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Às vezes, como agora, eu queria estar com você naquela casinha abandonada&lt;br /&gt;
De portas e janelas emperradas, móveis velhos, cheiro de mofo e fachada pixada&lt;br /&gt;
Pelo simples fato de ter sua companhia sem sermos pertubados pelo esperado&lt;br /&gt;
Pois, desde então, fechar os olhos não me faz sentir-me tempo suficiente ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Posso reconhecer inteiramente seu toque ao adormecer e ao acordar&lt;br /&gt;
Aprendi seu hálito, curti o seu bom-dia, me vi em seu olhar...&lt;br /&gt;
Fizemos amor como quem dá graças pelo dia que ainda está por vir&lt;br /&gt;
Endossamos hábitos tão nossos que quase desejei não partir&lt;br /&gt;
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Contudo sabemos que a fortaleza do nosso amor não está em lugar nenhum do mundo&lt;br /&gt;
É a riqueza das coisas que fazemos juntos que torna o sentimento mais profundo&lt;br /&gt;
Me convida pra te amar em outras casas, águas e trilhas abandonadas...&lt;br /&gt;
A natureza sempre cria o clima perfeito à nossas almas excitadas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430266455966793681-7476993195676568028?l=mireabilite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Quero amanhecer de cara pra imensidão do mar&lt;br /&gt;
Pronta pra tirar a roupa porque as águas hão de nos convidar&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, se eu adormecer me acorde, por favor!&lt;br /&gt;
Peça a lua nova que me regenere todo calor.&lt;br /&gt;
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Na areia molhada sinto a vibração que vem lá do céu&lt;br /&gt;
Choveu à tarde toda pra vermos as estrelas por detrás do véu&lt;br /&gt;
O sol já vem com as águas quentes molhando meus pés&lt;br /&gt;
Tenho a visão do pescador nos admirando do convés&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Me beije um pouco mais que o sol já vai nascer &lt;br /&gt;
O sol de nós dois é o único que eu quero ver&lt;br /&gt;
Adorei beijar o sal da sua boca&lt;br /&gt;
O sol ilumina o quanto estou louca&lt;br /&gt;
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O céu apagando as estrelas já sentem saudades nós&lt;br /&gt;
E a luz nos resgata delas como se tivesse voz&lt;br /&gt;
Grita através das ondas nos arrastando pro que tem de mais amor&lt;br /&gt;
Vamos pra casa dormir, graças à Deus, com o melhor sabor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430266455966793681-210130451443312914?l=mireabilite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Com certeza este é o mês que está durando mais&lt;br /&gt;
É quase como se o tempo nem se importasse em passar&lt;br /&gt;
Mas eu não ligo, pra mim tanto faz&lt;br /&gt;
Pra frente, pra trás, parado, em qualquer tempo hei de te amar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ás vezes o tempo bate de frente e me mostra um ano inteiro muito intenso&lt;br /&gt;
Sem duvida o caminho mais longo que já percorri com alguém&lt;br /&gt;
Temos a sensação de ter plantando ontem a semente desse amor imenso &lt;br /&gt;
Acho que o próprio tempo enganamos e fazemos refém (ou ele nos faz?)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Perdi o raciocínio no momento em que soube que você havia chegado&lt;br /&gt;
Seu perfume me roubou o restante das palavras que eu queria tanto dizer &lt;br /&gt;
E agora, neste quarto mais que só vi que o relógio ficou atrasado&lt;br /&gt;
E que os segundos giram mais rapidamente pra perto de você.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430266455966793681-2308587612394831938?l=mireabilite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Uma pilha de nervos disfarçada em despreocupação&lt;br /&gt;
Assumo: Estou nervosa... melhor, ansiosa!&lt;br /&gt;
Vou ter um troço qualquer do coração &lt;br /&gt;
Em tudo que faço pareço ociosa.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Coisa de mulher totalmente pertubada pelos hormônios&lt;br /&gt;
Nada precisa fazer exatamente sentido &lt;br /&gt;
Guerra e paz são palavrões sinônimos&lt;br /&gt;
O que está certo está provavelmente perdido&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Posso explodir de raiva, de tristeza ou de amor&lt;br /&gt;
Nem mesmo eu sei a hora certa de dizer coisa alguma&lt;br /&gt;
Se eu parecer descontrolada, me perdoe, por favor!&lt;br /&gt;
Com tudo isso, minha intenção é nenhuma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430266455966793681-6886602725717055689?l=mireabilite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7dGxxrso1lA/TwzSHNZa9WI/AAAAAAAABi8/4UqT3PgNNi0/s1600/dddd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7dGxxrso1lA/TwzSHNZa9WI/AAAAAAAABi8/4UqT3PgNNi0/s320/dddd.jpg" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eu queria GRITAR!&lt;br /&gt;
E como muitos talvez me julguem louca&lt;br /&gt;
Vou cantar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lembrando que posso desafinar&lt;br /&gt;
Tape os ouvidos,&lt;br /&gt;
Mas não venha me calar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ficaria nua&lt;br /&gt;
Porém pediriam minha internação imediata:&lt;br /&gt;
FORA DA RUA!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Então danço tentando possuir a lua&lt;br /&gt;
Improvisei os passos&lt;br /&gt;
Se não fizer sentido, conduza fazendo-me sua!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eu gozo&lt;br /&gt;
Faço de conta não ser comigo&lt;br /&gt;
E GOSTO!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A canção precisa continuar aposto&lt;br /&gt;
Fingem não ver&lt;br /&gt;
Mas estão adorando ter como endosso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430266455966793681-2347536948854836859?l=mireabilite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Estou ouvindo pra não me perceber sozinha&lt;br /&gt;
Ondulando sobre a partitura, sob suas linhas&lt;br /&gt;
Cresço em cada nota que reconheço&lt;br /&gt;
Continuo dançando quando as esqueço&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tocaria a canção se me dessem um instrumento,&lt;br /&gt;
Mas através do meu corpo se ouve mais nitidamente.&lt;br /&gt;
Parece mais uma das histórias que invento,&lt;br /&gt;
Só que você também pode sentir, e digo, intensamente&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Todas as outras músicas se convergem à minha&lt;br /&gt;
Meu olhar adquire o poder de uma rainha&lt;br /&gt;
Enquanto orquestro foi-se o mal do qual padeço&lt;br /&gt;
Compassadas ao ritmo do meu coração, as obedeço&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fecho os olhos e o volume grita aos meu ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;
Uma veracidade afoita de tudo o que sou enquanto gente .&lt;br /&gt;
A musicalidade é irressistível aos meus sentidos&lt;br /&gt;
E adorando meus movimentos sei que também a sente &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Há dias em que a dúvida toma conta do meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;
Basta pouco pra que me asole no peito um abatimento&lt;br /&gt;
Tudo isso não tem a menor razão de ser&lt;br /&gt;
Por isso, é inexplicável como se faz crescer&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Peças pelo tempo pregadas em minha mente&lt;br /&gt;
Há uma insistência em tornar a minha alma doente&lt;br /&gt;
Talvez uma hora dessas eu provavelmente enlouqueça&lt;br /&gt;
E o próprio tempo fará com que eu desapareça&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mas assim como os pensamentos tentam me matar&lt;br /&gt;
A realidade viva está sempre no meu encalço a me salvar&lt;br /&gt;
A vida se intensifica de maneiras tão diversas&lt;br /&gt;
Plenas em Deus se em amor estiverem&amp;nbsp; imersas&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tristezas e dúvidas desaparecem com tal rapidez&lt;br /&gt;
Que felicidade de repente parece até insensatez&lt;br /&gt;
Contudo, sou eu, toda vez que me envolve em seu abraço&lt;br /&gt;
E não tenho medo ou vergonha, vivo sem embaraço.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430266455966793681-8991185698681071704?l=mireabilite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Quanto mais tempo, mais se descobre as coisas&lt;br /&gt;
As que se gosta, aquelas que nem tanto assim e outras que de jeito nenhum&lt;br /&gt;
Quanto mais tempo, mais se discute&lt;br /&gt;
Pelo meio termo ou pelo prazer egoísta, porém mais pelo bem comum.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quanto mais tempo, mais íntimos um do outro&lt;br /&gt;
Lê-se pensamentos e caretas, responde-se sem perguntar&lt;br /&gt;
Quanto mais tempo, mais confuso o tempo&lt;br /&gt;
Não se sabe se mais, se menos, até se esquece de contar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quanto mais tempo, mais se sonha com o futuro&lt;br /&gt;
Medo de não estarmos juntos, medo de tudo juntos realizarmos&lt;br /&gt;
Quanto mais tempo, mais eu amo&lt;br /&gt;
Mais disso tudo quero a cada passo que caminharmos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430266455966793681-7912669806484375504?l=mireabilite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Tenho visto mais delicadeza em mim do que gostaria&lt;br /&gt;
A fera que eu conhecia em mim certamente detestaria&lt;br /&gt;
Choro sem motivo, de tristeza ou de alegria&lt;br /&gt;
Até as música que ouço são mais melosas do que eu diria &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Parece que esqueci-me como é ser forte como um homem&lt;br /&gt;
Quando atacam-me as paredes, o chão, o céu somem&lt;br /&gt;
E ao vez de revidar com um soco peço colo, abraço...&lt;br /&gt;
Minha alma feminina tomou conta de todo meu espaço.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O pior é não achar nada disso ruim em parte alguma&lt;br /&gt;
Nem desejar que em parte, ao menos, isso suma&lt;br /&gt;
Amo a raiz desse bem que não me deixa esmorecer&lt;br /&gt;
Baixei as armas instintivamente por causa de você&lt;br /&gt;
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Corpos ébrios recitando inconscientes tudo o que a libido compõe.&lt;br /&gt;
O cair da tarde antecipando as lúxurias que a noite se dispõe.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Casualidade ensaiada em sua bêbada sensualidade!&lt;br /&gt;
Prazer étereo saboreado com total sobriedade!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Beijos extasiados embebidos em uisque e desejo sexual, &lt;br /&gt;
As mãos procurando etílicamente mutuo gozo extrasensorial.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O furor embriaga cada ponto de excitação...&lt;br /&gt;
O prazer sentido é infinitamente são...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Voluptuosidade que se pode beber entre as pernas.&lt;br /&gt;
Gemidos cantam a plenitude das sensações tornando-se externa.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O peito arfando e os olhos se dando conta de que a noite já caiu&lt;br /&gt;
O corpo sorrindo satisfeito por toda energia e todo amor que se emergiu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430266455966793681-1450383391967158381?l=mireabilite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Vemos o Natal se fundamentar cada vez mais no capital&lt;br /&gt;Boas ações que deveriam ser costume tomam um ar sobrenatural&lt;br /&gt;Poucas são as famílias que o celebram de forma tradiocional&lt;br /&gt;Poucos são o que podem oferecer uma ceia sensacional&lt;br /&gt;E eu pergunto, quantos de nós celebrou Jesus neste natal?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Inspirado em &lt;a href="http://cronicasdamulherdumbebado.wordpress.com/2011/12/28/rimas-de-natal/#comment-833"&gt;Rimas de Natal&lt;/a&gt;, do blog &lt;b&gt;Crônicas da mulher dum bêbado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430266455966793681-2529780358227133263?l=mireabilite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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São seus gestos mais simples que me conquistam&lt;br /&gt;
A espontaneidade dos seus desejos me erotizam&lt;br /&gt;
E eu fico querendo ir com você&lt;br /&gt;
Pois lhe disse não por dizer&lt;br /&gt;
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Dizem que não convem a mim entregar-me assim&lt;br /&gt;
Convenço-me de que vale a pena esperar, por fim.&lt;br /&gt;
Seu pedido tece novas cores na minha imaginação&lt;br /&gt;
A carência de nós dois preenche minha intenção&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Correspondo e compartilho dos seus sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;
Conspira a intensidade de nossos movimentos&lt;br /&gt;
Faze em pensamento nosso prazer&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qLVcVlorEN8/TwPJDHFz9cI/AAAAAAAABiU/RCK44CObEVM/s1600/images.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qLVcVlorEN8/TwPJDHFz9cI/AAAAAAAABiU/RCK44CObEVM/s1600/images.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Um arcanjo, a mulher, o sim&lt;br /&gt;
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À presença do Espiríto Santo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Um homem, o casamento, o sim&lt;br /&gt;
À anunciação do anjo!&lt;br /&gt;
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A natureza, uma estrela &lt;br /&gt;
O amor de Deus na Terra&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Uma família, Um Deus&lt;br /&gt;
 Luz das nações na Terra.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Seu amor me emociona, me enche os olhos&lt;br /&gt;
De um intenso contentamento que não cabe apenas ao sorriso exprimir&lt;br /&gt;
Sinto a paz se afirmando dentro do meu peito&lt;br /&gt;
E a lágrima assumi a emoção e as palavras que tento redigir&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sei o quanto o meu amor te alcança&lt;br /&gt;
Pelos desejos que antecipa antes que meus pensamentos se deem conta&lt;br /&gt;
Somos a plenitude do amor&lt;br /&gt;
Amigo, romântico, corporal, etéreo em qualquer face que se desponta&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Me envolva com seu cheiro&lt;br /&gt;
Aninha minha alma onde acordar não significa parar de sonhar&lt;br /&gt;
Diz de novo que me ama&lt;br /&gt;
Embora eu saiba e possa ler claramente as mesmas palavras no seu olhar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430266455966793681-8257557837208324111?l=mireabilite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Tantas coisas poderiam me inquietar a alma&lt;br /&gt;
Eu mesma, às vezes, me pergunto de onde vem tanta calma&lt;br /&gt;
Não penso no que ainda há de me afligir&lt;br /&gt;
Ansear não me permite no presente fluir&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Há tanto no que esperar&lt;br /&gt;
E não há como antecipar&lt;br /&gt;
Tudo tem sua bendita hora&lt;br /&gt;
Peço a benção de Deus agora&lt;br /&gt;
O meu futuro a Ti pertence&lt;br /&gt;
Vem, Senhor, vence!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eu tenho motivos aceitáveis pra me desesperar&lt;br /&gt;
Ignoro todos e sou capaz de racionalmente pensar&lt;br /&gt;
Há Graças dos céus mesmo nos caminhos tortuosos&lt;br /&gt;
Portanto, dai graças mesmo nos dias dolorosos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430266455966793681-7583439180176654813?l=mireabilite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Parece até que ignoro o clima natalino no ar&lt;br /&gt;
Sobressai-se apenas o que me faz chorar&lt;br /&gt;
E por mais que eu tente não consigo evitar&lt;br /&gt;
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Gostaria de ter mais do que me orgulhar&lt;br /&gt;
Que todos a minha volta soubessem o que é amar&lt;br /&gt;
E por total ciência tornasse hábito o executar&lt;br /&gt;
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Sinto raiva por só poder sonhar&lt;br /&gt;
Enquanto choro de nervoso quero também brigar&lt;br /&gt;
E, por isso, torna-se maior omeu pesar&lt;br /&gt;
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Oro procurando desabafar... me acalmar&lt;br /&gt;
Aparecem as felicidades que fazem pensar&lt;br /&gt;
Termino agradecendo ainda que queira lamentar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430266455966793681-8116718594031091969?l=mireabilite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Me sinto especialmente confusa, perdida, temerosa...&lt;br /&gt;
Não espero que ninguém compreenda&lt;br /&gt;
E de forma alguma quero parecer tendenciosa&lt;br /&gt;
Juro que não sei de que minha lágrima se alimenta&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aceite minha garantia de que não há nada&lt;br /&gt;
Enlouqueço tão alto que nem eu sei como me preocupar&lt;br /&gt;
E com isso não ouso me fazer vitimada&lt;br /&gt;
Só queria calar as vozes que não param de falar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Apenas me segure em seu colo quando eu te abraçar&lt;br /&gt;
É quando eu sinto o universo inteiro junto a mim&lt;br /&gt;
Provavelmente chorarei, de novo, ao sentir seu olhar me abençoar&lt;br /&gt;
E conforme tudo que sinto e já senti, só poderia ser assim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430266455966793681-8017026388871211764?l=mireabilite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Não consigo estender as linhas.&lt;br /&gt;
O que realmente quero dizer, censuro!&lt;br /&gt;
As palavras não teriam o mesmo efeito com que as imagino&lt;br /&gt;
E quem quer que as lessem julgaria baixo, vulgar...&lt;br /&gt;
E não é.&lt;br /&gt;
Entenda que não posso romantizar, não sei.&lt;br /&gt;
Atenuaria a intensidade do quero expressar.&lt;br /&gt;
Talvez eu tema a repressão&lt;br /&gt;
Ou talvez eu não queira me auto-intimidar.&lt;br /&gt;
Fato é que não vou dizer, nem escrever...&lt;br /&gt;
Se o tempo permitir, farei!&lt;br /&gt;
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Não, não choro por dor porque dor não sinto&lt;br /&gt;
Mas pela tamanha intensidade que se faz dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;
Não&amp;nbsp; sei julgar onde começa um e termina o outro&lt;br /&gt;
Saudade e desejo se misturam, se&amp;nbsp; confundem em mim&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Meus olhos vertem lágrimas de alegria e desespero&lt;br /&gt;
Durmo desejando e acordo, com boca semi-aberta, sonhando!&lt;br /&gt;
Quanto mais prazer mais faço questão da sua presença&lt;br /&gt;
Sempre que chegaa é como se continuassemos, juntos, sonhando!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430266455966793681-662814724051994095?l=mireabilite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Infindável&lt;br /&gt;
Zeloso&lt;br /&gt;
Louvável&lt;br /&gt;
Impetuoso&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eloquente&lt;br /&gt;
Puro&lt;br /&gt;
Contundente&lt;br /&gt;
Seguro&lt;br /&gt;
...&lt;br /&gt;
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Sedutor&lt;br /&gt;
Modesto&lt;br /&gt;
Abrasador&lt;br /&gt;
Honesto&lt;br /&gt;
...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ingênuo&lt;br /&gt;
Peregrino &lt;br /&gt;
Estrênuo&lt;br /&gt;
Divino&lt;br /&gt;
... &lt;br /&gt;
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A distância me faz pensar que foi um sonho&lt;/div&gt;
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Coisas que eu só poderia imaginar&lt;/div&gt;
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Embora eu não acredite nem por um segundo&lt;/div&gt;
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Curto as impressões que tentam me dominar&lt;/div&gt;
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Fecho os olhos buscando sentir...&lt;/div&gt;
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Se imaginei estive lá novamente&lt;/div&gt;
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Tentando concluir o sonho sem êxito,&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;De vários modos,
propositalmente.&lt;/div&gt;
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Sinto estar prestes a acordar&lt;/div&gt;
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Nem por isso sinto as paredes desmoronarem&lt;/div&gt;
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Pelo contrário se mantém ainda mais firmes&lt;/div&gt;
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Pro momento em
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Você é o louco nas minhas lembranças&lt;br /&gt;
Tentando me dar o mundo&lt;br /&gt;
Que nos julga ainda meras crianças&lt;br /&gt;
Mergulhando no obscuro profundo&lt;br /&gt;
Das incertezas que emolduram o futuro&lt;br /&gt;
Que não se pode ver, mas já se deseja&lt;br /&gt;
E nem por isso deixa de ser seguro&lt;br /&gt;
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Amor que ouve&lt;br /&gt;
Quer saber se estou bem&lt;br /&gt;
E caso eu minta&lt;br /&gt;
Ve em meus olhos o que me retem&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Não procuro nada&lt;br /&gt;
Mas nele me vejo refletida&lt;br /&gt;
Me faço tua&lt;br /&gt;
E as vontades são permanecidas&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sem aparente razão&lt;br /&gt;
Quis escrever esta canção...&lt;br /&gt;
Presente de Deus,&lt;br /&gt;
Presente dos céus&lt;br /&gt;
Pra acalmar seu coração&lt;br /&gt;
Ouça: Quem já venceu a tentação&lt;br /&gt;
Sabe que a derrota é apenas uma ilusão&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Agora quero sua lágrima&lt;br /&gt;
Presa nas ondas do mar&lt;br /&gt;
E caso seja impossível&lt;br /&gt;
Sou toda sua pra você desabafar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Levante voo&lt;br /&gt;
Quando não souber como caminhar&lt;br /&gt;
Se não puderes&lt;br /&gt;
Empresto as minhas asas pra que possas voar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430266455966793681-965759380113977600?l=mireabilite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Antes do olhar, secretamente, eu já te queria&lt;br /&gt;
Mas é algo de que tão infinito eu não imaginaria&lt;br /&gt;
Andei em sua direção como se soubesse o que fazia&lt;br /&gt;
Dissertei banalidades sem me dar conta do que dizia&lt;br /&gt;
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E através de um beijo revelei-me como sou&lt;br /&gt;
Surpreende-me a intensidade com que minha alma te abraçou&lt;br /&gt;
Olho pra tudo isso que nos conquistou&lt;br /&gt;
Se deixamos (em algum momento) de acreditar o céus por nós orou&lt;br /&gt;
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Vejo meu olhar dentro do seu&lt;br /&gt;
O seu amor fazendo parte do meu&lt;br /&gt;
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Toques que leem meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;
Se entregam ao seu cuidado no mesmo momento&lt;br /&gt;
As palavras aprenderam a voar com o vento&lt;br /&gt;
Das minhas vitórias ao seu coração atento&lt;br /&gt;
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Porque é divino ser amor o tempo todo&lt;br /&gt;
Além do beijo, pra bem mais além do corpo&lt;br /&gt;
A alma entende tudo embora o olhar diga tão pouco&lt;br /&gt;
Em qualquer tempo ou medida nosso amor é novo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/430266455966793681-1458155066588764354?l=mireabilite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Há dias em que acordamos e o sol não brilha&lt;/div&gt;
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Ao menos pra nós&lt;/div&gt;
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As sombras do medo parecem nos perseguir&lt;/div&gt;
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Pra onde quer que vamos&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas sempre há aquele sorriso que nos ilumina&lt;/div&gt;
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Conhecido ou não&lt;/div&gt;
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Apertam o peito e a vontade de prosseguir&lt;/div&gt;
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Ao mesmo tempo&lt;/div&gt;
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Deus se faz presente nas horas improváveis&lt;/div&gt;
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E óbvias, é claro!&lt;/div&gt;
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Em cada pessoa ou gesto que nos é dado&lt;/div&gt;
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É Deus ali, aqui...&lt;/div&gt;
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Dê menos importância às coisas lamentáveis&lt;/div&gt;
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Mesmo que seja impossível&lt;/div&gt;
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Reze pra que seja maior o que por nós é amado&lt;/div&gt;
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