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Cansadas de serem verdes,<br />
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Promessa de Amor,<br /> que juras.<br /> Confessas ao vento.<br /> Que amas.<br /><div class="text_exposed_show">
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Muitas, muitas são as cores,<br />
com que te fazes ouvir.<br />
São fragâncias, odores...<br />
Tão bons são de sentir.<br />
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Nos teus gestos, delicadeza.<br />
ondas do mar, fazem lembrar.<br />
Sentimentos com grandeza,<br />
um bater de asas, e voar...<br />
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O beijo... Ah!!! Sinfonia...<br />
Orquestra bem afinada!...<br />
O mundo ao redor em folia,<br />
só os anjos dão uma mirada!<br />
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Sou tempo, <br /> vento, <br /> luar, <br /> sol, <br /> ondas do mar...<div class="text_exposed_show">
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Momentos esquecidos no tempo,<br />
perdidos de mim...<br />
Levados no vento!!!<br />
Foram quantos, foram imensos...<br />
Agora prendo-os!...<br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Sinceras as sombras que nos teus
olhos se reflectem.<br /> Meras recordações de tempos gastos.<br /> Tempos que como água do
rio, sossegaram no mar.<br /> Tempos que como nuvens o vento levou! </span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">E que sobrou? Um tudo de nada, um
nada de tudo! <br />Quimeras, vivências, ensinamentos, experiências de vida, lições!<br /> Tempos
que se reencontram em cada olhar, em cada esquina dobrada, em interrogações.<br /> Ilusões,
fábulas, histórias, provérbios e pensamentos. <br />Tudo sombras, de tempos, de
ventos que por nós sopraram, de águas que por nós passaram.<br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></div>sol da noitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315284733121250095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286698975606573449.post-73725275978947016352012-06-01T06:04:00.001-07:002012-06-01T11:26:58.284-07:00Manuela Moura Guedes - Fortuna É (1982)<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MK3Ll1kmaSw?fs=1" width="459"></iframe><br />
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<a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/manuela-moura-guedes/" id="identificador_artista">Manuela Moura Guedes</a></h2>
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Fortuna é ter sempre ambições,<br />
Fortuna é um arquivo de emoções.<br />
Ser simplesmente<br />
Código diferente,<br />
Amealhar toda a gente...<br />
Fortuna é um cofre forte de visões,<br />
Fortuna é um banco de memorizações.<br />
Juro presente,<br />
Vale pendente,<br />
Conta corrente de alguém<br />
Que sabe que a vida é um empréstimo banal<br />
E a morte apenas o preço, o preço final<br />
Fortuna é monopólio de ilusões,<br />
Fortuna é um cheque de ilustrações.<br />
Ser simplesmente<br />
Código diferente,<br />
Amealhar toda a gente<br />
Que sabe que a vida é um empréstimo banal<br />
E a morte apenas o lucro, o lucro final<br />
Fortuna é ter sempre ambições,<br />
Fortuna é um arquivo de emoções.<br />
Juro presente,<br />
Vale pendente,<br />
Conta corrente de alguém<br />
Que sabe que a vida é um empréstimo banal<br />
E a morte apenas o preço, o preço final,<br />
Que sabe que a vida é um empréstimo banal<br />
E a morte apenas o lucro, o lucro final.</div>
</div>sol da noitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315284733121250095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286698975606573449.post-46048668507008098472012-05-31T16:34:00.000-07:002012-06-01T05:56:36.978-07:00Foram cardos Foram prosas<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oIjIWE684I4?fs=1" width="459"></iframe><br />
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<a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/manuela-moura-guedes/" id="identificador_artista">Manuela Moura Guedes</a></h2>
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Há luz sem lume aceso<br /> Mas sem amar o calor<br /> À flor de um fogo preso<br /> À luz do meu claro amor<br />
Há madressilvas aos pés<br /> E águas lavam o rosto<br /> Dedos que tens em rés pés<br /> Oh, meu amante deposto<br />
Não foram poemas nem rosas<br /> Que colheste no meu colo<br /> Foram cardos, foram prosas<br /> Arrancadas do meu solo<br />
Porque tu ainda me queres<br /> O amor que ainda fazemos<br /> Dá-me um sinal se puderes<br /> Sejamos amantes supremos<br />
Será sempre a subir<br /> Ao cimo de ti<br /> Só para te sentir<br />
Será no alto de mim<br /> Que um corpo só<br /> Exalta o seu fim</div>
</div>sol da noitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315284733121250095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286698975606573449.post-13717494517382198602012-05-31T16:26:00.000-07:002012-06-01T11:35:09.073-07:00Variação<div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" id="id_4fc7f9be605bc9849596789">
Carregar para vender, levantar para comprar!<br />
Bem aviado... A "esbordar"...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQT2qzLS73rJyKALiFfhF20RC0R0menwSKQnm4sKuHJKq3a7siJ4TGNsEYQAna6oDUByX7LPTape92e_u44e0mmbzlOKs13hzlwFN8nQi-yEpCOaXNz4eqNSWs5O0K4ip6rJsOIf1qUlV6/s1600/CIMG9526.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQT2qzLS73rJyKALiFfhF20RC0R0menwSKQnm4sKuHJKq3a7siJ4TGNsEYQAna6oDUByX7LPTape92e_u44e0mmbzlOKs13hzlwFN8nQi-yEpCOaXNz4eqNSWs5O0K4ip6rJsOIf1qUlV6/s320/CIMG9526.JPG" width="240" /></a><br />
A crescer e a minguar, como pôr àgua no vinho!<br />
Mais ou menos abonado...<br />
De catulo!!!<br />
Arrobas e quartilhos,<br />
<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show"> quartos e meios, salas cheias!</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show">Almudes de sonhos.</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show">Centos de desilusões...<br />Alqueires e grosas, duzias a oitavos!<br /> Três quartos e quartos inteiros...<br /> Kilos, litros, atados a molhos...<br /> Três tostões de sabão... Pipas a bardas!<br /> Cartuchos por grosso, quarteirões a retalho!<br /> Resmas, milhares, maços e fardos.<br /> Fardo de vida, a medir, a pesar<br /> Sempre a penar!<br /> Sem tempo para rimar...<br /> </span></div>sol da noitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315284733121250095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286698975606573449.post-35401213286438278772012-05-29T07:08:00.001-07:002012-05-29T07:08:17.834-07:00Batendo...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC0yaKmilJOmSu0idf4K8Sr0NpNZnOv3vtgRWiJmreA-_Relbo2JllucBuWDanTi0ENvuDMghXgtHArQL5opymQNqa4K9RHZPClGbizovTygsne4oPOT2uLCFNWuOs4r0tGJNvKO47B7q-/s1600/love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC0yaKmilJOmSu0idf4K8Sr0NpNZnOv3vtgRWiJmreA-_Relbo2JllucBuWDanTi0ENvuDMghXgtHArQL5opymQNqa4K9RHZPClGbizovTygsne4oPOT2uLCFNWuOs4r0tGJNvKO47B7q-/s1600/love.jpg" /></a>Abri-me ao teu bater.<br />Que estranho bater este...<br />Que me bate!<br />Que do passado vem batendo...<br />De segredos esse bater...<br />Que em mim transborda...<br />Que a minha alma desnuda...<br />Que vem de onde o sol nasce...<br />
De onde a Lua descansa...<br />E que brilha...<br />Iluminando-me...<br />Batendo no meu coração!sol da noitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315284733121250095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286698975606573449.post-76931677110911244842012-05-28T15:21:00.002-07:002012-05-28T15:24:45.531-07:00Soltas, aladas...<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE5aSYahyphenhyphenXnn3dRvFj6-wTnMY6kHDF0V3k_LE94NJvp0LqxsMJlKCz6BBQKbXelrz5sb687BZh36chgWGzVP4fhZEF-P8tUz5OvDLMfL2PxvR-mnLHrQu7R432CciIIU1ueqn4qZiF5p5K/s1600/palavras.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE5aSYahyphenhyphenXnn3dRvFj6-wTnMY6kHDF0V3k_LE94NJvp0LqxsMJlKCz6BBQKbXelrz5sb687BZh36chgWGzVP4fhZEF-P8tUz5OvDLMfL2PxvR-mnLHrQu7R432CciIIU1ueqn4qZiF5p5K/s320/palavras.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Abrem ferida e de frio magoam;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Pétalas ou lâminas<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Palavras, simples palavras...<o:p></o:p></span></div>sol da noitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315284733121250095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286698975606573449.post-28559404946115011752012-05-22T04:50:00.001-07:002012-05-22T04:52:30.854-07:00Agostinho da Silva ( 1906 - 1994 ) | Professor , Poeta , Filosofo , Hist...<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/By1jY_F2ZpM?fs=1" width="459"></iframe>sol da noitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315284733121250095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286698975606573449.post-60689992033212318902012-05-21T05:20:00.001-07:002012-05-21T05:22:03.159-07:00Não me Peças Sorrisos (BEM HAJAS MÁRIO !!!!)<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VFOjhW1-bj0?fs=1" width="480"></iframe>sol da noitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315284733121250095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286698975606573449.post-73006938822351090362012-05-21T04:46:00.001-07:002012-05-21T04:48:10.295-07:00Luiz Pacheco - O caso do sonâmbulo chupista<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QwJXJJ3qc4o?fs=1" width="459"></iframe>sol da noitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315284733121250095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286698975606573449.post-29009054700399292332012-05-08T06:22:00.001-07:002012-05-08T06:28:26.527-07:00Cesariny (Mário de Sá-Carneiro)<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_ySQMv1_NSs?fs=1" width="459"></iframe>sol da noitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315284733121250095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286698975606573449.post-75322084316691228822012-05-03T09:52:00.003-07:002012-05-03T09:53:14.506-07:00Demanda da Ventura - Eugénio de CastroCom diamantes nos dedos, recostado<br />
num automóvel de faustoso brilho,<br />
subitamente vejo, do meu trilho<br />
pobre casal num ermo desolado.<br />
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No portal, p'las videiras sombreado,<br />
descalça mãe dá de mamar ao filho,<br />
e o pai na fresca leira rega o milho,<br />
de barba hirsuta, semi-nu, curvado.<br />
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À cata da Ventura, cada artéria<br />
pulsa em mim, e em negríssima miséria<br />
aquela gente aguarda em paz a Morte.<br />
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Mas nisto, ao cavador que rega o chão,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj3B-FKJe6FvQuxmGhtJn0_-Wgae70oTK5-c_FbXEnXv-nZZIt7fZUR55LzbkNfIFlh7bUVvLZ3Lg8EfOaZdRcjmk9nkcPYhfVRYze1MAqkOi4MW5sUlGrdiHGRYogL0MZLXSiEkIE0fw_/s1600/EUG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj3B-FKJe6FvQuxmGhtJn0_-Wgae70oTK5-c_FbXEnXv-nZZIt7fZUR55LzbkNfIFlh7bUVvLZ3Lg8EfOaZdRcjmk9nkcPYhfVRYze1MAqkOi4MW5sUlGrdiHGRYogL0MZLXSiEkIE0fw_/s1600/EUG" /></a><br />
vontade tenho de bradar: - "Irmão,<br />
queres trocar comigo a tua sorte?"sol da noitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315284733121250095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286698975606573449.post-68018374235046713662012-04-29T18:07:00.003-07:002012-04-29T18:14:26.031-07:00NOITE - UNIVERSO, INFINITO, A UNIÃO DO INFINITO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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NOITE<br />
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Palavra formada pela letra N e pelo numero 8 (oito)<br />
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A letra N é o símbolo matemático de infinito.<br />
O 8 deitado também simboliza infinito, ou seja, NOITE significa, A UNÃO DO INFINITO, isto segundo podemos concluir após verificarmos os seguintes casos:<br />
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Português: noite = n + oito<br />
Inglês: night = n + eight<br />
Alemão: nacht = n + acht<br />
Espanhol: noche = n + ocho<br />
Francês: nuit = n + huit<br />
Italiano: notte = n + ottosol da noitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315284733121250095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286698975606573449.post-11993610271380015072012-04-26T19:58:00.000-07:002012-04-26T19:58:05.062-07:00Amar<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhipeAKmUhDDLeWenSmXEa6t-ENAqY3IczpdjmouaW-A2bSAVEKe1hGi2QbFtVP9wLR74RNo4eNke5zjxEa__Rl-DdhsGFCcNfAVwDDrDG5D3QtSVoeiK0nM5r3IuNtpTm3rehG6qlM_E-_/s1600/lua+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhipeAKmUhDDLeWenSmXEa6t-ENAqY3IczpdjmouaW-A2bSAVEKe1hGi2QbFtVP9wLR74RNo4eNke5zjxEa__Rl-DdhsGFCcNfAVwDDrDG5D3QtSVoeiK0nM5r3IuNtpTm3rehG6qlM_E-_/s320/lua+2.jpg" width="213" /></a><br />
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O quanto Amor reconhecer<br />
num tempo que é distante<br />
um sentir fértil de querer<br />
uma página que é unica<br />
num livro de uma só<br />
que acaba ao virar.<br />
E aí faz sofrer<br />
de tanto amar<br />
doer de procurar<br />
morrer de não encontrar.<br />
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<br />sol da noitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315284733121250095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286698975606573449.post-80500391318566548452012-04-26T19:27:00.002-07:002012-04-27T06:06:43.770-07:00Percurso<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ao encontro do nada<br />
percorro os dias<br />
levo comigo a saudade<br />
a alegria<br />
e a tristeza também<br />
embalado em ondas<br />
tendo a lua companhia<br />
deito-me com as marés<br />
com o sol anunciando o dia<br />
caminho que o vento me indica<br />
com a chuva me sacio<br />
com o Amor me embriago<br />
contemplando o silêncio<br />
ouvindo o tempo.sol da noitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315284733121250095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286698975606573449.post-58955542058367896842012-04-26T19:03:00.002-07:002012-04-26T19:03:30.620-07:00Reflexos<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJGVF-IHnerx4Hnkn5pRfToeiPt1jtO_nmbiT14dguWTL8iDHPrX2HWVBfGswstLebAw8m5K7Z1hoxWlIppQ4XCGYcFxF1fg41a4_J7n397IK0lp4HABOSWW2gctp4byhHU9-eCRz6Iwlj/s1600/CIMG7767.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJGVF-IHnerx4Hnkn5pRfToeiPt1jtO_nmbiT14dguWTL8iDHPrX2HWVBfGswstLebAw8m5K7Z1hoxWlIppQ4XCGYcFxF1fg41a4_J7n397IK0lp4HABOSWW2gctp4byhHU9-eCRz6Iwlj/s320/CIMG7767.JPG" width="320" /></a>Em cada noite que entra<br />
memorias do que fui<br />
sabores de odores cromáticos<br />
que invadem em mim<br />
em retalhos de vida<br />
arritmicas recordações<br />
desconcertos de sentir<br />
infinitos e perfeitos, desconcertantes!<br />
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- Nenufares para o jantar!<br />
...agua fria de cortar!<br />
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<br />sol da noitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315284733121250095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286698975606573449.post-35562326595407821342012-04-19T10:16:00.000-07:002012-04-19T10:16:16.235-07:00William ShakspeareAprendi que não posso exigir o amor de ninguém...<br />Posso apenas dar boas razões para que gostem de mim...<br />E ter paciência para que a vida faça o resto...<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNM1bdKbmEzQujJHNSnyAY5KJX33qnO-ZhTwYKzEoIZqs2-mDLS0k3czngk2ep1hLjvuS-76c8noXwwOmS4D6_vgzbHs047rxRVlFJG3HTsj6f38auefcgVTfy1cYJ9XSshDfRffAoaQuq/s1600/ws.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNM1bdKbmEzQujJHNSnyAY5KJX33qnO-ZhTwYKzEoIZqs2-mDLS0k3czngk2ep1hLjvuS-76c8noXwwOmS4D6_vgzbHs047rxRVlFJG3HTsj6f38auefcgVTfy1cYJ9XSshDfRffAoaQuq/s320/ws.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>sol da noitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315284733121250095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286698975606573449.post-53585318871850126092012-02-28T13:21:00.000-08:002012-02-28T13:21:44.119-08:00Momentos de tudo e muito<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirt4WJL_WXiyZp5sbQOTxkQRvsbNf4vJE1x8HbGDOF5rBk46Al8ONgn-6wHz8hYpSTyFCsuVWwZ5SCJhmDKLa5IR_39iAluWgnJktdeiQiLkOMbHvw7z2YAt1FXH_FqhD3n_Xumn_Ru-EF/s1600/a1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirt4WJL_WXiyZp5sbQOTxkQRvsbNf4vJE1x8HbGDOF5rBk46Al8ONgn-6wHz8hYpSTyFCsuVWwZ5SCJhmDKLa5IR_39iAluWgnJktdeiQiLkOMbHvw7z2YAt1FXH_FqhD3n_Xumn_Ru-EF/s320/a1.jpg" width="210" /></a></div>Que o espanto nasça, e renasça!<br />
Cada madrugada!<br />
Cada imensas!<br />
Uma flor em aroma,<br />
Um gole de poesia!<br />
De seguida o desatino...<br />
Em cada momento de ti!...<br />
---no retrato do sonho!!!<br />
No teu mostrar o Amor!sol da noitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315284733121250095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286698975606573449.post-71464614093659348892012-02-22T13:23:00.000-08:002012-02-22T13:33:12.371-08:00De querer, querer o infinito!Como pode uma flor...<br />
As petalas<br />
Em asas transformar!<br />
Como espírito alado.<br />
Querer o infinito!<br />
Infnito de anseios <br />
Que em mim aperto!<br />
De sonhos e esperanças. de futuro!<br />
...de Amor!<br />
De nunca mais ser tarde ou cedo...<br />
De promessas<br />
Timidas emoções...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ4oeyvr_WLd02vu9pwuINyRL0tSf-fDq2mA-fJfNA-1nHVVdYF-xkrYVvTRvzozUNoY3QsVYRGvUcTxtO_wvEMS-xY7apWTCV9HgXoCmJ6PKV1BPkjwhF23pjVU3syFDz7_HbDZViOPzq/s1600/labirinto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ4oeyvr_WLd02vu9pwuINyRL0tSf-fDq2mA-fJfNA-1nHVVdYF-xkrYVvTRvzozUNoY3QsVYRGvUcTxtO_wvEMS-xY7apWTCV9HgXoCmJ6PKV1BPkjwhF23pjVU3syFDz7_HbDZViOPzq/s320/labirinto.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>De nada que é imenso!!...sol da noitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315284733121250095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286698975606573449.post-68579918458801025372012-02-21T10:07:00.000-08:002012-02-21T10:09:25.310-08:00Eu não existo sem você - Vinicius de Moraes e Tom Jobim<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FJjUvppRNcw?fs=1" width="459"></iframe>sol da noitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315284733121250095noreply@blogger.com