<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1727718651706928949</id><updated>2024-11-01T00:40:25.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuti Bernardes</title><subtitle type='html'>Morphine and chocolate</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianamangah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1727718651706928949/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianamangah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1727718651706928949/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Tuti Bernardes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675543927618406175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1727718651706928949.post-2090938559251776619</id><published>2020-01-10T20:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2020-01-10T20:38:39.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vadia!&lt;br /&gt;
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Ela viu seus relatos&lt;br /&gt;
Mostrarem os fatos por aí&lt;br /&gt;
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Perdeu suas fotos&lt;br /&gt;
Seus livros, seus&amp;nbsp; votos&lt;br /&gt;
O rumo de si&lt;br /&gt;
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Ela viu nos olhos dele bem antes do adeus&lt;br /&gt;
O brilho que havia neles se desvair&lt;br /&gt;
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Catou os seus cacos jogados no chão com o que resto de si&lt;br /&gt;
Virou de costas, deu três passos, abriu a porta e sumiu&lt;br /&gt;
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Por dentro um aperto que doía no corpo e fazia nó&lt;br /&gt;
Por fora afogava em lágrimas, triste, fúnebre, de dar dó&lt;br /&gt;
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A noite caiu, a chuva caiu, caiu também o amor&lt;br /&gt;
Até mesmo aquele que ele bradava, o impostor&lt;br /&gt;
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Caiu por terra o amor que outrora sufocava&lt;br /&gt;
Caiu por terra a mulher que escondida só chorava&lt;br /&gt;
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Ela prende o cabelo, passa um batom, veste aquele decotado&lt;br /&gt;
Sai por uma noite com qualquer diversão com tempo limitado&lt;br /&gt;
Ele olha pra ela com saudade e tem esperança, é um pobre coitado!&lt;br /&gt;
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Ela sorri sem tristeza, com malícia de mulher&lt;br /&gt;
Aquele sorriso da &quot;volta por cima&quot; do &quot;faça o que você quer&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ela deixa o velho &quot; eu&quot; do passado e assume a fama de vadia louca&lt;br /&gt;
Mas se levar fama é a condição, ela assume, mas&lt;br /&gt;
Essa &quot;vadia&quot; é boa demais pra morar em qualquer boca.&lt;br /&gt;
Cale-se!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Voc&amp;#234; teria passado seu tempo com as pessoas que voc&amp;#234; ama?&lt;br&gt;
Teria olhado uma &amp;#250;ltima vez o sorriso delas?&lt;br&gt;
Teria cumprido seu compromisso com esta pessoa ao inv&amp;#233;s de criar impecilhos?&lt;br&gt;
Voc&amp;#234; se amou?&lt;br&gt;
E os sonhos? Eles sairam, ao menos tentaram sair do papel?&lt;br&gt;
Voc&amp;#234; se esfor&amp;#231;ou pra isso?&lt;br&gt;
Voc&amp;#234; passou seu &amp;#250;ltimo dia brigando ou dando um abra&amp;#231;o bem forte e amistoso em quem est&amp;#225; do seu lado?&lt;br&gt;
Ficou o dia inteiro tentando manter sua casa com apar&amp;#234;ncia de boutique chique ou deixou a bagun&amp;#231;a rolar pra quando for a hora arrumar?&lt;br&gt;
Voc&amp;#234; saiu ao sol pra tomar suas doses di&amp;#225;rias de vitamina D?&lt;br&gt;
Neste momento observou as plantas, o movimento delas, o som da rua?&lt;br&gt;
Resumindo, voc&amp;#234; se aproveitou da profundidade das coisas simples?&lt;/p&gt;
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Uma hora algu&amp;#233;m vai deixar uma ferida do seu cora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o, outro algu&amp;#233;m vai te dar uma porrada, outros v&amp;#227;o lhe roubar coisas. Mas sem saber, eles est&amp;#227;o te entregando presentes pro futuro, at&amp;#233; quem menos te aprecia estar&amp;#225; o tempo te presenteando. Seu cora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o vai cicatrizar e te dar novas pessoas, sua &quot;pele&quot; vai ficando forte a ponto de um dia ficar imune &amp;#224; &quot;porradas&quot;, voc&amp;#234; vai ter coisas ainda melhores do que as que te roubaram.&lt;br&gt;
Quando voc&amp;#234; olhar pra tr&amp;#225;s vai pensar &quot;como eu sou forte! Olha quanta coisa me fez chegar at&amp;#233; aqui, eu sou o melhor que eu posso ser hoje e gra&amp;#231;as a elas.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
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Na solid&amp;#227;o satisfat&amp;#243;ria caminhei feliz&lt;br&gt;
Fiquei preenchida com todas as agonias&lt;br&gt;
Mas tudo correu como eu sempre quis&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Fiz pacto com as aberra&amp;#231;&amp;#245;es do universo&lt;br&gt;
Pra continuar com o show de horrores da rotina&lt;br&gt;
Virei meu mundo, verso e reverso&lt;br&gt;
Pra encontrar em mim outra menina&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Acordo desde o dia que nasci, querendo vencer&lt;br&gt;
Toda essa luta sem trof&amp;#233;u pro vencedor&lt;br&gt;
No fim de cada luta relembro o sofrer&lt;br&gt;
De cada ferida uma lembran&amp;#231;a de dor&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Por que t&amp;#227;o penosa a vida?&lt;br&gt;
Por que t&amp;#227;o longa tem que ser?&lt;br&gt;
Na verdade h&amp;#225; muito tempo ainda&lt;br&gt;
Mas tamb&amp;#233;m h&amp;#225; muito para se viver&lt;/p&gt;
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Me senti &amp;#224; vontade com cada epis&amp;#243;dio que decorria e n&amp;#227;o me sentia culpada com nenhuma das p&amp;#225;ginas que foram voando, a&amp;#237; fiquei triste. Eu previ os pr&amp;#243;ximos cap&amp;#237;tulos com uma precis&amp;#227;o assustadora, eu tenho previs&amp;#245;es que chego a confundir com vontades. Se forem vontades a f&amp;#233; &amp;#233; t&amp;#227;o profundamente forte que aconteceu.&lt;br&gt;
Mas depois me vi como um peso maior que os pigmentos que foram registrados do come&amp;#231;o ao fim, na vida e nas folhas. Pensei em corrigir, quis mudan&amp;#231;a, procurei mudar e o primeiro passo pra isso foi aceitar o futuro mas mudar o que fosse conveniente. S&amp;#243; que quando a mudan&amp;#231;a foi proposta, minhas vontades mais profundas foram abortadas, desvalorizadas, diminuidas &amp;#224; dimens&amp;#245;es at&amp;#244;micas e ainda insignificantes. Foi s&amp;#243;! &lt;br&gt;
No dia depois do apocalipse procurei raz&amp;#245;es pra querer tentar outra vez e a vontade n&amp;#227;o era sincera, aconteceu tudo como eu n&amp;#227;o quis, mas como precisava acontecer.&lt;br&gt;
Depois veio o al&amp;#237;vio, mas as mentiras ainda pesam, as minhas mentiras, as que crio pra mim, e estas s&amp;#227;o as piores.&lt;br&gt;
Mas minha vida agora &amp;#233; um instrumento novo, estou come&amp;#231;ando em novas teorias e vou pra onde estou voando agora. Minha mente sorri outra vez, um sorriso de um amarelo p&amp;#225;lido, mas que vai ficando a cada segundo mais intenso.&lt;/p&gt;
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Tenho muito orgulho do amor que ela cultiva pelas pessoas boas.&lt;/p&gt;
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Sai salgado no meu rosto&lt;br&gt;
Os segundos n&amp;#227;o existem, s&amp;#243; o dia&lt;br&gt;
Que se arrasta e piora o gosto&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Fala pra mim o que fazer&lt;br&gt;
Cora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o que para ao desparar&lt;br&gt;
Sua arritmia me causa desprazer&lt;br&gt;
E como &amp;#233; grande esse meu pezar&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Impotente fujo de voc&amp;#234;&lt;br&gt;
E toda essa tentativa &amp;#233; v&amp;#227;&lt;br&gt;
Hora a bondade quer surpreender&lt;br&gt;
Hora a vida &amp;#233; uma vil&amp;#227; &lt;/p&gt;
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Todas as noites Ela sa&amp;#237;a do corpo como em um transe para outro planeta, parecia tele transporte, mas ela simplesmente flutuava de maneira estranha por entre buracos de minhoca e aterrissava em um planeta de um habitante s&amp;#243;. Seria mais f&amp;#225;cil ter um amor que fosse vizinho dela, mas Ela quis um amor distante que a levasse h&amp;#225; muitos lugares, onde conterr&amp;#226;neo algum a levaria.&lt;br&gt;
Na primeira noite em que foi involuntariamente levada, se deixou envolver pelo instante em que deram nome ao planeta juntos, nome este que n&amp;#227;o deve ser compartilhado para que n&amp;#227;o se quebre o sigilo do instante e a sua particularidade espiritual, vamos cham&amp;#225;-lo, por hora, de Planeta dos Sonhos. Ela se sentou com Ele na sombra de uma &amp;#225;rvore macia, onde conversavam sobre tantas coisas que tinham em comum.&lt;br&gt;
A paisagem era deslumbrante, havia rios de cores infinitamente belas que Ele via de um jeito e Ela via de outro, mas ambos enxergavam na paisagem a mesma beleza. Havia o Rob&amp;#244;, ele trazia batatas fritas enlatadas e sucos de uva todos os dias ao entardecer, era muito &amp;#250;til e engra&amp;#231;ado. Enquanto comiam, Ele a descrevia de uma forma t&amp;#227;o detalhista e intensa que Ela se sentia a melhor mulher de todo o universo.&lt;br&gt;
Houve um momento em que ele a tocou as m&amp;#227;os e o corpo todo respondeu, parecia a melhor sensa&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o de todas, Ela ent&amp;#227;o se achou no direito de se recostar no colo dele onde com os olhos fechados imaginava como seria o toque e o beijo, enquanto Ele acariciava de um jeito ansioso os cabelos dela. Em suas mentes j&amp;#225; teriam se beijado tantas vezes, e todas &amp;#224;s vezes com tanta intensidade e amor, at&amp;#233; que Ela se deu conta de que o beijo estava mesmo acontecendo, com medo de tanta coisa, mas sem se importar com nada Ela se entregou pra sempre a Ele. N&amp;#227;o havia mais ningu&amp;#233;m no planeta deles, n&amp;#227;o iriam ser incomodados, jamais!&lt;br&gt;
At&amp;#233; que Ele come&amp;#231;ou a se lembrar das pessoas em volta e elas se materializaram, todas elas t&amp;#227;o preocupadas e interessadas por ele, e ele se preocupava tanto com o bem estar delas. Isso fez com que o planeta se autodestru&amp;#237;sse um pouco a cada vez que uma delas trazia um peda&amp;#231;o dele ao planeta Terra. At&amp;#233; que um dia as coisas come&amp;#231;aram a ficar feias por l&amp;#225;, Ela fazia de tudo pra se segurar em qualquer coisa e n&amp;#227;o sumir em meio &amp;#224; tempestade final, mas Ele n&amp;#227;o tinha for&amp;#231;as para sustentar todas as pessoas e a soltou. Ela ent&amp;#227;o ficou presa no Planeta dos Sonhos e ele ficou preso na realidade triste. Foram separados por dois mundos diferentes e n&amp;#227;o restou nenhum mundo feliz pra nenhum deles, mas os outros ficaram bem, isso era o mais importante para Ele agora.&lt;br&gt;
Por&amp;#233;m ouvi dizer que do amor que tiveram, Ela e Ele criaram uma esp&amp;#233;cie de luz que emanar&amp;#225; raios de felicidade por todos os lugares. Tamb&amp;#233;m ouvi dizer que quando ficarem velhos, o planeta dos sonhos ter&amp;#225; se reconstitu&amp;#237;do de outra forma, e eles v&amp;#227;o poder morar l&amp;#225; por toda a eternidade e nunca mais sair&amp;#227;o de l&amp;#225;, por nada e ningu&amp;#233;m.&lt;/p&gt;
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Hoje ela tem nome e cheiro e lembran&amp;#231;as e preocupa&amp;#231;&amp;#245;es dolorosas.&lt;br&gt;
Me corta o peito com faca de mesa, me faz me arrepender, me sentir a adolescente que caiu no golpe do pr&amp;#237;ncipe encantado.&lt;br&gt;
Me deixa burra e fraca, como pude ter tanta tolice em mim, por tanto tempo?&lt;br&gt;
E ainda acreditar no amor que &amp;#233; dito da boca pra fora? O amor que covardemente me derrubou e secou o mar dentro de mim?&lt;br&gt;
Esse que n&amp;#227;o mais quero de ningu&amp;#233;m,&amp;#160; nem de mim.&lt;/p&gt;
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Por tudo que me ocorreu ao longo da vida, eu deveria saber que um dia seria o fim. Por que eu me apeguei à pele, ao cheiro, ao seu suor junto com o meu criando um outro aroma inigualável? Ninguém mais no mundo tocará a minha pele com tanto amor e respeito, ninguém mais será dono da minha alma, ninguém mais cruzará um universo com o meu com tanta unicidade e força.&lt;/div&gt;
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Confesso que sou egoísta e ainda acho que a minha pele com a sua faria mais sentido, que teríamos força pra encarar os medos e julgamentos.&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas deixo que vá, vá ser feliz como quiser, só me faça o favor de ser.&lt;br&gt;E nunca mais me relembre teu gosto, pois quando ele se mistura com lágrimas, vira um amargo insuportável.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ando convivendo com vocês&lt;/div&gt;
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Idéias histéricas que há pouco eram comprimidas&lt;/div&gt;
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Agora chegam e deixam minha força a mercê&lt;/div&gt;
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Da fraqueza da mente que me abre mais a ferida.&lt;/div&gt;
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Quero de volta aquela fé irrefutável&lt;/div&gt;
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Aquela que brilhava até cegar&lt;/div&gt;
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Que dava total liberdade e me entregava o céu&lt;/div&gt;
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Que me fazia fechar os olhos, sonhar e realizar.&lt;/div&gt;
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Não quero perder o amor à vida&lt;/div&gt;
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O amor, a vida, eu preciso voltar pra mim.&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu deixei cinza minha nuvem colorida&lt;/div&gt;
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Porque estou fazendo comigo assim?&lt;/div&gt;
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Volta luz! Traga um trago de vapor de esperança&lt;/div&gt;
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Que eu vou gozar do momento de vitória&lt;/div&gt;
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E vou rir com a felicidade que ficou de herança&lt;/div&gt;
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Venha agora, mude a minha história.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ando tão mal que o sol que te bronzeia só me arde&lt;/div&gt;
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Tão mal que longe de ti eu lhe garanto alegria,&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas se um dia eu chegar a ver a luz&lt;/div&gt;
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Prometo que darei de volta toda a noite e o dia.&lt;/div&gt;
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Saudade envolta de acordes&lt;br&gt;
Rostos que me lembram meu Sol&lt;br&gt;
Batidas que lembram seu toque&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Casa vazia de risos&lt;br&gt;
Ningu&amp;#233;m pra mudar o canal&lt;br&gt;
Limpos permanecem os pisos&lt;br&gt;
Tudo parece e &amp;#233; banal&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Seu olhar e seu beijo envolvente&lt;br&gt;
Faz falta esse que &amp;#233; igual ao nosso&lt;br&gt;
Essa aus&amp;#234;ncia repelente&lt;br&gt;
Lembra tudo o que eu n&amp;#227;o posso&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Essa bagun&amp;#231;a que voc&amp;#234; deixou&lt;br&gt;
Por arrumar e &amp;#233; assim que fica&lt;br&gt;
Com voc&amp;#234; o tempo v&amp;#244;ou&lt;br&gt;
Sem voc&amp;#234; a saudade irrita.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Amor&lt;br&gt;
Amores&lt;br&gt;
Amor&lt;br&gt;
Voc&amp;#234;s&lt;/p&gt;
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Fosse a fotografia que eu tirei a cor&lt;br&gt;
Depois da minha apatia&lt;br&gt;
O monstro do passado seria vapor.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Mas cada gota de palavra&lt;br&gt;
Sai salgada e molha o meu rosto.&lt;br&gt;
Quando eu esquecia falhava&lt;br&gt;
E quando voltava me lembrava o gosto.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Eu n&amp;#227;o marginalizo o amor&lt;br&gt;
Marginalizo a dor&lt;br&gt;
Eu n&amp;#227;o me obrigo a expor&lt;br&gt;
O que me tira a cor&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;H&amp;#225; momentos que &amp;#233; preciso sei&lt;br&gt;
Chorar me traz pezar&lt;br&gt;
E se eu fosse do tempo o rei&lt;br&gt;
Faria o dia passar&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Cada segundo que passa&lt;br&gt;
&amp;#201; um tempo a mais&amp;#160; que eu venc&amp;#237;&lt;br&gt;
Mas o cheiro desta fuma&amp;#231;a&lt;br&gt;
Espanta os colibris&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
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É tanta mierda que vejo na rede&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Tenho pena de quem vai comer o peixe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
De tão poluído parece mutante&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Isso é tragicomédia para o meu deleite.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Sabe como termina a coisa toda?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Todos os revoltados viram a casaca&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Toda aquela ideologia que se exploda&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Estão muito ocupados penteando macacas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Viu aquele céu que tem mais estrelas?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Tem um astronauta rei em cada uma delas&lt;br /&gt;
Fiquem de olho gatos e cinderelas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Ou um rei mais experto rouba o brilho das janelas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Aqueles bosques que ainda tem mais vida&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Tem também muitos amores e horrores&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
De povos loucos vendo nuvem colorida&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
E prestando àqueles reis alguns favores.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Vendem por aí opinião e decisão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
E pregam de santinhos quando vira moda&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Não sabem definir corrupção&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
E postam opiniões de outra mente roubada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Sabe como termina a coisa toda?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Todos os revoltados viram a casaca&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Toda aquela ideologia que se exploda&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
Estão muito ocupados penteando macacas.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tuti Bernardes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianamangah.blogspot.com/feeds/6543670419250942081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1727718651706928949/6543670419250942081' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1727718651706928949/posts/default/6543670419250942081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1727718651706928949/posts/default/6543670419250942081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianamangah.blogspot.com/2014/07/que-nojo.html' title='Que nojo'/><author><name>Tuti Bernardes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675543927618406175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1727718651706928949.post-329471386443993322</id><published>2014-05-20T05:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2014-06-16T05:27:55.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje é dia de Lisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Dois anos do primeiro olhar do amor mais puro que j&amp;#225; tive&lt;br&gt;
Da explos&amp;#227;o de mudan&amp;#231;as dentro e fora de mim&lt;br&gt;
Do futuro e do presente que mais me importam nesse mundo&lt;br&gt;
Da continuidade de mim&lt;br&gt;
Do meu peda&amp;#231;o de vida mais feliz&lt;br&gt;
Do sorriso que me encanta e ilumina meus dias&lt;br&gt;
Quando nos vimos pela primeira vez eu senti que fomos ligadas em muitas vidas.&lt;br&gt;
N&amp;#227;o vou dizer que &amp;#233; f&amp;#225;cil a luta, mas &amp;#233; prazerosa, e cuidar de voc&amp;#234; &amp;#233; a melhor coisa que eu fa&amp;#231;o.&lt;br&gt;
Voc&amp;#234; &amp;#233; minha mais bela can&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o e minha melhor e mais linda companhia.&lt;br&gt;
Te amo infinitamente.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
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Tantas flores bonitas&lt;br&gt;
Tantas por morrer,&lt;br&gt;
No jardim de tantas vidas.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Escolher uma delas &amp;#233; dif&amp;#237;cil&lt;br&gt;
Dif&amp;#237;cil fazer o papel do que colhe&lt;br&gt;
Por mim viveria este v&amp;#237;cio&lt;br&gt;
Mas n&amp;#227;o sou a &amp;#250;nica que escolhe&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;&amp;#201; t&amp;#227;o bonito pra viver mentiras&lt;br&gt;
&amp;#201; t&amp;#227;o grande pra caber em 1/4&lt;br&gt;
Se diz, eu fico nas tirinhas&lt;br&gt;
Se n&amp;#227;o, eu pego o the end e parto&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Dias queria te-lo antes&lt;br&gt;
Dias n&amp;#227;o, eu n&amp;#227;o queria.&lt;br&gt;
Declara&amp;#231;&amp;#245;es t&amp;#227;o empolgantes&lt;br&gt;
At&amp;#233; quem eu nunca&amp;#160; quis me teria&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Era t&amp;#227;o bonito pra ser mentira&lt;br&gt;
Era t&amp;#227;o grande pra caber em 1/4&lt;br&gt;
Se dissesse eu ficaria nas tirinhas&lt;br&gt;
Nunca dir&amp;#225;, pego o the end e parto.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
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Estou aqui s&amp;#243; de passagem&lt;br&gt;
Ouvi falar que a insanidade&lt;br&gt;
Andou passando por aqui&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Ent&amp;#227;o, diz a verdade,&lt;br&gt;
Aquelas moedas do pote&lt;br&gt;
Ela colocou pra ti?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Moedas cunhadas &amp;#224; impiedade&lt;br&gt;
Doadas com uma m&amp;#227;o estendida&lt;br&gt;
E outras moedas na direita escondida&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Cuidado humanidade!&amp;nbsp; Isso aqui ta cheio!&lt;br&gt;
Que n&amp;#227;o caia a imunidade&lt;br&gt;
Porque da carca&amp;#231;a nao da pra ver recheio&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;E o que tem no recheio?&lt;br&gt;
Tire sua m&amp;#225;scara que eu tiro a minha&lt;br&gt;
Aqui eu estou sozinha&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;N&amp;#227;o tem bomba de g&amp;#225;s&lt;br&gt;
Mas tem meu canto de choro&lt;br&gt;
Com efeito lacrimog&amp;#234;nio&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Onde pela janela eu vejo o coro&lt;br&gt;
Do povo que desce correndo&lt;br&gt;
Fugindo de balas e&amp;nbsp; coron&amp;#233;is fardados&lt;br&gt;
Punindo aos que furtam a pureza da guerra&lt;br&gt;
Tolos saqueando as ruas e a liberdade&lt;br&gt;
Deixando t&amp;#227;o in&amp;#250;til ter utilidade.&lt;/p&gt;
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Vai que ali na frente a terra gira&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Vai que já não vou mais onde eu iria&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Então outra nuvem daquelas vai trazer a chuva&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
E vou me abrigar em outra casa&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Me proteger em outro amor e outro braço me servir de luva&lt;br&gt;
E este abraço apagar o resto da brasa&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Daí começar de novo aquele ardor&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Aquele frio no estomago que senti só com você&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Buscar um sussurro redentor&lt;br&gt;
Sumir aquele resto de rancor deprê&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Neste momento acordo e tudo é pesadelo&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Eu tenho outra vez do meu lado seu suor&lt;br&gt;
De novo aquele amassado no cabelo&lt;br&gt;
Aquele carinho que até faz um nó&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
O cheiro de boca que dormia&lt;br&gt;
Anti-higiênico amor matinal&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Depois café com leite em sua compania&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Indo pro trabalho, dando beijo de tchau&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
E a noite ver você hermoso, hummm&lt;br&gt;
Conversar sobre as curvas esquinas e almoço&lt;br&gt;
Se foi arroz ou pão com ovo&lt;br&gt;
E depois dormir e fazer nó de novo.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ainda faço planos de um futuro bom&lt;br /&gt;
E à todas essas tralhas as quais sobrevivo&lt;br /&gt;
Transformem-se em vinho e desafinem o tom&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aos devaneios sórdidos da vadia louca&lt;br /&gt;
Que deixou os trapos em meu coração extenso&lt;br /&gt;
Deixo a vida plena e a felicidade rouca&lt;br /&gt;
Pra cantar um Blues a quem não mais pertenço&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E se vadiares em seus noturnos dias&lt;br /&gt;
Que ainda te lembres de que fui alguém&lt;br /&gt;
Pensei então estar presente, mas, minha apatia&lt;br /&gt;
Te levou pra longe e agora me retém&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Das explicações que tanto velastes&lt;br /&gt;
Não conhecerei nem a primeira vírgula&lt;br /&gt;
Mas se no caminho ainda me encontrares&lt;br /&gt;
Escutarei com gosto sua verdade frívola&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tuti Bernardes&lt;br /&gt;
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ENQUANTO QUEM TE ESCONDE DA RISADA

QUE AGORA DISSIMULA, OU SEMPRE O FEZ&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PASSARINHO QUE SE FEZ DE ESFINGE
PORQUE NÃO FALA TUDO DE UMA VEZ?
DIZ, SIMULA, FINGE, DIZ, FINGE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CANSA MINHA ALMA
SUBESTIMA MEU CEREBRO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;MENTE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;E ME ACALMA
E EU ME FAÇO DE CEGO 

PEGA A FACA,
 CORTA DEVAGARINHO
E NINGUEM FALA NADA
ONDE ESTA VOCE PASSARINHO?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Verdade que já posso votar
mais saiba que a influência são vocês 
Mesmo que não saibam onde esta

Verdade subornaram minha mãe
Foi quando ela me deixou nascer
Logo me compraram minha vida
Precisei, tive que vender

Verdade que fugi com o circo
Minha vida estava meio vazia
Então eu descobri que tenho vícios
Verdade que mentira vicia

Verdade que virei equilibrista
Foi quando cai na jaula do leão
Verdade que ele estava com preguiça
O tolo até lambeu a minha mão

Verdade que sobrou dias no mês 
Agora eu vou ter que me virar
E agora? hoje ainda é dezesseis 
Mais quatro dias pro vale me salvar

Verdade que acabou a inspiração
Verdade que ainda eu vou guerrear
Eu não aceito essa condição 
Mas eu to preguiça de tentar</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianamangah.blogspot.com/feeds/2986311938401952188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1727718651706928949/2986311938401952188' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1727718651706928949/posts/default/2986311938401952188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1727718651706928949/posts/default/2986311938401952188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianamangah.blogspot.com/2012/04/verdade-ou-consequencia.html' title='Verdade ou Consequência'/><author><name>Tuti Bernardes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675543927618406175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>