<?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-1381398664378241752</id><updated>2024-10-05T00:15:59.901-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Solange Menezes</title><subtitle type='html'>Está autorizado o uso de todo o escrito ou de parte; desde que seja dado o crédito a Solange Menezes.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesias-escritos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381398664378241752/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesias-escritos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381398664378241752/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Solange Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09631570026751334119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOUAOevhuoDHHbrrR62LlFr2qhFSoDzbQJqVFG9akk7HtSM8mrp0KkxauvU6QAveIRsBFmVGt8p-F2uQdQFRMpF_I6VFwH5ocYzb5sLm_tJ3qqtXTvNGRq4ZrZ2zyIE18/s220/rty.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>569</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1381398664378241752.post-664035528630760469</id><published>2014-06-04T10:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2014-06-04T10:45:50.661-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz aniversário</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Cuw4sWPrE0/U48ix1fZaFI/AAAAAAAABl8/QVgcm_T2pys/s1600/flor.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Cuw4sWPrE0/U48ix1fZaFI/AAAAAAAABl8/QVgcm_T2pys/s1600/flor.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E, a flor se abriu&lt;br /&gt;
enfeitou a parede fria desta manhã gelada&lt;br /&gt;
mas, o sol estava lá no alto&lt;br /&gt;
mostrando à flor que podia ser desabrochada&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E saiu em seus passos leves&lt;br /&gt;
enfeitando as calçadas&lt;br /&gt;
hoje&amp;nbsp; o deus só sorria para voce&lt;br /&gt;
estava muito perfumada&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Então seu sorriso de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;
todos eflúvios te procuravam&lt;br /&gt;
sorria, sorria minha amada&lt;br /&gt;
hoje é seu dia e merece ser referenciada&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eu aqui em meu canto&lt;br /&gt;
só olhando a flor que desabrocha nesta manhã gelada&lt;br /&gt;
mas penso em você doce primavera&lt;br /&gt;
pois seus passos estão para&amp;nbsp; outro lado&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mas a noite mesmo com frio deste outono gelado&lt;br /&gt;
eu saio à rua , não importa os agasalhos&lt;br /&gt;
e te abraço vendo a lua&lt;br /&gt;
olhando seus olhos pra te dizer&lt;br /&gt;
&quot; Feliz Aniversário&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ADcohRyuym0/UlwbHfXgyvI/AAAAAAAABgQ/up5yz5v68sA/s1600/flores1111.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ADcohRyuym0/UlwbHfXgyvI/AAAAAAAABgQ/up5yz5v68sA/s320/flores1111.jpg&quot; height=&quot;205&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
Eu bem que falei pra você escolher&lt;br /&gt;
as flores que queria em seu jardim&lt;br /&gt;
mas você teimou e escolheu&lt;br /&gt;
aquelas que não viveria tanto assim.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eu, já peguei outras diferentes&lt;br /&gt;
Tipo das que eu saberia cultivar&lt;br /&gt;
e cultivei com tanto esmero&lt;br /&gt;
para meu jardim, bonito ficar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
mas por obra do destino&lt;br /&gt;
seu jardim floriu e o meu ruiu&lt;br /&gt;
não sei que tipo de adubo que usei&lt;br /&gt;
para vê-lo morrer assim.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WvbbENO672E/U3426S5AqeI/AAAAAAAABls/u-vXGwUB9EQ/s1600/cabeca_de_vento.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WvbbENO672E/U3426S5AqeI/AAAAAAAABls/u-vXGwUB9EQ/s1600/cabeca_de_vento.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Queria entender este sibilo&lt;br /&gt;
que o vento trás aos meus ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;
Olho para o céu , ao espaço&lt;br /&gt;
sem conseguir escutar &lt;br /&gt;
o que o vento quer falar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Será uma represália&lt;br /&gt;
a sujeira do planeta&lt;br /&gt;
a falta de amor entre os seres&lt;br /&gt;
procuro a resposta do vento&lt;br /&gt;
mas ele não quer me falar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
sujam todas as ruas&lt;br /&gt;
sujam rios, mares&lt;br /&gt;
sujam a alma&lt;br /&gt;
onde tem espaço, estão a sujar&lt;br /&gt;
sujam o planeta em todo lugar &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O que o vento diz ?&lt;br /&gt;
sei - lá,&amp;nbsp; me desespero&lt;br /&gt;
não consigo escutar &lt;br /&gt;
estico meus ouvidos tentando&lt;br /&gt;
mas não consigo decifrar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Só me lembro de uma passagem&lt;br /&gt;
que um dia li na bíblia&lt;br /&gt;
que hoje este vento sibilando, me fez relembrar&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;quem tiver ouvidos para ouvir; ouça&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
então : to tentando escutar !&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v4ZM8JsFOKQ/U3pi99V55BI/AAAAAAAABlQ/FZPJl5F8IDs/s1600/poesia.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v4ZM8JsFOKQ/U3pi99V55BI/AAAAAAAABlQ/FZPJl5F8IDs/s1600/poesia.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quando sinto saudade&lt;br /&gt;
procuro me abster&lt;br /&gt;
dos meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;
que ficam só em voce.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quando sinto saudade&lt;br /&gt;
me agito e nem sei o que pensar&lt;br /&gt;
procuro fazer mil e uma coisas&lt;br /&gt;
só para não te lembrar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quando sinto saudades&lt;br /&gt;
da uma saudade que dá&lt;br /&gt;
de rever seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;
poder te olhar, te falar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quando sinto saudades&lt;br /&gt;
procuro seu nome em todo lugar&lt;br /&gt;
e vejo seu rosto, sua vida&lt;br /&gt;
fico feliz de te olhar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
vejo sua vida, o motivo de seu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;
e consigo pensar&lt;br /&gt;
o porque que a distancia&lt;br /&gt;
não consegue me amargar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quando sinto saudade&lt;br /&gt;
só da para analisar &lt;br /&gt;
o porque que o destino&lt;br /&gt;
conseguiu nos separar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quando sinto saudade, penso&lt;br /&gt;
para que esteja feliz em seu lugar&lt;br /&gt;
porque anseio o dia, outra vida,&lt;br /&gt;
outra era, que terei você&lt;br /&gt;
 para amar.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PIi0tFnrso0/U1-wDZP6jEI/AAAAAAAABlA/4hz0e3ewc5k/s1600/images.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PIi0tFnrso0/U1-wDZP6jEI/AAAAAAAABlA/4hz0e3ewc5k/s1600/images.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu não canto só no banho&lt;br /&gt;
la me inspiro em lindas canções&lt;br /&gt;
quando deito em minha cama&lt;br /&gt;
também dedilho o violão.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dedilho lindas notas&lt;br /&gt;
apertando no meu peito o violão&lt;br /&gt;
mas de meu lado linda voz&lt;br /&gt;
cantando a mesma canção&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Passam assim as horas&lt;br /&gt;
e só sorrisos embalam minha canção&lt;br /&gt;
e toco as cordas com suavidade&lt;br /&gt;
embalando minha canção.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No banheiro eu &amp;nbsp;sorrio&lt;br /&gt;
uma ducha para cantarolar&lt;br /&gt;
as lindas canções que em meus ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;
comigo vieram cantar&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1COZFi38Yys/U1pnkl-xWEI/AAAAAAAABkw/vhyla2qiZSc/s1600/dia+do+amor+3.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1COZFi38Yys/U1pnkl-xWEI/AAAAAAAABkw/vhyla2qiZSc/s1600/dia+do+amor+3.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah o amor&lt;br /&gt;
que se descreve como doce&lt;br /&gt;
que mexe profundo na alma&lt;br /&gt;
que faz o mundo inteiro florir &lt;br /&gt;
ahh o amor&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O amor que deveria ser lindo&lt;br /&gt;
na maior paz possível&lt;br /&gt;
deixar- se ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;
ah o amor !&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Porque complica-se tanto&lt;br /&gt;
olhares, amores, encanto&lt;br /&gt;
ah , o amor !&lt;br /&gt;
que perde-se em desencantos&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tudo tão florido, flutuam almas nos céus&lt;br /&gt;
e esbarram-se estas almas em cortes invísiveis&lt;br /&gt;
que cicatrizam razões, emoções&lt;br /&gt;
ah , este doce amor&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As guerras que já existem&lt;br /&gt;
pensamentos negativos&lt;br /&gt;
que vibram atormentando o universo &lt;br /&gt;
não fujas do amor !&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Porque o amor é calma&lt;br /&gt;
o amor tem que ser suave&lt;br /&gt;
o amor é doce&lt;br /&gt;
ah, o amor&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Que seja uma vibração doce&lt;br /&gt;
que seja um encanto na alma&lt;br /&gt;
que ultrapasse as loucuras das guerras&lt;br /&gt;
vivamos o belo amor.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D8jFGCXNsmk/U0X6lT7vQ2I/AAAAAAAABkg/bB50TQMIfUM/s1600/ampulh.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D8jFGCXNsmk/U0X6lT7vQ2I/AAAAAAAABkg/bB50TQMIfUM/s1600/ampulh.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah este tempo&lt;br /&gt;
que não dá para aumentar&lt;br /&gt;
o tempo é só este tempo&lt;br /&gt;
que temos para vivenciar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ah este tempo&lt;br /&gt;
que é um tal de pra lá e pra cá&lt;br /&gt;
O tempo sempre é curto&lt;br /&gt;
mas é o tempo que temos&lt;br /&gt;
deste tempo saborear&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Façamos então correr macio&lt;br /&gt;
e ao Senhor do tempo, orar&lt;br /&gt;
pedir sempre um acordo&lt;br /&gt;
para que o infinito do tempo &lt;br /&gt;
que o tempo tem, possa nos guiar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E que este Senhor da vida&lt;br /&gt;
que cuida dos destinos dos mortais&lt;br /&gt;
faça no tempo a alegria, sempre reinar&lt;br /&gt;
e sorrio pedindo sempre&lt;br /&gt;
um tempo a mais ao&amp;nbsp; tempo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As vezes dá medo que não dê tempo&lt;br /&gt;
Mas sei também que o tempo&lt;br /&gt;
sempre vai nos guiar&lt;br /&gt;
nesta linha do tempo, que tempo sempre haverá&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E o tempo sempre mostra&lt;br /&gt;
que ainda tenho tempo de continuar&lt;br /&gt;
porque o fim não foi prenunciado&lt;br /&gt;
e o tempo só terminará&lt;br /&gt;
quando o tempo terminar!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;result_box&quot; lang=&quot;it&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;result_box&quot; lang=&quot;it&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hXfYlXqVIrQ/UzWP5glebmI/AAAAAAAABkQ/ls-q_jbYqkA/s1600/carinho.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hXfYlXqVIrQ/UzWP5glebmI/AAAAAAAABkQ/ls-q_jbYqkA/s1600/carinho.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;result_box&quot; lang=&quot;it&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;In serata&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;miei sogni&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;non siano più&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;sogni&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;alla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;fine della giornata&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;il mio sorriso&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;cuore&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;perché il sogno&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;si trasforma in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;essere&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;e l&#39;odore di&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;nostalgia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;si trasforma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;profumo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;nell&#39;aria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;result_box&quot; lang=&quot;it&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;E la notte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;è sempre bello&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;allora sarà&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;più&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;bella&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;perché l&#39;amore&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;sorridendo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;Sono andato&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;altri pensieri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;a succhiare&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;il tuo profumo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;result_box&quot; lang=&quot;it&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;La notte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;è molto veloce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;quando due&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;braccia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;si fondono in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;odori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;calore e il sudore&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;la notte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;è molto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;veloce quando&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;le sue labbra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;si fermano&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;hps&quot;&gt;a baciarmi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-siXmgnaLi8Y/Ulwc-UK7DGI/AAAAAAAABgc/JPTtobLM-mY/s1600/um+vento.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-siXmgnaLi8Y/Ulwc-UK7DGI/AAAAAAAABgc/JPTtobLM-mY/s1600/um+vento.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e o vento passa&lt;br /&gt;
da um frio de arrepiar&lt;br /&gt;
é o inverno que chega&lt;br /&gt;
ou só uma pequena chuva&lt;br /&gt;
para nos molhar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
e o vento passa&lt;br /&gt;
e sacode a alma&lt;br /&gt;
de quem não quer se molhar&lt;br /&gt;
mas onde tem um cantinho&lt;br /&gt;
para se aconchegar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
e o vento passa&lt;br /&gt;
e passa o vento&lt;br /&gt;
parecendo que será temporal&lt;br /&gt;
mas é só um vento&lt;br /&gt;
um vento , é um vento !&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Veja quantas flores lindas&lt;br /&gt;
tantas flores coloridas&lt;br /&gt;
para voce poder beijar&lt;br /&gt;
o céu é tão azul,saia a voar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ve o espaço deste céu&lt;br /&gt;
quantas arvores poder sobrevoar&lt;br /&gt;
pode sair beijando as flores&lt;br /&gt;
sem ninguem incomodar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Saia do casulo borboleta&lt;br /&gt;
que medo é este de se libertar&lt;br /&gt;
tem medo do mundo&lt;br /&gt;
pois não sabe o que encontrará ?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Saia borboleta, linda borboleta&lt;br /&gt;
saia do casulo e saia a abraçar&lt;br /&gt;
beije todas as flores&lt;br /&gt;
mas não me deixe pensar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
que tristeza linda borboleta&lt;br /&gt;
que tristeza que me dá&lt;br /&gt;
saber que o casulo sou eu&lt;br /&gt;
aprisionando, não deixando se libertar !&lt;br /&gt;
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A todos que me acompanharam; meus sinceros agradecimentos.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
espero que todos tenham um 2014 com muita paz no coração e que pratiquem a Gratidão, porque tudo que fazemos nos volta e que então, possamos ter um 2014 ajudando a quem precise de nós, que nossos pensamentos sejam sempre positivos, que almejemos em nossos corações tudo de melhor a cada um que passar em nossos caminhos.&lt;br /&gt;
e assim poderemos observar as leis do universo nos trazendo tudo que estamos distribuindo com mais intensidade ainda.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Um beijo a todos .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
não pude estar muito presente em meu blog, pois são muitas coisas na vida.&lt;br /&gt;
mas passei um ano de paz e feliz e é isso que desejo a todos em 2014&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
muita Luz !&lt;/div&gt;
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Nossa !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D4VyxjOMpxk/Un1Pv80KjsI/AAAAAAAABjA/h4gkdJZI6f0/s1600/diamantes.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D4VyxjOMpxk/Un1Pv80KjsI/AAAAAAAABjA/h4gkdJZI6f0/s1600/diamantes.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quanto sonhei este momento&lt;br /&gt;
quanto sonhei te beijar&lt;br /&gt;
quanto sonhei sentir seu cheiro&lt;br /&gt;
quanto sonhei, quanto sonhei !&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Agora você aqui&lt;br /&gt;
bem de meu lado&lt;br /&gt;
estes lábios na minha frente&lt;br /&gt;
seu olhar, seu olhar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
quanto eu sonhei&lt;br /&gt;
só eu sei quanto, quanto sonhei&lt;br /&gt;
e agora você me dá seus lábios&lt;br /&gt;
e os meus querem os seus&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quanto sonhei com teu calor&lt;br /&gt;
quanto sonhei, olhar de perto teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;
e agora seus lábios que se movem&lt;br /&gt;
os meus querendo beijar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quanto sonhei, quanto !&lt;br /&gt;
seus olhos assim dentro de meus olhar&lt;br /&gt;
seus lábios na direção dos meus&lt;br /&gt;
pare de me olhar, pare...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quanto tempo eu sonhei&lt;br /&gt;
toda uma vida querendo você&lt;br /&gt;
você sempre foi meu amor&lt;br /&gt;
e não encontrava você.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pare de me olhar assim&lt;br /&gt;
como dinamite querendo explodir&lt;br /&gt;
tire seus olhar, porque não quero&lt;br /&gt;
tire, tire senão eu................. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9nAHhkDsO3g/Umv0QPutNUI/AAAAAAAABic/M2g3Fs0P92Y/s1600/raiva33.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9nAHhkDsO3g/Umv0QPutNUI/AAAAAAAABic/M2g3Fs0P92Y/s1600/raiva33.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ai que raiva que dá&lt;br /&gt;
se gritar , chamam Louca&lt;br /&gt;
então abri o dicionário&lt;br /&gt;
só para procurar, feelings&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
apaguei todas as luzes&lt;br /&gt;
acendi a vela ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;
e me pus a escrever&lt;br /&gt;
porque nem queria ver rua, flores&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
que raiva, e se grito me olham e taxam&lt;br /&gt;
mas não sei mais o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;
o dicionário me irritou naquela tradução&lt;br /&gt;
e sai por ai chutando latas&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
os cachorros até fugiam&lt;br /&gt;
me ladravam de soslaio&lt;br /&gt;
sei lá o que os cachorros&lt;br /&gt;
de mim pensavam, sei - lá&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
sai por ai, vi uma fonte ali na praça&lt;br /&gt;
meti minha cabeça debaixo d`agua&lt;br /&gt;
os mendigos me olharam&lt;br /&gt;
e a mão lhes abanei, deitaram.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
mas que raiva, reacendo a vela apagada&lt;br /&gt;
e recosto minha cabeça na mesa&lt;br /&gt;
quando acordo a vela acabou&lt;br /&gt;
mas que raiva !&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fhnocelFIMA/UmfLHqdmuUI/AAAAAAAABiE/D2ym1G6undI/s1600/folhas+secas.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fhnocelFIMA/UmfLHqdmuUI/AAAAAAAABiE/D2ym1G6undI/s1600/folhas+secas.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sob meus pés estalavam folhas secas&lt;br /&gt;
andava nos campos,&lt;br /&gt;
em meio aos meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;
coisas que não dá para lutar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Somente mais um pesadelo que angustiava&lt;br /&gt;
porque sabia eu, que não tinha como voltar&lt;br /&gt;
não tinha um lugar pra chegar&lt;br /&gt;
as vezes , via a lua brilhar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Meus cabelos as vezes&lt;br /&gt;
ao vento dançavam&lt;br /&gt;
as vezes, era a chuva que me molhava&lt;br /&gt;
e barros, meus pés amassavam&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eu seguia em frente&lt;br /&gt;
com medo da escuridão&lt;br /&gt;
mas o dia voltava a surgir com o sol&lt;br /&gt;
e secava minh`alma do medo do escuro.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Procurava com o peito apertado&lt;br /&gt;
como um lobo que a presa quer dilacerar&lt;br /&gt;
procurava dentro de mim o monstro&lt;br /&gt;
que tirou minha doçura e meu amor&lt;br /&gt;
armas, não existem nestes passos&lt;br /&gt;
para assassinar o ódio, enfim.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iCmfFaSvdoU/UltFypvm62I/AAAAAAAABgA/-jUXsKD4XJE/s1600/petala.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iCmfFaSvdoU/UltFypvm62I/AAAAAAAABgA/-jUXsKD4XJE/s1600/petala.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu beijaria os seus lábios&lt;br /&gt;
seus lábios eu beijaria&lt;br /&gt;
e que vontade de beijar seus lábios&lt;br /&gt;
ahh, como os beijaria !&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eu me aproximaria de seus lábios&lt;br /&gt;
e meus lábios, ao seus eu os daria&lt;br /&gt;
para beijar seus lábios&lt;br /&gt;
meus beijos eu lhe daria.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Recostar teus lábios&lt;br /&gt;
nos meus lábios eu recostaria&lt;br /&gt;
passaria o calor&lt;br /&gt;
dos meus lábios eu te passaria.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eu queria beijar teus lábios&lt;br /&gt;
ahh como me deliciaria&lt;br /&gt;
sentindo-o quente em meus lábios&lt;br /&gt;
mas é claro que eu te beijaria !&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--G2Nlqiv3O0/Ul8dPq79dPI/AAAAAAAABhU/9iwJIOEiE3A/s1600/olho+escurid%C3%A3o.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--G2Nlqiv3O0/Ul8dPq79dPI/AAAAAAAABhU/9iwJIOEiE3A/s320/olho+escurid%C3%A3o.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Falo com a alma solitária&lt;br /&gt;
sentindo a morte chegando&lt;br /&gt;
sou pagã, mas sou sagrada&lt;br /&gt;
todos sentimentos em meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
É o céu ou será inferno&lt;br /&gt;
é a morte&lt;br /&gt;
a vida que é arte de se jogar&lt;br /&gt;
ou a vida é simplesmente um jogo&lt;br /&gt;
vida e morte no jogar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
e como alma solitária&lt;br /&gt;
divago no pensar&lt;br /&gt;
a igreja me martiriza&lt;br /&gt;
o sangue jorra quente&lt;br /&gt;
corre, escorre&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
levo meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;
no divagar&lt;br /&gt;
é o corpo, o diabo,&lt;br /&gt;
é o escuro&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Saio de alma solitária&lt;br /&gt;
passeio no silencio&lt;br /&gt;
a musica grita na vitrola&lt;br /&gt;
no escuro da alma solitária&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
morre, e o sangue corre&lt;br /&gt;
o sagrado me fascina&lt;br /&gt;
o escuro alucina&lt;br /&gt;
vida &lt;br /&gt;
o fogo destrói a imensidão&lt;br /&gt;
mas acho que é o por do sol&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-le98HlyTRl8/Ul2J7tkfErI/AAAAAAAABhE/f5x3HKK_nik/s1600/solttr.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-le98HlyTRl8/Ul2J7tkfErI/AAAAAAAABhE/f5x3HKK_nik/s1600/solttr.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Rien de rien&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;des&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;souvenirs,
des plaisirs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;tout est resté dans le temps&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;J’ai
pleuré, j’ai crié, je me suis affolée&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;jusqu’à ce que mon âme s’est calmée, s’est habituée ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;J’ai
renoncé à la vie, à l’amour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;je me suis livrée à la souffrance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;La
vie, ça m’est égal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;Vie de zoubie, c’est moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;Un
jour ses yeux avaient regardé les miens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;Ils
m’ont souri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;J&#39;ai oublié&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;tout ce qui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;m&#39;avait fait pleurer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;tout ce qui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;m&#39;avait fait sourire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;tout ce qui m’avait fait du mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;et tous les chagrins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;Qui m’avaient fait désister&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;J’ai tout oublié&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;Ma vie, commence avec toi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;Je n’ai plus de passé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;Je ne vois que le lever du soleil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;Je me fous du passé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;je ne regrette rien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;Je ne vois que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;le soleil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;Je ne vois que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;le soleil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;

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&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sA33WwmrCYs/UlhWNdDFIeI/AAAAAAAABfQ/CfTUsfmSxeE/s1600/ma%C3%A7a.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sA33WwmrCYs/UlhWNdDFIeI/AAAAAAAABfQ/CfTUsfmSxeE/s1600/ma%C3%A7a.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E a dor tomava conta de meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;
precisa de um chá , um cobertor&lt;br /&gt;
mas meus olhos ansiavam seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;
queria te olhar e falar de meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Queria dar só uma volta ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;
te pegar no metro, sair , conversar&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;sai com dor, mas&amp;nbsp; fui te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;
e estava feliz, veria seus olhos, sai.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Te peguei no lugar de costume&lt;br /&gt;
passeei com a mão na sua perna , &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;acariciava sua mão, te olhava e&amp;nbsp; sorria feliz&lt;br /&gt;
falava de meu amor e te via feliz. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Só queria isso; olhar seu rosto, &lt;br /&gt;
beijar você, sentir o calor de seu amor&lt;br /&gt;
acariciar sua mão, te ver sorrir &lt;br /&gt;
olhar em seus olhos e os meus, sorrir&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Voltava meu trajeto toda feliz&lt;br /&gt;
com seu semblante em meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;
com minha felicidade de te olhar&lt;br /&gt;
e ter olhado em seus olhos e dizer :&lt;br /&gt;
o quanto, amo você!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X9ncXunLHFI/Uk9kk_QdkqI/AAAAAAAABfA/QMshBv3Egws/s1600/margari.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X9ncXunLHFI/Uk9kk_QdkqI/AAAAAAAABfA/QMshBv3Egws/s1600/margari.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Olhei a ultima pétala que restara&lt;br /&gt;
enfeitava as flores secas do jardim&lt;br /&gt;
e admirava a flor que antes fora&lt;br /&gt;
mas chegava o seu fim.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O verde da vegetação me alucinava,&lt;br /&gt;
as flores que não floresciam mais&lt;br /&gt;
era o inverno que chegara&lt;br /&gt;
emudecendo os canteiros florais&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
e olhava aquela ultima pétala&lt;br /&gt;
que vontade de chorar pedindo&lt;br /&gt;
para que não fosse ao chão, como todas&lt;br /&gt;
as outras flores que secas jaziam &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Então entrei&amp;nbsp; apressada&lt;br /&gt;
lágrimas escorriam molhando meu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;
procurei então um calendário&lt;br /&gt;
pra ver quanto faltava, outra primavera chegar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
e desabei em choro&lt;br /&gt;
ao perceber que&amp;nbsp; era setembro &lt;br /&gt;
e que a primavera mal começara&lt;br /&gt;
chorei, chorei, chorei !&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l8KnQqu9Yn4/Uk9gYQR4SOI/AAAAAAAABes/bVEcxXsa22c/s1600/nuvens+escuras.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l8KnQqu9Yn4/Uk9gYQR4SOI/AAAAAAAABes/bVEcxXsa22c/s320/nuvens+escuras.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No começo, eu não acreditava&lt;br /&gt;
ai, o tempo passou e, passei a acreditar&lt;br /&gt;
agora me sinto, me sinto perdida&lt;br /&gt;
nem sei mais , nem sei mais !&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mas me sinto cansada para pensar&lt;br /&gt;
então este ano não quero planejar&lt;br /&gt;
só quero que esta gripe se acabe&lt;br /&gt;
só quero que aquele feriado vem&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Este ano, só quero que o frio acabe&lt;br /&gt;
que este vento passe&lt;br /&gt;
quero que chegue o Natal&lt;br /&gt;
e que as férias , Venha!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Este ano eu quero acreditar&lt;br /&gt;
que o sol volte a brilhar&lt;br /&gt;
quero acreditar que o vento passe&lt;br /&gt;
quero acreditar, quero acreditar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Estava um dia passeando por ali&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gOjc-Fg99ns/UhApl5wne5I/AAAAAAAABdU/0j5t5NCGqWs/s1600/mesadebar.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gOjc-Fg99ns/UhApl5wne5I/AAAAAAAABdU/0j5t5NCGqWs/s1600/mesadebar.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;quando de repente , eu te conheci&lt;br /&gt;
tomava um chope com gente amiga&lt;br /&gt;
e sorriam e também eu sorri.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
e conversa vai e conversa vem&lt;br /&gt;
assim a noite passou&lt;br /&gt;
e o destino quis dar um jeitinho&lt;br /&gt;
e o mesmo metrô você tomou&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
e conversa vai e conversa vem&lt;br /&gt;
e resolveu parar em algum lugar&lt;br /&gt;
pegar alguma coisa que te pertencia&lt;br /&gt;
e para um suco de frutas me chamou&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
e conversa vai e conversa vem&lt;br /&gt;
números de telefones a gente trocou&lt;br /&gt;
e cada um seguiu dali seu caminho&lt;br /&gt;
mas parece que o cupido a flecha atirou&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
e nem cheguei ao destino&lt;br /&gt;
meu telefone tocou&lt;br /&gt;
fiquei feliz ouvir sua voz&lt;br /&gt;
e na conversa, a noite se esticou&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
no outro dia, era domingo,&lt;br /&gt;
e em um encontro, nosso olhar,&lt;br /&gt;
novamente se reencontrou&lt;br /&gt;
sorri com seu sorriso e no meu, seu semblante brilhou.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
já passou tanto tempo ,até hoje não esqueço,&lt;br /&gt;
você do outro lado da mesa&lt;br /&gt;
seu sorriso me sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;
e até hoje, nosso amor, continua lindo !&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l3cCAxm7qKk/UhAfZsFtT5I/AAAAAAAABdE/3ICtkpIl3ak/s1600/luarr.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l3cCAxm7qKk/UhAfZsFtT5I/AAAAAAAABdE/3ICtkpIl3ak/s1600/luarr.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Acendi um cigarro, sentei-me&lt;br /&gt;
sentei e fiquei olhando para o céu&lt;br /&gt;
as nuvens passavam, iam e vinham&lt;br /&gt;
e a lua; as nuvens escondia.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
e via a lua e eu sorria&lt;br /&gt;
mas vinha de novo as nuvens&lt;br /&gt;
e a lua de novo se escondia&lt;br /&gt;
nem sei mais, se valia olhar para o céu&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
mas o cigarro não terminara&lt;br /&gt;
e porque sair dali se para o céu eu olhava&lt;br /&gt;
e via as nuvens que esfregava&lt;br /&gt;
aquele borrão sobre a lua que talvez chorava&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
e novamente a lua brilhou&lt;br /&gt;
o céu novamente enfeitou, mas foi tão rápido&lt;br /&gt;
porque lá veio de novo as nuvens&lt;br /&gt;
e sua pele turva na lua esfregou&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
acabou-se o cigarro&lt;br /&gt;
não tinha motivo mais pra olhar pro céu&lt;br /&gt;
e também a nuvem choramingava&lt;br /&gt;
nem sei se eram lágrimas das nuvens&lt;br /&gt;
ou da lua que queria enfeitar o céu !&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesias-escritos.blogspot.com/feeds/3387664030272729335/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poesias-escritos.blogspot.com/2013/08/nuvens-e-lua.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381398664378241752/posts/default/3387664030272729335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381398664378241752/posts/default/3387664030272729335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesias-escritos.blogspot.com/2013/08/nuvens-e-lua.html' title='Nuvens e Lua'/><author><name>Solange Menezes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09631570026751334119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOUAOevhuoDHHbrrR62LlFr2qhFSoDzbQJqVFG9akk7HtSM8mrp0KkxauvU6QAveIRsBFmVGt8p-F2uQdQFRMpF_I6VFwH5ocYzb5sLm_tJ3qqtXTvNGRq4ZrZ2zyIE18/s220/rty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l3cCAxm7qKk/UhAfZsFtT5I/AAAAAAAABdE/3ICtkpIl3ak/s72-c/luarr.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1381398664378241752.post-5254753318649376438</id><published>2013-08-13T10:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2013-08-13T10:55:38.538-03:00</updated><title type='text'>meu programa de TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0BUaoa_uP2g/Ugkz8-nSIJI/AAAAAAAABcQ/WBwOkS24TAg/s1600/TV.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;242&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0BUaoa_uP2g/Ugkz8-nSIJI/AAAAAAAABcQ/WBwOkS24TAg/s320/TV.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quero fazer uma poesia pra você&lt;br /&gt;
mas nem sei o que escrever&lt;br /&gt;
não sei os seus gostos&lt;br /&gt;
nada sei de você.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mas todo dia, ligo a TV&lt;br /&gt;
só para te ver.&lt;br /&gt;
ver seus lábios que amo&lt;br /&gt;
e sorrir no sorriso de você&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
tudo é tão lindo, seus gestos, seus traços&lt;br /&gt;
sua voz sensual&lt;br /&gt;
e me apaixono, não faço mais nada&lt;br /&gt;
só pra ficar olhando a tela da TV&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
e quando o programa acaba&lt;br /&gt;
não entendi nada de nada, do que se falou ali&lt;br /&gt;
porque fiquei te olhando&lt;br /&gt;
e do programa eu me esqueci&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
é tanta cultura, tanta gente falando&lt;br /&gt;
mas eu só te cultuo, só fico te olhando&lt;br /&gt;
querendo sentir seu cheiro&lt;br /&gt;
se pudesse te abraçava primeiro&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
seus lábios que movem&lt;br /&gt;
palavras não ouço&lt;br /&gt;
só imagino meus beijos&lt;br /&gt;
sentindo seu gosto&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
mas é tanta distancia , nem sei de você&lt;br /&gt;
queria escrever uma poesia&lt;br /&gt;
mas está na hora de novo, de ligar a TV&lt;br /&gt;
dá licença então, vou ver seus lábios mexer.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dBRb9EE86so/Ugo6DaDqo6I/AAAAAAAABcg/Q-8pJrQwJt8/s1600/gente.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;218&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dBRb9EE86so/Ugo6DaDqo6I/AAAAAAAABcg/Q-8pJrQwJt8/s320/gente.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Só mais um pedaço de carne&lt;br /&gt;
andando em meio a multidão&lt;br /&gt;
uma multidão feitas de carnes&lt;br /&gt;
que vagam em solidão.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
e, correm pra cá e pra lá&lt;br /&gt;
em afã de encontrar sei-la o que ?&lt;br /&gt;
eu nem sei o que procuro&lt;br /&gt;
mas espero Deus aparecer&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
e se trombam carnes e carnes&lt;br /&gt;
pedaços de gentes que se vestem&lt;br /&gt;
carnes que usam saltos, batons&lt;br /&gt;
carnes que usam ternos, sapatos alemães&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
É, só carnes, que se dizem gente&lt;br /&gt;
bichos passeiam pelo interior&lt;br /&gt;
e fornicam nas vísceras&lt;br /&gt;
daqueles que se dizem doutor&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
mas são carnes, que andam&lt;br /&gt;
machucando calcanhar&lt;br /&gt;
correndo atrás de coisas&lt;br /&gt;
deixam a felicidade pra trás&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
carnes que um dia apodrecem&lt;br /&gt;
e os bichos consumirão até a paz&lt;br /&gt;
serão gritos, desesperos&lt;br /&gt;
e jogados agora a carne jaz&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
mas como carne vagueio&lt;br /&gt;
olhando o mundo sem entender&lt;br /&gt;
procuro até sorrisos naquelas carnes&lt;br /&gt;
que ainda não comecaram a apodrecer&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
vejo o sorriso das crianças&lt;br /&gt;
que com a carne das mãos seguram&lt;br /&gt;
em outra carne alimentando o coração&lt;br /&gt;
mas são carnes ainda pequenas, sorrindo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
e como carne que sou, vagueio&lt;br /&gt;
olho a todos sem entender nenhum&lt;br /&gt;
sou só este pedaço de carne&lt;br /&gt;
que passeio nas carnes da solidão &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
São multidões formadas&lt;br /&gt;
vieram de outros mundos eu nem sei&lt;br /&gt;
são todos estranhos esta gente&lt;br /&gt;
ninguém sorri e ninguém conhece ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-81WESzdVcl8/UgVYWMEwKpI/AAAAAAAABcA/ROw5UWLUigA/s1600/quero+colo.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-81WESzdVcl8/UgVYWMEwKpI/AAAAAAAABcA/ROw5UWLUigA/s320/quero+colo.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oi amor, hoje preciso do seu colo&lt;br /&gt;
do seu cheiro, de seu beijo&lt;br /&gt;
preciso amor, do seu abraço&lt;br /&gt;
de seu cafuné !&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oi amor, to assim meio sem graça,&lt;br /&gt;
sem forças na alma meu amor,&lt;br /&gt;
mas preciso de você&amp;nbsp; amor&lt;br /&gt;
para meu peito aquecer.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
perdoa amor, se fico assim chata&lt;br /&gt;
mas é a minha alma que ta machucada;&lt;br /&gt;
mas meu amor, quero que saiba&lt;br /&gt;
que preciso de você.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
prometo amor, que não estarei chata&lt;br /&gt;
mas estarei calada e quem sabe meu amor&lt;br /&gt;
os seus olhos, seu sorriso conseguirão&lt;br /&gt;
fazer minha alma reviver&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
quero seus beijos, seus abraços&lt;br /&gt;
quero todo seu calor em nossos abraços&lt;br /&gt;
amor meu, saiba, preciso ouvir que me ama&lt;br /&gt;
Eu preciso de você !&lt;/div&gt;
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