tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20157294085556369662024-03-13T04:05:39.654+00:00NAVEGANDO NAS PALAVRASNa minha terra ..há uma estrada tão larga.. que vai de uma berma à outra.. É uma estrada..por onde não se vai nem se volta.. Uma estrada feita apenas para desaparecermos.....
MIA COUTOAkhenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09888002981818444219noreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015729408555636966.post-28057226851469630262011-10-02T00:48:00.001+01:002011-10-02T00:48:35.964+01:00ERÓTICA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Palavras de paixão</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">obsessivas</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">num silêncio erótico.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">A fala dos gestos</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">na linguagem dos sentidos.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">O veludo da tua pele,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">o vermelho dos teus lábios</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">o agridoce do sexo.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Querer estar em ti</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">não estando em mim.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Dizer dos corpos</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">numa aventura</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">por estranhas paragens</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">onde só nós existíamos.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">O amor!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">O nosso amor era uma droga,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">dura,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">que nos levava</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">por mundos inventados.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Tudo isso </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">me contava teu corpo</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">na conversa que tínhamos</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">a dois.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Eu amo-te por ti mesma,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Mulher,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">porque não és</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">mas meu próprio complemento.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Como é belo amar-te.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Coberta a noite,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">longos cabelos nos vestem</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">penteados por raios de luar,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">nus de preconceitos</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">como a natureza</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">no renascer</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">de cada primavera</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">no cio dos animais,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">no silêncio absoluto</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">de uma cópula ancestral</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">de milhões de anos.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Como é belo amar-te,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">conjunto definido,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">num tempo indefinido </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">ainda que o seja</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">apenas em pensamento.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Como é belo amar-se!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Eu amo-te,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Mulher,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">porque não és </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">mas meu próprio complemento.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Eu amo-te por ti mesma.</span> </div>
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Oh sinhô, sinhô</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Espera que eu vou dá uma flô</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">e Mariana lá ia buscar uma flor.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Umas vezes amarela,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">cheia de luz como o sol</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">que brilhava nos seus olhos.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Outras vezes branca,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">branca, pura, imaculada,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">como a menina</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">que me dava as flores.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">A vida,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">não nos deixa estar onde queremos!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Que saudades eu tenho</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">da menina dizendo,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Oh sinhô, sinhô</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">espera que eu vou dá uma flô.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Que saudades eu tenho das flores</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">da Mariana.</span></div><div align="center"></div>Akhenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09888002981818444219noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015729408555636966.post-29874235258959598652011-05-01T21:28:00.003+01:002011-05-02T08:05:00.855+01:00SONHANDO ACORDADO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"> trezentos e sessenta e cinco dias</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">por ano,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">trezentos e sessenta e cinco dias</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">de lembranças</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">trezentos e sessenta e cinco dias </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">de saudade</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">trezentos e sessenta e cinco dias</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">do ano,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">que não cabem num só dia.</span></div>Akhenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09888002981818444219noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015729408555636966.post-42155624868240012652010-11-29T19:04:00.000+00:002010-11-29T19:04:41.013+00:00JOGO DE SEDUÇÃO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8L7UnLxjsiEQ3uk7ciuEUsGmhUhRD6p_IB2mEuzlYm16dCW4NnEiAZaSbF5tRNnL3viYxX9SBO2RPzh6LDOQafP38EqORaEWWdiecyAzHgraK-6W1eX9qZaFXWesQPpfW0PXffmOBk3o/s1600/ph2844031180053971194.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8L7UnLxjsiEQ3uk7ciuEUsGmhUhRD6p_IB2mEuzlYm16dCW4NnEiAZaSbF5tRNnL3viYxX9SBO2RPzh6LDOQafP38EqORaEWWdiecyAzHgraK-6W1eX9qZaFXWesQPpfW0PXffmOBk3o/s320/ph2844031180053971194.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</div>Akhenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09888002981818444219noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015729408555636966.post-32999544853121067342010-10-30T17:00:00.000+01:002010-10-30T17:00:51.466+01:00A CHEGADA DA CHUVA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLk7NogKGdtyacrJm8Za2LWQgD_JlKAnOOgpBYMgQzhZl9SHCWRBjyp4reU9ceNdek33qOXBUsd2mhUME6_6BocvGYaRn33cXS9WdNLSzPYBQJJ0GNpXm-V4nrjyMXCyxWQ8cDP5sC9bI/s1600/chuva4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="307" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLk7NogKGdtyacrJm8Za2LWQgD_JlKAnOOgpBYMgQzhZl9SHCWRBjyp4reU9ceNdek33qOXBUsd2mhUME6_6BocvGYaRn33cXS9WdNLSzPYBQJJ0GNpXm-V4nrjyMXCyxWQ8cDP5sC9bI/s320/chuva4.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">O agosto acabara!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">O verão envelhecido</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">aproximou-se do outono.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Os meses,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">como indomaveis potros</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">jovens</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">corriam desesperadamente</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">em direcção ao inverno.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">O vento empurrava</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">com as suas ondas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">as cinzentas velas das nuvens</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">e aos poucos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">a chuva chegou com elas.</span></div>Akhenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09888002981818444219noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015729408555636966.post-7122103137553122772010-09-15T21:50:00.007+01:002010-09-27T22:52:58.190+01:00HORIZONTES<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj56ZFOJDVyL_YgYgxi5cBaJYGYYm41DKWKS9opLSoNoyv49-j1C_wWWHNofyEgIV4r8M2adzKbUH9GM56JQrAwyjgN0i9pNUIcdMkdyZighNjnkWKnZKjq267iYF_1Z_f5-bFPQhyaISE/s1600/sonho20amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj56ZFOJDVyL_YgYgxi5cBaJYGYYm41DKWKS9opLSoNoyv49-j1C_wWWHNofyEgIV4r8M2adzKbUH9GM56JQrAwyjgN0i9pNUIcdMkdyZighNjnkWKnZKjq267iYF_1Z_f5-bFPQhyaISE/s320/sonho20amor.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Quando te falei de Abril,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">disseste-me</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">com um brilho cintilante</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">nos olhos </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">teres nascido </span><span style="font-size: large;">em </span><span style="font-size: large;">setenta e oito.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Ri-me para mim.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Eu somente tinha chegado</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"> um tempo </span><span style="font-size: large;">mais cedo que tu.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Talvez mais, talvez menos.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Quem sabe!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Quem pode dizer</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">que o tempo afasta os horizontes?</span></div>Akhenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09888002981818444219noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015729408555636966.post-63456910097849151282010-08-12T21:57:00.001+01:002010-09-16T00:43:09.091+01:00NASCER DO SOL<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU5UKFMVx-zKAQ4XR2YA6ojWwDVxDHbooTNQ5VuXPsnbHuw5nQplC0NNbYTdIleZmMB1n4OWQMRakNF0jQqoVxd_DiPML_cY6gjFsNnoX8p8bzpMEGIRO_tHYtzqaLArXhdozdPmunTVg/s1600/1443069.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU5UKFMVx-zKAQ4XR2YA6ojWwDVxDHbooTNQ5VuXPsnbHuw5nQplC0NNbYTdIleZmMB1n4OWQMRakNF0jQqoVxd_DiPML_cY6gjFsNnoX8p8bzpMEGIRO_tHYtzqaLArXhdozdPmunTVg/s320/1443069.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Tivesse eu asas e fosse pássaro</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">que saíria voando pelo céu</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">de madrugada</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">e iria, de mansinho, ver o sol</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">fazer amor com a alvorada</span></div>Akhenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09888002981818444219noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015729408555636966.post-88430358621369882992010-07-20T23:39:00.000+01:002010-07-20T23:39:07.510+01:00LEMBRANÇAS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI1BgWIBCxNT69Ddv-s8L9oUOB6U4QEJiciWGh36K0UVE_rg6kz6gPnT7gtSKX5dBGhKVnORJjGfVCuYz6CkD9WAqzZVpdZ_h2aHYIDxU3iDw-GszGL70BwKZ8tIm_OibZIwBXQHtON-8/s1600/flor-brinco-de-princesa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI1BgWIBCxNT69Ddv-s8L9oUOB6U4QEJiciWGh36K0UVE_rg6kz6gPnT7gtSKX5dBGhKVnORJjGfVCuYz6CkD9WAqzZVpdZ_h2aHYIDxU3iDw-GszGL70BwKZ8tIm_OibZIwBXQHtON-8/s320/flor-brinco-de-princesa.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Se recorda daquele ribeiro</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">onde nos banhavamos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">e dos brincos de princesa</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">que eu lhe colocava</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">dizendo não haver</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">moça mais linda</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">em todo o mundo?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Se recorda</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">que foi nesse ribeiro</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">que nós roubamos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">o nosso primeiro beijo?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Se recorda das flores,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">que em silêncio,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">ouviam nossas juras?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Voltei lá </span><span style="font-size: large;">para recordar você!</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Mas o ribeiro,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">como o nosso amor,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">tinha secado</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">e as flores estavam murchas.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Disseram-me, chorando,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">que iam secando e morrendo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">por não servirem para nada.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Não tinham já nossas juras de amor</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">para guardarem delas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">o segredo!</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: large;">Hoje,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: large;">deixa que os nossos olhos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: large;">sejam as estrelas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: large;">que iluminem a nossa noite.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"> Que os nossos braços</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">sejam as cadeias</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">que enlacem os nossos corpos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">e que o morango vermelho</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">da tua boca</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">sacie a fome que temos de nós.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Hoje,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">deixa que o oásis do teu corpo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">apague o fogo em que ardem </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">nossos corpos apaixonados.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Hoje,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">deixa que o nosso amor</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">se realize em pleno</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">e no nosso mundo sejamos um só.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Hoje,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">deixa que tudo isso aconteça</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">porque não sabemos </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">se no hoje de Amanhã</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">estaremos vivos para nos amarmos.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"> Que nos amemos hoje, </span><br />
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<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">"Os mortos só morrem</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">quando morrem</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">no coração dos vivos"</span></div><div align="center">.......</div><div align="center">.......</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Ainda hoje sinto na boca</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">o travo amargo daquela noite.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Há quantos anos?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Não sei!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">O tempo não se mede</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">pelas voltas dos ponteiros </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">do relógio</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">ou pelo arrancar das folhas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">do calendário.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">O tempo,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">mede-se pela dor que nos bate</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">sempre que a lembrança</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">ao pensamento ocorre.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">São milhões de instantes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">contados</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">dentro de nós,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">ontem hoje e amanhã.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Mas o que é o ontem</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">o hoje e o amanhã</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">se nada disso existe</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">quando o tempo recorda</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">o travo amargo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">que me ficou na boca</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">naquela noite em que,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">impotente,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">te senti</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">escorreres-me pelos dedos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;"> e te foste,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">para todo o sempre</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Mãe.</span></div>Akhenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09888002981818444219noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015729408555636966.post-60029535739375884112010-04-05T01:24:00.002+01:002010-04-05T01:28:50.678+01:00QUISIERA SER<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5FQIZAISdTYpw9dGv28H1tfIuAENUvWZ5yLOMQ0oHGHbHH30VmvpuGdVgwxIakKKKqVCEahq4_o4YKt9EuUbyoSCNVqBTKkugXoWIqVk8eouaGsnUSVHLa6KhKhP7RtFFhvZjvOGb4T4/s1600/img341.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" nt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5FQIZAISdTYpw9dGv28H1tfIuAENUvWZ5yLOMQ0oHGHbHH30VmvpuGdVgwxIakKKKqVCEahq4_o4YKt9EuUbyoSCNVqBTKkugXoWIqVk8eouaGsnUSVHLa6KhKhP7RtFFhvZjvOGb4T4/s320/img341.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Quisiera ser tu risa u ser tu llanto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">llegar cerca de ti estar contigo,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">quisiera ser el mar en que te bañas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">ése mar esmeralda tu amigo.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Quisiera ser la arena en que te acuestas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">u orilla del mar en que tú pisas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">y del vento caliente que te besa</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">quisiera yo, cariño, ser la brisa.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Quisiera ser la lluvia en tus cabellos,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">suave deslizar mojar tu cuerpo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">abrir para ti mis brazos y guardarte</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Y si quisieras tú quedarte en ellos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">del barco de tu vida ser su puerto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">y por toda mi vida yo amarte.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Akhenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09888002981818444219noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015729408555636966.post-86254338721559680612010-03-31T01:13:00.006+01:002010-04-07T23:53:57.825+01:00MURMÚRIOS DA SOLIDÃO<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN7IT0YOm8WAscToVV2iasNe7CLvIMby2QjPeoO3sPdRnHgXxj_fqbIeZDXtuSy7bC-FyDv-3k0vQRzW7Pmik8LPJGu6CCYhOfEgIH6if7L9xVVgkrxzWQSdVJW1L2KGmCuyoMcyMfEQg/s1600/85736bvd5e1fqq8.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN7IT0YOm8WAscToVV2iasNe7CLvIMby2QjPeoO3sPdRnHgXxj_fqbIeZDXtuSy7bC-FyDv-3k0vQRzW7Pmik8LPJGu6CCYhOfEgIH6if7L9xVVgkrxzWQSdVJW1L2KGmCuyoMcyMfEQg/s320/85736bvd5e1fqq8.gif" /></a></div> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Meu amor,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">quando no silêncio</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">do teu quarto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">cheio de ausências </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">do que não tens,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">os murmúrios da solidão</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">preencherem o vazio</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">das tuas noites.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Quando o vento</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">te trouxer o cheiro</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">das flores murchas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">da tua juventude.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Então,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">na penumbra desse quarto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">que nunca foi meu,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">recordarás a minha voz</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">sussurrando-te;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">amo-te</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">amo-te</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">amo-te.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Akhenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09888002981818444219noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015729408555636966.post-55133029716452233252010-03-21T12:01:00.012+00:002010-04-14T16:07:02.563+01:00POESIA ÉS TU QUE ANDAS NA RUA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie3osQRYkZDL0LwOZmD2ODSUOmnhYkFYieP6yLORvBUtcpsgseM1af5rKiFfNRADcPBiJVf_oxzgApNLctawcn6hJbfmGEL3oQ7xMzacWMY1Ix8OIYhRXeCT5jvJDD4LO5vthN2wAmfIQ/s1600-h/LisboaTram_g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie3osQRYkZDL0LwOZmD2ODSUOmnhYkFYieP6yLORvBUtcpsgseM1af5rKiFfNRADcPBiJVf_oxzgApNLctawcn6hJbfmGEL3oQ7xMzacWMY1Ix8OIYhRXeCT5jvJDD4LO5vthN2wAmfIQ/s320/LisboaTram_g.jpg" vt="true" width="320" /></a></div><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Se eu pudesse condensar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">num só verso o que escrevi</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">pensando ser poesia,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">quantas palavras</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">daquelas com que te vesti</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">eu rasgaria?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Não te posso prender</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">tendo-te em mim,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">nem te amordaço</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">apenas pela vontade </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">de te querer domar</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">em meu abraço.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Mas quantas dessas palavras</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">teria que rasgar,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">para que a ti, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Poesia,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;"> te deixassem nua?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">As palavras são livres de voar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">e Poesia </span><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">és tu </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">que andas na rua!</span></div>Akhenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09888002981818444219noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015729408555636966.post-42765919573359368802010-03-21T01:12:00.008+00:002010-04-10T01:24:37.800+01:00O DESPERTAR DA PRIMAVERA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiThDZd9CFYihCuhkbZmV3BHWOCHsx6yVvAvpDtFls4uv6ELpxg0pQEhDwcXzqlDgwBf3OoSSa7vb_vj5njXktZZbaPeha5ZtuXCRgHuTwdQ5yxhSj8JrEjfBMCTK5XlcRVd2qAoMBrkO4/s1600-h/alfazema.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiThDZd9CFYihCuhkbZmV3BHWOCHsx6yVvAvpDtFls4uv6ELpxg0pQEhDwcXzqlDgwBf3OoSSa7vb_vj5njXktZZbaPeha5ZtuXCRgHuTwdQ5yxhSj8JrEjfBMCTK5XlcRVd2qAoMBrkO4/s320/alfazema.jpg" vt="true" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">O sol acordou</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">triste e sonolento</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">olhando-se </span><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">nas gotas de orvalho</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">com perfume de alfazema</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">que a brisa da</span><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;"> manhã</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">trazia em si.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Ao longe,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">a flauta de um pastor </span><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">solitário</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">fazia ouvir </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">o seu </span><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">plangente</span> <span style="font-size: large;">chamado</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times;">a um amor imaginário.</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">O sol </span><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">quis sair,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">mas olhando o céu cinzento</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">voltou a deitar-se.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Só a flauta </span><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">teimava</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">em fazer ouvir </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">os seus queixumes magoados.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Seria talvez Pan</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">cortejando incautas virgens</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">naquela cinzenta manhã</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">da primavera despertada.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div>Akhenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09888002981818444219noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015729408555636966.post-58372424339166451152010-03-08T23:24:00.003+00:002010-04-14T16:07:22.123+01:00MULHER<div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjXpBFNPnG8JOPpuduUc2qtudjPUsZk5OAOrxTwH1F8VnXR4DWPZBXgaeqeXjWJ990vd8UBZaURvTnOkoZEs5cI8M8umoHpz1PAQ2xXl2GDr8PkG3uCccD0caXlXq9-CzkPN067SSZwPc/s1600-h/1803903.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjXpBFNPnG8JOPpuduUc2qtudjPUsZk5OAOrxTwH1F8VnXR4DWPZBXgaeqeXjWJ990vd8UBZaURvTnOkoZEs5cI8M8umoHpz1PAQ2xXl2GDr8PkG3uCccD0caXlXq9-CzkPN067SSZwPc/s320/1803903.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Mulher tu és na terra mãe de vida</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">És a vida que a terra tem em si</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Mulher tu és a terra renascida</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Nascemos, não da terra mas de ti.</span>Akhenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09888002981818444219noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015729408555636966.post-74392285580610631302010-03-05T19:46:00.004+00:002010-04-10T01:26:39.874+01:00ESCREVA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3AygS_nNVPsvrMWcnkvW_qmYnPkJpeqvHd5rQ4swmfLi6ZzK4C6da5Gu6fgFB9ZWL6IsSk-FF10XIdz4hKRbFeuu1_2Qpt7EX8f4xbLEdNgKHzoa0Hl8ylQJWXUezY8Eq-nsPRbLuZ1Q/s1600-h/moldura_seu_amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3AygS_nNVPsvrMWcnkvW_qmYnPkJpeqvHd5rQ4swmfLi6ZzK4C6da5Gu6fgFB9ZWL6IsSk-FF10XIdz4hKRbFeuu1_2Qpt7EX8f4xbLEdNgKHzoa0Hl8ylQJWXUezY8Eq-nsPRbLuZ1Q/s320/moldura_seu_amor.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Escreve-me!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Abraça-me com teus versos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">e beija-me loucamente</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">com teus poemas.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Deixa que as tuas palavras</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">me falem de amor,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">desse amor que só existe</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">na alma dos poetas.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Deixa que me embriague</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">com o vinho</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">das rimas que pisamos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">e me perca</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">para alem do horizonte</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">no universo que criamos.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Que eu voe no azul do céu</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">nas asas de uma borboleta,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">ou que dance, ao caminhar,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">nas pétalas de uma flor</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">do amor teu</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">e que o meu amor</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">ao brotar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">seja como cristalina agua</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"> que lave de ti, </span><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">tuas mágoas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">e leve de mim esta dor.</span></div>Akhenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09888002981818444219noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015729408555636966.post-68383917759436661812010-02-22T16:16:00.001+00:002010-02-22T23:18:19.079+00:00A ILHA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCEQbBPKCg2ZgUofhRr_UKwUN_RXhczfAJowNADipUZOHKrCHWEZHo-CAFn1xobnliVq9S68VAzpwx6S1LLNEHz3622wjn0kL-RyFPoEyQcGtEXPN4YK-Ti2KMr0FEnbPiKO-xz_bFAi0/s1600-h/belengas1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCEQbBPKCg2ZgUofhRr_UKwUN_RXhczfAJowNADipUZOHKrCHWEZHo-CAFn1xobnliVq9S68VAzpwx6S1LLNEHz3622wjn0kL-RyFPoEyQcGtEXPN4YK-Ti2KMr0FEnbPiKO-xz_bFAi0/s320/belengas1.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">A terra</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">rasgou do mar o véu</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">e a agua</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">à sua volta fez-se espuma.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Olhando o céu,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">a terra fez-se ilha.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div>Akhenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09888002981818444219noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015729408555636966.post-64665758104900911022010-02-17T23:55:00.003+00:002010-04-10T01:29:24.613+01:00NOITE DE AMOR NOITE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0r3xukpwIKz7S9ss1lxm5OukMVflOwJj6BHGzUsbNBDufydt_tT-wrabGZx2QwdkEERRCh-ydoUgcCP6OvKdj2xsr1gDlbTgQ14nwTwgu77K_DL4GZuLT7vqxkwlI1ubwoLpaHQjt2oc/s1600-h/65007624_1-Imagens-de-Magia-para-o-amor-voltar-Trabalhos-para-o-amor-amarracao-Traga-teu-amor-de-volta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0r3xukpwIKz7S9ss1lxm5OukMVflOwJj6BHGzUsbNBDufydt_tT-wrabGZx2QwdkEERRCh-ydoUgcCP6OvKdj2xsr1gDlbTgQ14nwTwgu77K_DL4GZuLT7vqxkwlI1ubwoLpaHQjt2oc/s320/65007624_1-Imagens-de-Magia-para-o-amor-voltar-Trabalhos-para-o-amor-amarracao-Traga-teu-amor-de-volta.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Na quietude da noite</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">fui chegando</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">de um outro horizonte,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">O teu corpo na cama espalhado,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">dizia-me</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;"> que descansasse nele</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">o desejo de ti</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">que eu sonhado trazia.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Teus braços abertos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">eram folhas de palmeira</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">em sonhos despertos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">ou areia molhada na maré vazia</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">para acalmar o calor abrasado</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">que em meu corpo ardia.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Os teus seios,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">os teus seios erectos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">eram a fonte</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">onde a minha boca sedenta</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">teu desejo bebia.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Os teus olhos fechados</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">guiaram meu barco ao teu corpo,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">o porto por mim procurado.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Minhas mãos foram amarras</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">que teu corpo prenderam.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">A ancora, as pernas enlaçadas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">que na cama larguei.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">E com meu barco ancorado,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">contigo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">o fogo apaguei.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div>Akhenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09888002981818444219noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015729408555636966.post-48441086301761813872010-02-15T19:10:00.005+00:002010-02-16T12:15:16.576+00:00DIAS DE CARNAVAL<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVCMYRBRWYGGRg6a4Kd269kaBohmEintc2f0fjmkPdm74ZUmPzephvxiytJ_ObgOdIDfaILQuH_4HTFXzF2UrE3iHD5-F8JOTTfPdHmA5fJbZEiViaIhwX7R9aH_V_fPB9wTg4jn8Jr44/s1600-h/Vila+Isabel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVCMYRBRWYGGRg6a4Kd269kaBohmEintc2f0fjmkPdm74ZUmPzephvxiytJ_ObgOdIDfaILQuH_4HTFXzF2UrE3iHD5-F8JOTTfPdHmA5fJbZEiViaIhwX7R9aH_V_fPB9wTg4jn8Jr44/s320/Vila+Isabel.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">A vida são dois dias,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">o Carnaval são três</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">e eu</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">não te queria na vida </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">comigo,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">por um dia.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">A vida são dois dias,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">o Carnaval são três</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">e eu</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">não te queria na cama</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">comigo,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">por uma noite.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">A Vida são dois dias,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">o Carnaval são três!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Ironicamente</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">não quiseste gastar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">comigo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">a noite e o dia</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">que te restavam</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">para viver.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times;">Resta-me </span><span style="font-family: Times;">o terceiro dia,</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">de Carnaval,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">que viverei,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">talvez sozinho,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">mas não contigo.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div>Akhenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09888002981818444219noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015729408555636966.post-66324146857612669412010-02-09T19:16:00.007+00:002010-03-24T20:30:49.965+00:00AS SOMBRAS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFk95fH5YnZJNlvYtUygNz7DdTuWse7n_x9fRAlyU4EbitYgxHXepfqTWVKIcauryoYNEQ-reU8J0F1mK5KtOsa03SkjUdU2PnXwC_4iZAQniW_FhErEK3JvIXgwIA4hO0uKCO0fTUEho/s1600-h/imagem_lisboa_noite_gr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="216" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFk95fH5YnZJNlvYtUygNz7DdTuWse7n_x9fRAlyU4EbitYgxHXepfqTWVKIcauryoYNEQ-reU8J0F1mK5KtOsa03SkjUdU2PnXwC_4iZAQniW_FhErEK3JvIXgwIA4hO0uKCO0fTUEho/s320/imagem_lisboa_noite_gr.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">As sombras</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">vivem a noite, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">independentemente</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">da cor das pessoas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">de quem são sombras.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">As sombras,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">têm as formas que lhe dão </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">as luzes que as criam,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">os olhos que as vêm</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">e a cor dos sonhos </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">que as inventam.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">A cor das sombras da noite</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">tem o brilho </span><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">que roubam das luzes.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Há sombras, que </span><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">na noite</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">procuram os recantos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">mais sombrios,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">onde se escondem as dores</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">do amor sem cio</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">e onde se misturam as cores.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">As sombras, pela manhã</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">correm atrás do dia que acorda,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">para se tornarem </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">as suas próprias sombras</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">ou para desaparecerem</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">levadas pela luz.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">De dia,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">as sombras das pessoas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">têm a mesma cor;</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">cinzenta.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Há sombras que dormem de dia</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">para não terem sombra.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Há sombras na noite</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">que são eternas.</span></div>Akhenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09888002981818444219noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015729408555636966.post-90779614110504894262010-02-08T18:53:00.001+00:002010-02-08T18:55:54.758+00:00MALMEQUER<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYCfH7slqmTXMDxZ8RRP8eGUdB4p4gGzNYS71RmbPTrdEaVzlF9O3zT7CxPbOFKbooyb5CdLCQIzOr3RPeTni4sB6sgVleFSqbZYfnqQKg30e1D_Fm4A5TBUZ2nrrXkX_tYx1fm_myeis/s1600-h/wildflower+splendor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYCfH7slqmTXMDxZ8RRP8eGUdB4p4gGzNYS71RmbPTrdEaVzlF9O3zT7CxPbOFKbooyb5CdLCQIzOr3RPeTni4sB6sgVleFSqbZYfnqQKg30e1D_Fm4A5TBUZ2nrrXkX_tYx1fm_myeis/s320/wildflower+splendor.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">O teu amor</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">quebrou teu coração,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">me disse um malmequer</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">quando lhe perguntei,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">mal me quer?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Me respondeu</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">bem te quer,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">muito pouco, nada!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">O teu amor</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">quebrou teu coração,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">me disse um malmequer</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">quando lhe perguntei,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">bem me quer?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Me respondeu,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">muito pouco, nada!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">O teu amor</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">quebrou teu coração,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">me respondeu um malmequer</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">quando lhe perguntei,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">muito pouco?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Me respondeu, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">nada!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Meu coração me disse.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">O teu amor quebrou!</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div>Akhenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09888002981818444219noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015729408555636966.post-46595649863007907912010-01-29T17:49:00.004+00:002010-01-31T18:22:41.401+00:00SER POETA II<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB3SPHuUO3Z4kiuZt1aa_z1sz0qfAaGlks6qBUHmNPR8S-dFu7xsnZq-YO2hIVFBru8i_HZCP3An_m2TUb8Jav08C0QihIyxr1pf1LxpVqSi7jkfJWXHXQhAiiRnBl8uaQQ2-kYRB5uEE/s1600-h/ph-10059.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB3SPHuUO3Z4kiuZt1aa_z1sz0qfAaGlks6qBUHmNPR8S-dFu7xsnZq-YO2hIVFBru8i_HZCP3An_m2TUb8Jav08C0QihIyxr1pf1LxpVqSi7jkfJWXHXQhAiiRnBl8uaQQ2-kYRB5uEE/s320/ph-10059.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Ser poeta, é ser igual a toda a gente</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Sonhar em versos como vê o mundo,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Mas descrevê-lo de forma diferente</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Tendo o amor por sentir mais profundo.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;"> .......</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Colher no ar as palavras que passam,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Delas compor um ramo de ternura</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Para quando os amantes se entrelaçam</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Esquecerem das palavras as mais duras.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;"> .......</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">É em metade dizer tudo inteiro</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Cantar o céu como cantar a flor</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Mesmo a mentir ser mais verdadeiro</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;"> .......</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Chorando a cantar p'ra esconder a dor.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">É ser leão com balir de cordeiro</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">É ser terno e doce ao falar de amor</span>Akhenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09888002981818444219noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015729408555636966.post-12604759473532785152010-01-28T22:20:00.002+00:002010-02-28T22:26:31.246+00:00SER POETA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTe6aadNb9PZua9t2wd1S-pu_aNyERL5ObAA5zSkA7bQb86SNHEjG8fNTcUP7LYiY9jmSvLueOpttSh5EW5XtM1K_e6HSIIfG50mTgHOduUuQ7MppjwGFBfI0RO0PMd6eKNTdI9WiiKR0/s1600-h/mexico312_r.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" mt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTe6aadNb9PZua9t2wd1S-pu_aNyERL5ObAA5zSkA7bQb86SNHEjG8fNTcUP7LYiY9jmSvLueOpttSh5EW5XtM1K_e6HSIIfG50mTgHOduUuQ7MppjwGFBfI0RO0PMd6eKNTdI9WiiKR0/s320/mexico312_r.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Ser poeta é ser igual a toda a gente,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Sonhar o mundo todo à sua volta</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Mas ao dizê-lo, de forma diferente,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Pôr nas palavras a sua revolta.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Apanhar as palavras que surgirem</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Juntar dessas palavras as mais certas</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">E arremessar a quem elas servirem</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Quais justiceiras e certeiras flechas.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;"> ..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">É por metade dizer tudo inteiro</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Chorar a cantar p'ra esconder a dor,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">É mesmo a mentir ser mais verdadeiro</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;"> ..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">É cantar o mar, cantar uma flor,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">É ser leão com balir de cordeiro</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">É ser terno e doce a falar de amor.</span>Akhenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09888002981818444219noreply@blogger.com3