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Bienvenidos!!!Angélica Macedo (Angelgoiabinha)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801295479023403087noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852341045743884534.post-85575418545555988052011-12-09T23:30:00.002-02:002011-12-09T23:36:50.658-02:002011-12-09T23:36:50.658-02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_1rpBo2XZXM/TuK2DKa-CrI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/qiPAIqLa4qU/s1600/livre.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="160" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_1rpBo2XZXM/TuK2DKa-CrI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/qiPAIqLa4qU/s200/livre.png" width="200" /></a></div><br /> <div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: purple;">D</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">e</span>ixe-me divagar nesse sonho que me leva a lugar nunca visto e por mim nunca provado...</span></span></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;">Se me perder e não encontrar o caminho de volta?</span></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;">Abrirei os olhos e tudo terá acabado!</span></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #494949; font-family: Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"><br /> </span></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #494949; font-family: Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"><br style="background-color: white;" /></span></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Angelica Santos Macedo</span></span><br /> <div style="background-color: white; cursor: pointer; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852341045743884534-8557541854555598805?l=poemasdeangelgoiabinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AmoYG05CabrM2928XQ73X69YFpE/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AmoYG05CabrM2928XQ73X69YFpE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AmoYG05CabrM2928XQ73X69YFpE/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AmoYG05CabrM2928XQ73X69YFpE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PoemasDeAngelgoiabinha/~4/puurPfz-Kfk" height="1" width="1"/>Angélica Macedo (Angelgoiabinha)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801295479023403087noreply@blogger.com0http://poemasdeangelgoiabinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/deixe-me.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852341045743884534.post-71679034405106613602011-12-01T18:06:00.000-02:002011-12-01T18:06:47.341-02:002011-12-01T18:06:47.341-02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9glNNFTA__g/Ttfd2CXIQ7I/AAAAAAAAAQI/vj1_AXpZgjY/s1600/caminhando%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="193" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9glNNFTA__g/Ttfd2CXIQ7I/AAAAAAAAAQI/vj1_AXpZgjY/s200/caminhando%255B1%255D.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /> <br /> <span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"></span><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">Lembranças,</div><div style="text-align: center;">faz rir a toa</div><div style="text-align: center;">machuca,faz cair lágrima</div><div style="text-align: center;">faz reviver o momento,</div><div style="text-align: center;">faz pensar que tudo foi um sonho&nbsp;</div><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;">e é hora de voltar a realidade,</div><div style="text-align: center;">mesmo que venha uma pitada de saudade</div><div style="text-align: center;">estarei aqui vivendo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">refazendo</div><div style="text-align: center;">errando,</div><div style="text-align: center;">tropeçando,</div><div style="text-align: center;">levantando,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;">caminhando.</span>.</div></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852341045743884534-7167903440510661360?l=poemasdeangelgoiabinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_FWrKMepbSHjYmQB8fHNyNxgVTg/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_FWrKMepbSHjYmQB8fHNyNxgVTg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_FWrKMepbSHjYmQB8fHNyNxgVTg/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_FWrKMepbSHjYmQB8fHNyNxgVTg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PoemasDeAngelgoiabinha/~4/N824LR7QUTM" height="1" width="1"/>Angélica Macedo (Angelgoiabinha)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801295479023403087noreply@blogger.com0http://poemasdeangelgoiabinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/lembrancas.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852341045743884534.post-16157702893051530632011-10-14T21:49:00.000-03:002011-10-14T21:49:46.682-03:002011-10-14T21:49:46.682-03:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tyh45Zcjapw/TpjYYYrQCgI/AAAAAAAAAP4/78OvEIYEt3s/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tyh45Zcjapw/TpjYYYrQCgI/AAAAAAAAAP4/78OvEIYEt3s/s1600/images.jpg" /></a></div><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"></span></span><br /> <div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">Pensamento que não quer calar,<br /> Vem em minha mente,<br /> faz bagunça de repente<br /> em meus sonhos torna-se algo caliente<br /> em minha cabeça nunca está ausente<br /> mesmo que fisicamente jamais esteve presente,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">Pensamento torna novamente,<br /> dá voltas<br /> lembrança traz sorriso<br /> por minutos contente fico<br /> mas quando procuro em silêncio me limito<br /> fica difícil continuar a pensar<br /> por medo de ver aonde esse pensamento vai me levar!</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">Angélica Santos Macedo</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852341045743884534-1615770289305153063?l=poemasdeangelgoiabinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lYk5qIPdQDpvwsAPZ5xgesq6jaY/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lYk5qIPdQDpvwsAPZ5xgesq6jaY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lYk5qIPdQDpvwsAPZ5xgesq6jaY/1/da"><img 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/> <br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><br /> </span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;">Esquece teu passado,<br /> Te convido a viver o meu presente.<br /> Vem fugir comigo,<br /> Seremos livres,<br /> Seremos só eu e você.<br /> Mergulhe no meu mar...<br /> que eu te envolvo,<br /> prove da minha água sem medo,<br /> e deixe-se aproveitar das maravilhas que tenho a te dar<br /> Vem,<br /> Deixe-me ser capaz de fazê-lo acreditar<br /> num amor que bate à sua porta,<br /> e você tem receio de deixar entrar.</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"><br /> </span></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;">Angélica santos Macedo</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852341045743884534-8940409035952342251?l=poemasdeangelgoiabinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wQCzaOK_4KFBuxOFGgr5lneVcvI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wQCzaOK_4KFBuxOFGgr5lneVcvI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wQCzaOK_4KFBuxOFGgr5lneVcvI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wQCzaOK_4KFBuxOFGgr5lneVcvI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PoemasDeAngelgoiabinha/~4/iLzEUdr5gpQ" height="1" width="1"/>Angélica Macedo (Angelgoiabinha)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801295479023403087noreply@blogger.com0http://poemasdeangelgoiabinha.blogspot.com/2011/10/vem.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852341045743884534.post-10085817294552753552011-09-25T00:00:00.002-03:002011-09-25T00:02:31.310-03:002011-09-25T00:02:31.310-03:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zqt5drUT0HU/Tn6ZOxyK2cI/AAAAAAAAAPo/xzpFgBOxBpY/s1600/images+%25285%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zqt5drUT0HU/Tn6ZOxyK2cI/AAAAAAAAAPo/xzpFgBOxBpY/s320/images+%25285%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> Você é a poesia da qual não sei escrever,<br /> talvez por viver em meus pensamentos...<br /> O que sinto não sei descrever.<br /> <br /> Me enrolo nas palavras,<br /> confundo, difundo...<br /> Me exponho à você.<br /> <br /> Porque eu quero,<br /> desejo, sinto...<br /> <br /> Sinto seu calor ao fechar os olhos.<br /> Faço amor indiretamente,<br /> pois sei que me tocando está...<br /> em seus pensamentos.<br /> <br /> Angélica Macedo</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852341045743884534-1008581729455275355?l=poemasdeangelgoiabinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tgf5w7T_-Z4OTTb1mgZsI8jrUag/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tgf5w7T_-Z4OTTb1mgZsI8jrUag/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tgf5w7T_-Z4OTTb1mgZsI8jrUag/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tgf5w7T_-Z4OTTb1mgZsI8jrUag/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img 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1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><i></i></b></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #494949; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span></i></b></span><br /> <div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /> </span></i></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Na solidão me via,</span></i></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> com ela chorei,sofria<br /> mas também aprendia.</span></i></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Quando mais precisei,<br /> não te encontrei,<br /> eu mesma minhas lágrimas enxuguei</span></i></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Esperançosa havia me entregado,<br /> na ilusão de novamente...<br /> me ver ao seu lado.</span></i></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Você não se deu conta de quanto...<br /> havia o esperado!</span></i></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Naquele momento eu precisava,<br /> e você somente o desprezo me dava.<br /> Então não me ligue mais,<br /> e saiba...<br /> Que de você não quero mais nada.</span></i></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Angélica Macedo (Angelgoiabinha)</span></i></b></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852341045743884534-4595563829910953543?l=poemasdeangelgoiabinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mdVqRaV9C7r5FdaRNNVEZmiqGLk/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mdVqRaV9C7r5FdaRNNVEZmiqGLk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mdVqRaV9C7r5FdaRNNVEZmiqGLk/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mdVqRaV9C7r5FdaRNNVEZmiqGLk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PoemasDeAngelgoiabinha/~4/asZGV3LhZvA" height="1" width="1"/>Angélica Macedo (Angelgoiabinha)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801295479023403087noreply@blogger.com0http://poemasdeangelgoiabinha.blogspot.com/2011/03/de-voce-nao-quero-mais-nada.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852341045743884534.post-17078681885049070262011-03-04T02:26:00.001-03:002011-03-04T02:27:48.412-03:002011-03-04T02:27:48.412-03:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_LoA3WyleJs/TXB30NOUZgI/AAAAAAAAAMU/6ZzA02ftjUU/s1600/livro-7509.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_LoA3WyleJs/TXB30NOUZgI/AAAAAAAAAMU/6ZzA02ftjUU/s320/livro-7509.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #494949; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span></i></b></span><br /> <div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /> </span></i></b><br /> <b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /> </span></i></b><br /> <b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">O livro voou,<br /> caiu em minhas mãos,<br /> agarrei-o e abri.</span></i></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Quis saber o que estava escrito ali!</span></i></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Fui folheando,<br /> meus olhos percorrendo cada linha com atenção.<br /> No decorrer da leitura...<br /> Fui aliviando meu coração.</span></i></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Me pus novamente em casa,<br /> em minha habitação,<br /> graças a esse livro,<br /> que me envolveu até a alma.</span></i></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">O livro fala do nosso jeito de viver,<br /> me fazendo meus atos rever.</span></i></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ensinando que tudo tem seu tempo.<br /> Acabou o meu tormento!</span></i></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">e agora só resto agradecer,<br /> minha agonia acabou de desaparecer.</span></i></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">e assim parei de desesperar<br /> optando por orar.</span></i></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Angélica Macedo</span></i></b></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852341045743884534-1707868188504907026?l=poemasdeangelgoiabinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Gv2V9YCt1jzYbNou4OfwAeflcHE/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Gv2V9YCt1jzYbNou4OfwAeflcHE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Gv2V9YCt1jzYbNou4OfwAeflcHE/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Gv2V9YCt1jzYbNou4OfwAeflcHE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PoemasDeAngelgoiabinha/~4/ev8rB5gbRNw" height="1" width="1"/>Angélica Macedo (Angelgoiabinha)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801295479023403087noreply@blogger.com0http://poemasdeangelgoiabinha.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-livro.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852341045743884534.post-24791172184601080462011-03-02T09:50:00.000-03:002011-03-02T09:50:17.856-03:002011-03-02T09:50:17.856-03:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--YgDn4lB2kI/TW48qn65Z7I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/GSvocNOoTUo/s1600/ele+partiu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--YgDn4lB2kI/TW48qn65Z7I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/GSvocNOoTUo/s1600/ele+partiu.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #494949; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span></i></b></span><br /> <div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ele caiu em prantos,</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">partiu!</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">De trás do muro...</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">sumiu.</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Saiu dos cantos,</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">das ruas,</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">das bebidas,</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">das drogas...</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Não está mais ali,</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">está aqui.</span></i></b></div><br /> <div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Angelgoiabinha</span></i></b></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852341045743884534-2479117218460108046?l=poemasdeangelgoiabinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KLM_0Ey2cCx08a3n_rwMIifG1a4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KLM_0Ey2cCx08a3n_rwMIifG1a4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KLM_0Ey2cCx08a3n_rwMIifG1a4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KLM_0Ey2cCx08a3n_rwMIifG1a4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PoemasDeAngelgoiabinha/~4/pUDMPvRSksU" height="1" width="1"/>Angélica Macedo (Angelgoiabinha)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801295479023403087noreply@blogger.com0http://poemasdeangelgoiabinha.blogspot.com/2011/03/ele-partiu.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852341045743884534.post-40331312963584828882011-01-03T00:37:00.001-02:002011-01-03T00:37:41.119-02:002011-01-03T00:37:41.119-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZy723wa5ag/TSE2KZC_O6I/AAAAAAAAALo/ZlVmT5gUIr0/s1600/choro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZy723wa5ag/TSE2KZC_O6I/AAAAAAAAALo/ZlVmT5gUIr0/s1600/choro.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #494949; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Deitada em minha cama,<br /> na companhia de um caderno<br /> e um lápis, estou.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Não quero sair,<br /> o tempo fechou.<br /> Fechou lá fora<br /> e dentro de mim.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Pela sua demora,<br /> aqui não quer se abrir.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Passam dias,<br /> e tudo não muda.<br /> Minha boca se cala,<br /> meus olhos se inundam<br /> meus pensamentos estão em você.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Estou doente.<br /> Com saudade estou.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Por que não me liga?<br /> Por que não voltou?<br /> Por que sumiu?<br /> Por que me abandonou?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Angélica Macedo</div><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852341045743884534-4033131296358482888?l=poemasdeangelgoiabinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4zV2-GpAYw9yYfx1Tc2XxIwTzWc/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4zV2-GpAYw9yYfx1Tc2XxIwTzWc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4zV2-GpAYw9yYfx1Tc2XxIwTzWc/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4zV2-GpAYw9yYfx1Tc2XxIwTzWc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PoemasDeAngelgoiabinha/~4/slLrIXyRHtY" height="1" width="1"/>Angélica Macedo (Angelgoiabinha)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801295479023403087noreply@blogger.com0http://poemasdeangelgoiabinha.blogspot.com/2011/01/por-que-me-abandonou.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852341045743884534.post-66739605310540869832011-01-01T19:10:00.002-02:002011-01-01T19:12:29.519-02:002011-01-01T19:12:29.519-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aZy723wa5ag/TR-XzZCUrsI/AAAAAAAAALk/HoQH1R40ws0/s1600/2+CORA%25C3%2587%25C3%2595ES.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aZy723wa5ag/TR-XzZCUrsI/AAAAAAAAALk/HoQH1R40ws0/s320/2+CORA%25C3%2587%25C3%2595ES.gif" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"></span></i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"><b>São amores que vem e vão,</b></span></i></div><b><i></i></b><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"><b>São amores que falam que amam,</b></span></i></span></i></div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"><b><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">depois dizem que não.</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">Amores que nos fazem acreditar,</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">nos fazem amar e sonhar,</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">amores que o fazem,</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">para depois nos deixar.</span></i></span></div></b></span></i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"><b>Angélica Macedo</b></span></i></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852341045743884534-6673960531054086983?l=poemasdeangelgoiabinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ULA155pKvyJw6NsRDWQ40XMUovA/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ULA155pKvyJw6NsRDWQ40XMUovA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ULA155pKvyJw6NsRDWQ40XMUovA/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ULA155pKvyJw6NsRDWQ40XMUovA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PoemasDeAngelgoiabinha/~4/ARKA60cwlJE" height="1" width="1"/>Angélica Macedo (Angelgoiabinha)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801295479023403087noreply@blogger.com0http://poemasdeangelgoiabinha.blogspot.com/2011/01/sao-amores.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852341045743884534.post-15909527627253010352010-12-28T14:58:00.000-02:002010-12-28T14:58:09.704-02:002010-12-28T14:58:09.704-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aZy723wa5ag/TRoW69xj2MI/AAAAAAAAALY/_LrdRd5ZTFQ/s1600/duvida.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><i><img border="0" height="238" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aZy723wa5ag/TRoW69xj2MI/AAAAAAAAALY/_LrdRd5ZTFQ/s320/duvida.jpg" width="320" /></i></span></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><i></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><i><br /> </i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><i><br /> </i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><i><br /> </i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><i><br /> </i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><i><br /> </i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><i><br /> </i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><i><br /> </i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><i><br /> </i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><i><br /> </i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><i>O que é isso?<br /> O que é isso que sinto?<br /> Acordei sorrindo.</i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><i>Acordei com vontade de ler um livro.<br /> de cantar,<br /> e assistir um vídeo.</i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><i>O que é isso?<br /> Estou com vontade de dançar,<br /> de comer,<br /> de mais amigos ter.</i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><i>Que vontade é essa de recomeçar?<br /> de viver,<br /> de voltar a me amar,<br /> de acreditar...</i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><i>o que é isso?<br /> Alguém sabe?</i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><i>É felicidade!</i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><i>Angélica Macedo.</i></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852341045743884534-1590952762725301035?l=poemasdeangelgoiabinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_CIqvK75KTo2C8XFuUzW7G2d7rc/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_CIqvK75KTo2C8XFuUzW7G2d7rc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_CIqvK75KTo2C8XFuUzW7G2d7rc/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_CIqvK75KTo2C8XFuUzW7G2d7rc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PoemasDeAngelgoiabinha/~4/bo-DAU1NOvs" height="1" width="1"/>Angélica Macedo (Angelgoiabinha)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801295479023403087noreply@blogger.com0http://poemasdeangelgoiabinha.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-que-e-isso.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852341045743884534.post-36211627554043279492010-12-27T02:01:00.002-02:002010-12-27T21:50:59.778-02:002010-12-27T21:50:59.778-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aZy723wa5ag/TRgPXdouSQI/AAAAAAAAALI/rPodXW0LUCw/s1600/Adeus+Amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aZy723wa5ag/TRgPXdouSQI/AAAAAAAAALI/rPodXW0LUCw/s320/Adeus+Amor.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><br /> </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Não queiras desenterrar um passado,</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">pois nele,</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">tu fostes muito amado.</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">mas tu quem quiseste tornar-se do meu presente,</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">ausente!</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Tu quiseste que eu divagar-se meu caminho livremente,</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">e na sua ausência lamentasse varias vezes por ter desistido.</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Por ter me contentado que por mim seu amor nunca tinha existido.</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Depois de tanto caminho andado,</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">depois de quase tudo superado,</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">me procuras?</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">queres que da sua solidão,</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">eu seja a cura?</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Não!</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Fiques onde estás,</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">E me deixes onde estou!</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Dessa vez graças a Deus...</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">de tu nada restaste!</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Angélica Macedo</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852341045743884534-3621162755404327949?l=poemasdeangelgoiabinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bb4Buggbu4UbdCMageqfo9KJcls/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bb4Buggbu4UbdCMageqfo9KJcls/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bb4Buggbu4UbdCMageqfo9KJcls/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bb4Buggbu4UbdCMageqfo9KJcls/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img 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class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #494949; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Que pessoa é essa?<br /> que acabo de conhecer...<br /> Nem sei ao menos<br /> o que fez por mim,<br /> agradecer!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Mudou minha vida<br /> mudou meu viver,<br /> mudou minha rotina,<br /> e até meu jeito de pensar!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">É difícil vê-lo bravo,<br /> para falar a verdade...<br /> nunca vi!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Sempre calmo e boa gente,<br /> Sempre pronto a ajudar.<br /> Meu anjo da Guarda de pele e osso<br /> em forma de gente é que ele está.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Ricardo meu amigo,<br /> quando triste em seu colo me abrigo.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Mais um dia irei te ver,<br /> dessa vez é diferente<br /> pois alegre estarei,<br /> quando eu for te receber.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Angélica Macedo</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' 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0px;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Passado,<br /> por que torna-se tão presente<br /> em meu sub-consciente,<br /> me lembrando daquela gente,<br /> Passado,<br /> nele muitos estavam ausente...<br /> Prefiro meu presente!<br /> me traz surpresas,<br /> me deixa contente.<br /> Eu quero olhar para frente!<br /> Seguir meu rumo,<br /> sair de cima do muro,<br /> construir meu futuro<br /> e deixar o passado pra lá.</span></i></b></div><div style="color: #494949; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Angélica Macedo</span></i></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852341045743884534-5424549250226721668?l=poemasdeangelgoiabinha.blogspot.com' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aZy723wa5ag/THL34ODPLkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/c1DpLMqJzBs/s1600/bruxatonta.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aZy723wa5ag/THL34ODPLkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/c1DpLMqJzBs/s320/bruxatonta.gif" width="260" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><b>Peço desculpas por &nbsp;demorar para atualizar nosso cantinho.Porém voltei a estudar e tudo vai melhorar daqui pra frente!</b><br /> <b>Logo estarei postando novos poemas.</b><br /> <b><br /> </b><br /> <b>♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥&nbsp;</b><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /> </b></div><b>Ps: "Por favor &nbsp;respeitem o nome de cada autor dos poemas postados... fica difícil postar algo que não será reconhecido depois, pelo fato de que passam os poemas de mão em mão e não reconhecem quem se dedicou a fazê-los"</b><br /> <b><br /> </b><br /> <b>Beijos adocicados à todos!</b><br /> <b><br /> </b><br /> <b>Angelgoiabinha,</b><br /> <b>Angélica Macedo</b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852341045743884534-3979099316551212212?l=poemasdeangelgoiabinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yaiE2BqkE7o3ApldXbxj9OoUnM0/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yaiE2BqkE7o3ApldXbxj9OoUnM0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yaiE2BqkE7o3ApldXbxj9OoUnM0/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yaiE2BqkE7o3ApldXbxj9OoUnM0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PoemasDeAngelgoiabinha/~4/Jo8BE_ydbUA" height="1" width="1"/>Angélica Macedo (Angelgoiabinha)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801295479023403087noreply@blogger.com1http://poemasdeangelgoiabinha.blogspot.com/2010/08/ola-querido-leitor.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852341045743884534.post-89782726181878910172010-08-01T09:36:00.002-03:002011-10-15T13:21:11.518-03:002011-10-15T13:21:11.518-03:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aZy723wa5ag/TFVp_9jwC4I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lSBG76QF4Z0/s1600/poetisa.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aZy723wa5ag/TFVp_9jwC4I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lSBG76QF4Z0/s320/poetisa.gif" /></a></div><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <i><b>Escrevendo com gosto e muito amor,<br /> Vai tecendo um poema</b></i><br /> <i><b>Não só de alegria<br /> também de dor,<br /> não só de ilusão,<br /> também de amor.</b></i><br /> <i><b>Essa poetisa não é oficial,<br /> também não é tão simples<br /> Sabe ser um tanto radical.</b></i><br /> <i><b>Faz tudo porque gosta,<br /> de seus pensamentos,<br /> poesia faz prosa.</b></i><br /> <i><b>Poetisa não oficial,<br /> pela sociedade não conhecida,<br /> Que vontade minha,<br /> um dia ser reconhecida.</b></i><br /> <i><b>Em seu íntimo um sonho,<br /> de se tornar mais uma,<br /> entre os melodramáticos.</b></i><br /> <i><b>Não é diferente de ninguém.<br /> Só tentando que o destino e seu dom<br /> faça dela um alguém!</b></i><br /> <br /> <i><b>Angelgoiabinha</b></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852341045743884534-8978272618187891017?l=poemasdeangelgoiabinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_UgHqlIl4B6by-Mss8oO3TvEgaE/0/da"><img 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aZy723wa5ag/TE1Y_O4c8JI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ykl6t6g2sxo/s320/Solid%C3%A3o.jpg" /></a><i><b></b></i></div><i><b><br /> </b></i><br /> <i><b><br /> </b></i><br /> <i><b><br /> </b></i><br /> <i><b><br /> </b></i><br /> <i><b><br /> </b></i><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <i><b>Triste é saber,<br /> Ouvir um outro alguém me dizer.</b></i><br /> <i><b>Que não pode ser meu,<br /> &nbsp;</b></i><br /> <i><b>Outra vez,<br /> não irei me deparar<br /> nos braços seus.</b></i><br /> <br /> <i><b>No seu calor,<br /> Em seu aconchego</b></i><br /> <i><b>coração grita dor...</b></i><br /> <br /> <i><b>Nem mais um abraço<br /> nem mais um beijo.</b></i><br /> <br /> <i><b>Dor que sinto em meu peito,<br /> se te vejo ou não<br /> Não faz mais a diferença!</b></i><br /> <br /> <i><b>Sempre estarei só<br /> Encontro-me novamente,<br /> em tormenta solidão.</b></i><br /> <br /> <i><b>Angelgoiabinha S2</b></i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852341045743884534-4037222507983854142?l=poemasdeangelgoiabinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H0ZIOgsEGiQG8wQRUm7Eo8BWcOU/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H0ZIOgsEGiQG8wQRUm7Eo8BWcOU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H0ZIOgsEGiQG8wQRUm7Eo8BWcOU/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H0ZIOgsEGiQG8wQRUm7Eo8BWcOU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PoemasDeAngelgoiabinha/~4/hng_D59pCRE" height="1" width="1"/>Angélica Macedo (Angelgoiabinha)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801295479023403087noreply@blogger.com0http://poemasdeangelgoiabinha.blogspot.com/2010/07/solidao.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852341045743884534.post-21270274152767550582010-07-20T20:47:00.000-03:002010-07-20T20:47:56.804-03:002010-07-20T20:47:56.804-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZy723wa5ag/TEY1hFDNHhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/WE23FfIp02w/s1600/dia+do+amigo.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZy723wa5ag/TEY1hFDNHhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/WE23FfIp02w/s320/dia+do+amigo.gif" /></a></div><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Olá leitores,</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b> Passando para desejar um imenso dia a todos.</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>O que sou eu sem vocês?!</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Angelgoiabinha </b></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852341045743884534-2127027415276755058?l=poemasdeangelgoiabinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vbO46c_woamw4jfG5LeJUO3yNjw/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vbO46c_woamw4jfG5LeJUO3yNjw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vbO46c_woamw4jfG5LeJUO3yNjw/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vbO46c_woamw4jfG5LeJUO3yNjw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PoemasDeAngelgoiabinha/~4/-oA_jc2Ssao" height="1" width="1"/>Angélica Macedo (Angelgoiabinha)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801295479023403087noreply@blogger.com0http://poemasdeangelgoiabinha.blogspot.com/2010/07/feliz-dia-do-amigo.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852341045743884534.post-63270305709311075202010-07-15T13:29:00.000-03:002010-07-15T13:29:25.960-03:002010-07-15T13:29:25.960-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><b><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aZy723wa5ag/TD83APsNWdI/AAAAAAAAAJE/xt5kKoiP1VE/s1600/te+quiero.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aZy723wa5ag/TD83APsNWdI/AAAAAAAAAJE/xt5kKoiP1VE/s320/te+quiero.gif" /></a></b></i></div><i><b><br /> </b></i><br /> <i><b><br /> </b></i><br /> <i><b><br /> </b></i><br /> <br /> <i><b>Não irei mais pensar em ti<br /> Se fui eu que muito tempo perdi.</b></i><br /> <br /> <i><b>Cansei de correr atrás,<br /> tú nada fizeste rapaz.</b></i><br /> <br /> <i><b>Acho que fui eu<br /> que dei-me demais.</b></i><br /> <br /> <i><b>Agora sou eu,<br /> quem não te quer mais!</b></i><br /> <br /> <i><b>Doeu,doeu demais&nbsp;</b></i><br /> <i><b>mas o que passou, passou!<br /> e o tempo não volta jamais!</b></i><br /> <br /> <i><b>Vou simplesmente correr atrás,<br /> da vida que deixei em vão,<br /> e de tudo que perdi por esse rapaz.</b></i><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <i><b>Angelgoiabinha</b></i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852341045743884534-6327030570931107520?l=poemasdeangelgoiabinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-BMEAkzX8FoOTgmBjK0eeySYuSM/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-BMEAkzX8FoOTgmBjK0eeySYuSM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-BMEAkzX8FoOTgmBjK0eeySYuSM/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-BMEAkzX8FoOTgmBjK0eeySYuSM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PoemasDeAngelgoiabinha/~4/hMfyaiL9cnc" height="1" width="1"/>Angélica Macedo (Angelgoiabinha)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801295479023403087noreply@blogger.com0http://poemasdeangelgoiabinha.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-que-passoupassou.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852341045743884534.post-69431146452726996022010-07-14T18:37:00.004-03:002010-07-17T00:39:09.689-03:002010-07-17T00:39:09.689-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <div style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>Amanheceu</b></i></div><div style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>Hoje o sol não apareceu!</b></i></div><div style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b><br /> </b></i></div><div style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>Não irei me escaldar</b></i></div><div style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>em tamanho calor</b></i></div><div style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>o clima não irá esquentar.</b></i></div><div style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b><br /> </b></i></div><div style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>Também não irei de frio</b></i></div><div style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>reclamar,</b></i></div><div style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>de hipotermia</b></i></div><div style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>meu corpo não sofrerá!</b></i></div><div style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b><br /> </b></i></div><div style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>Graças a Deus!</b></i></div><div style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b><br /> </b></i></div><div style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>Hoje o dia aos meus olhos;</b></i></div><div style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>Perfeito!</b></i></div><div style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>brinco com palavras</b></i></div><div style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>em tamanho nubladesco!</b></i></div><div style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b><br /> </b></i></div><div style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>Para mim clima ideal</b></i></div><div style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>No país do carnaval</b></i></div><div style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b><br /> </b></i></div><div style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>No Brasil estou...</b></i></div><div style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>não no deserto,</b></i></div><div style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>nem no polo glacial!</b></i></div><div style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b><br /> </b></i></div><div style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>Mais uma vez graças a Deus!</b></i></div><div style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>isso que devemos valorizar.</b></i></div><div style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b><br /> </b></i></div><div style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>onde eu nasci,</b></i></div><div style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>onde você nasceu,</b></i></div><div style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>onde um futuro nascerá.</b></i></div><div style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b><br /> </b></i></div><div style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>Brasil que maravilhoso</b></i></div><div style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>nubladesco nos proporcionára.</b></i></div><div style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>Nada em demasia faz bem!</b></i></div><div style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b><br /> </b></i></div><div style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>Angelgoiabinha</b></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852341045743884534-6943114645272699602?l=poemasdeangelgoiabinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wbIWsx68XKg_x_HC2hBhVsup9RE/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wbIWsx68XKg_x_HC2hBhVsup9RE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wbIWsx68XKg_x_HC2hBhVsup9RE/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wbIWsx68XKg_x_HC2hBhVsup9RE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PoemasDeAngelgoiabinha/~4/zhQidd9qOto" height="1" width="1"/>Angélica Macedo (Angelgoiabinha)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801295479023403087noreply@blogger.com0http://poemasdeangelgoiabinha.blogspot.com/2010/07/nubladesco.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852341045743884534.post-53100046685635784392010-07-12T18:27:00.000-03:002010-07-12T18:27:57.493-03:002010-07-12T18:27:57.493-03:00<table style="background-color: white;"><tbody> <tr><td valign="top" width="80px"><a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Profile?uid=8002141261515326762&amp;mt=10" target="_blank"> </a></td> <td style="font-family: Verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px;" valign="top"> <a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Profile?uid=8002141261515326762&amp;mt=10" style="font-weight: bold;" target="_blank">Jose Ribeiro"JR"</a>:<br /> Eu achei Voce<br /> E voce é especial<br /> Obrigado por cada<br /> gesto de carinho por cada recado<br /> Por cada resposta<br /> Voce pra mim<br /> É mais que real<br /> Voce é de Deus<br /> Sei que foi Ele que<br /> me permitiu te encontrar<br /> Por isso teimo em sempre<br /> estar aqui. Voce é especial.<br /> Que Deus te cuide muito e sempre<br /> Obrigado por sua amizade e carinho!!!<br /> Linda noite,,, ótima semana seu amigo"J.R"&nbsp;</td><td style="font-family: Verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px;" valign="top">&nbsp;</td><td style="font-family: Verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px;" valign="top">&nbsp;</td></tr> </tbody></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852341045743884534-5310004668563578439?l=poemasdeangelgoiabinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3XyhWm_OhwU69HdQr-cgfZ6spjY/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3XyhWm_OhwU69HdQr-cgfZ6spjY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3XyhWm_OhwU69HdQr-cgfZ6spjY/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3XyhWm_OhwU69HdQr-cgfZ6spjY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PoemasDeAngelgoiabinha/~4/8EbjgvfZeOU" height="1" width="1"/>Angélica Macedo (Angelgoiabinha)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801295479023403087noreply@blogger.com0http://poemasdeangelgoiabinha.blogspot.com/2010/07/de-jose-ribeiroobrigada-pela.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852341045743884534.post-91576499188131291792010-06-13T23:50:00.002-03:002010-06-13T23:50:56.217-03:002010-06-13T23:50:56.217-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aZy723wa5ag/TBPPRI7JUOI/AAAAAAAAAIs/8E8EZofFYeA/s1600/s%C3%B3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aZy723wa5ag/TBPPRI7JUOI/AAAAAAAAAIs/8E8EZofFYeA/s320/s%C3%B3.jpg" /></a></div><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> Queria eu ser tua companhía<br /> Numa bela caminhada,<br /> Num passeio a luz do dia,<br /> Nessa data tão sonhada...<br /> Estou só...!<br /> Em minha solidão a esmo<br /> Só comigo mesmo,<br /> Eu sou meu par,<br /> nesse trajeto tão ímpar,<br /> ainda devo me acostumar...<br /> Nessa angústia;<br /> e solidão...<br /> eu me consolo,<br /> eu me acompanho.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> AngelgoiabinhaS2<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852341045743884534-5522172123248896457?l=poemasdeangelgoiabinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OQR4Tr_l0wyGjAby45Dzjeyk9DM/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OQR4Tr_l0wyGjAby45Dzjeyk9DM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OQR4Tr_l0wyGjAby45Dzjeyk9DM/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OQR4Tr_l0wyGjAby45Dzjeyk9DM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PoemasDeAngelgoiabinha/~4/hxUNh6YZQDw" height="1" width="1"/>Angélica Macedo (Angelgoiabinha)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801295479023403087noreply@blogger.com0http://poemasdeangelgoiabinha.blogspot.com/2010/06/queria.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852341045743884534.post-45713494883999509672010-05-12T11:29:00.000-03:002010-05-12T11:29:33.610-03:002010-05-12T11:29:33.610-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aZy723wa5ag/S-q7LPIKqWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-hkOXamZF2Y/s1600/solidao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aZy723wa5ag/S-q7LPIKqWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-hkOXamZF2Y/s320/solidao.jpg" /></a></div><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <b><i>Onde você está?<br /> Onde está cara metade?<br /> cansei de esperar,<br /> dias e noites,<br /> pensando,sonhando<br /> e você nada de chegar!<br /> Me aparecem pretendentes<br /> e eu me empolgo<br /> a achar que chegou,<br /> mas me engano novamente<br /> me perco por enquanto<br /> nesses desencontros,<br /> nessa angústia a te esperar,<br /> fico pensando,<br /> se vai demorar,<br /> venha logo para poder te amar,<br /> para o vazio de meu peito<br /> poder completar,<br /> Venha me conhecer,<br /> Sei que do meu jeito<br /> você vai gostar.<br /> Sou menina carente<br /> que sem você fico doente,<br /> pois estou na solidão<br /> perdida na escuridão<br /> E só você pode me resgatar.</i></b><br /> <br /> <b><i>Angelgoiabinha S2 *** </i></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852341045743884534-4571349488399950967?l=poemasdeangelgoiabinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/R5sOXi6AXyJXEXWslKg4CLuYyEs/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/R5sOXi6AXyJXEXWslKg4CLuYyEs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/R5sOXi6AXyJXEXWslKg4CLuYyEs/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/R5sOXi6AXyJXEXWslKg4CLuYyEs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PoemasDeAngelgoiabinha/~4/dn8XOUz79Jo" height="1" width="1"/>Angélica Macedo (Angelgoiabinha)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801295479023403087noreply@blogger.com0http://poemasdeangelgoiabinha.blogspot.com/2010/05/onde-voce-esta.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852341045743884534.post-41676230840409968522010-05-12T11:21:00.000-03:002010-05-12T11:21:29.047-03:002010-05-12T11:21:29.047-03:00<strong style="color: blue;">O dia de seu aniversário é uma data especial, em que você começa um novo ciclo espiritual. Aproveite-o para realizar este pequeno ritual que o ajudará a realizar seus projetos.</strong><br style="color: blue;" /><div align="justify" style="color: blue;"><br /> </div><div align="justify" style="color: blue;">No dia de seu aniversário, às 22 horas, vá para um local tranqüilo, onde possa ficar sozinho durante alguns minutos. Ajoelhe-se, voltando as palmas das mãos para cima. Então, reze o Pai Nosso e, em seguida, peça um milagre na sua vida, a realização de seus desejos e projetos pessoais (pode ser mais de um se necessário). Se estiver em casa, acenda também uma vela com um copo de água ao lado e reze pedindo aos anjos a proteção e que seu milagre seja realizado conforme a vontade divina. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8852341045743884534-4167623084040996852?l=poemasdeangelgoiabinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CdrU3W9dRZluHSZxWg4qRW0iU2o/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CdrU3W9dRZluHSZxWg4qRW0iU2o/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CdrU3W9dRZluHSZxWg4qRW0iU2o/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CdrU3W9dRZluHSZxWg4qRW0iU2o/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PoemasDeAngelgoiabinha/~4/6wBTUwuNN24" height="1" width="1"/>Angélica Macedo (Angelgoiabinha)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801295479023403087noreply@blogger.com1http://poemasdeangelgoiabinha.blogspot.com/2010/05/fazendo-um-pedido-no-dia-do-aniversario.html