tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350077432011-11-17T23:05:14.817Zsente os meus sopros... são para ti![[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.comBlogger1771100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1316987399171264832007-04-24T12:47:00.001+01:002007-04-26T21:50:23.621+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://medusa.do.sapo.pt/782307.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://medusa.do.sapo.pt/782307.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056964195776454594" border="0" height="267" width="400" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Meus amigos</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">A vida é feita de muitas coisas... até de mudanças...</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">Não quero que pensem que vos abandonei.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">Não, nada disso!</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">Se virem bem... estive sempre por perto...</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">Sou uma pessoa impulsiva por natureza...</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">Os impulsos ditam muitas das minhas decisões.</span></span><br /><a href="http://impulsosdalma.blogspot.com/">Ora vejam <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">AQUI</span></span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Espero lá por todos os que me queiram continuar a visitar, será um enorme prazer ter-vos a todos por perto!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-131698739917126483?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com60tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-23901242138730583582007-04-14T22:17:00.000+01:002008-11-14T00:22:14.346Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/RiFIgkYb1EI/AAAAAAAAAL4/5U5gGfHarbY/s1600-h/silence.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053399981245584450" style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/RiFIgkYb1EI/AAAAAAAAAL4/5U5gGfHarbY/s400/silence.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;">Amigos e amigas virtuais e não só... venho apenas dizer que me encontro em stand by por tempo indeterminado.<br />Agradeço a todos o carinho com que sempre me presentearam.<br />Um beijinho soprado para todos!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-2390124213873058358?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com58tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-57208987942004706252007-04-13T19:16:00.000+01:002008-11-14T00:22:15.522Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/Rh_Jr0Yb1DI/AAAAAAAAALw/TYb9BuODecs/s1600-h/10868201_8ca4d9e2f3_m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/Rh_Jr0Yb1DI/AAAAAAAAALw/TYb9BuODecs/s400/10868201_8ca4d9e2f3_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052979061565674546" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Há momentos...<br />Em que um abraço...<br />Vale muito... muito mais...<br />Mais do que qualquer fortuna!<br />Porque a verdadeira riqueza<br />Está na simplicidade de um abraço<br />Naquele momento...<br />... em que a alma mais precisa!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-5720898794200470625?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-16527300649067068722007-04-11T17:04:00.000+01:002008-11-14T00:22:16.148Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/Rh0JWEYb1BI/AAAAAAAAALg/_AviTvxS-pM/s1600-h/0164.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/Rh0JWEYb1BI/AAAAAAAAALg/_AviTvxS-pM/s400/0164.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052204631717565458" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:130%;" >Todos sabemos que não somos eternos<br />Mas passamos a vida<br />A adiar a vida<br />Amanhã faço...<br />Amanhã digo...<br />Amanhã vou...<br />Mas virá um dia<br />... em que não haverá amanhã...<br />E as palavras acabam por morrer cá dentro...<br />E afinal...<br />É tão simples dizer...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" >... </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" >gosto de ti</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" >!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >Poderá haver um dia<br />Aquele dia em que...<br />Acordamos e já é tarde<br />Acabou-se o tempo...<br />A morte não esperou...<br />E o que era tão simples<br />De fazer...<br />Ficou por dizer!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-1652730064906706872?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-89229564958506074482007-04-10T00:00:00.000+01:002008-11-14T00:22:17.053Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/Rhp6XeH_-bI/AAAAAAAAALY/zQ7dE512SEY/s1600-h/nada_todo1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051484475691628978" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/Rhp6XeH_-bI/AAAAAAAAALY/zQ7dE512SEY/s400/nada_todo1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">E tudo o vento levou...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">A arrogância terminou</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">E quem alto subiu</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Do seu trono caiu</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Do que pensava ser</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Apenas ficou o dever</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">E já ninguém lhes poderá valer...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Esse tempo acabou</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">E nada significou</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Foram tempos de glórias</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">De almas maldosas</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Impiedosas</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Prepotentes</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Prevaricadoras</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Que guerras instigaram</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Que injustiças fabricaram</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Que roubos engendraram</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Que revoltas geraram</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">... ao longo de tanto tempo!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">No fim...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Esfumaram-se como o vento</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Nada... nada sobrou!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">E tudo o vento levou...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-8922956495850607448?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-62062103290437651792007-04-06T16:06:00.000+01:002008-11-14T00:22:17.438Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/RhZip-H_-aI/AAAAAAAAALQ/c2p3uKi1SqU/s1600-h/medusa795772083.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/RhZip-H_-aI/AAAAAAAAALQ/c2p3uKi1SqU/s400/medusa795772083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050332505333299618" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:130%;" class="texto" > Rendida ao abandono do tempo<br />Espero pela tua chegada<br />Não demores...<br /><br />Enquanto não chegas<br />Relembro o teu sorriso<br />O teu toque<br />A tua voz...<br /><br />Espreito pela janela<br />Ainda não te avisto<br />Sinto-te perto...<br /><br />Só os uivos do vento<br />E o barulho da chuva<br />Mesmo sem lua<br />A noite perfeita...<br /><br />Este aroma no ar<br />É do teu perfume<br />Os passos na escada<br />Só mais um segundo...<br /><br />Em breve serei tua<br />Como lenha no lume<br />No nosso mundo<br />Na nossa fogueira...<br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Poema já anteriormente publicado <a href="http://www.blog.comunidades.net/medusa/index.php?op=arquivo&pagina=6&amp;mmes=05&amp;anon=2006">aqui</a></span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-6206210329043765179?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com39tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-76967008800921961652007-04-04T18:26:00.000+01:002008-11-14T00:22:17.943Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/RhPf9eH_-ZI/AAAAAAAAALI/25JAX_c61uw/s1600-h/utopia.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/RhPf9eH_-ZI/AAAAAAAAALI/25JAX_c61uw/s400/utopia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049625854364088722" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A máscara cai...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Fica apenas a desilusão</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A tristeza por termos acreditado</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Que alguém podia ser diferente...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">E nos oferecesse a felicidade</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mas... não existem milagres!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Nem príncipes</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Nem princesas</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Nem felicidades plenas</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">E naquele momento</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">De tristeza</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">De decepção</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Existe apenas o nada...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">E porque se sofre</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Por quem menos vale a pena...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ficamos tristes</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Com quem nunca mereceu este nó na garganta</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ficamos tristes</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Por termos acreditado...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Depois da desilusão vem a raiva</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Por termos sido ingénuos ou inocentes...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Depois da raiva virá a saudade...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">E chegará um momento</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Depois da saudade</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Em que não virá mais nada</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">E pensar</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Que tudo podia ser tão fácil...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">... tão sem fingimento!</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-7696700880092196165?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-36603906200295221112007-04-02T15:23:00.000+01:002008-11-14T00:22:18.696Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/RhEUcWSmpLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/75VnqDsCXWw/s1600-h/pontes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/RhEUcWSmpLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/75VnqDsCXWw/s400/pontes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048839134511539378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Que a força do medo que tenho... não me impeça de ver o que anseio.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Que a morte de tudo que acredito não me tape os ouvidos e a boca.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Porque metade de mim é o que eu grito... mas a outra metade é silêncio.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Que a música que eu ouço ao longe seja linda, ainda que tristeza.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Que a mulher que eu amo seja pra sempre amada, ainda que distante.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Porque metade de mim é partida e a outra metade é saudade.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Que as palavras que eu falo não sejam ouvidas como prece... e nem repetidas com fervor.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Apenas respeitadas... como a única coisa que resta a um homem inundado de sentimentos.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Porque metade de mim é o que eu ouço... mas a outra metade é o que calo.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Que essa minha vontade de ir embora se transforme na calma e na paz que eu mereço!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Que essa tensão que me corrói por dentro seja um dia recompensada.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Porque metade de mim é o que eu penso e a outra metade é um vulcão.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Que o medo da solidão se afaste, que o convívio comigo mesmo se torne ao menos suportável. Que o espelho reflicta em meu rosto o doce sorriso que eu me lembro de ter dado na infância. Porque metade de mim é a lembrança do que fui... mas a outra metade eu não sei...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Que não seja preciso mais do que uma simples alegria para me fazer aquietar o espírito.E que o teu silêncio me fale cada vez mais.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Porque metade de mim é abrigo... mas a outra metade é cansaço.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Que a arte nos aponte uma resposta, mesmo que ela não saiba... e que ninguém a tente complicar porque é preciso simplicidade para fazê-la florescer!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Porque metade de mim é a plateia... a outra metade, a canção.E que a minha loucura seja perdoada...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Porque metade de mim é amor e a outra metade... também.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> Metade</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"> Por Oswaldo Montenegro</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-3660390620029522111?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com45tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-46654738448648600702007-03-31T15:59:00.000+01:002008-11-14T00:22:19.209Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/Rg6EmGSmpKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/gYVcpEV-NsI/s1600-h/2592269-sm.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/Rg6EmGSmpKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/gYVcpEV-NsI/s400/2592269-sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048118022387442850" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">E ali estavas tu...</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Adormecido no meu colo</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Dependente de mim</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Dos meus carinhos</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Dos meus cuidados</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Da minha atenção</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Dei-te tudo...</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Todo o meu amor</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Um amor sem fim!</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Ensinei-te</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Acompanhei-te</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Guiei-te</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Dei-te tudo o que tinha</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">E o que não tinha...</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">E agora</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Porque me rejeitas assim?</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Não te cobro nada...</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Só queria um pouco de consolo</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Um pouco de consideração</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Afinal</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Sou o ser que te deu a vida</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Sem mim</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Não serias nada!<br />Estarei a pedir muito?<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-4665473844864860070?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-13968080100356556102007-03-29T00:00:00.000+01:002008-11-14T00:22:19.717Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/Rgri-WSmpJI/AAAAAAAAAKk/oeOowyd_C0I/s1600-h/17f413ef42a9e0c9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/Rgri-WSmpJI/AAAAAAAAAKk/oeOowyd_C0I/s400/17f413ef42a9e0c9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047095893185438866" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >O ontem passou...<br />Passou sem que tivesse dado por isso...<br />O amanhã...<br />O amanhã nem sei se o encontrarei!<br />Mas hoje...<br />Hoje sei que perdi o ontem<br />Na ânsia de encontrar no amanhã<br />Aquilo que já tenho hoje...<br />Não penso muito nisso<br />Mas...<br />O ontem passou<br />O hoje também<br />O amanhã...<br />... se vier...<br />Serenamente... o aguardarei...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-1396808010035655610?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-64038435362159547822007-03-26T00:23:00.000+01:002008-11-14T00:22:20.406Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/Rgb9dBzPagI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Lpf50Jhw5xo/s1600-h/1050.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/Rgb9dBzPagI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Lpf50Jhw5xo/s400/1050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045999107656608258" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" >As modas vêm</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" >As modas vão</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" >As modas pegam...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" >Ou não!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" >As modas têm</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" >As modas são</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" >As modas cegam...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" >Ou não!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" >Os anos passam</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" >As modas também</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" >As pessoas acompanham</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" >Porque na moda é que se está bem!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Hoje tenho um desfile... de moda...</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >A moda do momento!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" ><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Aceitando o desafio da </span><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://deboraazevedo.blogspot.com/">Débora</a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">7 Coisas que faço bem</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Comer</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Dormir</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Passear</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Conversar</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Rir</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Trabalhar</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Preguiçar</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">7 Coisas que não faço bem</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Organizar</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Mentir</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Coser</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Dançar</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Enfrentar</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Discutir</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Impor</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">7 Coisas interessantes no sexo oposto</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Divertido</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Sensível</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Charmoso</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Sincero</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Amigo</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Companheiro</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Culto</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">7 Coisas que digo com frequência</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Fogo!...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Pedro(filho)... tu não ouves?!(não quer ouvir...)</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Um dia... quando for rica...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Eu avisei...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Porquê eu?!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Ó pá...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Rafael...(falo imensas vezes com o meu gato... meu verdadeiro companheiro fiel e amigo de todas as horas!)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">7 Actores/Actrizes preferidos(as)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Brad Pitt</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Dustin Hoffman</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Tom Hanks</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Harrison Ford</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Kristie Allley</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Sandra Bullock</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Julia Roberts</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">7 Próximos Contemplados</span></span><br /><br /><a href="http://lauxitah.blogspot.com/">Lauxinha</a><br /><a href="http://sexo-mentiras-e-eu.blogspot.com/">aqui-há-gato</a><br /><a href="http://blog.comunidades.net/pantufa_focinho/">sereia</a><br /><a href="http://tudoabanaenadacai.blogspot.com/">cruelenelcartel</a><br /><a href="http://somambiente.blogs.sapo.pt/">Som ambiente</a><br /><a href="http://terra-da-magia.blogspot.com/">Terra da Magia<br /></a><a href="http://pestanamadeira.blogspot.com/">Pestana da Madeira</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-6403843536215954782?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-38345250981897177792007-03-23T00:42:00.000Z2008-11-14T00:22:20.905Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/RgMjwBzPafI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Qcj_seCk5G0/s1600-h/StillLifewithLetter.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/RgMjwBzPafI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Qcj_seCk5G0/s400/StillLifewithLetter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044915315609135602" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><br /><br />Mil palavras de amor<br />Encontrei algures<br />Espalhadas por aí<br /><br />Mas...<br /><br />Nenhuma tem o calor<br />Nem a cor<br />Do que sinto<br /><br />Gostava de dizer... de saber... de escrever...<br /><br />Mas...<br /><br />Não me saem palavras doces<br />Como aquelas que li<br />Por aí...<br /><br />Mas...<br /><br />Posso falar-te das saudades<br />As mesmas que sinto<br />E que tenho de ti<br /><br />Mas...<br /><br />Não te falo de amor<br />Sabes como eu sou...<br />Mesmo sem as palavras<br />Sei o teu e o meu valor<br /><br />Será isto um poema de Amor?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-3834525098189717779?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-21558550136988167332007-03-21T06:17:00.000Z2008-11-14T00:22:21.271Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/RgDOThzPabI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ApY0jFrP2kQ/s1600-h/primavera.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044258417541081522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/RgDOThzPabI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ApY0jFrP2kQ/s400/primavera.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">P</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>apoilas</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;">R</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>osas</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">I</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>ris</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;">M</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>argaridas</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;">A</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>çucenas</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">V</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>ioletas</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;">E</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>por fim ela chegou... que saudades!</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;">R</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>egressou perfumada e colorida...</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;">A</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>minha querida (Prima)vera!</strong></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-2155855013698816733?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com39tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-79909600881729694582007-03-18T23:07:00.000Z2008-11-14T00:22:21.909Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/Rfx1Al0ukxI/AAAAAAAAAJc/HLujQ0k9UL0/s1600-h/1014781.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043034335761830674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/Rfx1Al0ukxI/AAAAAAAAAJc/HLujQ0k9UL0/s400/1014781.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="font-family:arial;">Mais um nome ecoa...<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Na sala de espera ainda cheia</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Um velho entra pela porta</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">José era o seu nome</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">E de uma dor se queixou<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Falou de uma pontada aguda<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Como uma faca espetada<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">No meio do coração</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Que ninguém fazia ideia!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Um saco de plástico numa mão</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Na outra... um ramo de flores!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">A médica perguntou indignada</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Para que eram as flores</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />E José respondeu...</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Que sentindo-se tão mal</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Temendo a sua morte</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">E não tendo mais ninguém</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Pelo menos as flores</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Não haveriam de faltar</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Ao seu funeral...</span></span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)">Aconteceu mesmo... num dia destes... na urgência de um hospital de Lisboa!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/Rfx97F0ukzI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GFUlTlUFM2s/s1600-h/1007312.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043044136877200178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/Rfx97F0ukzI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GFUlTlUFM2s/s400/1007312.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-7990960088172969458?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-56872819202101718922007-03-16T16:53:00.000Z2008-11-14T00:22:22.410Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/RfrMMl0ukwI/AAAAAAAAAJU/SJfkpG8pDGI/s1600-h/6530-000077.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/RfrMMl0ukwI/AAAAAAAAAJU/SJfkpG8pDGI/s400/6530-000077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042567249478456066" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >Hoje não estou... pra ninguém!</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >Não há poesia</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >Não há emoções</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >Não há rimas</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >Nem fantasia</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >Não há motivações</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >Há preguiça... </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-5687281920210171892?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-83935824201343930552007-03-15T11:27:00.000Z2008-11-14T00:22:22.843Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/Rfkval0ukvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/6HsSCcY6RVM/s1600-h/medusa507109127.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/Rfkval0ukvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/6HsSCcY6RVM/s400/medusa507109127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042113391694353138" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" >A hora aproximava-se e ela estava inquieta. Olhou para o relógio, sete da tarde em ponto. E o telefone que não tocava...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" >Mais alguns minutos... e, por fim tocou!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" >_Olá! Sou eu... cheguei!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" >_Olá! Onde estás?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" >_Aqui, ao pé de um banco, na rua x.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" >_OK. Vou a caminho...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" >No curto trajecto que a separava daquele estranho, um monte de duvidas assaltaram-lhe o pensamento...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" >Será que o vou encontrar? Como estará vestido? Será que vai gostar da minha figura? Como o irei cumprimentar... dois beijos na face, ou um só? E agora? Que faço? Já não posso voltar atrás, é tarde demais...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" >Mas que estranha atracção era aquela, por um desconhecido?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" >Afinal, tanta coisa já tinha sido dita,tanto segredo partilhado, tanta cumplicidade se criou, que parecia conhecerem-se desde sempre.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" >E tudo isso, graças a uma máquina maravilhosa, uma máquina que mexe com as emoções das pessoas... que alguém baptizou de "computador".</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" >Seguiu em passos apressados e cambaleantes tal era a ansiedade daquele encontro, que se tinha tornado tão urgente!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" >Um ano depois... recordo com a mesma emoção!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-8393582420134393055?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-88122325294847580372007-03-13T00:25:00.000Z2008-11-14T00:22:23.229Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/RfXhJl0uktI/AAAAAAAAAI4/BeLN9eApNpg/s1600-h/lady+with+black+rose+-+stefan+nielsen.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/RfXhJl0uktI/AAAAAAAAAI4/BeLN9eApNpg/s400/lady+with+black+rose+-+stefan+nielsen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041182912799478482" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">E ao fim de algum tempo</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">O espectáculo terminou</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">A cortina fechou</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">A magia desapareceu</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">E o palhaço</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Desolado... chora!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Ninguém lá de fora</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Se apercebeu</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Do sentimento</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">De alguém que também ama</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">E se engana...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Ninguém se importa</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Se está feliz...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Ou triste...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Só o espectáculo</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">A figura engraçada</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Que divertiu</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Quem a ele assistiu</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">E isso bastou</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">E até o palhaço sorriu</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Na derradeira hora...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Chegou ao fim o espectáculo</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Não voltará a ser palhaço</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Vai embora</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Com uma rosa negra na mão</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Um aperto no coração</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">E a alma estraçalhada!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-8812232529484758037?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-39158910140986670012007-03-11T00:52:00.000Z2008-11-14T00:22:23.777Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/RfNdVl0ukqI/AAAAAAAAAIg/sGEx7MiBpS4/s1600-h/358237-lg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/RfNdVl0ukqI/AAAAAAAAAIg/sGEx7MiBpS4/s400/358237-lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040475033469620898" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><em>Não sei escrever poesia<br />Apenas junto umas letras...<br />Mas se ler poesia<br />E juntar essas letras<br />Me faz sentir viva...<br />Que seria da minha vida<br />Se não juntasse umas letras<br />E inventasse a minha poesia?<br />Seria com toda a certeza<br />Uma vida um tanto vazia<br />Não sou poeta... nem poetisa...<br />Nem nunca o serei...<br />Apenas escrevo os sentidos<br />Que o coração inventa<br />E a alma me dita<br />As sensações que despertam...<br />Escrevo lágrimas e sorrisos...</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-3915891014098667001?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-32532708676764117772007-03-08T15:29:00.000Z2008-11-14T00:22:23.958Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/RfAr-JhNezI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/wyc1QvxJ-uQ/s1600-h/paul-Wesley-0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039576329734683442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/RfAr-JhNezI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/wyc1QvxJ-uQ/s400/paul-Wesley-0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)">"As mulheres que não são excisadas não prestam"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:150%;color:#ff0000;">M</span>ais uma data<br /><span style="font-size:150%;color:#ff0000;">U</span>ma frase a lembrar<br /><span style="font-size:150%;color:#ff0000;">L</span>âmina que corta a carne e a alma<br /><span style="font-size:150%;color:#ff0000;">H</span>olocausto silencioso...<br /><span style="font-size:150%;color:#ff0000;">E</span>scrava da tradição milenar<br /><span style="font-size:150%;color:#ff0000;">R</span>enúncia involuntária ao prazer<br /><br /><span style="COLOR:#FF0000">Neste ano de 2007, do século XXI, ainda existe disto!<br />Nem todas as mulheres são livres... até de o serem...<br />Nem todas as mulheres têm vontade própria!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-3253270867676411777?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-66562233659032613492007-03-05T21:05:00.000Z2008-11-14T00:22:24.213Z<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/Res8pb3pHcI/AAAAAAAAAIA/d7t_dWlkRYg/s1600-h/01_boonstra.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/Res8pb3pHcI/AAAAAAAAAIA/d7t_dWlkRYg/s400/01_boonstra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038187290697473474" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Arrumei palavras</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Nem sempre ordenadas</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Neste sótão em ruínas...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">São punhados de vida</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Que o tempo roubou</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">E a memória guardou</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Arrumei palavras</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Em pequenas frases </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Sem vírgulas...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Estilhaços da vida</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Que o sonho amarrotou</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">E a alma engomou</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Arrumei palavras<br />Nem sempre usadas<br />Mas jamais esquecidas...<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-6656223365903261349?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com39tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-5484997665642630682007-03-02T17:19:00.000Z2008-11-14T00:22:24.572Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/Rehdpb3pHWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/AEtXLH9Foz4/s1600-h/untitled4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/Rehdpb3pHWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/AEtXLH9Foz4/s400/untitled4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037379149651058018" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Todos os dias</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Abro esta janela</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Que me enche a alma de luz</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">E me devolve a vida</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Que um dia julguei perdida...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-548499766564263068?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-85387541234057674452007-02-28T00:20:00.000Z2008-11-14T00:22:25.030Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/ReTNoIzAvuI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Zx6HtYT2bbE/s1600-h/25635741.whatelse.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/ReTNoIzAvuI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Zx6HtYT2bbE/s400/25635741.whatelse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036376372746960610" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">Do tanto que tenho<br />Acho pouco<br />Mesmo assim<br />É tudo ganho<br />Ainda assim<br />Partilho o dobro<br />Do pouco que tenho<br />No fim<br />Resta-me muito pouco<br />Do quanto que tenho<br />Sendo tanto<br />Parece pouco<br />Será quanto?<br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">Agora é tanto<br />Que tudo é pouco<br />Para dizer o quanto...</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: 700;font-family:Comic Sans MS;" ><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: 700;font-family:Comic Sans MS;" ></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: 700;font-family:Comic Sans MS;" ><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: 700;font-family:Comic Sans MS;" ></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: 700;font-family:Comic Sans MS;" ><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: 700;font-family:Comic Sans MS;" ></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: 700;font-family:Comic Sans MS;" ><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-8538754123405767445?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com40tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-18441591511811645862007-02-26T00:00:00.000Z2008-11-14T00:22:25.269Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/ReIk4YzAvsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/a1QdfjFoJfU/s1600-h/0371.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/ReIk4YzAvsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/a1QdfjFoJfU/s400/0371.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035627884501319362" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Do que te escondes tu mulher?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Mulher que já tanto sofreste</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Mulher que já tanto enfrentaste</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Mulher que já tanto perdeste</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Mulher que já tanto lutaste</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">De quem te escondes tu mulher?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Tu que quase morreste</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Tu que tanto calaste</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Tu que não viveste...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Tu que tanto choraste</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Não te escondas mulher!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Filha da pouca sorte</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Herdeira da escravidão</span><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">Da vida já só esperas a morte</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">No silêncio... da tua solidão!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-1844159151181164586?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-4242656464957439542007-02-23T17:01:00.000Z2008-11-14T00:22:25.794Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/Rd8sYI29R0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/EToQwjAXMHY/s1600-h/x1pjzF2-RYhxRViRJUAfRJUCQYa36t2NI2XTfb3u8xz5l3XSjxv8oDfQVokS9dFFLhFC3uUu2BBXx01EAUO-4ZY9g36DBwnSlNJJTeTVOtReOnaksDJLrABcQ.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/Rd8sYI29R0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/EToQwjAXMHY/s400/x1pjzF2-RYhxRViRJUAfRJUCQYa36t2NI2XTfb3u8xz5l3XSjxv8oDfQVokS9dFFLhFC3uUu2BBXx01EAUO-4ZY9g36DBwnSlNJJTeTVOtReOnaksDJLrABcQ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034791701629978434" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Somos nós </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Lado a lado</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Presos</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Sós...</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Sentes o nó?</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Está apertado</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Sem dó!</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">E vós...</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> Que laço</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> Vos prende</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> A nós?</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> Se somos nós</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> Presos em nós</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> E... sós!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-424265646495743954?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-89346714163987392162007-02-21T00:25:00.000Z2008-11-14T00:22:26.105Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/RduD-429RyI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RKFYTJ6FM1c/s1600-h/untitled6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/RduD-429RyI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RKFYTJ6FM1c/s400/untitled6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033762124954683170" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">A maior parte de mim</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Está em tudo aquilo</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Que acredito</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Que penso</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Que sonho...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">São momentos meus</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Que significam</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">As minhas vontades</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Os meus anseios</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">As minhas metas</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">As minhas emoções...</span></span><br /><p align="justify"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" ><span style="" lang="PT-BR"><br /></span></span> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-8934671416398739216?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-29302658656213477622007-02-19T16:03:00.000Z2008-11-14T00:22:26.484Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/RdnmV429RvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/L6H-BGZGdR0/s1600-h/anjo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/RdnmV429RvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/L6H-BGZGdR0/s400/anjo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033307322277775090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Certa vez sonhei</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">E desse sonho guardei</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">A sensação que não mais esquecerei!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Sonhei que voava...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">E voei... voei... voei...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Tinha asas e voava</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Por cima dos montes e vales</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Bem perto das grandes nuvens altas<br /><br />Por cima de árvores<br />De terraços<br />E de telhados<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Os anjos voam?</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Não sei...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Não sou anjo...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Mas voei!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-2930265865621347762?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-85188853956258284512007-02-15T16:45:00.000Z2008-11-14T00:22:26.988Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/RdSOS429RsI/AAAAAAAAAEw/XsOjEIrVjgg/s1600-h/brilliantovui_doc-1144418263_i_6503_full.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031803138831369922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/RdSOS429RsI/AAAAAAAAAEw/XsOjEIrVjgg/s400/brilliantovui_doc-1144418263_i_6503_full.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;" >A</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">zul intenso</span></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Z</span></span></span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">inco do teu olhar</span></span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;" >U</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">nião do céu e do mar</span></span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;">L</span></span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">icor insólito ainda por inventar...</span></span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;" >I</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">ntervalo de tempo</span><br /></span></span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;">N</span></span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)">um tempo sem hora de acabar</span><br /></span></span></span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;" >T</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">inta fresca espalhada</span></span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;" >E</span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="font-family:arial;">stranha forma de pintar</span></span><br /></span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;">N</span></span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">ovos tons acabados de criar</span></span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;" >S</span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="font-family:arial;">onhos azuis acabados de sonhar</span></span><br /></span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;" >O</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">lhos que vêem para além do mundo real</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-8518885395625828451?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-30926191269422347712007-02-12T23:46:00.000Z2008-11-14T00:22:27.330Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/RdG0PI29RpI/AAAAAAAAAEU/t6M5OIkIubY/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/RdG0PI29RpI/AAAAAAAAAEU/t6M5OIkIubY/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031000430918583954" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >Quem te disse que a vida eram rosas?<br />Foi engano...<br />Mas... porque choras?<br />Se o mar já é salgado...<br />Sabes bem que as tuas lágrimas<br />Nada serão para ele<br />E o teu sal para sempre será<br />Também ele<br />Oceano...<br />Se a noite te faz chorar<br />Na ausência do que desejas<br />E talvez nem chegues a ter...<br />Porque não te afastas da dor?<br />Se ela te faz sofrer!<br />Enterra para sempre<br />Essa espada na terra<br />Perdes a batalha...<br />Mas talvez ganhes a guerra<br />Não deixes que um tirano<br />Te tire a vontade de viver!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-3092619126942234771?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-5370907042105116312007-02-10T06:49:00.000Z2008-11-14T00:22:28.233Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/Rc1rMo29ReI/AAAAAAAAACc/uG_LMlXAeMM/s1600-h/49h27ia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029794223713240546" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/Rc1rMo29ReI/AAAAAAAAACc/uG_LMlXAeMM/s400/49h27ia.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Enquanto houver chama...</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><strong>Não haverá escuridão!</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><strong>Escuta...</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><strong>Alguém te chama!</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><strong>É a outra chama...</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><strong>A chama da paixão!</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><strong>É um fogo que arde</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><strong>Algures...</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><strong>Em ti</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><strong>Chama que te alimenta</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><strong>A alma</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><strong>A emoção...<br />Enquanto houver chama<br />A chama que te chama<br />E te inflama<br />O corpo<br />Os sentidos<br />E te tenta...<br />Não resistes<br />Ela chama...<br />É a chama da tentação!</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><strong><br /></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-537090704210511631?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com39tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-25923163395119087892007-02-07T11:31:00.000Z2008-11-14T00:22:29.084Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/Rcm4jKBfeRI/AAAAAAAAACE/_vrMVpHGQZc/s1600-h/2cc368c8492cadc5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/Rcm4jKBfeRI/AAAAAAAAACE/_vrMVpHGQZc/s400/2cc368c8492cadc5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028753373061413138" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Hoje desenhei um sorriso</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Ainda não sei se o vou usar...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Mas preciso de te dizer</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">A manhã está cinzenta</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Na distancia que nos separa</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">E sinto um frio...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Talvez a tarde me traga o sol</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">E a vontade me faça ir buscar</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Aquele sorriso...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Por agora</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Vai ali ficar...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Escondido </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Entre a vontade de o mostrar</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">E a pena de o esconder</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-2592316339511908789?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com44tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-88388062245019890702007-02-04T19:16:00.000Z2008-11-14T00:22:29.688Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/RccgLr5xrAI/AAAAAAAAABI/AnnacEVVhpU/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/RccgLr5xrAI/AAAAAAAAABI/AnnacEVVhpU/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028022894118153218" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Amanhã vou deixar-te palavras algures no teu ontem porque elas podem ser o teu hoje.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Hoje vim buscar palavras ao teu presente... encontrei- as no meu ontem...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">São as palavras do meu presente também!</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Não te vou falar com a assistência pronta a aplaudir algo que diga no presente…</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >Escuto cada uma dessas palavras como se fossem as ultimas!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Não vou esperar que me respondas no futuro!</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Respondo-te ainda hoje... aguarda...</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Nada que tenhas aprendido no passado…</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Tudo o que aprendi no passado... enriqueceu-me e fez de mim aquilo que sou hoje!</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Vou apenas dizer-te algo…</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Diz... aguardo-o e desejo-o há muito...</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Algo porque as palavras são vãs e quantas mais usar, menos te digo!</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >Então não digas... talvez as possa ouvir no silêncio do teu olhar...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" >Diálogo imaginário entre duas almas... a outra está <a href="http://pro-fundo.blogspot.com/">aqui</a></span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-8838806224501989070?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-90309122242296657022007-02-02T17:13:00.000Z2008-11-14T00:22:30.169Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/RcNzWr5xq8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/lQ9tniRmNo4/s1600-h/Clipboard19.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/RcNzWr5xq8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/lQ9tniRmNo4/s400/Clipboard19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026988442654976962" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Talvez nunca chegues a ler esta mensagem...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Escrevi-a hoje mesmo</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Em folha de papel bruto</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Que lancei ao vento!</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Fala um pouco de tudo</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Que não foi nada</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">É um facto!</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Mas aconteceu algures</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Num espaço de tempo</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Esquecido</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Num canto qualquer...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Do que fiz</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Por ti...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Do que esperava</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">De ti...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Do que não fizeste</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Por mim...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Escolhi as palavras certas</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Que usei num tempo errado</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Nem sei porque o fiz...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">A vida é uma passagem</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">E o sonho uma miragem</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Como se diz...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">O relógio não ficou parado</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">E não se vive do lamento</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">E afinal...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Já passou tanto tempo</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Mas só hoje tive coragem...!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-9030912224229665702?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-17732979851026414992007-01-30T23:02:00.000Z2008-11-14T00:22:30.543Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/Rb_PHr5xq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/s22KDVq9iXI/s1600-h/1033103.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/Rb_PHr5xq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/s22KDVq9iXI/s400/1033103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025963440119851954" border="0" /></a> <p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Essa mentira que acalentas até hoje</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">As coisas que não fazes…</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">As que fazes escondido…</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">As que te dizem para fazer…</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">As que não te agrada fazer…</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Mas que fazes... porque parece bem!</span></p><p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Essa vida de mentira...</span></p><p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">E agora que a verdade subiu à tona<br /></span></p><p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Não... não chores!</span></p><p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Ergue a cabeça e segue em frente</span></p><p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Por mais que te custe... !<br /></span></p><p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Os teus amigos não te abandonarão</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">É a tua vida... és tu!</span></span><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-1773297985102641499?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1169918428023897642007-01-27T17:06:00.000Z2007-01-27T17:21:27.556Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/1600/903216/78a6404c433d5c0c.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/400/77832/78a6404c433d5c0c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">As correntes que te prendem</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">E não te soltam...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">São as mesmas que me prendem também!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dois mundos</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Duas almas</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Um encontro em silêncio</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Uma vida...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">... presa a outras vidas!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116991842802389764?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1169664088802238452007-01-24T18:19:00.000Z2007-01-25T12:18:43.713Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/1600/34953/GeorgSuturin4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/400/32453/GeorgSuturin4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" class="texto" > Memórias<br />Do tempo<br />Que passa<br />Escritas<br />Nos ecos<br />Do vento<br />Que passa<br /><br />Memórias<br />Do tempo<br />Que volta<br />Renascidas<br />Nas folhas<br />Amarelecidas<br />P'lo tempo<br />Que passa<br /><br />Memórias<br />Do tempo<br />Perdido<br />Algures<br />No infinito<br />P'lo vento<br />Que passa<br /><br />Memórias<br />Do tempo<br />Que fica<br />Gravado<br />Nas folhas<br />Soltas<br />Espalhadas<br />P'lo vento<br />Que passa<br /><br />Memórias<br />Do tempo<br />Que vem<br />Depois<br />Do tempo<br />Que passa<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" >Poema já anteriormente publicado num outro espaço também meu (<span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">ecos</span>)</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116966408880223845?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1169492984120488332007-01-22T18:33:00.000Z2007-01-22T19:15:36.953Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/1600/43004/vinho.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/400/279022/vinho.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Sirvo-te deste vinho</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Meu amor</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Para a tua sede saciar</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Nos teus lábios</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">O sabor</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Quero também provar</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Contigo partilho</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">O vinho</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">O sabor</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">O amor</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Anda...</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Apetece-me dançar!<br />...<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116949298412048833?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com39tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1167944430257513682007-01-21T20:31:00.000Z2007-01-21T11:34:08.993Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/1600/852001/picccc.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/400/635389/picccc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Se pudesses manipular o tempo</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Voltarias atrás... no tempo...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Arrependes-te de algo?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Pois... bem me parecia...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">É tarde...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Já não tens tempo!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">O tempo trocou-te as voltas</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Perdeste-te no tempo...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Apetece-te gritar?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Grita!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ainda estás a tempo... de gritar!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Não deste valor ao tempo...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">E o tempo foi cruel</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sentes o amargo na tua boca?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Pois sentes... é como o fel!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Paciência... já não há tempo...!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116794443025751368?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1169146152949357752007-01-18T18:06:00.000Z2007-01-18T18:49:12.963Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/1600/575961/Desenho%252008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/400/815266/Desenho%252008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Para quê julgar</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Se não consegues fazer melhor?</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Para quê falar</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Se no fim fazes pior?</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Estou na incerteza</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Deste pensamento incerto</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Vejo só pobreza</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">E vejo-a bem perto.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Pessoas que falam</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Mas não fazem nada.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Miúdos que se exaltam</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">E a coisa fica complicada.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Digo sempre o que me vem à cabeça</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Não queres compreender.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Eu faço com que aconteça</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">E posso dizer.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">A verdade, na rua, por vezes</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Não é emitida</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">E a amizade pura não é correspondida.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Objectivos de vida</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Ficam por fazer</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Sonhos lindos</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Começam-se a desvanecer.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">As pessoas parecem</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Não querer compreender</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Que a paz no mundo</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">É precisa para viver</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Mas por enquanto não passa de ilusão;</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">O ódio e a guerra permanecerão</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Até que haja uma revolução.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Sem armas na mão</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Defenderemos o nosso Brasão.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Agora vou vivendo</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Entre sonhos e desilusão</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">E vejo o tempo a escapar...</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Cada segundo eu abraço</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">E não quero acordar.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Por isso...</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Podes sonhar... não te vou julgar.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Contento-me com desabafar.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Poema feito por um jovem de 15 anos, e entregue à sua professora de Português, no fim da mesma aula, em que foi lançado o desafio à turma inteira(era para ser feito como trabalho de casa)... Um jovem que apenas se contenta com desabafar, passando ao lado do seu inegável talento!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116914615294935775?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1168945672751362892007-01-16T10:49:00.000Z2007-01-16T13:09:15.123Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/1600/58333/1911877-a6f1aaf6ac5c81fd.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/400/113835/1911877-a6f1aaf6ac5c81fd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Ainda que os dias frios me gelem as pontas dos dedos<br />Ainda que haja quem insista em me ofender e magoar<br />Ainda que ás vezes me encare no espelho e não me reconheça<br />Ainda que não tenha feito tudo o que um dia quis<br />Ainda que as noites me pareçam longas de mais...!<br />Ainda que a distancia me aprisione a vontade<br />Ainda que as dúvidas me condicionem os impulsos<br />Ainda que... mesmo assim... sorrio à vida! ... sinto-me feliz!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116894567275136289?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1168793146385164502007-01-14T15:24:00.000Z2007-01-14T16:45:46.486Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/1600/90230/1911927-7433af4175be7e71.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/400/819254/1911927-7433af4175be7e71.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">A tua face não mente!</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Os anos passaram...</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Os sonhos perderam-se...</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">A vida... acho que te enganou...!</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Parece que foi ontem... a primavera...</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">E já passou o Verão... e o Outono também!</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Agora... é um infinito Inverno!</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Os amigos... onde estão os teus amigos?</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Por cada um... o sino tocou!</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">É uma lembrança que te entristece!</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Vives no presente...</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Mas recordas o passado!</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">O que para trás ficou... as histórias de antigamente...</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Lembranças que guardas</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Tesouros que te enriquecem... a alma...</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">E o Inverno... frio...</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Esse permanece...!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116879314638516450?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1168628426135577162007-01-12T18:18:00.000Z2007-01-12T19:00:26.250Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/1600/628099/b%3F%3Fb%3F%3F.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/400/566854/b%3F%3Fb%3F%3F.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">As saudades que eu tenho de ti...!</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Cresceste</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">O teu mundo alargou-se </span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Entraste e fechaste a porta</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">E eu</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Aqui... do lado de fora!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116862842613557716?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1168447235397446342007-01-10T15:49:00.000Z2007-01-10T16:41:42.926Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/1600/757984/66192.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/400/44565/66192.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Neste deserto inóspito</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Outrora verde e fértil</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Onde sementes de bonança</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Lançadas foram... em vão!</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Venenosos bagos</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Espalhados no chão</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Produziram ódios</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Queimaram a terra</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Tornando-a estéril</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Foi uma loucura</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Foi um engano</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Semear esperança</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Para colher desilusão!</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Mas a terra é vida</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Talvez se regenere</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >E outras sementes </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Lançadas serão</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Talvez um dia...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116844723539744634?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1168344468186397082007-01-09T12:06:00.000Z2007-01-09T12:07:48.190Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/1600/520612/1002205.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/400/473950/1002205.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">É mulher</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">É felina</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Sabe bem o que quer</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Embora pareça uma menina</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Ágil e bela</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Mas parece tão frágil...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Pura ilusão</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Ou não fosse ela</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Uma grande e forte felina!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116834446818639708?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1168098868244595262007-01-06T15:07:00.000Z2007-01-06T15:54:28.316Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/1600/403136/lonely.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/400/964536/lonely.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">O vazio do horizonte</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">No vazio da alma</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">De sonhos vazios...</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">O vazio do tempo</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">O vazio das palavras</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">O vazio do pensamento...</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">O olhar vazio</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Perdido no lamento</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">De um lugar vazio...</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Um vazio dormente</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Tatuado na alma</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">De um corpo ausente...</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Um copo vazio</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">No vazio da madrugada</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Um lugar vazio</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Mesmo aqui... ao meu lado</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">O vazio de ti!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116809886824459526?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1167949428889690842007-01-04T21:54:00.000Z2007-01-04T22:25:41.560Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/1600/661678/801849.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/400/267063/801849.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Olha em teu redor...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">O que vês?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Só o pouco que sobrou de ti!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Que é feito da tua popularidade?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Onde estão os teus amigos?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Aqueles que se riam contigo</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ás custas de outros...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Um a um</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dizimaste-os todos</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Quando te mostraste</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tal como és!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Olha bem em teu redor</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A maldade...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tua aliada perfeita!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A solidão...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tua fiel companheira!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A frustração...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tua fogueira que te queima!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116794942888969084?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1167044775903345682007-01-03T11:00:00.000Z2007-01-03T00:19:53.986Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/1600/898395/magritte.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/400/962446/magritte.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Quando se ama alguém</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">E o mundo não pode saber</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Até mesmo esse alguém</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">É uma tortura... um sofrer!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mas o amor é assim mesmo...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ama, quando tem que amar!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sofre, quando tem que sofrer!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">No meio...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Fica apenas a resignação<br />A emoção de o viver... ou não!<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A certeza do entardecer!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">O amor, é um querer e não ter...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">É um ter e não saber...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ou simplesmente</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Um não querer!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116704477590334568?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1167682343050565592007-01-01T19:10:00.000Z2007-01-01T20:42:56.033Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/1600/24619/15.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/400/478309/15.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><br /><span style="color:#9bc1ce;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Um sorriso<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Um gesto<br />Uma palavra<br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Um mimo</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Um instante de ternura...</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Há tantas coisas </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Coisas simples...</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Que nos fazem felizes!</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116768234305056559?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1167477683102123562006-12-30T11:11:00.000Z2006-12-30T17:13:59.023Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/1600/742469/scott%20james%20prebble.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/400/941861/scott%20james%20prebble.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">Tic... tac... tic... tac...</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">O relógio não pára!</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">O champanhe fresquinho</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Aguarda...</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Doze passas!</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Doze desejos!</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Doze badaladas!</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Um brinde... </span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Feliz 2007!!!!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116747768310212356?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1167223397037664962006-12-27T11:24:00.000Z2006-12-27T13:55:50.180Z<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/400/757547/DSCN0667.jpg" alt="" border="0" /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Ao vigésimo sétimo dia</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Do ultimo mês do ano</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Acordei tranquila</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Feliz com aquilo que tenho</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Nem rico... nem pobre...</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Não invejo ninguém</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Sou feliz com a sorte</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >E o amor de alguém!</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Metade da vida já passou</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Quase nem dei por isso...</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >A cada ano que findou</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Um novo... lhe deu sumiço!</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Não sei se ainda terei</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Tempo de ver o que ainda não vi</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Mas uma coisa eu sei</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >O ano foi bom... e sei que o vivi!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116722339703766496?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1167092156010724102006-12-26T00:03:00.000Z2006-12-26T00:19:53.156Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/1600/880904/ronaldPuhle.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/400/260301/ronaldPuhle.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Meia noite em ponto!<br />Chegou a hora...<br />Um a um<br />Vão deixando um lugar vazio<br />A meus pés... <br />Foram a minha companhia<br />Ao longo de semanas<br />Agora...<br />Apenas eu... só eu...<br />Sinto-me tão só...!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116709215601072410?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1166895714089558012006-12-23T17:34:00.000Z2006-12-23T20:08:59.430Z<img src="http://medusa.do.sapo.pt/vela.gif" border="0" /><br />Hoje... apenas o som da música!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116689571408955801?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1166728166502569142006-12-21T18:45:00.000Z2006-12-21T19:19:51.153Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/1600/905963/115.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/400/911350/115.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">A noite cai</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">A lua chega</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">E o frio...!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Ao longe </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Ouvem-se uivos...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Um lobo que chora</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Talvez solitário...</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Na noite fria</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">O Inverno voltou</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Cheio de bravura!<br /><br />E lá fora<br />Ao longe...<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">O lobo uivou</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">À lua...</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">E a noite...</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Está tão fria...!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116672816650256914?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1166526955004107562006-12-19T10:44:00.000Z2006-12-19T11:17:46.956Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/1600/477468/medusa609503300.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/400/medusa609503300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span> <span class="texto"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Descalça... pela rua</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Num tempo perdido </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> ... no próprio tempo</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Os pés na neve fria</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Despidos de sapatos</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> ... que não tinha</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Espelhado no rosto</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> ... o triste desalento!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> A menina do campo</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Herdeira na pobreza</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> ... da sorte que tinha</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> A barriga quase vazia</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> ... do pão que não havia!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Ofereceu lágrimas á lua</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Numa noite de pranto</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Que... emocionada</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Se encheu de brilho</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Para lhe aliviar a tristeza</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Cobriu-a com o seu manto</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Um manto feito de luz...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">E lhe iluminou o caminho</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Foi um presente da lua</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Naquela noite fria </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Afinal... era a noite de natal...!</span></span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116652695500410756?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1166320451316792322006-12-17T01:50:00.000Z2006-12-17T02:03:11.993Z<a href="http://medusa.do.sapo.pt/cutes9dd.jpg.gif"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="400" alt="" src="http://medusa.do.sapo.pt/cutes9dd.jpg.gif" width="400" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Se hoje sou quem sou<br />É porque tu me ensinaste a ser!<br />Se não fosse o teu carinho<br />O teu amor... o teu querer...<br />Não saberia ser quem sou<br />Não teria encontrado o meu caminho<br />Não saberia olhar com olhos de ver!<br />A vida cheia de cor<br />O mundo ferido de dor<br />O verdadeiro sentido do amor<br />A pobreza das almas sem nenhum valor<br />Sou o fruto do teu saber<br />A tua maior riqueza até morrer!<br />Agradeço-te pois<br />Mesmo não te podendo dizer...</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116632045131679232?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1166097031300566542006-12-14T11:25:00.000Z2006-12-14T12:08:59.050Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/1600/540670/Dali-FigureatWindow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/400/416799/Dali-FigureatWindow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Um dia</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Ele disse que vinha</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">E ela acreditou!</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Um dia</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Ele disse que vinha</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">E ela esperou…</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Um dia</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Naquela despedida</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Perguntou-lhe se voltaria</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Ele disse que sim</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Mas sabia que não!</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">E ela acreditou…</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Um dia</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Num <span style=""> </span>fugaz encontro</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Ele disse que vinha</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Mas não voltou!</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">E ela… acreditou na mentira…</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Pobre alma ingénua</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Cega de paixão</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Um dia</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Ele disse que vinha</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">E ela acreditou</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">E esperou…</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">E o tempo passou!</span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p face="georgia" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: arial;">Dedicado a todas aquelas mulheres que, em nome do Amor, abdicaram da sua própria vida, tornando-a num deserto de espera.</span><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116609703130056654?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1165782554577734072006-12-10T19:41:00.000Z2006-12-10T21:04:25.413Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/1600/176937/BanhoDeSol1800.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/400/361778/BanhoDeSol1800.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;">A caminho do nada</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Onde o tempo parou</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">A vida cansada</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Para ali se mudou</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Desfez-se de tudo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Nada levou...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Diz quem viu!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Nem riquezas</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"> Nem certezas</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"> Nem grandezas</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"> Nem fraquezas</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Virou costas ao mundo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Nua partiu</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Nua chegou</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">A vida cansada</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Por ali se quedou</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">E... descansou!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116578255457773407?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1165588648443331692006-12-08T14:28:00.000Z2006-12-08T14:37:28.453Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/1600/220610/220492.p.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/400/481121/220492.p.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dezembro esquecido<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">De um ano qualquer</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">De um século perdido</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Num pensamento de mulher</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Que sonha o impossível</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">E vive o que não quer</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dia após dia...!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Restando-lhe apenas</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As asas do sonho</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Que voando</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A levam</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Até onde quiser...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Pode ser em Dezembro</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dezembro esquecido</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">De um ano qualquer</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">De um século perdido</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Num sonho de mulher...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116558864844333169?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1165280736200133622006-12-05T00:57:00.000Z2006-12-05T14:18:04.626Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/1600/528976/849919.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/400/476988/849919.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">A outra face da loucura</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Nem sempre se adivinha</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Há coisas... que só de pensar...</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Se algum dia a recordação de mim</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Te fizer alguma companhia</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Não te iludas...</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">São apenas palavras… nas trevas…</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Onde um estranho amor</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Não passou de uma fantasia</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Emprestei-te o meu corpo</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">E nele te perdeste em delírio</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Onde eu fui... até rainha...</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">No meu trono real</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">E tu... o meu escravo serviçal</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Depois...</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Depois vieram os silêncios</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">As palavras que não havia</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">O abismo que nos separou!</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">E tu... de cara pintada</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Até sorrias... e encantavas...</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">E outras vítimas se prenderam</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Na tua teia de sedução obscura</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">E fingias o ser que não eras</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Nunca foste...</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">E nunca serás!</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Mas és poderoso</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Na tua eterna loucura<br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)">Poema feito de grãos de areia...</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)">Que apanhaste e me ofereceste...</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"><br />Só os colei, para fazerem algum sentido!<br />Obrigada</span></span></span><a href="http://wwwjuvepereira.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"> <span style="color:#cc66cc;"><u>Juvelina</u>!</span></span></span></span></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116528073620013362?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com41tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1165084739341001532006-12-02T17:52:00.000Z2006-12-02T19:21:00.923Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/1600/840438/livro.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/400/967453/livro.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#d5b680;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Páginas...<br />Páginas que folheio<br />Daquele livro ali<br />Aquele...<br />O tal que nunca escrevi!<br />Em cada folha que passo<br />Quedo-me nas imagens<br />Recordo cada momento<br />Cada alegria...<br />Cada fracasso...<br />É um livro sem letras<br />Porque não as escrevi<br />As imagens...<br />As imagens falam por si!<br />São páginas<br />Páginas da vida que não vivi...<br />Fecho o livro<br />Guardo-o numa das gavetas<br />Do velho móvel empoeirado<br />Ao pé dos sonhos<br />Que um dia<br />Me povoaram o pensamento<br />E que agora... jazem ali...</span> </span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116508473934100153?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1164909184365935102006-11-30T17:48:00.000Z2006-11-30T17:53:04.373Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/1600/318322/semrosto.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/400/489307/semrosto.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: georgia;">Hoje...</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Hoje não te vou falar de amor!</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Porque hoje...</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Hoje apetece-me ficar em silêncio!</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Ouve...</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Ouve as palavras que não te digo!</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Se ouves...</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Estão gravadas no teu consciente!</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Sente-me no silêncio...</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">... das palavras que não te digo!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116490918436593510?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1164730793002218112006-11-28T15:59:00.000Z2006-11-28T17:24:23.843Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/1600/ver.2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/400/ver.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#aaaaff;">És dona e senhora<br />De um mundo só teu<br />Onde mais ninguém entra<br />A não ser o teu próprio eu<br />Ninguém sabe a razão...<br />Esse teu mundo é negro<br />Como negras também são<br />As tuas próprias roupas<br />Na tua louca mente<br />Há monstros que te perseguem<br />Monstros sem rosto<br />Que da tua alma se apoderam<br />Haverá uma explicação?<br />Talvez...<br />Mas só tu deverás saber!<br />Dizem que és louca...<br />Uma louca só!<br />A tal que habita<br />Num mundo oco<br />Um mundo que até tem nome<br />Chama-se... solidão!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116473079300221811?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1164578059395820472006-11-26T21:50:00.000Z2006-11-27T12:01:26.290Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/1600/592279/206180EJlI_w.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/400/878085/206180EJlI_w.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><table class="posts" id="posts"><tbody><tr class="snippet" id="snippet-focused"><td style="font-family: lucida grande;" colspan="2"><span style="font-size:0;"></span><br /></td><td style="font-family: lucida grande;"><p><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><strong>Há coisas... que só de pensar<br />Te fazem até salivar!<br />Há desejos que imperam!<br />Há prazeres...<br />...prazeres que não se negam!</strong> </span></p></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116457805939582047?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1164366866757095632006-11-24T10:58:00.000Z2006-11-24T11:20:45.973Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/1600/348671/g.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7646/3886/400/248731/g.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Se algum dia, </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> a recordação de mim </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> te fizer acender uma luz e, </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Aqui voltares </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> E não me vires... sentada em espera,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> ... é porque parti!</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Cansei-me de esperar, ou simplesmente não consegui superar a dor, esta Dor maior!</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> De ver o dia... nascer! </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Nascer ... sem o teu Amor ...</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> E o anoitecer... voltar! </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> E, de novo não te abraçar!</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Sem um único sinal... de ti! Resisto ... Resiterei sempre e se parti, </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> foi porque de mim própria me ausentei ...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> E tanto que eu esperei!...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Se algum dia, </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> a tarde se colar </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> num abraço com a noite e</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> de mim te lembrares, </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> sentires que te envolvo, </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> E não me vires...</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> ... é porque parti! </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Mas que a minha Alma, </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> essa ficou em ti ... </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Os meus sonhos... rasguei! </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Amordaçei o grito ...</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> A minha ansiedade... controlei! </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Suplantei neste querer aflito </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> A tua imagem... expulsei!... de mim! </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> (que escrevendo ... tento ... mas não consigo.)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Pouco restou, contudo ... </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> um sorriso, um toque de criança ...</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Apenas uma vaga lembrança</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Que teimou em ficar! </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Em, na ausência, perdurar!</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Essa...</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> ... também quis apagar...</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> ... não consegui! </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Porque, meu Amor, tu habitas permanentemente ... em Mim!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Mas... mesmo assim...</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> ... eu parti!! </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Apenas fisicamente ... </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> A Alma, sente, está em Ti!</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"> </span><br /><br />(poema escrito a quatro mãos... por mim e pela Mel-<a href="http://aveneziana.blogs.sapo.pt">http://aveneziana.blogs.sapo.pt</a>)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116436686675709563?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1164128686485803952006-11-21T16:41:00.000Z2006-11-22T08:58:33.466Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/1600/Livro.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/400/Livro.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">São palavras</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Palavras alinhadas</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Que contam histórias</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Histórias de uma vida!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">São palavras</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Palavras gastas</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Esbatidas do tempo</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Que falam de vitórias</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">E derrotas de uma vida!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">São palavras</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Palavras guardadas</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Que escaparam ao vento</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">E se transformaram em memórias</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Memórias de uma vida!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">São palavras</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Apenas palavras...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116412868648580395?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1164027963598211982006-11-20T12:29:00.000Z2006-11-20T13:06:03.713Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/1600/lampara.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/400/lampara.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Era noite</span><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Noite cerrada</span><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Ao cabo da vida</span><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Finda...</span><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Sem lua</span><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Sem estrelas</span><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Sem nada!</span><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Nada que iluminasse</span><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Aquela pobre alma </span><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Penada...</span><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Ainda</span><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Se ao menos tivesse</span><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">O velho candeeiro</span><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Que na sua casa</span><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">A alumiava!...</span><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Mas não</span><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Apenas e só... </span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Aquela tremenda escuridão!</span><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116402796359821198?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1163868355861542622006-11-18T16:14:00.000Z2006-11-18T16:48:34.480Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/1600/417290.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/400/417290.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tem motivos sem razão</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tem razões sem explicação</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Pensamentos amargos...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">... frutos da imaginação!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">E solidão... amarga solidão...<br />Estranha sensação!<br /></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">O amor...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">... também pode ser dor!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116386835586154262?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1163762537081587762006-11-17T11:07:00.000Z2006-11-17T11:22:17.090Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/1600/passar-o-tempo961779746.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/400/passar-o-tempo961779746.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" ><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana;">Empresto-te o meu corpo</span><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana;">Para</span><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana;">Nele poderes passear</span><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana;">Ao som dos meus gemidos</span><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana;">Te poderes deliciar</span><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana;">Ofegante...</span><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana;">De desejo</span><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana;">Entre sussurros e suspiros</span><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana;">Nada mais importa</span><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana;">Só o instante...</span><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana;">Em que te vou também eu</span><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana;">Pedir</span><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana;">O meu corpo de volta</span><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana;">Para agora</span><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana;">Te poder eu amar</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116376253708158776?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1163621618574843742006-11-15T19:35:00.000Z2006-11-15T20:47:05.326Z<span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/1600/432772.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/400/432772.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#339999;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,153);font-size:130%;" > </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#497c79;">De olhos vendados<br />Sento-me<br />No meu trono real<br />Não te vejo... adivinho-te...<br />Dito as minhas regras<br />Desafio-te!<br />És servo dos meus intentos...<br />Submisso<br />Sedento das minhas ordens<br />Ofereces-me os teus préstimos<br />De escravo obediente<br />E eu... tua pequena rainha...<br />Sorrio de satisfação<br />Sentada<br />No meu trono real!</span> </strong></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116362161857484374?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1163420355294993722006-11-13T11:20:00.000Z2006-11-13T12:25:51.353Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/1600/kkkkkk.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/400/kkkkkk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Sim...</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Consigo ouvir!</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">São ecos de sons distantes</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Que chegam com o vento</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">São choros e gritos de instantes</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">De almas em sofrimento</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Sim...</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">São lamentos de bocas caladas</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Que até sorriem...</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Contrariando a sua vontade!<br />Sim...<br /></span> <span style="font-family:lucida grande;">São... os sons do silêncio...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116342035529499372?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1163265988679397942006-11-11T16:46:00.000Z2006-11-11T17:58:46.413Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/1600/medusa.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/400/medusa.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-family:lucida grande;" >De cara pintada</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-family:lucida grande;" >Sorrio... finjo que sou</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-family:lucida grande;" >Aquilo que não sou!</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-family:lucida grande;" >Esqueço a tristeza</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-family:lucida grande;" >Sim... sou palhaça...<br />Solto uma gargalhada!<br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-family:lucida grande;" >Brinco... canto... pulo... danço...</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-family:lucida grande;" >Uma...</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-family:lucida grande;" >Outra...</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-family:lucida grande;" >Outra e outra vez!</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-family:lucida grande;" >Grito sem pranto... </span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-family:lucida grande;" >Sorrio com franqueza!<br />Digo uma piada<br /></span><span style="color:#ff9966;"><span style="color:#cc6600;">E rio...</span><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-family:lucida grande;" >Rio á despregada!</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-family:lucida grande;" >No fim</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-family:lucida grande;" >Agradeço... emocionada!</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-family:lucida grande;" >E sorrio...</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-family:lucida grande;" >Sorrio mais uma vez!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116326598867939794?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1163072537330995082006-11-09T11:12:00.000Z2006-11-09T11:48:45.276Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/1600/2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/400/2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >E o Outono chegou!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Há sempre um banco livre</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Uma mulher que passa</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Um pássaro que voa</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Um amigo que chega</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Uma criança que ri</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Um avião que soa</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >O que se vê!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >O que se pensa que vê!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >O que não se vê!<br />E... o horizonte...<br /></span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Alucinação?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Não... é vista cansada!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116307253733099508?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1162946786469904762006-11-08T00:35:00.000Z2006-11-08T00:55:06.820Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/1600/medusa339779871.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/400/medusa339779871.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >E ali estava eu...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >... no meio do nada...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Num lugar perdido</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Ao fundo daquela estrada</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Sem rumo... sem sentido!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Apeei-me... desci uma escada</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Espreitei...<br />... era escuro como breu!<br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Nem sei porque ali estava...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >... coisas do destino...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Mas era eu... ali sentada!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Como num filme</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >E a protagonista era eu!...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116294678646990476?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1162763910540229562006-11-05T21:53:00.000Z2006-11-05T21:58:30.546Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/1600/medusa445231079.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/400/medusa445231079.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong>Ele vem<br />Sem avisar<br />Entra de rompante<br />E faz questão de ficar!<br />E fica...<br />... o medo!<br />Até ao dia<br />Que ela chega<br />Sumptuosa<br />Segura de si<br />E o obriga a recuar<br />É poderosa...<br />... toma o seu lugar!<br />A coragem<br />Vem para ficar!! </strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116276391054022956?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1162456490280053912006-11-02T08:29:00.000Z2006-11-02T08:34:50.283Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/1600/medusa725436290.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/320/medusa725436290.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Na quietude dessas águas</span><br /> <span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Permaneces em silêncio...</span><br /> <span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Encontras-te com as mágoas</span><br /> <span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Que te avisam da imensidão e...</span><br /> <span style="font-family: lucida grande;">... da lonjura do tempo</span><br /> <span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Saboreias o momento</span><br /> <span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Que imaginas na perfeição!</span></span><br /><br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Fui ali... não demoro!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116245649028005391?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1162340306133987672006-10-31T23:47:00.000Z2006-11-01T00:24:04.290Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/1600/210614.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/400/210614.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong><br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Há frutos... que se desejam!<br />Há sabores... que se deleitam!<br />Há desejos... que se realizam!<br />Há petiscos... que se devoram!</strong></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116234030613398767?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1162147596780340252006-10-29T18:23:00.000Z2006-10-29T19:08:05.643Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/1600/Una%20noche%20mis%20fantasias%20volaron1a.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/400/Una%20noche%20mis%20fantasias%20volaron1a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Hoje</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" > Deitei-me ao luar</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" > Vi as estrelas no firmamento</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" > ... a brilhar!</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" > Senti-me uma delas</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" > ... a cintilar!</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" > Imaginei-me a bailar...</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" > ... com o vento...</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" > Aqui...</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" > Ali...</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" > Além...</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" > Em qualquer lugar...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116214759678034025?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1161945971617588722006-10-27T11:39:00.000+01:002006-10-27T11:53:16.066+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/1600/ver.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/320/ver.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Vemos</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sentimos</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Imaginamos...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sentimos o que vemos?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Vemos o que sentimos?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ou simplesmente</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">... imaginamos?</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116194597161758872?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1161737176767224622006-10-25T01:33:00.000+01:002006-10-25T01:46:16.776+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/1600/205836.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/400/205836.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;">Sendo a música</span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;">O alimento</span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;">Dos meus ouvidos</span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;">Sirvo-me das notas</span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;">Salteadas...</span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;">Que saboreio</span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;">A cada momento</span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;">Seja noite</span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;">Seja dia</span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;">Maravilhoso reconforto</span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;">Dos meus sentidos!</span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;">Hum...</span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;">É delicioso!...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116173717676722462?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1161561802509402332006-10-22T23:27:00.000+01:002006-10-23T01:07:56.973+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/1600/3761039-mdOla%20E%20Hofshagen.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/320/3761039-mdOla%20E%20Hofshagen.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" >Ludibriada...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" >No meio da noite escura</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" >No duro chão de pedra</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" >De olhos postos na lua</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" >Ela espera... espera...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" >Numa espera que dura</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" >E perdura...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" >Tola!... nem vê...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" >Tamanha é a loucura</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" >Do amor que a cega!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116156180250940233?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1161372383085957302006-10-20T20:08:00.000+01:002006-10-20T20:26:23.096+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/1600/utopia.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/320/utopia.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: georgia;">Tinha pressa</span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia;">Muita pressa...</span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia;">Pressa de chegar!</span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia;">De tanta pressa que tinha</span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia;">Nem reparou... tropeçou...</span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia;">... espalhou-se tudo pelo chão!</span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia;">E agora?</span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia;">Ainda terá pressa?</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116137238308595730?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1161253530390800382006-10-19T11:10:00.000+01:002006-10-19T13:28:31.643+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/1600/fome.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/400/fome.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Porque nasci?<br />Se não vivi!...<br />... apenas sofri!<br />Estás aí... já te senti...<br />Esperas por mim... eu sei...<br /><span style="font-family:webdings;"></span><span style="font-family:webdings;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Leva-me daqui!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" >Este é o meu pequeno contributo ao desafio lançado pelo alquimista, do blog <a href="http://alquimiadossonhos.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">O Alquimista</span></a></span><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116125353039080038?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1161125275413459022006-10-17T23:42:00.000+01:002006-10-17T23:51:17.426+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/1600/soprodaalma371874194.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/400/soprodaalma371874194.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">É assim o meu mundo...</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Tão belo... tão frágil...</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">... na palma das mãos!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116112527541345902?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1161030960335055352006-10-16T21:19:00.000+01:002006-10-16T21:36:00.356+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/1600/untitled22.6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/400/untitled22.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Os sonhos...<br />Nem sempre se realizam<br />... são apenas sonhos!<br />Mas...<br />... triste daquele que não sonha!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116103096033505535?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1160949403564334142006-10-15T22:26:00.000+01:002006-10-15T23:04:54.476+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/1600/ondeesta.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/320/ondeesta.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Por mais que acenes</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Por mais que grites</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Ninguém te ouve!</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Ela não deixa...</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >É dura... cruel... vilã!</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Veio... devagarinho</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Nem deste por ela.</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Se nada fizeres</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Em breve...</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >... tomará conta de ti!</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >O seu nome...</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Tatuou-o já na tua alma</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Com letras coloridas</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Chama-se...</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">solidão!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116094940356433414?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1160756340739756572006-10-13T17:01:00.000+01:002006-10-13T17:56:11.603+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/1600/nobody.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/320/nobody.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" >Não sei há quanto tempo aqui estou...</span><br /> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" >Mas sei que já foi há muito tempo!</span><br /> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" >Distraí-me... perdi-me no tempo.</span><br /> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" >Acho até... que adormeci.</span><br /> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" >O malvado do tempo...</span><br /> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" >... nem por mim esperou!</span><br /> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" >Só agora percebi.</span><br /> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" >Afinal...</span><br /> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" >... o tempo passou!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116075634073975657?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1160566491781772402006-10-11T12:19:00.000+01:002006-10-11T12:42:19.223+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/1600/soprodaalma194411500.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/320/soprodaalma194411500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >A dúvida...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >É como um espinho...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >... cravado na carne!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >A mente...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Alimenta-se da dúvida.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >E o espinho afunda-se...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >... cada vez mais!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >O silêncio...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Apodera-se do espírito</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >E a dúvida... permanece!...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116056649178177240?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1160408441979457512006-10-09T16:00:00.000+01:002006-10-09T16:40:41.990+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/1600/soprodaalma240283264.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/320/soprodaalma240283264.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Serenamente<br />Assisto ao entardecer... ao anoitecer...<br />Serenamente<br />Sem muito mais a perder!...<br />Serenamente<br />Aguardo a chegada do amanhecer...<br />Serenamente<br />Sem me aperceber...<br />Sinto... sei que estou a envelhecer...<br />Serenamente<br />A vida passa a correr...!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116040844197945751?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1160298661339625952006-10-08T10:00:00.000+01:002006-10-08T10:11:01.350+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/1600/soprodaalma429670088.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/320/soprodaalma429670088.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Ainda ontem<br />O sol brilhava<br />E me... aquecia a alma!<br />Hoje...<br />Vejo apenas nuvens<br />Nuvens... negras de tempestade!<br />Não me irei defrontar com ela...<br />... espero pela volta do sol!<br />Talvez volte...<br />Talvez não...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116029866133962595?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1160146519240901802006-10-06T15:52:00.001+01:002006-10-06T15:55:19.243+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/1600/soprodaalma871618685.2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/320/soprodaalma871618685.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Metade de mim...<br />... procura... na loucura!<br />A outra metade...<br />... que falta... na sanidade!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116014651924090180?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1160071867549563892006-10-05T18:58:00.000+01:002006-10-05T19:18:12.690+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/1600/reflection_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/320/reflection_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Por vezes<br />Dou comigo a pensar...<br />No que penso?<br />Penso em tudo!...<br />Outras vezes<br />Não penso em nada...<br />Apenas<br />Dou comigo a pensar...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-116007186754956389?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1159955538642551532006-10-04T10:47:00.000+01:002006-10-04T10:52:18.650+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/1600/niebla3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/320/niebla3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>De olhos postos no futuro<br />Mesmo<br />Não esperando nada...<br />... aguardo com serenidade!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-115995553864255153?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1159867294265140272006-10-03T10:06:00.000+01:002006-10-03T10:21:34.270+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/1600/anjofalante701367681.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/320/anjofalante701367681.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />É tão fácil pronunciar<br />E trocar<br />Palavras...<br />É tão difícil entender<br />E interpretar<br />O silêncio...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-115986729426514027?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-1159863739614172092006-10-03T09:19:00.000+01:002006-10-03T09:22:19.616+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/1600/untitled1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7646/3886/320/untitled1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />A descida até ao fundo<br />... é vertiginosa!<br />O desespero aguarda...<br />... toma conta da alma! </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-115986373961417209?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-66246496949268732562006-07-06T16:05:00.001+01:002009-07-06T16:06:31.905+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/SlISyLdAPuI/AAAAAAAAAo4/bfdgJLJm8nQ/s1600-h/beso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/SlISyLdAPuI/AAAAAAAAAo4/bfdgJLJm8nQ/s400/beso.jpg" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-6624649694926873256?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-66031054208233608782006-04-04T16:43:00.000+01:002011-04-04T16:44:30.991+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G7eW1Hv7v14/TZnnQUG6XiI/AAAAAAAAAp4/BFOs5AVorfo/s1600/hooded-beauty.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G7eW1Hv7v14/TZnnQUG6XiI/AAAAAAAAAp4/BFOs5AVorfo/s400/hooded-beauty.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591754679818804770" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-6603105420823360878?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-10319075385273778012006-01-31T00:19:00.000Z2008-11-14T00:22:37.611Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/R6EUVbBpLsI/AAAAAAAAARA/aEiSa1uzyDU/s1600-h/%C3%A7%C3%A7%C3%A7%C3%A7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/R6EUVbBpLsI/AAAAAAAAARA/aEiSa1uzyDU/s400/%C3%A7%C3%A7%C3%A7%C3%A7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161429006207758018" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-1031907538527377801?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-80410786834045135202005-12-28T00:21:00.000Z2008-12-28T00:21:49.548Z<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/SVbGh2mmRXI/AAAAAAAAAk0/-wizMbNCLxU/s1600-h/comboio.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/SVbGh2mmRXI/AAAAAAAAAk0/-wizMbNCLxU/s400/comboio.bmp" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-8041078683404513520?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-27537959832698264512005-12-28T00:09:00.000Z2008-12-28T00:13:38.696Z<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/SVbEnTwRmoI/AAAAAAAAAks/eyrg2YsLkgc/s1600-h/m56840540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/SVbEnTwRmoI/AAAAAAAAAks/eyrg2YsLkgc/s400/m56840540.jpg" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-2753795983269826451?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-27317958419274380942005-12-27T00:16:00.000Z2008-12-27T00:41:56.217Z<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/SVV0AvU_rvI/AAAAAAAAAkk/b3G8jTFX_nQ/s1600-h/Jacek+Pomykalski6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/SVV0AvU_rvI/AAAAAAAAAkk/b3G8jTFX_nQ/s400/Jacek+Pomykalski6.jpg" /></a></div>Talvez hoje não devesse escrever<br />Mas porque raio haveria eu<br />... de não escrever?<br />Se me apetece escrever<br />Mesmo que não tenha nada para dizer...<br /><br />Será vício?<br />Ou só um capricho<br />... da minha teimosia?<br /><br />Diria que é uma sede<br />Uma sede que me seca por dentro<br />E que preciso saciar agora<br />Já!<br />Sem demora<br /><br />Antes que morra presa<br />E ressequida<br />Esquecida<br />Numa teia empoeirada<br />De um qualquer canto do tempo...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-2731795841927438094?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35007743.post-5084519517048504712005-12-15T12:07:00.000Z2008-12-15T12:08:30.801Z<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/SUZIpQ82wgI/AAAAAAAAAkA/bCbZrJiGc6Q/s1600-h/199.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D63eyuLMD-w/SUZIpQ82wgI/AAAAAAAAAkA/bCbZrJiGc6Q/s400/199.jpg" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35007743-508451951704850471?l=sopro-da-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[[cleo]]http://www.blogger.com/profile/09561753777219418783noreply@blogger.com0