, não deveria falar nada...</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p>Às vezes, a gente quer falar e não consegue,</o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Então, vai pro computador e escreve...</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180192788174361236.post-67153605433514342002009-09-18T16:32:00.000-07:002011-09-28T10:29:17.248-07:00Doce vida! Shaná Tová Umetuká!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzpeMpNoB8p8dszYZjPA6Xw3FdKOR4WJuoXNTRMb8rorGs2x5KF58OhOz7abvEmGbrFD02NsE8fog7ZTguA4XHplUr6M4Aisx76oy7T83Xy5STc3_DyiEyiZyc6itEVhA8_KHW9vJ6OiY/s1600-h/Rosh_Hashana_final.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/AVvXsEjzpeMpNoB8p8dszYZjPA6Xw3FdKOR4WJuoXNTRMb8rorGs2x5KF58OhOz7abvEmGbrFD02NsE8fog7ZTguA4XHplUr6M4Aisx76oy7T83Xy5STc3_DyiEyiZyc6itEVhA8_KHW9vJ6OiY/s320/Rosh_Hashana_final.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382955047445935170" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;">Doces dias doces.</div></span><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Sejam assim todos os nossos! </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Tenham diversos sabores,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Inspirem com várias cores,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Como doce feito por mãe,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Como fruta feita pelo Pai.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Sejam marcantes, como chocolate!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">E harmoniosos, tal maçã com mel!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">שנה טובה ומתוקה</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">SHANÁ TOVÁ UMETUKÁ</span></span></span><span style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Tenham um ano feliz e doce!</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180192788174361236.post-46551806338415319272009-09-15T10:42:00.000-07:002009-09-15T16:00:43.608-07:00Os dias seguintes...Um dia, findo dia. Nada dura para sempre, mas sempre há os que seguem após ao que se faz presente em todos os outros.<div>Um dia após o outro, mas todos seguidos do um...</div><div>Um dia, outro dia... Dias seguintes...</div><div><br /></div><div>Seguir em frente... </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180192788174361236.post-33017099806418384362009-08-21T16:47:00.000-07:002009-08-25T21:42:17.915-07:00Born Again at Sunrise<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPa3L_BVwsF8gQo50x3Qbd7vnVFwWz0UM617VBQcibKgsid1rjJxtLz09KmJF3-kC9DcfxIiwBMVKiOkLxX1r2LxKaf-1nOPOKJlwi3dAh7j1XT0znrweI80Z-c92ShpeIGFmfsdjHEQ4/s1600-h/nascer_do_sol_em_lalim_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 137px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPa3L_BVwsF8gQo50x3Qbd7vnVFwWz0UM617VBQcibKgsid1rjJxtLz09KmJF3-kC9DcfxIiwBMVKiOkLxX1r2LxKaf-1nOPOKJlwi3dAh7j1XT0znrweI80Z-c92ShpeIGFmfsdjHEQ4/s320/nascer_do_sol_em_lalim_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374125126123820370" /></a><br /><div> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"Esta é sua vida agora</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Um dia depois do outro</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>E renascerá ao amanhecer"</i></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></i><div> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Tradução de trecho da música "Born Again at Sunrise", de Fantine Tho</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">É</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">s</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">s</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">o, por agora...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Nascer de novo</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">c</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">d</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">n</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">s</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">c</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">e</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">r</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">d</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">o</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">s</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">o</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">l...</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180192788174361236.post-73750225104214881822009-08-20T21:45:00.000-07:002009-08-20T22:15:00.682-07:00AMIGO$...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6hWyBr7e9xX4JE74jt-YNcr8Y3fF53YIzyzZM7Z1HutisDgRP7Z2bESgDYfBFiDT309b51AeQNXU7Lu0GzOl_CAc_eAHon-IczJKahkdVN7hMmYa2bdvnz6apYjCsGnuoQBhhTkAh_8s/s1600-h/amizade.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372276890212036802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6hWyBr7e9xX4JE74jt-YNcr8Y3fF53YIzyzZM7Z1HutisDgRP7Z2bESgDYfBFiDT309b51AeQNXU7Lu0GzOl_CAc_eAHon-IczJKahkdVN7hMmYa2bdvnz6apYjCsGnuoQBhhTkAh_8s/s320/amizade.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><br /><div><div></div><div></div><div>Caro amigo,<br /><br />Caro? Por quê? Acaso tem preço a amizade?<br />Haveremos de contabilizar o afeto, percentualizar o carinho, calcular as lágrimas?</div><div>Teremos de financiar abraços, creditar sorrisos, cobrar conselhos?<br /><br />Perdoe a minha infidelidade, querida lógica, mas, onde está você nesta história?<br />Se é preciso fazer cálculos para a amizade, terei de ir contra a minha companheira matemática e emburrecer minha razão!</div><div><br />E que reste, apenas, a habilidade de contar nos dedos aqueles a quem posso chamar amigos.<br /><br />A estes, digo:<br /><br />Caros, valoros, valiosos amigos!</div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180192788174361236.post-24356363561939428742009-07-31T12:50:00.000-07:002009-08-04T17:25:46.894-07:00S(C)em palavras<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIvKgrmUxtxI-4ZTBWsmWAcl5e8J5W1mvA5pxqLc7b4FnnM7MLVUMEzznKxvcIuUJaZAECZ3lBz6NO7qActQd_uPM3PlRsjgxF5eRhw0Nqx0dv9cCB-ZhDN-SSsUvXuxVtXYPsXSTfAWk/s1600-h/calada.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366269242294943570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIvKgrmUxtxI-4ZTBWsmWAcl5e8J5W1mvA5pxqLc7b4FnnM7MLVUMEzznKxvcIuUJaZAECZ3lBz6NO7qActQd_uPM3PlRsjgxF5eRhw0Nqx0dv9cCB-ZhDN-SSsUvXuxVtXYPsXSTfAWk/s320/calada.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div align="center">De contra ao cantar do ditoso poeta<br />De encontro ao contrário da dita palavra<br />Calada, não muda<br />Só quieta, guardada<br />Aguada, aguda<br />Distante de tralha...<br /><br />Pra quem bem entende<br />O que não se fala<br />Pingo é letra<br />Metade lhe basta<br />Segue, então, o que não foi dito<br />Calado, almejando, um dia, ser grito...</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180192788174361236.post-59927545116096198122009-07-23T16:21:00.000-07:002009-07-30T11:30:04.831-07:00Hamletiando...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwte5mNPsG6Sc6ITuI8lfBZ_DgrfJbfvLnXh9CIqeU7kzxnnQ2rtDKPcLsnbmphAOh5U1gtYPIpJU2K61Gobb8x9jsCRBqE-Bwnron3adh7GQXx_13gNHlm8PeiAomXBAvzgUN0BuY3-Q/s1600-h/hamlet.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364321698795268418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwte5mNPsG6Sc6ITuI8lfBZ_DgrfJbfvLnXh9CIqeU7kzxnnQ2rtDKPcLsnbmphAOh5U1gtYPIpJU2K61Gobb8x9jsCRBqE-Bwnron3adh7GQXx_13gNHlm8PeiAomXBAvzgUN0BuY3-Q/s320/hamlet.bmp" /></a><br /><div align="center">Ser. </div><br />Ou não?<br /><br />Ser!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180192788174361236.post-52029254414548694832009-06-22T15:27:00.000-07:002009-06-22T16:16:35.723-07:00Resgate<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXc0d9bwBm15np7XLtJMWpNyQtsPk1M-6W8o8Mqpg0pQdbqmtT96dXrwwCuFao5p3ftHaxfw4uXKA1EWHJkA6JETQNiVkR_UdLIm57kJotV-IhECVAPBthPLr_YO8bM3KFRemcmQWCoXg/s1600-h/avalanche-area+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350293661319631778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXc0d9bwBm15np7XLtJMWpNyQtsPk1M-6W8o8Mqpg0pQdbqmtT96dXrwwCuFao5p3ftHaxfw4uXKA1EWHJkA6JETQNiVkR_UdLIm57kJotV-IhECVAPBthPLr_YO8bM3KFRemcmQWCoXg/s320/avalanche-area+2.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div></div><div></div><div>Procuro um poema.<br />Não sei.<br />Não vem.<br />Está lá.<br />Lá...<br />Onde é lá?<br />Tudo confuso.<br />Logo ali...<br />É tão longe.<br />Ou tão perto...<br />É, perto.<br />Placas indicam.<br />Não.<br />Placas alertam.<br />Proíbem.<br />Não posso chegar.<br />Não agora...<br /><br />Foi avalanche.<br />Muita pedra.</div><div>Muito gelo.</div><div></div><div> </div><div>O gelo derrete.</div><div>As pedras, quem tira?</div><div>Aguardo o resgate.<br /><br />Está lá...<br />Não posso chegar.<br />Não agora...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180192788174361236.post-50455448302382578282008-06-21T09:59:00.000-07:002009-06-07T18:52:00.011-07:00Amanha...O tempo eh relativo, e o amanha ja chegou. Ha dois dias! E ja eh anteontem, e amanha sera anteanteontem, e assim vai...<br /><br />Quem alcanca o amanha? Ninguem! Porem, nem deixa de alcanca-lo. Enfim, eh o que todos esperam. O meu chegou e ja passou, e nao vejo a hora dos amanhas que virao pra se tornarem hojes!<br /><br />Cheia de dor e medicamentos, mas, nada comparado ao tamanho da minha satisfacao! Eh, pois tem tamanho e certificado de garantia!<br /><br />Feliz estou, pois, do Alto estao voltados pra mim os olhos mais puros que homem nenhum jamais tera, e que conhece minha vida do principio ao fim.<br /><br />Amanha?<br /><br />A Ele pertence...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180192788174361236.post-49776312988542061072008-06-09T17:58:00.000-07:002008-12-11T07:07:09.054-08:00ALCANCE...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvrul81koLoQY2HFRaBVUzVW2WTh6MizqW_oTx2A5sIAwFZY5WXXoCHewIoUYR1cFGlGTxPbpW24XgB2vPgVz9qm6-VU73sK2Nv2I1iN6EVwQrZJnvZxbISOINA1ZI_r5PBfiBiVHSkus/s1600-h/alcance.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210051701127185426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvrul81koLoQY2HFRaBVUzVW2WTh6MizqW_oTx2A5sIAwFZY5WXXoCHewIoUYR1cFGlGTxPbpW24XgB2vPgVz9qm6-VU73sK2Nv2I1iN6EVwQrZJnvZxbISOINA1ZI_r5PBfiBiVHSkus/s320/alcance.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Para cada coisa há seu tempo!<br /><br />Há tempo de plantar e tempo de colher, e a nós, nada pertence... Apenas o direito de plantar e colher...<br /><br />Plante e colha! E creia! Porque é pela fé que se alcança...<br /><br />E as vozes, começam outra melodia...<br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180192788174361236.post-41675331803267547012008-04-09T08:55:00.000-07:002009-06-22T15:22:41.381-07:00ALGUÉM...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp9mIy8_Md_9CCwSBbVpI0Ir4NGfUqDbaHb0JHOOP2WPdLu27VA5aEE0NklapWNRHsiiAxNgDMjAZx_IC65JXh2iTY1uDJOYljW4Eh2qWfJX7I9fg2u571h8I-pAbyyG6KJzWjh4r9ask/s1600-h/O_vazio_de_mim.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187291760212803346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp9mIy8_Md_9CCwSBbVpI0Ir4NGfUqDbaHb0JHOOP2WPdLu27VA5aEE0NklapWNRHsiiAxNgDMjAZx_IC65JXh2iTY1uDJOYljW4Eh2qWfJX7I9fg2u571h8I-pAbyyG6KJzWjh4r9ask/s320/O_vazio_de_mim.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Silêncio.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"Tem alguém aí? <span style="font-size:180%;">Aí...</span> <span style="font-size:130%;">aí...</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">aí...</span>"</span> </div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ouço uma voz conhecida, que responde (ou pergunta): "Tem alguém aí? <span style="font-size:180%;">Aí...</span> <span style="font-size:130%;">aí...</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">aí..."</span></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Perguntas...</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Palavras...</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ecos...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Repetições das repetições enchem o silêncio num belo fenômeno físico. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Palavras se cruzam, rebatem nas paredes e voltam a se cruzar, numa coreografia sonora: "Tem... Aí... Alguém... Ém... Aí... Tem... Alguém... Aí... Tem alguém aí? <span style="font-size:180%;">Aí... </span><span style="font-size:130%;">aí...</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">aí..."</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A cada rebatida a intensidade aumenta </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">e, de belo ballet, o som se transforma<em> </em>em trilha que beira o terror: "Tem... Aí... Alguém... Ém... Aí... Tem... Alguém... Aí... Tem alguém aí? <span style="font-size:180%;">Aí...</span> <span style="font-size:130%;">aí...</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> aí..."</span></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">E o silêncio grita: Alguém! Responda, por favor! </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">E a voz do silêncio se funde ao som entorpecente, que, agora, berra em meus ouvidos: Tem... Aí... Por favor... Alguém... Ém... Aí... Responda... Tem... Alguém... Onda... Favor... Aí... Tem alguém aí? <span style="font-size:180%;">Aí...</span> <span style="font-size:130%;">aí...</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">aí...</span></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Chega! Quem perguntou primeiro? E, quem deve responder?</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tem alguém aí?</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Silêncio<em>.</em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180192788174361236.post-41166066341030308672008-03-31T15:47:00.001-07:002009-06-23T09:39:07.965-07:00MAIS VALE UM PÁSSARO NA MÃO?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO-3drXO2x2308wy0QupgvcDAsZF-lF6vMpLjCavn5S8xhoJ6xuqIF3npJknEKIdq9D9VM1FX000uV8B6Y34XiDnogY66A5iw9i9Z0EZfjptv-mYEvTMrbG6Cf9RGnDDYgUqPV6KuIONA/s1600-h/ditadura1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184052573187571458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO-3drXO2x2308wy0QupgvcDAsZF-lF6vMpLjCavn5S8xhoJ6xuqIF3npJknEKIdq9D9VM1FX000uV8B6Y34XiDnogY66A5iw9i9Z0EZfjptv-mYEvTMrbG6Cf9RGnDDYgUqPV6KuIONA/s320/ditadura1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div></div><div></div><br /><div>Cala, boca!</div><div>Relate, não opine!</div><div>Descreva, não interpréte!</div><div></div><br /><div><em>"A censura chegou! Cercearam a liberdade de expressão!"</em></div><div></div><div>Reprimem a voz, que, calada, vira dor, e a dor, silêncio ensurdecedor...</div><div>Engaiolam o pássaro e, arrancando pena por pena, privam-lhe o direito de voar.</div><br /><div></div><div>Corre, mão! Apressa-te enquanto podes! Escreve o que da boca foi tirado! </div><div>Tapam os ouvidos para a voz, mas, e os olhos, estão cegos? </div><div>Aproveita, então, e escreve, disserta, poetisa, poemisa, conta, historia para os olhos que quiserem ouvir! </div><div>Rápido, antes que te amarrem! Antes que te amarrem... </div><div>Já tentaram, mas, não permitas! Por favor, não permitas! Porque és o veículo de uma voz que luta pra não ser calada.</div><div></div><br /><div>Pra que o ser não se cala diante da ditadura da alma...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8180192788174361236.post-17988823942107953732008-01-17T09:43:00.000-08:002009-06-07T19:00:56.793-07:00Fantasma<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRrgenTamTgBDpASecIE9EoriBAzX07puQq1hdxp6B4cz22qHIWb6jwzzXHhyphenhyphenF2s1iZH2-3Pkc9dHLGlueok_jYZkX2rjKg69X_X_K5fkufqCcZR4cTawuMof2oZrOI9gXz3QOD9vDzTw/s1600-h/dez_poe1_fig3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156503332604268802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRrgenTamTgBDpASecIE9EoriBAzX07puQq1hdxp6B4cz22qHIWb6jwzzXHhyphenhyphenF2s1iZH2-3Pkc9dHLGlueok_jYZkX2rjKg69X_X_K5fkufqCcZR4cTawuMof2oZrOI9gXz3QOD9vDzTw/s320/dez_poe1_fig3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;">Fantasma... Espectro de gente, que perturba o sono da alma carente que chora, em silêncio, desviando o olhar de si mesma, pois por dentro há tormenta com trilha de suspense...<br />Fantasma de gente vivente que assombra o sentimento dormente...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;">Lembrança morta e enterrada que, chegada à hora, precisa ser exumada.<br />Se houvesse fantasma de morto não causaria tanto terror quanto aquele que vive. E não há como escapar!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;">Como fugir de um fantasma que habita a memória?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;">E quem é forte agora pra enfrentar a assombração que vive e está batendo à porta?<br />O coração pede socorro à razão, que se apóia no corpo, que está à mercê do coração.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;">E neste círculo infindo, quem socorre o ser amedrontado, que por fora é fortaleza mas, por dentro, se encolhe, debatendo-se contra a tristeza?<br />Onde está o herói que salva a mocinha assustada nos filmes de terror? </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;">Está salvando, o fantasma...<br /><br />... </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3