tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15874407714044827282013-06-27T09:55:45.734-07:00Espaço dedicado aos meus surtos disparando palavras, longe da crítica que seca tudo e perto do coração selvagem.Vanessa Goulartthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557380633896482009noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587440771404482728.post-30263169782148326442013-06-27T09:55:00.003-07:002013-06-27T09:55:45.739-07:002013-06-27T09:55:45.739-07:00<span style="font-size: large;">O caminho não é reto</span><br /> <span style="font-size: large;">O papo é</span><br /> <span style="font-size: large;">A estrada é sinuosa, curva perigosa</span><br /> <span style="font-size: large;">Pedra à vista</span><br /> <span style="font-size: large;">Pago a vista</span><br /> <span style="font-size: large;">Os olhos da cara</span><br /> <span style="font-size: large;">Sigo a pista e sigo em frente</span><br /> <span style="font-size: large;">Contrariando os destinos</span><br /> <span style="font-size: large;">Saindo da rota</span><br /> <span style="font-size: large;">Eu caminho</span><br /> <span style="font-size: large;">Eu comigo</span><br /> <span style="font-size: large;">Eu abrigo</span><br /> <span style="font-size: large;">Conquisto a vista</span><br /> <span style="font-size: large;">A prazo</span><br /> <br /> <br />Vanessa Goulartthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557380633896482009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587440771404482728.post-86130625946954930012013-05-09T09:02:00.000-07:002013-05-09T09:02:09.131-07:002013-05-09T09:02:09.131-07:00<span style="font-size: x-large;">Desculpe foi engano</span><br /> <span style="font-size: x-large;">O que eu senti</span><br /> <span style="font-size: x-large;">O que eu sonhei</span><br /> <span style="font-size: x-large;">As possibilidades</span><br /> <span style="font-size: x-large;">Desculpe foi engano</span><br /> <span style="font-size: x-large;">A alegria, o encontro, a sintonia</span><br /> <span style="font-size: x-large;">Desculpe foi engano</span><br /> <span style="font-size: x-large;">A delícia foi delírio</span><br /> <span style="font-size: x-large;">O desejo sem cessar</span><br /> <span style="font-size: x-large;">O tesão insano</span><br /> <span style="font-size: x-large;">Desculpe foi engano</span><br /> <span style="font-size: x-large;">Vou continuar ligando</span><br /> <span style="font-size: x-large;">Um dia eu acerto o número</span>Vanessa Goulartthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557380633896482009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587440771404482728.post-39925148233644636542012-08-01T14:17:00.000-07:002012-08-01T14:17:23.973-07:002012-08-01T14:17:23.973-07:00<h2> Aonde eu quero estar, viver...</h2> <h2> Na simples cidade</h2> <h2> Quero o caminhar constante em busca de novos encontros</h2> <h2> Um lugar tão próximo que chega a ser distante</h2> <h2> Aonde se chega em um instante</h2> <h2> Em uma fração de segundo</h2> <h2> Em um fragmento de tempo </h2> <h2> A simples cidade esconde segredos</h2> <h2> Revela verdades</h2> <h2> Quero achar o caminho da simples cidade...</h2>Vanessa Goulartthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557380633896482009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587440771404482728.post-73801926923201062442012-08-01T13:55:00.001-07:002012-08-01T13:55:55.276-07:002012-08-01T13:55:55.276-07:00<h2> Sabe aqueles dias em que você não se sente suficientemente boa, suficientemente feliz, suficientemente satisfeita...</h2> <h2> Aqueles dias em que a insuficiência invade o seu ser e tudo passa a doer.&nbsp;</h2> <h2> Se o que arde cura em breve estarei curada, pois estou ardendo, estou como uma ferida aberta, exposta! Sou curadora da minha auto exposição&nbsp;</h2> <h2> Telas de memórias, sentimentos e desejos...</h2> <h2> Ser suficiente não é suficiente...</h2>Vanessa Goulartthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557380633896482009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587440771404482728.post-51267292366500055692012-01-27T04:09:00.000-08:002012-01-27T04:10:39.065-08:002012-01-27T04:10:39.065-08:00<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Como desapego do apego?</span><br /> <span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Me pego sempre com essa dúvida</span><br /> <span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Como desenraizar? Tirar o que está entranhado me faz tremer,&nbsp;</span><br /> <span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">me desconcerta, me amolece as certezas.</span><br /> <span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Por mais que o tempo remédio se faça presente</span><br /> <span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">o passado raiz insiste em permanecer</span><br /> <span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">brincando com o que eu pensei curado</span><br /> <span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Não existe cura possível</span><br /> <span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">O apego sempre pega</span><br /> <span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">puxa pelas pernas</span><br /> <span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Surpreende os sentidos.</span><br /> <span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">O apego pega.</span>Vanessa Goulartthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557380633896482009noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587440771404482728.post-40480514711914108682012-01-24T19:45:00.000-08:002012-01-24T20:10:16.753-08:002012-01-24T20:10:16.753-08:00<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Quando vejo já estou submersa</span><br /> <span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Mergulho em minhas nada calmas águas</span><br /> <span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Me falta o ar, me falta o mar, me falta...</span><br /> <span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Nada fácil se mergulhar, se encontrar no fundo</span>Vanessa Goulartthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557380633896482009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587440771404482728.post-89911155253883786942010-05-20T08:06:00.000-07:002010-05-20T08:09:10.682-07:002010-05-20T08:09:10.682-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Não vejo razão no raso das coisas</span></span></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Me sufoca a superfície</span></span></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Possibilidades escorrem pelo raso</span></span></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Quero mergulho</span></span></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Imensidão</span></span></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Não quero apoio</span></span></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Quero voo</span></span></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Não quero que dê pé</span></span></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">De pé só a minha atenção</span></span></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Pronta para esperar o inesperado</span></span></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Nada cômodo</span></span></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Como do outro lado de tudo</span></span></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Sem rede de proteção</span></span></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Correndo riscos</span></span></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Profundamente</span></span></span>Vanessa Goulartthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557380633896482009noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587440771404482728.post-8377610277164215302010-04-09T06:03:00.000-07:002012-08-01T14:19:28.288-07:002012-08-01T14:19:28.288-07:00<h2> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hoje despertei cedo, não é o meu costume</span></span></h2> <h2> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sensação de que algo espera por mim</span></span></h2> <h2> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Pede a minha urgência</span></span></h2> <h2> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Obedeço e sigo a ordem</span></span></h2> <h2> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Abro os olhos</span></span></h2> <h2> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Desperto diferente</span></span></h2> <h2> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">De perto incoerente</span></span></h2> <h2> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Pronta para o dia</span></span></h2> <h2> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Para um dia</span></span></h2> <h2> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Poder dizer que me surpreendi</span></span></h2> <h2> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Com a súbita chamada</span></span></h2> <h2> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Com o toque insistente</span></span></h2> <h2> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Toque de despertar</span></span></h2>Vanessa Goulartthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557380633896482009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587440771404482728.post-5684922302842499722010-01-31T18:24:00.000-08:002012-08-01T14:20:14.920-07:002012-08-01T14:20:14.920-07:00<h2> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Correndo sigo em frente</span></span></h2> <h2> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Bato os olhos no retrovisor</span></span></h2> <h2> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Falsa segurança que me prende à direção</span></span></h2> <h2> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Molho os olhos e percebo</span></span></h2> <h2> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span">As coisas no espelho são mais próximas do que parecem</span></span></h2> <h2> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Assim como o passado que parece distante</span></span></h2> <h2> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span">E quando menos espero me espreita</span></span></h2> <h2> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Ilusão de ótica?</span></span></h2> <h2> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Pura realidade</span></span></h2> <h2> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Passado presente</span></span></h2>Vanessa Goulartthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557380633896482009noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587440771404482728.post-82964266381367149062008-02-27T09:11:00.000-08:002008-02-27T09:33:23.384-08:002008-02-27T09:33:23.384-08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Tudo é troca</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>A troca inspira a ação</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Agir</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Quando tudo para</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Corra por fora</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Quando estagnar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Não estrague o impulso</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Persista</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Pegue o embalo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Bata as asas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Atrofiadas na retaguarda</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Decole</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Descole o peso dos pés</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Transforme chumbo em pluma</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Simplesmente voe</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Tudo passará</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong></strong></span>Vanessa Goulartthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557380633896482009noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587440771404482728.post-36078215251623023592008-02-20T08:25:00.000-08:002008-02-20T08:31:55.320-08:002008-02-20T08:31:55.320-08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Buscamos uma paixão padrão</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Pura ilusão</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Cada paixão possui os seus sintomas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Suas manias</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Seus compassos e descompassos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Cada paixão tem o seu ritmo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Suas necessidades</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Sua dose de loucura</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Sua dose de álcool</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Ela não quer virar amor</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Ela é o que é</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Não busca promoção</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Busca ferver </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Cada qual tem seu ponto de ebulição</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Cada paixão é única</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Pessoal e intransferível</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span></strong>Vanessa Goulartthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557380633896482009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587440771404482728.post-87226458469485108812008-02-12T09:44:00.000-08:002008-02-12T09:47:08.746-08:002008-02-12T09:47:08.746-08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Seu olho me decifra</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Busco uma saída</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Não me quero exposta</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Eu não sou sua resposta</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Sou sua questão</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Inverto o jogo e me preservo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Enquanto é tempo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Enquanto há tempo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Me cubro de certezas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Você me descobre com suas abstrações</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Meus argumentos se dissolvem</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Me descubra</strong></span>Vanessa Goulartthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557380633896482009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587440771404482728.post-81267228928078823662008-02-11T15:47:00.000-08:002008-02-11T15:56:33.159-08:002008-02-11T15:56:33.159-08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Hoje dei de cara com o nada</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Frente a frente encarei</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Me joguei no abismo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Nada a declarar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Além de declarações de amor </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Submersas no vácuo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Fragmentos flutuantes de sentimentos concretos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Que insistem em existir</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Permanecem tatuados</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Sob a pele</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Quem disse que o nada é oco?</strong></span>Vanessa Goulartthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557380633896482009noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587440771404482728.post-44645520232076479782008-02-07T07:46:00.000-08:002008-02-07T07:49:02.886-08:002008-02-07T07:49:02.886-08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>A metade da lua</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Ilumina o caminho</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Clarão de prata</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Meia luz</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>A metade que brilha</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>A metade que esconde</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>A metade que fala</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>A metade que cala</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>A lua que só mostra a metade</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Clareia a meta que traço</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Traço exato</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>A metade da lua me mostra inteira</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Andando na beira</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Do todo de mim</strong></span>Vanessa Goulartthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557380633896482009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587440771404482728.post-720426190064454132008-02-07T07:43:00.000-08:002008-02-07T07:46:20.209-08:002008-02-07T07:46:20.209-08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Me esforço pelo foco</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Aguço a visão</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Fotometro e miro</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Parece que sim</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>O foco me desfalca</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Desaparece e estou vaga</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Pairando pela liberdade de ser desfocada</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Sendo intensamente múltipla</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Intencionalmente diversa e divertida</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Invertida</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Sempre fui meio oposta</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>O foco me sufoca</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Enforca as possibilidades de não ser uma</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Luto para ser mais</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Ser muitas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Ser tantas</strong></span>Vanessa Goulartthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557380633896482009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587440771404482728.post-16395081375528884922008-02-07T07:34:00.000-08:002008-02-07T07:43:13.668-08:002008-02-07T07:43:13.668-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>A fantasia é a máscara</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Ilude e esconde</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Também embeleza</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Distrai a realidade</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Brinca com o discreto concreto que insiste em existir</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Alongamos o olhar e a fantasia emerge</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Como uma ilusão de ótica</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Mascaramos o real</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Lúdicos seguimos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Vestidos de sonho</strong></span></span>Vanessa Goulartthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557380633896482009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587440771404482728.post-70792020766838778782008-02-06T11:31:00.000-08:002008-02-06T11:38:44.678-08:002008-02-06T11:38:44.678-08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Inconstante</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Em constante mutação embalo a vida</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Furacão e brisa</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Nem sempre em harmonia</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Contrasto meus dias</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Por vezes derrubando fronteiras</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Outras atropelando amores</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Convivo com o paradoxo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Médica e monstra</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Mostro o que sou</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Maré revolta</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Volto à calmaria</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>E me encontro em duas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Ou mais</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Não me cobre coerência</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span></strong>Vanessa Goulartthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557380633896482009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587440771404482728.post-42382600187016572222008-01-30T08:37:00.000-08:002008-01-30T08:48:00.739-08:002008-01-30T08:48:00.739-08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Quando percebi</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Tudo estava acabado</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>As ruínas rodeavam meu presente</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Resposta de um passado rachado</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>O que era sólido virou líquido</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Virou fumaça</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;">Evaporou</span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Desapareceu</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Perder o chão</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Me fez voar</strong></span>Vanessa Goulartthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557380633896482009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587440771404482728.post-22040870429048670032008-01-30T08:12:00.000-08:002008-01-30T08:18:20.020-08:002008-01-30T08:18:20.020-08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Passo pelo mundo ao redor</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Na ponta dos pés </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>No ponto dos is</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Não me deixo perceber</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Quando quero</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Uma sombra</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Quando quero</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Um sopro</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Uma sombra protege</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Um sopro refresca</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Quando quero</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Sopro a sombra</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>E volto a mim</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span></strong>Vanessa Goulartthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557380633896482009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587440771404482728.post-42367758566150128932008-01-30T08:00:00.000-08:002008-01-30T08:06:21.818-08:002008-01-30T08:06:21.818-08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Caminho pela vida</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Olhos abertos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Atentos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Observo como respiro</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Cada detalhe revela </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>O detalhe expõe o todo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Nele está a essência</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Criei uma certa dependência de detalhes</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Preciso deles</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Sem as suas minúcias o nada impera</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Assim vivo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Detalhadamente</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span></strong>Vanessa Goulartthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557380633896482009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587440771404482728.post-28299886791132577182008-01-15T06:05:00.000-08:002008-01-15T06:20:07.418-08:002008-01-15T06:20:07.418-08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Sinto o gosto na língua</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>O sal da dor</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Inunda </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Rosto rio</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Elas brotam e deixam o seu sabor</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Salgado</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Tempero da vida</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Alimento da alma</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Quando elas invadem coroam sentimentos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Verdades úmidas </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Expostas a olho nú</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Rompendo a barreira do pudor</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Deixando o fluxo do sentimento correr</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Escorrer</strong></span>Vanessa Goulartthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557380633896482009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587440771404482728.post-13646475301260518752008-01-09T11:29:00.000-08:002008-01-15T06:03:51.496-08:002008-01-15T06:03:51.496-08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Me encontro num balaio de letras</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Nele estou e nele me acho</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Vou pescando letras</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Formando palavras</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Juntando os pedaços</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Sorteando a letra que vai dar a pista</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Do que eu sou</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Do que eu estou</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>A partir dela tudo surge</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Tudo sangra</span><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;">A palavra</span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>A frase se forma</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>E me expõe</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Juntando as letras</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Me encontro</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Me leio</strong></span>Vanessa Goulartthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557380633896482009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587440771404482728.post-29873963272801352632008-01-09T09:51:00.000-08:002008-01-09T10:24:34.029-08:002008-01-09T10:24:34.029-08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Passo por isso</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Noites e dias</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Sou insone</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Sempre alerta</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Fritando em pensamentos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Mente inquieta</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Pensando em tudo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Resolvendo nada</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Queimando possibilidades</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Virando de um lado pra outro</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Escrava do raciocínio </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Me deixo levar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Pelas imagens que invadem minhas noites, meus dias</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Embalam minha insônia</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Ninam minha razão</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Passo por isso</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Peço por isso</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong></strong></span>Vanessa Goulartthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557380633896482009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587440771404482728.post-65002483591166963122008-01-09T09:41:00.000-08:002008-01-09T09:50:37.117-08:002008-01-09T09:50:37.117-08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Esperar não esperar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Viver o momento</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>O pra sempre é hoje</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Sem falsas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Nem verdadeiras expectativas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Apenas realizar suas metas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Viver o processo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Saboreando cada passo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Sem pensar no que virá</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Sem buscar o amanhã</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Recebendo o hoje como prêmio</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Merecido retorno do ontem</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Hoje e sempre</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong></strong></span>Vanessa Goulartthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557380633896482009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1587440771404482728.post-79664193176954016032008-01-05T11:17:00.000-08:002008-01-05T11:23:14.799-08:002008-01-05T11:23:14.799-08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Criação</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Necessidade de todos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Criar o que pulsa em nós</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Criar Ação</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Crio meu universo e vivo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Verso vivo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>A criação é esperta</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Somos instrumentos dela</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Sou sua cria ativa</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>E me coloco à sua disposição</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Ela cria como quem respira</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Inspira e solta</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Cria mundos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Cria sonhos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Cria dor</strong></span><br /><strong></strong>Vanessa Goulartthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03557380633896482009noreply@blogger.com0