tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72640021245769212092012-01-25T17:11:56.228-08:00Este é o espaço onde a memória das sombras reside. Um lugar sem nome, onde o passado, presente e futuro se confrontam... Em "Sombras da Memória", desejos e receios dançam lado a lado, em redor do fogo da Alma.Administrador do sitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03397089144922299903noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264002124576921209.post-69429651495177954652011-06-27T15:14:00.000-07:002011-09-30T15:42:13.333-07:002011-09-30T15:42:13.333-07:00<div align="center"> <br /></div> <div align="center"> <br /></div> <div align="center"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RLNpdZDB_EM/ToZFeOJMS6I/AAAAAAAABSU/rMrew25dUyQ/s1600/tempo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RLNpdZDB_EM/ToZFeOJMS6I/AAAAAAAABSU/rMrew25dUyQ/s1600/tempo.jpg" /></a></div> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></div> <br /> <div align="center"> <br /></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Diz-me como eram os meus olhos,</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">fala-me da côr dos meus lábios</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">depois de um longo beijo...</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Fala-me do meu sorriso,</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">diz-me, se ainda fores capaz...</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Fala-me das palavras que te dizia,</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">mostra-me os vestígios de mim...</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Diz-me como eram os meus gestos,</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">fala-me do calor e do frio...</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Diz-me que sonhei no teu peito,</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">lembra-me a esperança e a vida..</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Fala-me do tempo sem tempo,</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">conta-me uma história sem idade,</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">fala-me da roupa que usava,</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">mostra-me os lugares onde vivi...</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Diz-me como acariciava os teus cabelos,</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">fala-me do barulho dos meus passos...</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Diz-me o que sentias</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">quando me tocavas...</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Diz-me se tinha um nome,</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">alguma coisa inconfundível...</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Fala-me dos meus medos</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">e angústias...</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Diz-me que um dia fui feliz,</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">fala-me desse dia,</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">diz-me se foi longo,</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">fala-me do vento e do sol,</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">fala-me do som da chuva,</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">inventa algo</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">que prove a minha existência...</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Diz-me que nos amámos</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">até à exaustão,</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">fala-me de nós,</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">como se tivessemos</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">existido...</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <br /></div> <div align="center"> <br /></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Barão de Campos</span></strong></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/sombrasdamemria<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264002124576921209-6942965149517795465?l=sombrasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Administrador do sitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03397089144922299903noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264002124576921209.post-86528950035924159152011-06-02T18:09:00.000-07:002011-09-13T17:00:00.272-07:002011-09-13T17:00:00.272-07:00<div align="center"> <br /></div> <div align="center"> <br /></div> <div align="center"> <img class="rg_hi" data-height="201" data-width="251" height="201" id="rg_hi" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTZ0n48dPZUn5CD0SXjSNvph24j8HP0kYEw5Kec0jiSnh59zts_sw" style="height: 201px; width: 251px;" width="251" /></div> <div align="center"> <br /></div> <div align="center"> <br /></div> <div align="center"> <br /></div> <div align="center"> <br /></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Olha bem dentro dos meus olhos,</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">consegues ver a raíz das lágrimas,</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">aquele lugar onde o tempo me sequestrou...</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Olha bem dentro dos meus olhos,</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">procura-me, encontra-me</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">se ainda for possível o resgate...</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <br /></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Olha bem dentro dos meus olhos,</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">navega nas minhas lágrimas,</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">navega como se procurásses</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">um porto de abrigo...</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Navega como se a praia do pensamento</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">estivesse no horizonte...</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <br /></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Olha bem dentro dos meus olhos,</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">tenho a certeza que escutarás</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">o soluçar de uma criança</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">esquecida no tempo...</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <br /></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Olha bem dentro dos meus olhos,</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">olha através da janela do tempo,</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">escuta o múrmurio</span></strong> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">das lágrimas,</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">lentas e lancinantes...</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <br /></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Olha bem dentro dos meus olhos,</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">mesmo que não acredites,</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">esta imagem espelhada,</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">estes cabelos brancos,</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">esse olhar transmutado,</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">desesperado e triste</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">pertencem-te...</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <br /></div> <div align="center"> <br /></div> <div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Barão de Campos</span></strong></div> <div align="center"> <br /></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/sombrasdamemria<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264002124576921209-8652895003592415915?l=sombrasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Administrador do sitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03397089144922299903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264002124576921209.post-77196228701955003322011-05-08T15:56:00.001-07:002011-09-30T17:22:16.365-07:002011-09-30T17:22:16.365-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0O1FCEy9g_U/ToZdHbdF4hI/AAAAAAAABSY/udArNfAz6tE/s1600/natuaindiferen%25C3%25A7a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0O1FCEy9g_U/ToZdHbdF4hI/AAAAAAAABSY/udArNfAz6tE/s1600/natuaindiferen%25C3%25A7a.jpg" /></a></div><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /> <b>Morrer nas palavras</b></div><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><b>o som desesperado da mente,</b></div><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><b>procurar nos lugares mais desertos</b></div><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><b> a humidade seca dos teus lábios</b></div><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><b>intolerantes e anacrónicamente lascivos</b></div><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><b>na pretensão da indiferença,</b></div><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><b>imponentes, hirtos e esmagadoramente mortíferos</b></div><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><b>no acto de sorver a vida e o prazer que a inunda...</b></div><br /> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /> <b></b></div><br /> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /> <b>Lábios ondulantes na lúxuria estridente,</b></div><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><b>selando os contornos de um amanhã disforme,</b></div><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><b>quase inerte, ainda que bífido e venenoso...</b></div><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sinto a desventura lenta da saliva corrosiva,</b></div><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><b>sulcando hemorrágicamente a alma,</b></div><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><b>num beijo ferindo um desejo por cumprir...</b></div><br /> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /> <b>Cerro os dentes, silencio a mente,</b></div><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><b>desligo o olhar, quebrando o encanto</b></div><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><b>num gesto de presa...</b></div><br /> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> <b>Procuro nas tuas mãos um sinal,</b></div><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><b>um movimento de cúmplicidade...</b></div><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><b>Alguma coisa que permaneça</b></div><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><b>na memória da memória sem nome...</b></div><br /> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /> <br /> </div><br /> </div><br /> <div><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/sombrasdamemria<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264002124576921209-7719622870195500332?l=sombrasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Administrador do sitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03397089144922299903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264002124576921209.post-40487677899252883532010-09-16T16:15:00.000-07:002011-09-30T17:23:22.047-07:002011-09-30T17:23:22.047-07:00<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;"></span></strong> <br /> <div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s7zp8OEfd0o/ToZdbIbY6CI/AAAAAAAABSc/QPgdbdAN3lU/s1600/semorreresamanha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s7zp8OEfd0o/ToZdbIbY6CI/AAAAAAAABSc/QPgdbdAN3lU/s1600/semorreresamanha.jpg" /></a></div><br /> <br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Se morreres amanhã,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">haverá apenas menos um passageiro</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">no comboio da tarde...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Se morreres amanhã,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">a ausência do compasso sonoro</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">dos&nbsp;teus passos</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">não será escutada...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Será apenas mais uma ausência</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">entre milhões de ausências habituadas...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Se morreres amanhã,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">alguns, poucos, lembrar-se-ão</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">de ti durante um ou dois dias...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Recordarão a tua morte</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">para celebrar a sua vida...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Não passarás de um bom motivo</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">de conversa...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Os portadores da notícia da tua morte,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">sentirão alguma alegria mórbida</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">na divulgação da notícia em primeira mão...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">"Eh pá, sabes quem é que morreu...?..."</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Se morreres amanhã,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">serás boa pessoa nos dias seguintes,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">inventarão&nbsp;defeitos</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">pouco tempo depois...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Passado um ano já te mataram</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">vezes sem conta...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Se morreres amanhã,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">desapareces ou deixas de aparecer,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">apenas...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Se morreres amanhã,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">haverá um prazo legal</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">para participarem o teu óbito...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">... apenas isso...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">um prazo legal...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">De ti, restará um número de processo</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">na reparticão de finanças...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Depois de morto,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">continuarão a enviar-te&nbsp;</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">a conta da água, da luz, do telefone...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Se morreres amanhã,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">terás quatro pessoas a chorar-te...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Se morreres amanhã,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">os negociantes da morte</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">serão os primeiros</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">a fazer-se anunciar</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">aparecerão vestidos de negro,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">solicitos e ainda quentes do morto anterior...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Se morreres amanhã</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">a segurança social vai poupar</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">no que seria a tua reforma...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Se morreres amanhã,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">só mesmo tu é que vais</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">dar por isso...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Se morreres amanhã,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">morres...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/sombrasdamemria<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264002124576921209-4048767789925288353?l=sombrasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Administrador do 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class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><br /> <div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Olháste-me dentro do olhar,</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>suplicáste um beijo,</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>ensaiaste um abraço,</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>lembráste um desejo,</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>escutáste memórias,</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>sentiste aquele arrepio...</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>dançáste e tropeçáste</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>na armadilha do tempo...</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>olháste-me dentro do olhar,</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>procuráste aquela expressão,</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>um vestígio de nós...</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>estendeste-me a mão</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>para não caíres,</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>aproximáste os lábios</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>para te despedires...</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>desejáste o desejo</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>na memória de um beijo...</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>esboçáste um gesto,</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>frágeis, as tuas pernas,</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>arrancaram um passo...</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>olháste-me dentro do olhar,</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>disseste-me amor e amar</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>conjugáste o verbo</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>num passado quase perfeito...</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>pegáste na minha mão,</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>entrelaçámos os dedos,</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>falámos dos medos...</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Olháste-me dentro do olhar,</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>abraçámo-nos...</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>olháste-me dentro do olhar,</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>testemunháste</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>as lágrimas...</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Olháste-me dentro do olhar,</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>amáste-me dentro do amar,</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>sentiste o compasso descendente</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>do pulsar...</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>olháste-me dentro do olhar</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>e partiste...</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>para não mais voltar...</b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/sombrasdamemria<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264002124576921209-9104265537124304711?l=sombrasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Administrador do sitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03397089144922299903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264002124576921209.post-59348190478694028762010-06-21T16:12:00.000-07:002011-09-30T17:27:03.039-07:002011-09-30T17:27:03.039-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FIl1F0Lires/ToZeKtCV4LI/AAAAAAAABSo/sNvm1GF7WdY/s1600/desespero.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FIl1F0Lires/ToZeKtCV4LI/AAAAAAAABSo/sNvm1GF7WdY/s1600/desespero.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><br /> <br /> <div align="center"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /> <div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Amanhã serás o ontem esmagado,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">o rasto dos teus passos serão meras sombras</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">no desalinho das emoções esquecidas...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Galgas os dias, afugentas as horas,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">abraças os instantes em despedidas</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">sem corpo...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Procuras as marcas da tua presença</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">e encontras fantasmas em agonia...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Cansado de amanhãs nascidos mortos,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">caminhas na solidão sem nome...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Hoje, mais do que ontem,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">sabes que ninguém escutará</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">as tuas súplicas...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Vives paredes meias com a morte,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">sem ninguém que testemunhe</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">a tua existência...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Morres em cada lágrima</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">o desespero do tempo...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Resistes mais um instante,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">como quem ainda espera por alguém</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">ou por alguma coisa...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Morre dentro de ti a última memória</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">daquilo que sentiste vida,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">morre dentro de ti</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">o último lugar onde acreditáste</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">em milagres...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Indiferente, a tarde cai,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">igual à última tarde...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Sentes que a tua solidão</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">é o teu pior carrasco...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">A noite chega, escura,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">quase morte...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">continuas só, absolutamente só...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Não sabes se estás louco</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">ou lúcido...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Esqueceste-te de ti,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">do teu nome...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Sabes que ninguém se lembrará</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">de quem foste...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Serás apenas o velhote da cama 35,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">o tal que não tem ninguém,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">o tal que chora todas as noites...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">serás apenas mais um sem nome</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">e sem história...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/sombrasdamemria<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264002124576921209-5934819047869402876?l=sombrasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Administrador do sitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03397089144922299903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264002124576921209.post-16843037970804436552010-03-23T16:51:00.000-07:002011-09-30T17:28:49.912-07:002011-09-30T17:28:49.912-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, 'Arial Narrow', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 18px;"></span></div><div style="line-height: 2em; margin: 10px 0px 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><br /> </span></b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="line-height: 2em; margin: 10px 0px 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nHT3oaMNGFc/ToZee7ruBII/AAAAAAAABSs/brbj5HZqQwQ/s1600/memoria.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nHT3oaMNGFc/ToZee7ruBII/AAAAAAAABSs/brbj5HZqQwQ/s1600/memoria.jpg" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><br /> </span></b></span></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><br /> </span></b></span></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="line-height: 2em; margin: 10px 0px 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">A manhã era um lugar de esperança,</span></b></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 2em; margin: 10px 0px 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">caminhava para ti, no encanto de te ver,</span></b></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 2em; margin: 10px 0px 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">vislumbrava-te na distância,</span></b></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 2em; margin: 10px 0px 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">os passos e o coração aceleravam,</span></b></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 2em; margin: 10px 0px 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">acontecia o beijo quente e doce,</span></b></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 2em; margin: 10px 0px 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">num abraço de vidas,</span></b></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 2em; margin: 10px 0px 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">num relance de eternidade...</span></b></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 2em; margin: 10px 0px 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span></div><div style="line-height: 2em; margin: 10px 0px 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">Amar-te era a razão, a única razão,</span></b></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 2em; margin: 10px 0px 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">tocar-te, sentir-te, olhar-te...</span></b></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 2em; margin: 10px 0px 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">Apertávamos as mãos e a terra tremia,</span></b></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 2em; margin: 10px 0px 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">ano após ano, dia após dia,</span></b></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 2em; margin: 10px 0px 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">em cada instante,</span></b></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 2em; margin: 10px 0px 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">Amo-te terna e eternamente...</span></b></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 2em; margin: 10px 0px 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span></b></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 2em; margin: 10px 0px 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span></b></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 2em; margin: 10px 0px 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">Barão de Campos</span></b></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/sombrasdamemria<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264002124576921209-1684303797080443655?l=sombrasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Administrador do sitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03397089144922299903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264002124576921209.post-64225339844795214042010-03-23T16:21:00.000-07:002011-09-30T17:30:42.909-07:002011-09-30T17:30:42.909-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /> </b></span></span></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /> </b></span></span></span><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2BltPE1yr5Y/ToZe3W7ex2I/AAAAAAAABSw/U9KsBdtPo3c/s1600/mulherpaisagem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2BltPE1yr5Y/ToZe3W7ex2I/AAAAAAAABSw/U9KsBdtPo3c/s1600/mulherpaisagem.jpg" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /> </b></span></span></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /> </b></span></span></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><br /> </b></span></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /> </b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /> </b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /> </b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Docemente, os teus olhos dançavam,</b></span></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><br /> </b></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>flutuavam no movimento do corpo,</b></span></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><br /> </b></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>como canoas brancas à deriva...</b></span></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><br /> </b></span></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><br /> </b></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Quentes, os teus lábios devoravam</b></span></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><br /> </b></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>a ânsia crua e incandescente dos meus...</b></span></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><br /> </b></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>A tarde volvia sem apego nem tormenta,</b></span></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><br /> </b></span><strong>entardecendo a nudez pálida do desejo...</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><strong><br /> </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><strong><br /> </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 18px;"><strong><br /> </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b>Barão de Campos</b></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/sombrasdamemria<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264002124576921209-6422533984479521404?l=sombrasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Administrador do sitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03397089144922299903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264002124576921209.post-77963795179823840862010-02-19T14:36:00.000-08:002011-09-30T17:31:25.895-07:002011-09-30T17:31:25.895-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-klOJTZI7vTI/ToZfUk-CdRI/AAAAAAAABS0/bVRMVgb4_aU/s1600/oteulugar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-klOJTZI7vTI/ToZfUk-CdRI/AAAAAAAABS0/bVRMVgb4_aU/s1600/oteulugar.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Lembro-me dos teus longos cabelos negros,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>na força do teu olhar quente e doce,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>quase a tocar o meu rosto...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Lembro-me da tua beleza,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>próxima da minha loucura...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Lembro-me da forma espessa</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>e vermelha dos teus lábios...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Lembro-me do som melódico</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>da tua voz...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Lembro-me da tua pele macia,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>na alegria do teu sorriso...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Lembro-me de te amar</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>sem que o soubesses...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Lembro-me dos teus gestos,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>mesmo quando não te movias...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Queria sonhar contigo</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>e acreditar que não tinhas partido...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Queria ter-me despedido,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>mesmo que o silêncio</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>fosse a palavra maior</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>contida num abraço</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>que a memória não apagaria...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Barão de Campos</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/sombrasdamemria<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264002124576921209-7796379517982384086?l=sombrasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Administrador do sitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03397089144922299903noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264002124576921209.post-23206102957118421942010-02-08T17:15:00.000-08:002011-09-30T17:32:45.172-07:002011-09-30T17:32:45.172-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SXcas3ws0eo/ToZfgPxnNEI/AAAAAAAABS4/rs-NwJO8oMc/s1600/norefluxodaspalavras" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SXcas3ws0eo/ToZfgPxnNEI/AAAAAAAABS4/rs-NwJO8oMc/s200/norefluxodaspalavras" width="150" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Não sei o que procuras quando me encontras,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">nem o que sentes quando me tocas...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Não sei interpretar as palavras</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">que regurgitas com esforço...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Não sei se os teus olhos</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">conseguem ver ou ser vistos...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Não sei se os teus lábios</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">fervem de amor ou de ódio...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Não sei se o teu corpo</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">é abrigo ou clandestinidade...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Não sei se és mágoa,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">dor ou apenas simulação...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Não sei se as palavras</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">que não pronuncias</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">são as únicas que dizes...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Não sei se os teus gestos</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">afagam mágoas</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ou esmagam sonhos...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Não sei se as tuas mãos</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">se entrelaçam nas minhas</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ou se ensaiam estrangular-me...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Não sei, se és noite,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">madrugada ou manhã,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ou se és apenas a tarde</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">de mim já morta...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Não sei se és desejo,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">prazer, amor, paixão</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">&nbsp;ou apenas volúpia...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/sombrasdamemria<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264002124576921209-2320610295711842194?l=sombrasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Administrador do sitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03397089144922299903noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264002124576921209.post-78864785887520720722010-01-19T14:39:00.000-08:002011-09-30T17:33:42.767-07:002011-09-30T17:33:42.767-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vUDpbays6CE/ToZf2iofb-I/AAAAAAAABS8/QWUgmS_M2WI/s1600/sepultadosvivos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vUDpbays6CE/ToZf2iofb-I/AAAAAAAABS8/QWUgmS_M2WI/s1600/sepultadosvivos.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><br /> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Em cada canto sombrio,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>inesperado, ouvem-se vozes,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>conservadas pelo frio,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>como apodrecidas nozes...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Ei-los! Sepultados vivos,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>sem nomes nem idades...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Extraviados sem retorno,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>aninham-se no ventre da noite,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>viajam no corpo da madrugada e</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>amanhecem nos postais ilustrados</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>das cidades sem alma...</b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/sombrasdamemria<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264002124576921209-7886478588752072072?l=sombrasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Administrador do sitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03397089144922299903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264002124576921209.post-53143737942286102202010-01-19T14:09:00.000-08:002011-09-30T17:34:28.489-07:002011-09-30T17:34:28.489-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-84qrHNbI8XA/ToZgB7sP8WI/AAAAAAAABTA/RODrDi0LQQk/s1600/cidade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-84qrHNbI8XA/ToZgB7sP8WI/AAAAAAAABTA/RODrDi0LQQk/s1600/cidade.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Prostitutas deambulam na cidade</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>que ferve por entre os dentes das horas...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Desfilam numa passerele sem nome,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>ensaiam gestos, movimentos...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Ondulam as ancas abertas,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>exibem os seios hirtos...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Os lábios exalam um misto</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>de prazer e náusea...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>As esquinas são abrigos armadilhados,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>&nbsp;gastos pela escravidão e pelo medo...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Ao longe, numa falsa timidez,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Maria, tem no olhar as primaveras</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>que não viveu...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Doce, quase humana,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>olha a tarde em busca de um milagre...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Uma blusa transparente ondula,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>a mini saia convida...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Maria, tem uma voz fraca,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>doces e densos os olhos parecem húmidos...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>O crepúsculo tomou conta da cidade,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>as cores e as faces, são apenas silhuetas,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>anónimas, sem alma...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>O largo fica mais povoado,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>sombras atravessando sombras...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Maria, acabou de negociar as entranhas...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Negou mais uma chance</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>de sentir-se amada...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/sombrasdamemria<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264002124576921209-5314373794228610220?l=sombrasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Administrador do sitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03397089144922299903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264002124576921209.post-24163630253757374192010-01-04T15:52:00.000-08:002011-10-01T18:00:53.968-07:002011-10-01T18:00:53.968-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br /> </b></span><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br /> </b></span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br /> </b></span><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LpVGnl85vD4/Toe3vm0VU9I/AAAAAAAABTs/aVMzckfKpFE/s1600/desertodeemo%25C3%25A7%25C3%25B5es.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LpVGnl85vD4/Toe3vm0VU9I/AAAAAAAABTs/aVMzckfKpFE/s1600/desertodeemo%25C3%25A7%25C3%25B5es.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br /> </b></span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br /> </b></span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br /> </b></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br /> </b></span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Olhos desventrados nas colinas do medo,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>lanços espezinhados pela tortura do tempo...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Dementes, os teus passos e pensamentos</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>difusos, confusos, ausentes, latentes...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Vultos que se movem nas esquinas,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>sombras negras, rápidas e sólidas...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Desespero no olhar vazio das paisagens mortas...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Altares sem esperança, lugares estéreis,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>gente gritando o último grito...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Ossadas esquecidas,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>saltos altos, gravatas, poder, vaidade...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Longe, entre gemidos,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>espasmos e sonhos,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>a vida insiste, persiste, resiste</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>e perde...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Ciclo paradoxal,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>consciências que se volatilizam</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>na eternidade...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Morte...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Barão de Campos</b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/sombrasdamemria<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264002124576921209-2416363025375737419?l=sombrasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Administrador do sitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03397089144922299903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264002124576921209.post-48768361014234405192010-01-02T15:23:00.000-08:002011-09-30T17:36:19.837-07:002011-09-30T17:36:19.837-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CRlpdXo-0H8/ToZgdt5RK2I/AAAAAAAABTI/O8Fr3qd_d2Q/s1600/promessasvadias" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CRlpdXo-0H8/ToZgdt5RK2I/AAAAAAAABTI/O8Fr3qd_d2Q/s320/promessasvadias" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Últimas palavras, gestos, olhares,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>traição da memória...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>sedentos de ódio, rasgam o espaço,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>perfuram lancinantemente a alma...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>...sempre e nunca...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>impossibilidades possíveis,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>sofrimentos esquecidos...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>eternas saudades que se esbatem</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>no passar dos dias...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>ausência solidificada...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>sombras partindo,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>sons ofegantes,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>distantes, quase inaudiveis...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>memórias em agonia...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>estranhos na estranheza</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>consolidada da negação...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Abraços gélidos,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>lugares sem nome,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>recordações assassinadas...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Promessas vadias,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>derramadas pelas esquinas,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>sonhos dedilhados</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>em acordãos falsos...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Palavras partidas,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>gravadas nas lápides</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>quase brancas do silêncio...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Amor sangrando</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>no rasto de um poema</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>que desejou ser matéria,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>forma e alma...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Frias e vazias</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>as mãos fecham-se,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>os braços cruzam-se...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>as lágrimas mortas e humilhadas</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>secaram a memória</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>dos corpos, num tempo</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>feito de gesso...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Barão de Campos</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/sombrasdamemria<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264002124576921209-4876836101423440519?l=sombrasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Administrador do sitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03397089144922299903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264002124576921209.post-62768018431993309832009-12-13T16:22:00.000-08:002011-09-30T17:37:02.355-07:002011-09-30T17:37:02.355-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mRSWAD4nyXQ/ToZgo5Id_eI/AAAAAAAABTM/EfiEDHwNpe8/s1600/deserto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mRSWAD4nyXQ/ToZgo5Id_eI/AAAAAAAABTM/EfiEDHwNpe8/s1600/deserto.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Nada do que faças faz sentido,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>cada palavra não significa nada...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Não consigo exprimir uma sensação,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>um sofrimento ou paixão...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Hoje, os teus lábios são cinzentos,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>pálidos, incolores...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Nada, nem o teu corpo,&nbsp;</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>desperta o desejo...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Hoje, assisto à morte dos sentidos,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>impotente...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Não habito os teus olhos,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>nem lhes vislumbro encanto...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Hoje, sou a indiferença,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>deserto do pensamento...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>o Fim...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/sombrasdamemria<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264002124576921209-6276801843199330983?l=sombrasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Administrador do sitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03397089144922299903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264002124576921209.post-13453490038098465742009-12-13T16:02:00.000-08:002011-10-01T17:40:27.922-07:002011-10-01T17:40:27.922-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KZBfOT18sLo/Toey6B-gsoI/AAAAAAAABTQ/AFOJdJEs3PA/s1600/agoniadisforme" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KZBfOT18sLo/Toey6B-gsoI/AAAAAAAABTQ/AFOJdJEs3PA/s1600/agoniadisforme" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Inerte, incapaz de soletrar um desejo,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>tombou a cabeça na ilusão fria,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>inventando um sentido,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>oferecendo mais uma chance...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Esforçado, o grito,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>o apelo breve,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>balanceando a noite</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>numa agonia disforme,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>sem semblante...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Palavras silênciadas,</b></span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>&nbsp;na brevidade espessa,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>dos silêncios doridos...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Moribundo na loucura</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>acesa de uma lágrima...</b></span><br /> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>&nbsp;derradeira...</b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/sombrasdamemria<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264002124576921209-1345349003809846574?l=sombrasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Administrador do sitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03397089144922299903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264002124576921209.post-90507315521828947662009-10-04T09:15:00.000-07:002011-10-01T17:51:28.824-07:002011-10-01T17:51:28.824-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"><b><br /> </b></span></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"><b><br /> </b></span></span><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mvacnXcRwhU/Toe0cPc7-HI/AAAAAAAABTU/IKgF7Audvp8/s1600/noencantodosteusgestos" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mvacnXcRwhU/Toe0cPc7-HI/AAAAAAAABTU/IKgF7Audvp8/s1600/noencantodosteusgestos" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"><b><br /> </b></span></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"><b><br /> </b></span></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"></span><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; line-height: 27px;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Olhos rasgados na suavidade do teu rosto,<br /> mordes os lábios húmidos e intensos,<br /> tudo em ti se articula numa aura de desejo,<br /> desenhas com os gestos os códigos mais secretos...<br /> <br /> Não sei o teu nome,<br /> talvez tenhas um nome que tenha nascido antes de ti,<br /> um nome capaz de criar tanta beleza...<br /> Talvez, o teu nome esteja gravado no sonho<br /> mais íntimo de cada homem...<br /> <br /> A tua voz é um som que atravessava o ar<br /> causando um arrepio quase sólido...<br /> O teu sorriso é brando e cauteloso,<br /> como se escondesse algo magico...<br /> <br /> Impregnas o espaço com o teu cheiro de Mulher,<br /> seduzes com a naturalidade de uma flor,<br /> brilhas com a beleza de uma estrela...</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 27px;"><b><br /> </b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 27px;"><b>Barão de Campos</b></span></span><br /> <span style="color: white; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: medium; line-height: 27px;"><b><br /> </b></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> <span style="color: white;"></span></span></b></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/sombrasdamemria<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264002124576921209-9050731552182894766?l=sombrasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Administrador do sitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03397089144922299903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264002124576921209.post-68280739949249080282009-10-01T11:59:00.000-07:002011-10-01T17:52:07.036-07:002011-10-01T17:52:07.036-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /> </span></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /> </span></span><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RATHRCEqyHE/Toe1rTKQN6I/AAAAAAAABTY/Xy-SwSEHz10/s1600/dancandonanoite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RATHRCEqyHE/Toe1rTKQN6I/AAAAAAAABTY/Xy-SwSEHz10/s1600/dancandonanoite.jpg" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /> </span></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /> </span></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;"><u><br /> </u></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /> </span></span></div><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif;"></span><br /> <div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif;"><strong>Dançavas na noite uma dança sem movimento,</strong></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif;"><br /> <div align="center"><strong>corrias na direcção da madrugada,</strong></div><br /> <div align="center"><strong>em busca de um lugar teu...</strong></div><br /> <div align="center"><strong>palavra após palavra, descobrias um sentido</strong></div><br /> <div align="center"><strong>para manteres os olhos abertos...</strong></div><br /> <div align="center"><strong>O rubor do teu rosto, transparecia surpresa,</strong></div><br /> <div align="center"><strong>como se todas as manhãs</strong></div><br /> <div align="center"><strong>fossem reconhecidamente virgens e virginais...</strong></div><br /> <div align="center"><strong>Melancólica, a palavra suspensa</strong></div><br /> <div align="center"><strong>caminhava para o seu destino último...</strong></div><br /> <div align="center"><strong>O fogo flutuava em formas múltiplas,</strong></div><br /> <div align="center"><strong>indiferente à paisagem do teu verdadeiro ser...</strong></div><br /> <div align="center"><strong>Noite dentro da noite,</strong></div><br /> <div align="center"><strong>a madrugada rompia o seu derradeiro véu,</strong></div><br /> <div align="center"><strong>pausavas a vida, como quem suspende a respiração...</strong></div><br /> <div align="center"><strong>Absurda, a manhã orvalhava,</strong></div><br /> <div align="center"><strong>enquanto as lágrimas espreitavam,</strong></div><br /> <div align="center"><strong>cintilantes na boca do teu olhar...</strong></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"><b><br /> </b></div></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/sombrasdamemria<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264002124576921209-6828073994924908028?l=sombrasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Administrador do sitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03397089144922299903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264002124576921209.post-63861057731764823572009-09-14T03:02:00.000-07:002011-10-01T18:28:17.574-07:002011-10-01T18:28:17.574-07:00<span style="color: black;"></span><br /> <div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: 100%; line-height: 20px;"></span></span><br /> <div align="center"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span></strong><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L4bdgXyyUmc/Toe2I2PLOjI/AAAAAAAABTc/_rXeD78tLGE/s1600/ondeestiveres.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L4bdgXyyUmc/Toe2I2PLOjI/AAAAAAAABTc/_rXeD78tLGE/s1600/ondeestiveres.jpg" /></a></div><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span></strong><br /> <strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span></strong><br /> <strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span></strong><br /> <br /> <div align="center"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">Entre pensamentos, rostos e lugares,</span></strong></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span><br /> <div align="center"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">encontrarás e escutarás vezes sem conta,</span></strong></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span><br /> <div align="center"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">silhuetas, vozes, memórias de um tempo</span></strong></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span><br /> <div align="center"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">que se cansou da espera nunca esperada...</span></strong></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span><br /> <div align="center"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">Inventávamos um tempo sem tempo</span></strong></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span><br /> <div align="center"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">entre dois espaços separados por alguma coisa</span></strong></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span><br /> <div align="center"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">que se travestia de eternidade...</span></strong></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span><br /> <div align="center"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">Vazios os teus olhos olham, distantes,</span></strong></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span><br /> <div align="center"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">aqueles pequenos e imensos nadas,</span></strong></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span><br /> <div align="center"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">que sabiam a tudo...</span></strong></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span><br /> <div align="center"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">Lugares onde as mãos falavam, sussurravam,</span></strong></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span><br /> <div align="center"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">por vezes choravam...</span></strong></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span><br /> <div align="center"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">Longe, os horizontes parecem clamar</span></strong></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span><br /> <div align="center"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">por um novo abraço...</span></strong></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span><br /> <div align="center"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">Entre a neblina dos caminhos,</span></strong></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span><br /> <div align="center"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">nascem formas perdidas,</span></strong></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span><br /> <div align="center"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">ouvem-se canções, melodias, lamentos, múrmurios...</span></strong></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span><br /> <div align="center"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">Indiferentes, as noites dobram-se,</span></strong></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span><br /> <div align="center"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">as árvores espreguiçam-se e entre uma lágrima</span></strong></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span><br /> <div align="center"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">e um sorriso, a lua preenche a invisibilidade dos nossos lábios...</span></strong></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span><br /> <div align="center"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">Na magia dos lugares sem nome,</span></strong></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span><br /> <div align="center"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">pairam os nossos fantasmas,</span></strong></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span><br /> <div align="center"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">entrelaçados numa dança eterna...</span></strong></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span><br /> <div align="center"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">Húmidos, os bosques, pululam de vida,</span></strong></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span><br /> <div align="center"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">longínquos, os sons das fadas e dos gnomos,</span></strong></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span><br /> <div align="center"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">misturam-se com vestígios da presença ausente</span></strong></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span><br /> <div align="center"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">dos nossos corpos...</span></strong></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span><br /> <div align="center"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">Na memória dos ventos, ondulam as últimas palavras,</span></strong></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span><br /> <div align="center"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span">espelhos do tempo,&nbsp;</span></strong><strong><span class="Apple-style-span">molduras com imagens serpenteando,</span></strong></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span><br /> <div align="center"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">opacas, nubladas, encarceradas...</span></strong></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span><br /> <div align="center"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">Algures, estamos nós...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="right"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span></span></strong><br /> <strong><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span></span></strong><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">Barão de Campos</span></b></div></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><b style="background-color: black;"><br /> </b></span><br /> <strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /> </span></strong><br /> <b><br /> </b></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/sombrasdamemria<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264002124576921209-6386105773176482357?l=sombrasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Administrador do sitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03397089144922299903noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264002124576921209.post-33457706738471052582009-09-11T13:36:00.000-07:002011-10-01T17:56:34.505-07:002011-10-01T17:56:34.505-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /> </span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qu2w82jvkoM/Toe2t9d_acI/AAAAAAAABTg/6OpJdOzTWIs/s1600/doceequente.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qu2w82jvkoM/Toe2t9d_acI/AAAAAAAABTg/6OpJdOzTWIs/s1600/doceequente.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /> </span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /> </span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /> </span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Lábios de vermelho espesso, húmidos e abertos,</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">olhar doce e lascivo…</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Vértices, movimentos vincados,</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">gemidos latentes num arfar escaldante…</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Seios desnudados e erectos,</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">mamilos de sabor corrosivo…</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Ondular de ancas,</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">vislumbre de coxas abertas,</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">numa paisagem de Mulher desejo…</span></b></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/sombrasdamemria<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264002124576921209-3345770673847105258?l=sombrasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Administrador do sitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03397089144922299903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264002124576921209.post-56822864770236694732009-09-06T17:23:00.000-07:002011-10-01T17:57:41.447-07:002011-10-01T17:57:41.447-07:00<div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rYucFLGVJSI/Toe24Bz9FKI/AAAAAAAABTk/g3PC50xrvZA/s1600/penumbrasafagadas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rYucFLGVJSI/Toe24Bz9FKI/AAAAAAAABTk/g3PC50xrvZA/s1600/penumbrasafagadas.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Dor, prazer em forma de arpão,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">movimento que os gestos toleram</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">na loucura dos gemidos</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">que as palavras não soletram...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">...ruivas, numa tonalidade</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">que dissimula o negro do olhar...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Soltas as gotas aprisionadas,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">penumbras afagadas</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">em timbres mudos...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Arrancas nos silêncios espaçados,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">ritmos lancinantes,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">orfãos da razão e do tempo...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Compões melodias sem tom,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">em desarmonias folheadas,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">cobertas com espuma</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">cheirando a maresia...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Compulsivamente, prazer e ânsia,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">abrigados na tua alma,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">mágoa inominada,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">lugar pálido e opaco,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">singelo vestígio dos teus olhos</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">esbeltos, indefinidos,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">talvez amantes amados...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /> </b></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/sombrasdamemria<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264002124576921209-5682286477023669473?l=sombrasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Administrador do sitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03397089144922299903noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264002124576921209.post-25033597943538292162009-08-28T16:00:00.001-07:002011-10-01T17:59:11.084-07:002011-10-01T17:59:11.084-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wLCnd-Iqbak/Toe3SeI-eII/AAAAAAAABTo/32c_NmirBlI/s1600/docemanha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wLCnd-Iqbak/Toe3SeI-eII/AAAAAAAABTo/32c_NmirBlI/s1600/docemanha.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /> </b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Doce, a manhã iluminava o teu rosto,</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>combinando de forma harmoniosa</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>as mais belas tonalidades…</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Nos teus olhos primaveris,</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>desfilavam as mais belas paisagens…</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>lugares de desejo e ternura,</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>na profundeza rosácea das interdições…</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Naquele tempo sem tempo,</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>a eternidade estava ali,</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>nos longos beijos onde as línguas</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>serpenteavam a dança do amor…</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Havia no tempo e no espaço o encanto</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>das descobertas e o fervor das conquistas…</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Naquele tempo, as pequeninas coisas,</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>eram as mais belas odisseias…</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Naquele tempo sem tempo,</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>havia um lugar secreto no universo</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>onde o Amor acontecia…</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Naquele tempo sem tempo,</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>amar-te era a viagem marcada</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>sem regresso…</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>o desejo quente e húmido,</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>o estontear entrelaçado,</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>do Amor…</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Naquele tempo sem tempo</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>o Amor era a paisagem</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>mais bela…</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Naquele tempo sem tempo</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Um beijo tinha o poder</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>da criação universal…</b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/sombrasdamemria<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264002124576921209-2503359794353829216?l=sombrasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Administrador do sitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03397089144922299903noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264002124576921209.post-37465041027971110292009-08-25T16:41:00.000-07:002011-02-06T04:33:15.703-08:002011-02-06T04:33:15.703-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cp8r6jQpf5s/SpR3K9c7xtI/AAAAAAAABFw/bFuTuviBLf0/s1600-h/janela.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374051285538162386" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cp8r6jQpf5s/SpR3K9c7xtI/AAAAAAAABFw/bFuTuviBLf0/s400/janela.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 130px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 93px;" /></a><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"></span><br /> <div align="center" style="line-height: 1.6em; margin: 0.7em 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: medium;"><b>Se pudesse voltar a tocar os teus cabelos côr de vento…</b></span></span></div><div align="center" style="line-height: 1.6em; margin: 0.7em 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: medium;"><b>Se pudesse deitar-me sobre o teu corpo aberto e quente….</b></span></span></div><div align="center" style="line-height: 1.6em; margin: 0.7em 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: medium;"><b>Se pudesse beijar os teus lábios espessos…</b></span></span></div><div align="center" style="line-height: 1.6em; margin: 0.7em 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: medium;"><b>Se pudesse sentir-te minha por um só momento…</b></span></span></div><div align="center" style="line-height: 1.6em; margin: 0.7em 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: medium;"><b>Se… Se…</b></span></span></div><div align="center" style="line-height: 1.6em; margin: 0.7em 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: medium;"><b>Se tudo tivesse acontecido, nada ficaria do inobtido….</b></span></span></div><div align="center" style="line-height: 1.6em; margin: 0.7em 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: medium;"><b>… e tu… não significarias mais nada…</b></span></span></div><div align="center" style="line-height: 1.6em; margin: 0.7em 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: medium;"><b>nem lembrança nem desejo,</b></span></span></div><div align="center" style="line-height: 1.6em; margin: 0.7em 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: medium;"><b>apenas cansaço…</b></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/sombrasdamemria<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264002124576921209-3746504102797111029?l=sombrasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Administrador do sitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03397089144922299903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264002124576921209.post-90372825190133721692009-08-19T11:13:00.000-07:002009-08-19T11:16:19.712-07:002009-08-19T11:16:19.712-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp8r6jQpf5s/SoxBLfwvs1I/AAAAAAAABEo/UGDSkVv05VU/s1600-h/paisagemabstracta.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 107px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp8r6jQpf5s/SoxBLfwvs1I/AAAAAAAABEo/UGDSkVv05VU/s400/paisagemabstracta.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371740121306477394" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Recordo-te na espuma do tempo,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>recordo-te no acenar espesso</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>das palavras sufocadas...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Recordo-te na alegria breve...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Recordo-te no espelho quebrado</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>das imagens feitas de vapor...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Recordo-te na fragilidade</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>das promessas de amor...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Recordo-te na hora morta de mim,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>na ilusão que se acentua...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Recordo-te na imposição</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>dos instantes vazios...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Recordo-te na imensa tarde das avenidas,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>recordo-te nas noites à beira mar...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Recordo-te nas rochas,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>repletas do teu luar...</b></span></div></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/sombrasdamemria<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264002124576921209-9037282519013372169?l=sombrasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Administrador do sitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03397089144922299903noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264002124576921209.post-60015363513817248402009-07-31T15:45:00.000-07:002009-08-18T11:22:05.098-07:002009-08-18T11:22:05.098-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cp8r6jQpf5s/SorxR0l-QpI/AAAAAAAABEg/dW0D7K3lW6E/s1600-h/mulherlindaquatro.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 99px;" 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