tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63258743660756026802011-07-08T05:28:47.594-07:00mund´i`perfeitohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16556124382908716848noreply@blogger.comBlogger131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325874366075602680.post-40116607819091768952010-07-12T15:05:00.000-07:002010-07-12T15:13:41.269-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/TDuSq7a063I/AAAAAAAAAEU/T1MT0YAwCuE/s1600/DSCF9037.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/TDuSq7a063I/AAAAAAAAAEU/T1MT0YAwCuE/s320/DSCF9037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493145436710824818" /></a><br /><strong>""Tao longe, Tao perto...<br />não á distancia não á fim""<br />o som da melodia..<br />a flutuar...<br />com o pensamento.. <br />livremente...<br />com a mente...<br />em ti...<br />com o sentimento...<br />em ti...<br />Me deixa pensando e recordando...<br />e vivendo e rindo...<br /><br /><br />Me Desculpa!!!!<br />por todas as palavras descontextualixadas,<br />por todos os olhares mal interpretados,<br />pela incompreensão<br />pelo o egocentrismo<br />Teimosia, orgulho<br />Pela minha perfeição <br />tão longe da perfeição…</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325874366075602680-4011660781909176895?l=shishanitah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mund´i`perfeitohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16556124382908716848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325874366075602680.post-88897593090613895292010-02-07T12:09:00.000-08:002010-02-07T13:27:41.335-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/S28toZShNaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ODUnmNFVBZk/s1600-h/4444.bmp"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435613447266055586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/S28toZShNaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ODUnmNFVBZk/s320/4444.bmp" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#330099;">Beija-me <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">de novo</span>.. </span><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#330099;">Abraça-me como na primeira vez</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#330099;">Quero sentir o teu toque</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#330099;">O teu respirar ...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#330099;">A tua pele..</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#330099;">Ler o pensamento...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#330099;">Suspiros..</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#330099;">O quente e o frio.. <3</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#330099;">Aqueles <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">sorrisos</span> parvos :D</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#330099;">de orelha a orelha!!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#330099;">Voltas e voltas..</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#330099;">E mais voltas.. ate <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">paralisarmos</span>..</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#330099;">Vamos sentir o mundo</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#330099;">Um mundo sendo só nosso.. </span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#330099;">Eu e Tu...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#330099;">Tu.. e Eu</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#330099;">Já te disse hoje que te adoro??</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#330099;">Posso repetir outra vez!!!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#330099;">Assim bem alto?? </span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#330099;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">aaddooroo</span>--<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">ttteee</span> (M) <3</span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#330099;">Ouviste??</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#330099;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#330099;">O eco entre os vales, </span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#330099;">entre o ponto mais alto e o céu</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#330099;">as estrelas, </span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#330099;">e aquelas luzes de fundo</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#330099;">O arrepio, </span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#330099;">E o coração explodindo de alegria</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#330099;">Estes nossos pequenos momentos,</span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#330099;">Nunca serão esquecidos,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#330099;">Eternamente relembrados....</span></div> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325874366075602680-8889759309061389529?l=shishanitah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mund´i`perfeitohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16556124382908716848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325874366075602680.post-80113604008748418482009-12-15T16:08:00.000-08:002009-12-15T16:22:12.743-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/Sygnu4g6dKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/RPDxZCZJp2E/s1600-h/DSCF7744.jpg"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415622238310921378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/Sygnu4g6dKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/RPDxZCZJp2E/s320/DSCF7744.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;">Abri aquele velho diario..</span> <div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;">velho com poeira...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;">revivi cada palavra escrita..</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;">e cada movimento da esferografica..</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;">uma lagrima caindo..</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;">palavras borratadas...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;">a frustação do momento nao deixou acabar o pensamento</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;">o ódio</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;">a raiva</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;">a vontade de sair por aquela porta e nao mais voltar</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;">a sensação de tar fechada como um passaro</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;">e a liberdade estar lá fora a nossa espera</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;">tudo isto ja senti</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;">tudo isto relembrei</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;">as pessoas que me marcaram</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;">as feridas, que hoje estao cicatrizadas </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;">aquelas marcas....</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325874366075602680-8011360400874841848?l=shishanitah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mund´i`perfeitohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16556124382908716848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325874366075602680.post-20560482042015857832009-10-16T12:50:00.000-07:002009-10-16T12:54:49.109-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;">Uma nova etapa...um novo mundo...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;">um mundo onde tudo é novo,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;">novas gargalhadas.. novos sorrizos...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;">VELHOS sonhos...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;">novos olhares... Novas ambiçoes...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;">um passo em frente e tudo muda...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;">um novo degrau na vida... uma etapa...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;">um novo respirar..ENTRA.. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;">olha em redor...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;">ves uma alegria diferente..ouves um falar diferente...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;">nao tenhas medo...o futuro aqui te espera....</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;">Perde essa timidez...novos olhares.. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;">umas gargalhadase folhas espalhadas, tudo isto completa,,,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;">nao fiques á porta, podes entrar e ver....</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;">uma luz que ilumina, circular da imaginaçao</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;">è simples... è facil....ENTRA... Ouveee..</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;">Fecha os olhos....</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;">consegues sentir o rodopio de ideias!!!a vaguear no teu pensamento???</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;">nao deixes que evaporem...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;">Um movimento de dedos no techado ....e surge o futuro</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;">O tocar da esferografica...e surge o futuro...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;">Umas folhas amachucadase será o futuro...SERA o FUTURO</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;">SERAS O FUTURO...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;">CORRE para ali, uma agitaçao...nao fiques parado... </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;">uma folha a imprimir...outra mal digitalizada...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;">UPPsssss....Um erro ortografico...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;">Testemunho do presente..Memorias do Passado..</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;">que se irao renovar com o futuro...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;">um puzzle... </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;">Nós... Os presentes..</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;">.Completamo-nos.....</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;">pensa... Sonhaar...EXIGEEEeee...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325874366075602680-2056048204201585783?l=shishanitah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mund´i`perfeitohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16556124382908716848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325874366075602680.post-74401923609445111142009-10-08T15:12:00.000-07:002009-10-08T15:31:43.440-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/Ss5n2zJrGuI/AAAAAAAAADU/r6W3DVx9hys/s1600-h/61.jpg"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390359995150441186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/Ss5n2zJrGuI/AAAAAAAAADU/r6W3DVx9hys/s400/61.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;">abri aquele velho diario...</span> <div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;">velho com poeira...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;">revivi cada palavras escrita...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;">e cada movimento da esferografica</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;">uma lagrima caindo...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;">palavras borratadas...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;">frases inacabadas..</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;">a frustaÇao do momento nau deixou acabar o pensamento...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;">O odio..</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;">A raiva... </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;">a vontade de sair por aquela porta e nao mais voltar...<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;">a sensaÇao de tar fechada cmo um pequeno passaro...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;">e a liberdade estar la fora á nossa espera...</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#993399;"><span style="font-family:arial;">t</span><span style="font-family:arial;">udo isto ja senti...</span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;">tudo isto relembrei...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;">as pessoas que me marcaram...<br />os feridas... </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;">que hoje ja tao cicatrizadas...<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;">aquelas marcas...</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325874366075602680-7440192360944511114?l=shishanitah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mund´i`perfeitohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16556124382908716848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325874366075602680.post-80158043876801386022009-08-08T14:51:00.000-07:002009-08-08T15:14:21.626-07:00<strong><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">recordaçao . . recordar o já esquecido . . tentar reconstituir palavras em frases . .<br />numa lençol de recordação . . onde tenho pesadelos . . </span></span><br /></strong><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"><strong>quero dormir . . .. fechar os olhos . . . </strong></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/Sn31hzF28SI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OvDcv1yu1aw/s1600-h/a.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"></span></a><strong><br /></strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"><strong>e sorrir . .<br />mas o meu pensamento é-me invadido . . . <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/Sn31hzF28SI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OvDcv1yu1aw/s1600-h/a.jpg"></a></strong></span></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"><strong>por ti . . . <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/Sn31hzF28SI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OvDcv1yu1aw/s1600-h/a.jpg"></a>por eles . . . <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/Sn31hzF28SI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OvDcv1yu1aw/s1600-h/a.jpg"></a>VAAAAOOOo . . . <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/Sn31hzF28SI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OvDcv1yu1aw/s1600-h/a.jpg"></a><br />tudo aparece assim derrepente.. tudo se vai num abrir de olhos<br />i volta assim que se fecham . . . <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/Sn31hzF28SI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OvDcv1yu1aw/s1600-h/a.jpg"></a></strong></span></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"><strong>porque ?? se ja é passado...<br />guardado numa caixa de cartao, caixa das recoradÇoes<br />[coraÇao]<br />trancado por palavras chave . . . <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/Sn31hzF28SI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OvDcv1yu1aw/s1600-h/a.jpg"></a></strong></span></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"><strong>viver o presente . . . <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/Sn31hzF28SI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OvDcv1yu1aw/s1600-h/a.jpg"></a>sem querer alcanÇar o futuro . . . <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/Sn31hzF28SI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OvDcv1yu1aw/s1600-h/a.jpg"></a><br />porque??<br />porque nao me deixam fechar os olhos?<br />porque me invadem o pensamento desta maneira??<br />porque dou dois passos á frente,<br />e me fazem dar um atraz?? . . . <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/Sn31hzF28SI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OvDcv1yu1aw/s1600-h/a.jpg"></a><br />a vida é constituida por "porque?"<br />por pensamentos que por vezes<br />nem sabemos se é recordar o passado ou pura imaginaÇao..<br />imaginar um momento vivido . . . <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/Sn31hzF28SI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OvDcv1yu1aw/s1600-h/a.jpg"></a>mas . . . <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/Sn31hzF28SI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OvDcv1yu1aw/s1600-h/a.jpg"></a>mudou o que foi dito..<br />dizer mais . . . <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/Sn31hzF28SI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OvDcv1yu1aw/s1600-h/a.jpg"></a>muito mais . . . <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/Sn31hzF28SI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OvDcv1yu1aw/s1600-h/a.jpg"></a>ou entao . . . <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/Sn31hzF28SI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OvDcv1yu1aw/s1600-h/a.jpg"></a>nau dizer nada...<br />simplesmento o silencio diz tudo . . . <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/Sn31hzF28SI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OvDcv1yu1aw/s1600-h/a.jpg"></a><br />o bom e o mal.. neste mundo em que vivemos . . . <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/Sn31hzF28SI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OvDcv1yu1aw/s1600-h/a.jpg"></a><br />tem que se saber: ECONOMIZAR PALAVRAS . . . <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/Sn31hzF28SI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OvDcv1yu1aw/s1600-h/a.jpg"></a><br />dirigi-las a quem simplesmente merece...<br /><br /></strong></span></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/Sn34UiZhxTI/AAAAAAAAADE/KLNZJeXhh3A/s1600-h/a.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 342px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367719362610447666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/Sn34UiZhxTI/AAAAAAAAADE/KLNZJeXhh3A/s400/a.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>Doces palavras.. com sabor amargo</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325874366075602680-8015804387680138602?l=shishanitah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mund´i`perfeitohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16556124382908716848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325874366075602680.post-22268193192126728542009-05-28T12:12:00.000-07:002009-05-28T12:51:48.346-07:00<span style="color:#9999ff;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">A ingenuidade de movimentos </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">toque entre corpos...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">movimentos em comum...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Será que já será esquecido??</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Será que quando te deitas lembras dos nossos momentos??</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Dos nossos intensos toques </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">e olhares penetrantes...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Os nossos desenhos no vidro baço</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">com a nossa temperatura...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">A nossa sombra junta...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">com aquele pequeno foco de luz...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">e com aquelas minúsculas estrelas...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Podíamos tentado conta-las</span> </strong><br /></span></span><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">não podia faltar nenhuma...</span> </span></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/Sh7qMMijjzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/XdtrQmbbtek/s1600-h/e.jpg"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340963703353478962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/Sh7qMMijjzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/XdtrQmbbtek/s400/e.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">nem aquela mais escondida de vergonha</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Assim <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">estariamos</span> </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">infinitamente juntos </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">a contar as estrelas </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">que levam os nossos sonhos..</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Nos dois de olhos fechados, </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">de cansaço, </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">dormindo nos braços um do outro,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">bem <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">enroladinhos</span>,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">sem nada a nos separar...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Só o céu como testemunha da nossa noite...</span><br /></span></strong><div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"><strong>e o som do vento como som de fundo. . .</strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325874366075602680-2226819319212672854?l=shishanitah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mund´i`perfeitohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16556124382908716848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325874366075602680.post-35741176606772155082009-04-08T05:09:00.000-07:002009-04-08T05:27:19.506-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/SdyWNP3bpJI/AAAAAAAAACU/lNwlbQoSA20/s1600-h/o.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 210px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322294013986579602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/SdyWNP3bpJI/AAAAAAAAACU/lNwlbQoSA20/s400/o.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">Tenho <span style="color:#6600cc;">medo</span>..<br /></span><div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">com o tempo me va esquecer de quem SOU...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">Daquilo que construi..</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">Olhar te nos olhos e <span style="color:#6600cc;">nao sentir</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">Esquecer o que é amar...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">Tocares-me e nao sentir...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">Beijares-me e simplesmente nao querer..</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">Tenho medo que <span style="color:#6600cc;">ignores</span> as minhas palavras...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">os meus conselhos..</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">QUERO_TE..</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">são..</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">Não quero <span style="color:#6600cc;">substancias "nojentas"</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">Quero sentimento</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">Não quero ver <span style="color:#6600cc;">sangue..</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">nem agreção..</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">Quero simplesmente o teu bem..</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">Querendo tanto,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">Que até me <span style="color:#6600cc;">esqueço</span> de quem SOU...</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325874366075602680-3574117660677215508?l=shishanitah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mund´i`perfeitohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16556124382908716848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325874366075602680.post-23615909990963790972009-02-25T15:03:00.000-08:002009-02-25T15:18:18.678-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/SaXPNg_NQQI/AAAAAAAAACE/WRC9TvA00Vw/s1600-h/DSCF6140.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306875567026290946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/SaXPNg_NQQI/AAAAAAAAACE/WRC9TvA00Vw/s320/DSCF6140.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>O tempo... longínquo...<br />conversas... de palavras...de olhares.<br />gestos...somente nossas...<br />Três anitos... que aconteceu de tudo.<br />Coisas boas, e tambem menos boas.. </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>Mas que agora, passado o tempo, </strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>é k vemos k as coisas menos boas, afinal são boas.<br />Fizeram com que nos transformássemos </strong></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>nas pessoas k somos hoje. </strong></span></span></div><div><br /><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>infelizmente... </strong></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>coisas nao mudaram... os nossos defeitos continuam cá... Mas outros defeitos, gora são virtudes... podemos ter feitios, </strong></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>personalidades, </strong></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>sonhos </strong></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>totalmente diferentes... mas temos o orgulho de dizer "O Meu Sonho"... </strong></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>Seguimos caminhos diferentes... muito próximos... Q</strong></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>uase que nos cruzamos todos os dias... mas nunca nos vemos... tão junto.. tao distante... </strong></span></span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>o mail no MSN, o numero no telm... mas por vezes passamos semanas sem nos falar... isso nao quer dizer a triste palavra "esquecimento" pois quand algo importante ou inesperado acontece... não hesitamos em falar ....</strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"></span></strong> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">[A nossa pequena historia, k tambem pode ser a tua... nunca é tarde pa dizer:</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">Miga dO cOraÇaO... <3></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325874366075602680-2361590999096379097?l=shishanitah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mund´i`perfeitohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16556124382908716848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325874366075602680.post-88492288416854207652009-01-23T12:50:00.000-08:002009-01-23T13:33:15.999-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/SXo0obOG4hI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CYrYR4J8Wkg/s1600-h/DSC01417.JPG"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294602181033779730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/SXo0obOG4hI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CYrYR4J8Wkg/s200/DSC01417.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#999999;">quero ficar permanentemente parada...<br /></span><div><span style="color:#999999;">no </span><span style="color:#009900;">ar...</span></div><div><span style="color:#009900;">paralisada..</span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;">assim como uma folha caída de uma árvore </span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;">em </span><span style="color:#009900;">puro outono..</span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;">lisa.. fina... </span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;">mas com vasos sanguíneos...</span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;">onde corre toda a </span><span style="color:#009900;">força...</span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;">toda a <span style="color:#009900;">raiva...</span> </span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;">o </span><span style="color:#009900;">ódio...</span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;">e a </span><span style="color:#009900;">esperança...</span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;">o vento rasgado com aquela força de folha...</span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;">nada a </span><span style="color:#009900;">derruba...</span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;">nem o que vai debaixo </span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;">nem o que vai de cima...</span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;">debaixo... vai a "tua" </span><span style="color:#009900;">inveja..</span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;">de cima a inferioridade de </span><span style="color:#009900;">sentimentos...</span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;">como é possível uma folha ficar parada em breves </span><span style="color:#009900;">instantes </span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;">e tanto tamanho de <span style="color:#009900;">maldade</span> a perceguir...</span></div><div>uma <strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">"insignificante folha sem saliva"...</span></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325874366075602680-8849228841685420765?l=shishanitah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mund´i`perfeitohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16556124382908716848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325874366075602680.post-56251607829747081992009-01-18T13:33:00.000-08:002009-01-18T13:50:38.954-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/SXOkH9WsmAI/AAAAAAAAABs/F5-ZX2BW99g/s1600-h/dfsgggg.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 168px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292754443726264322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/SXOkH9WsmAI/AAAAAAAAABs/F5-ZX2BW99g/s200/dfsgggg.jpg" /></a><br /><div><em><strong>Apet<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/SXOgvG2Tb3I/AAAAAAAAABk/MByn7yF_0bQ/s1600-h/dfsgggg.jpg"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></em></a>ece-me partir...</strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">ir...</span></strong> </em><br /><em><strong>Com a minha mala...</strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#009900;">Recordações</span> do<span style="color:#ffcc33;"> </span><span style="color:#ffff00;">passado</span>...</strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Motivação</span> po <span style="color:#cc33cc;">futuro</span>...</strong></em><br /><em><strong>E o <span style="color:#ff6600;">presente</span>??</strong></em><br /><em><strong>O k é o <span style="color:#ff6600;">presente</span>??</strong></em><br /><em><strong>O agora??</strong></em><br /><em><strong>O este <span style="color:#336666;">instante</span>...</strong></em><br /><em><strong>Colada cm os dedos no teclado....</strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Olhar</span> fixo no monitor...</strong></em><br /><em><strong>Uma <span style="color:#ccffff;">lágrima</span> surgindo...</strong></em><br /><em><strong>e....</strong></em><br /><em><strong>Será k foi u <span style="color:#ff6600;">presente</span>??</strong></em><br /><em><strong>Ou será já <span style="color:#ffff00;">passado</span>??</strong></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325874366075602680-5625160782974708199?l=shishanitah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mund´i`perfeitohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16556124382908716848noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325874366075602680.post-38521509266394015562009-01-14T12:07:00.000-08:002009-01-14T13:54:36.746-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/SW5H1vhmxAI/AAAAAAAAABE/YD6tB2RzlJA/s1600-h/dia_d_mae+108.jpg"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291245600822969346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/SW5H1vhmxAI/AAAAAAAAABE/YD6tB2RzlJA/s320/dia_d_mae+108.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#666666;"></span><span style="color:#3333ff;">aquele sentimento...</span></span></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#666666;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">que faz sentir aquele arrepio..<br />nem <span style="color:#993399;">calor</span> nem <span style="color:#990000;">frio..<br /></span>k sentirei afinal??<br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">amOr...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">odio...<br /></span>estarei só a sonhar??<br />entre <span style="color:#660000;">pedras </span></span></span></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-size:130%;">e caminhos...<br />sinto o </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#993399;">perfume..<br /></span>esvoaçando entre borboletas encantadas...<br />entre aquelas flores amarelas cantantes...<br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">sonhando</span> no momento...<br />em k te fechaste...<br />e k depois </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#660000;">agressivamente...</span><br /></span><span style="color:#993399;">abriste</span> a porta....<br />i foste...<br />por caminhos nunca antes percorridos...<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">mas que sairás vitorioso...</span></span></em></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325874366075602680-3852150926639401556?l=shishanitah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mund´i`perfeitohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16556124382908716848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325874366075602680.post-46888382855955632432009-01-11T14:26:00.000-08:002009-01-14T13:55:32.367-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/SWpysgAVnTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/F2JdNMMiU90/s1600-h/jjj.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290166821131230514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xe_Z-l0H-Gg/SWpysgAVnTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/F2JdNMMiU90/s320/jjj.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em> </em></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"><em>Gostava me poder esconder<br />entre sonhos e pesadelos<br /><strong><span style="color:#333333;">NAAAAOOOOOOO.....</span></strong><br />Só quero poder sonhar...<br />Poder gritar, sem te incomodar<br />Poder olhar, sem te perturbar<br />Observar o ceu, sem te intimidar<br />Lembrar momentos, sem os querer mudar...<br /><br /></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325874366075602680-4688838285595563243?l=shishanitah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mund´i`perfeitohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16556124382908716848noreply@blogger.com1