tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29004663313337102312024-03-19T02:51:56.955-03:00Julieta ModernaEntra senta e fica a vontade, que eu vou buscar uma xícara de café!:)Laíshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08617066739781834138noreply@blogger.comBlogger129125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900466331333710231.post-23987862028017024822012-04-22T15:18:00.000-03:002012-04-22T15:18:46.411-03:00Do fundo do meu coração<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/z9ZLZpcUS0o?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Erasmo, Roberto e Adriana</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Eu, cada vez que vi você chegar</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Me fazer sorrir e me deixar</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Decidido eu disse: nunca mais </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Mas novamente estúpido provei</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Desse doce amargo, quando eu sei </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Cada volta sua o que me faz</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Vi todo o meu orgulho em sua mão</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Deslizar, se espatifar no chão </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Eu vi o meu amor tratado assim </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Mas basta agora o que você me fez</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Acabe com essa droga de uma vez</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Não volte nunca mais pra mim</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Eu, toda vez que vi você voltar </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Eu pensei que fosse pra ficar</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">E mais uma vez falei que sim</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Mas já depois de tanta solidão </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Do fundo do meu coração </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Não volte nunca mais pra mim</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Se você me perguntar se ainda é seu</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Todo meu amor, eu sei que eu </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Certamente vou dizer que sim</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Mas já depois de tanta solidão </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Do fundo do meu coração </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Não volte nunca mais pra mim</span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">navegar é preciso...</span></div>Laíshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08617066739781834138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900466331333710231.post-12986801700209421482012-03-07T22:57:00.001-03:002012-03-07T22:58:10.763-03:00vitais<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht2n78bX0GWT7HNNFUTbKIvd63Tavmx-q1CqGRCuNw8gK2ZfZi4Rp-bOYmWgr9OU7UbWNQBiGich9RGX7-ViKUw1HgDm4vBsO_Vjph0EPe1b0nogEg6fQL_0ge38ujpv7kDvOHRL3ttDw/s1600/74523_139832989402986_100001288560426_229065_2191925_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht2n78bX0GWT7HNNFUTbKIvd63Tavmx-q1CqGRCuNw8gK2ZfZi4Rp-bOYmWgr9OU7UbWNQBiGich9RGX7-ViKUw1HgDm4vBsO_Vjph0EPe1b0nogEg6fQL_0ge38ujpv7kDvOHRL3ttDw/s320/74523_139832989402986_100001288560426_229065_2191925_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Três Pontas - MG<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Necessidades:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">As tardes eram mais laranjas...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Preciso</div><div style="text-align: center;">mais de </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Manoel</div><div style="text-align: center;">Virginia</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tom</div><div style="text-align: center;">Vinicius</div><div style="text-align: center;">Paulo</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">e tantos que nem tive tempo de conhecer...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Laíshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08617066739781834138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900466331333710231.post-880862702607771572011-11-28T21:38:00.001-02:002011-11-28T21:39:28.783-02:00ai que saudade...<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/_RzuC5ttoFw/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_RzuC5ttoFw&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_RzuC5ttoFw&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>Amor de um</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">acostumei a ser ninguém</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">acostumei a sentir saudade</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">acostumei a ser só</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">e de repente desacostumei de amar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">como é vazia a falta da solidão</span></div>Laíshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08617066739781834138noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900466331333710231.post-86174765004477639142011-11-24T23:23:00.002-02:002011-11-27T21:47:45.450-02:00envelhecida<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Já sei as cores que gosto.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">E o corte de cabelo que me cai bem.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Já tenho as jóias certas: dois anéis de Kamacita, dois brincos de prata para cada orelha e um relógio do Paraguai.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Já sei que sou das pequenezas e não da grande escala.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Já notei como posso e como devo me portar diante de algumas pessoas e que devo esperar um tempo antes de dizer se tenho ou não afinidades. E se não tiver, saber que em algum ponto sempre se tem mas que não preciso inventar sentimentos.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Já observei que me dou muito bem com as mães das minhas amigas e isso me torna política, ou velha. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Já observei meus defeitos e notei as minhas qualidades, mas confesso que nunca foi o bastante para nenhuma das duas contradições. Sempre vão precisar de uma grande pesquisa.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Já esclareci que existe um Deus dentro de mim e para mim e que ele é maravilhoso. E o quanto é bom não sentir desemparada diante da vida. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Já tenho meus Santos separados: Nossa Senhora e São Francisco.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Já tracei o melhor escritor do manual de instruções para sobrevivência: Jesus.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Já notei que preciso ser nômade, mas que também preciso ter filhos.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Já percebi que para traçar um grande caminho, só preciso de disciplina e paciência. Não de grandes aquisições materiais ou intelectuais. O importante é se saberei dar nome aos bois.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Já notei que é preciso ter convicções fixas mesmo que seja durante um dia.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Já percebi os aspectos invisíveis e o quanto eles nos dizem.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Já notei que meu mundinho interior é cômodo e cor de rosa e que o mundão lá de fora tem todas as cores.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Já percebi o quanto alguns homens são cafajestes e o quanto outros são humanos.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Já percebi também que estamos de passagem e isso torna todos os detalhes mais bonitos.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"> Quanto mais envelhecia, quanto mais insípidas me pareciam as</span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"> pequenas satisfações que a vida me dava, tanto mais claramente</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"> compreendia onde eu deveria procurar a fonte das alegrias da</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><div style="text-align: center;"> vida. Aprendi que ser amado não é nada, enquanto amar é tudo (…).</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><br />
</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><div style="text-align: center;"> O dinheiro não era nada, o poder não era nada. Vi tanta gente</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><div style="text-align: center;"> que tinha dinheiro e poder, e mesmo assim era infeliz.</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><br />
</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><div style="text-align: center;"> A beleza não era nada. Vi homens e mulheres belos, infelizes,</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><div style="text-align: center;"> apesar de sua beleza.</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><br />
</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><div style="text-align: center;"> Também a saúde não contava tanto assim. Cada um tem a saúde que</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><div style="text-align: center;"> sente.</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><br />
</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><div style="text-align: center;"> Havia doentes cheios de vontade de viver e havia sadios que</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><div style="text-align: center;"> definhavam angustiados pelo medo de sofrer.</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><br />
</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><div style="text-align: center;"> A felicidade é amor, só isto.</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><div style="text-align: center;"> Feliz é quem sabe amar. Feliz é quem pode amar muito.</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><div style="text-align: center;"> Mas amar e desejar não é a mesma coisa.</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><div style="text-align: center;"> O amor é o desejo que atingiu a sabedoria.</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><div style="text-align: center;"> O amor não quer possuir.</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><div style="text-align: center;"> O amor quer somente amar.</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">fonte: </span><a href="http://thalma.tumblr.com/post/2553815492/hermann-hesse">http://thalma.tumblr.com/post/2553815492/hermann-hesse</a></div>Laíshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08617066739781834138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900466331333710231.post-77431455316792743082011-02-11T10:58:00.002-02:002011-02-11T13:15:26.810-02:00Comprovação do que sempre digo... A música brasileira (não) morreu (Por Lucas Rossi)<div id="_mcePaste" style="color: #9e9b9b; font-family: 'Century Gothic', Helvetica, 'Myriad Pro', Helvetica, 'Lucida Sans', Lucida, 'Century Gothic', Calibri, 'Lucida Sans', Lucida, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/ldt6HVXtO9g?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">Meus pelos sobem, minha espinha dorsal esfria, minha cabeça dói toda vez que escuto alguém dizer “que a música brasileira não é a mesma. Não tem nada de bom e novo por aí. A música brasileira morreu.” É horripilante ouvir isso! Como falar que não existe música boa (e estou falando de música muito boa) quando temos <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XGATDimXlag" style="color: #cc8b01; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Rodrigo Campos</a>, por exemplo? Como afirmar que a poesia morreu, quando há <a href="http://www.amusicoteca.com.br/?p=129" style="color: #cc8b01; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">FelixBravo</a>? Ainda há <a href="http://www.amusicoteca.com.br/?p=1309" style="color: #cc8b01; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Arthur Nogueira</a>, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aA6ome0TWd4&feature=related" style="color: #cc8b01; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Céu</a>, <a href="http://www.amusicoteca.com.br/?p=45" style="color: #cc8b01; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Pedro Miranda</a>, <a href="http://www.amusicoteca.com.br/?p=761" style="color: #cc8b01; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Lucas Santanna</a>,<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tS2tcziMM_0" style="color: #cc8b01; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"> Bebel Gilberto</a>, <a href="http://www.amusicoteca.com.br/?p=2576" style="color: #cc8b01; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Vinícius Calderoni</a>, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UwVXExjtdkE" style="color: #cc8b01; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Vanessa da Mata</a>, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r2sRdNLZx_g" style="color: #cc8b01; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Thalma de Freitas</a>, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pz34FGMCkWk" style="color: #cc8b01; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Otto</a>, <a href="http://www.amusicoteca.com.br/?p=2590" style="color: #cc8b01; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Novos Bossais</a>… Isso para citar alguns (e sendo bem injusto, porque falta um <a href="http://www.amusicoteca.com.br/?page_id=2" style="color: #cc8b01; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">bocado de gente aí</a>).</div></div><div id="_mcePaste" style="color: #9e9b9b; font-family: 'Century Gothic', Helvetica, 'Myriad Pro', Helvetica, 'Lucida Sans', Lucida, 'Century Gothic', Calibri, 'Lucida Sans', Lucida, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">A música brasileira anda muito bem obrigado, senhores conservadores que não abrem seus ouvidos para o novo. E sabe qual a melhor parte? É música nova. É música mistura: juntaram a tal MPB (o coletivo de música brasileira que só serve para a gente rotular o que é irrotulável), o pop, o brega, a bossa nova, as influências internacionais (graças a algum deus, cada vez mais música latina). Essa gente bronzeada está mostrando o seu valor. Esquentamos nossos pandeiros, colocamos a viola sertaneja, a letra brega (que aliás, agora é tendência: o brega é o novo pretinho básico), e principalmente, criatividade. Que delícia! Não?</div></div><div id="_mcePaste" style="color: #9e9b9b; font-family: 'Century Gothic', Helvetica, 'Myriad Pro', Helvetica, 'Lucida Sans', Lucida, 'Century Gothic', Calibri, 'Lucida Sans', Lucida, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">Resolvi, então, ir conversar com alguns mestres da música brasileira para saber o que eles achavam de tudo isso. O Roberto Carlos soltou, logo de primeira: “não adianta nem tentar me esquecer.” Detalhe: ele completou dizendo que durante muito tempo em nossa vida ele var viver. E é verdade. Chico Buarque lembra que “foi Antônio Brasileiro [Tom Jobim] quem soprou essa toada.” O que foi Tom Jobim para a música brasileira? Ainda não consegui entender, é preciso muita sinapse. Por falar em bossa nova, o Vinícius de Moraes deixou claro que “o samba nasceu lá na Bahia e se hoje ele é branco na poesia, ele é negro de mais de coração.” O samba, atualmente (graças a algum deus, não sei se é o mesmo) é feito em todos os lugares e por todas as cores. “Saravá.” Aliás, o Eduardo Gudin retruca e afirma que “se o samba vem do Rio [de Janeiro] e da Bahia, o samba também vem, São Paulo sempre tem.” Que delícia tudo isso! É de música que vivemos, não é?</div></div><div id="_mcePaste" style="color: #9e9b9b; font-family: 'Century Gothic', Helvetica, 'Myriad Pro', Helvetica, 'Lucida Sans', Lucida, 'Century Gothic', Calibri, 'Lucida Sans', Lucida, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">Por falar nisso, o que é a música senão o verdadeiro ritmo em que nossos corações batem? Não me lembro, sinceramente, a primeira vez que escutei uma canção (triste isso, eu iria chorar de emoção toda vez que lembrasse). Aqui em casa, ouve-se música o tempo todo (graças a algum desses deuses aí). Lembro por exemplo, a primeira vez que resolvi ouvir Chico Buarque, de verdade. Peguei o CD dele com a Maria Bethânia, aos 14 anos, e fui para o quarto ouvir. Lembro, aos nove anos, por exemplo, de me fechar em meu quarto e ouvir Tom Jobim sem parar. Foi ali na gaveta cheia de CDs, que fui descobrindo a música.</div></div><div id="_mcePaste"><div style="color: #9e9b9b; font-family: 'Century Gothic', Helvetica, 'Myriad Pro', Helvetica, 'Lucida Sans', Lucida, 'Century Gothic', Calibri, 'Lucida Sans', Lucida, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">Música se descobre assim: primeiro se deve ouvir; depois conversar com os sentimentos “o que isso me causou? O que isso me lembra? O que essa música faz comigo?”. Pronto. Fazemos isso, na maior das vezes, inconscientemente. Quando percebemos, a música já está no repetir. Que delícia! Ainda bem que existe a música. E o melhor: ainda bem que existe gente nova, fazendo música nova.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9e9b9b; font-family: 'Century Gothic', Helvetica, 'Myriad Pro', Helvetica, 'Lucida Sans', Lucida, 'Century Gothic', Calibri, 'Lucida Sans', Lucida, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;">http://www.amusicoteca.com.br/</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9e9b9b; font-family: 'Century Gothic', Helvetica, 'Myriad Pro', Helvetica, 'Lucida Sans', Lucida, 'Century Gothic', Calibri, 'Lucida Sans', Lucida, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"><br />
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</div></div>Laíshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08617066739781834138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900466331333710231.post-697008346995563302011-02-04T12:55:00.002-02:002011-02-04T13:00:19.473-02:00não me importa o dia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1J3eRO3SeKE792e8P0aorLOBnncPKPQMwFFRICdnHBt7Oi3K8kX6oi0ApyNH251NqRir7bT5baq3LlNqYHFOw1TjAKiembC9rdQL2V6-BqxzGjRhUQySKwcA1KA3R31IOyrS2-96M3CY/s1600/efemero.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1J3eRO3SeKE792e8P0aorLOBnncPKPQMwFFRICdnHBt7Oi3K8kX6oi0ApyNH251NqRir7bT5baq3LlNqYHFOw1TjAKiembC9rdQL2V6-BqxzGjRhUQySKwcA1KA3R31IOyrS2-96M3CY/s320/efemero.jpg" width="230" /></a></div><div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><b>não me importa o dia. pode ser qualquer dia. mas desde que seja hoje. e agora. e sem muitos modos. modos me lembram medos. e eu já durmo de luz apagada. não me importo em sujar as mãos. nem quero guardanapos. prefiro um naco da sua vida. e qualquer coisa que me complete. mas que não seja pleno. nem plano. gosto do irregular. e de não regular os momentos. quero a completude de um dia. e depois, me sentir só. procurar abrigo. sentir meu umbigo vazio. e desejar o gosto da procura. o norte do paladar. até que a morte, mais uma vez, nos separe.</b></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><b><br />
(mário liz)</b></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">obs: a sensação de entrar no blog do Marinho é sentar debaixo de uma árvore em um dia bem fresquinho pra ler aqueles livros que a gente não quer parar.</span></span></span>Laíshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08617066739781834138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900466331333710231.post-19203535484971675962011-01-27T17:28:00.001-02:002011-01-27T17:28:17.436-02:00nova estação<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">elis regina</span></div>Laíshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08617066739781834138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900466331333710231.post-46382695599061633862011-01-25T17:04:00.006-02:002011-01-25T17:43:28.709-02:00Arte sem lei<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizTq6F1FNApp-LlUnix0RWwI9EsEXTJWMQO2UJE9d-odlKPCCbKvH1MqUSRKydErL5frsDmYbNZNEBiAQ_KoBaWoqGp6CcLdCnEENrNiX1w7odjOCN11Y0snHk2qdxrWofYkxJOCprCwo/s1600/leminski.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizTq6F1FNApp-LlUnix0RWwI9EsEXTJWMQO2UJE9d-odlKPCCbKvH1MqUSRKydErL5frsDmYbNZNEBiAQ_KoBaWoqGp6CcLdCnEENrNiX1w7odjOCN11Y0snHk2qdxrWofYkxJOCprCwo/s1600/leminski.jpg" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #5e6885; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #232532; font-size: 10.8333px;"></span></b></span></span><br />
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</span></b></span></span></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #5e6885;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #5e6885;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #232532; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Erra uma vez, Paulo Leminski</span></b></span></span></b></span><br />
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</span></b></span></span></b></span></div><div style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #5e6885;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #5e6885;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #232532; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span></b></span></span></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #5e6885; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">nunca cometo o mesmo erro</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">duas vezes</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> já cometo duas três</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">quatro cinco seis</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> até esse erro aprender</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">que só o erro tem vez</span></b></span><br />
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</span></span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #5e6885; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #232532;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; font-weight: normal;">Obs: Na vida costumamos ter referências, taí um bom lugar pra se achar boas:</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> <a href="http://www.artesemlei.blogspot.com/">www.artesemlei.blogspot.com</a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">. Você acha coisas legais como esse bigodudo aí de cima, rs.</span></span></span></b></span></span></div>Laíshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08617066739781834138noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900466331333710231.post-39385410633380127532011-01-24T13:11:00.001-02:002011-01-24T13:11:45.297-02:00Bem leve<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/udHofgHt9Ik?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10.8333px; line-height: 16px;">Bem leve leve, releve,<br />
Quem pouse a pele em cima de madeira<br />
Beira beira, quem dera, mera mera, cadeira</span></div>Laíshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08617066739781834138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900466331333710231.post-16235939769143591262011-01-07T08:10:00.001-02:002011-01-07T08:17:05.381-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKqMU2rxzSwgOKWecCWYQ0acK7yoULSyg8RPJDnVT9xd2uIFZycq11azWCu_LovxZkcZTYbrDvILIdCe4bjMoGjSgxxUgB4fY6f9THpwUgrNnDq_t_x4ASxlYLnB9WM2BZCYtrr1iheRg/s1600/nuvem_by_nikid.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKqMU2rxzSwgOKWecCWYQ0acK7yoULSyg8RPJDnVT9xd2uIFZycq11azWCu_LovxZkcZTYbrDvILIdCe4bjMoGjSgxxUgB4fY6f9THpwUgrNnDq_t_x4ASxlYLnB9WM2BZCYtrr1iheRg/s320/nuvem_by_nikid.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</span></center><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">"</span>Nomear é possuir, controlar. Pela atribuição do nome, aquilo que antes parecia vagar desprendido de qualquer função e comprometido apenas com uma potência de sentido incerto é trazido para junto de uma ordem, de um poder – de uma violência.Nomeamos a “nuvem”, por exemplo, e assim nos confortamos com o pretenso controle que exercemos sobre essa coisa informe, que logo muda e às vezes some, como as coisas que estão continuamente em trânsito: aquilo lá no céu, vejam, é uma nuvem, certamente, e o mundo parece encontrar alguma paz em meio ao acaso."</span></center><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></center><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Artur de Vargas Giorgi</span></center>Laíshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08617066739781834138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900466331333710231.post-56444053223309889792011-01-04T09:03:00.003-02:002011-01-07T08:16:47.936-02:00Amelie<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3lzRY0DhL5PZOQxhmfxdY5Tzfl3EUq0cx5QSkBSHP1JzzHe3Jh5FCrmtgmywk5bgl6MUsw84SqKatS_yoHuuvIfSQIvmSltd2qDmSGHPePDQQyCc9h0wXrpWG-1NfquzueGVqj3HfR1I/s1600/impressao_digital__by_CatarinaCardoso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3lzRY0DhL5PZOQxhmfxdY5Tzfl3EUq0cx5QSkBSHP1JzzHe3Jh5FCrmtgmywk5bgl6MUsw84SqKatS_yoHuuvIfSQIvmSltd2qDmSGHPePDQQyCc9h0wXrpWG-1NfquzueGVqj3HfR1I/s320/impressao_digital__by_CatarinaCardoso.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"E ninguém é eu, e ninguém é você. Esta é a solidão." (Clarice Lispector)</span></div>Laíshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08617066739781834138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900466331333710231.post-76860625144257115582011-01-03T12:06:00.006-02:002011-01-07T08:16:31.331-02:00obrigada<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidIb-eboCvAgy0z8HFD0tbH0L0IYP7rAeMMEzjIhKlw5tKRklHS5nw5xvGZkrQbOnBtS_HOG9QXwD9k49VVZC1ieE2Em23Fd2a_ZHYWANkF1U0ADajbCYNgMhokWE8A7ta20vU-fC0eIQ/s1600/73ca9021a528c951b20fd3b3cec439c0-d36awvk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidIb-eboCvAgy0z8HFD0tbH0L0IYP7rAeMMEzjIhKlw5tKRklHS5nw5xvGZkrQbOnBtS_HOG9QXwD9k49VVZC1ieE2Em23Fd2a_ZHYWANkF1U0ADajbCYNgMhokWE8A7ta20vU-fC0eIQ/s320/73ca9021a528c951b20fd3b3cec439c0-d36awvk.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>obrigada. agradecida. grata.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">{sentimento calmo, que acalenta o coração diante de ações realizadas por alguém para o nosso bem}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>obrigada</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Deus, por fingir existir caso não exista. pois sou fraca pra aguentar a vida sozinha.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>agradecida</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">por mil e quinhentos e vinte e um tropeços com minhas pernas ainda firmes no chão.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>grata</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">pela morte oferecida em vida. quanto mais morro mais vivo.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>muito obrigada</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">por muitos sentimentos medíocres que há em mim e mesmo assim me achar dentro do grupo das pessoas que são felizes.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>obrigada</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">por comer, beber, dormir, trabalhar e poder gastar pelo menos 15 minutos com algum livro de romance ou com um poema sutil </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>agradecida</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">por enxergar tanta desgraça, futilidades, injustiças e ainda sim acreditar que ainda dá algum pé.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>grata</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">por não saber toda a sabedoria do mundo.seria uma pessoa muito chata.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>obrigada</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">por achar graça em coisa pouca.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>muitíssima agradecida</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">porque ingratidão é coisa sem jeito. é peste da alma.é jiló mal passado.é pobreza.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">é estado de insatisfação constante.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>agradecida.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Laís</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">obs: Feliz 2011!!! =D</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br />
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</span></div>Laíshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08617066739781834138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900466331333710231.post-56480329182008495612010-11-23T17:34:00.002-02:002010-11-23T17:50:53.621-02:00Espero<div><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Espero o dia</span></em><br />
<em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> <br />
Ou não,<br />
<br />
</span></em><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Faço melhor<br />
<br />
Não espero mais...<br />
<br />
Para ver o nascer do sol de amanhã<br />
<br />
Se eu tenho o Pôr de hoje<br />
<br />
Cansei de vestir a armadura <br />
<br />
Ver somente o mesmo inimigo<br />
<br />
Nenhum...<br />
<br />
Gritarei aos ecos<br />
<br />
e eles<br />
<br />
Ecoerão<br />
<br />
Melhor correr<br />
<br />
Sem panos pelos pastos<br />
<br />
E me entregar ao tudo de mim!</span></em></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><em></em> </span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><em></em> </span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<div><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Laís de Andrade*</span></em><br />
<em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></em><br />
<em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">obs: arrumando o blog, voltando aos poucos. Achei esse poema que estava aqui no blog em forma de rascunho. Fica o exemplo de o meu de ontem para o hoje de mim ;)</span></em></div>Laíshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08617066739781834138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900466331333710231.post-62405704743564323422010-04-12T16:49:00.018-03:002010-11-23T17:51:28.284-02:00Ego da água<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">No reflexo da alma</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Na água viva</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Via-se apenas vultos </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Reflexo de fragmentos da realidade</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Distorcida de seu próprio espelho</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Ali conjugava o seu verbo</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Tirava fotos de um único ângulo</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Desenhava os mesmo traços</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Ouvia o mesmo disco arranhado</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Até que um dia esse espelho abriu a boca e a engoliu </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Restou o seu próprio verbo a conjulgar-se</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Fotos de seu próprio ângulo</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Desenhar o seu próprio modelo</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Ouvir sua própria música</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Nessa distorção </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Confundiu braços com pernas</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Várias faces de um mesmo ser. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Afogou alguns com sua própria água,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">libertou outros que ali se afogavam </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">e deu a luz a uma pequena menina</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Na água do parto,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">partiu,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">afogou e morreu. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Então sentiu o pulsar da vida e se viu na menina que acabara de dar a luz</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Seu choro ecoava entre os cantos do mundo</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Da lágrima que caiu dos olhos da menina</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">No canto do seu nascer</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Foi libertada</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">E vomitada da boca de seu espelho.</span></div><br />
<br />
</div>Laíshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08617066739781834138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900466331333710231.post-12887927122444668812010-03-31T12:08:00.010-03:002010-11-18T17:56:39.197-02:00Perdidamente<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC5sfHelZYE63FKE92d9zh35EQvRGUSwvWj-vmanYpl3qgE6fzghrJIBB3YHs4XO2mpmrBhW-smkPDnXLkdfJuzx_ckLBrQs6-SlBCxkacXhB1ExlEhPk1BuhN1qCNu64oeyzA5zCxn28/s1600/Dance_by_anisprodigy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454819721544266066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC5sfHelZYE63FKE92d9zh35EQvRGUSwvWj-vmanYpl3qgE6fzghrJIBB3YHs4XO2mpmrBhW-smkPDnXLkdfJuzx_ckLBrQs6-SlBCxkacXhB1ExlEhPk1BuhN1qCNu64oeyzA5zCxn28/s320/Dance_by_anisprodigy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />
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<div></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ela perdidamente</span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Perdia a mente </span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dançava sem os pés no chão</span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dança a ciranda de uma música </span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Que não soa mais</span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Como estrela que morre e ainda brilha </span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ela ainda insisti em ver seu brilho morto </span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sombras a iluminam </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br />
</div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Iluminada estava</span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dançando sem par</span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dançou e cantou </span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">No trago de um cigarro</span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Nas Nuvens de fumaça</span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Perdida</span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Seu palco era Sua Mente </span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Suavemente</span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Suava e soava </span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">OS PASSOS cortantes </span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">De um compasso sem contratempos</span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hipnóticos e vislumbrados</span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tocam sempre a mesma música</span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Oca</span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Pra ela alçar a voz da sua mente</span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Nesse ir e voltar </span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Como Dois pra lá</span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">E dois pra cá</span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Plaina </span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Plena Mente </span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Plena</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Que um dia, o brilho morreu </span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A fumaça perdeu sua luz</span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">E cantou com sua voz própria </span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">na música de Seus Passos.</span></div>Laíshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08617066739781834138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900466331333710231.post-24264582309144303152010-03-29T12:14:00.008-03:002010-11-18T17:56:19.556-02:00Salvador<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1d8L-uXMuxis2bv_qMzRSdIXCTCvZ1mnV625hr89qzSAJmI9VgPIYy7cm3hSfhOopRl5M11HfQFEdGBqs9PwD7rV1SLuYKYIv47WEcZ7Gjz3_-7jXfvoP_kE17iN_klrjA5AxO7cGdDM/s1600/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454075096273107410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1d8L-uXMuxis2bv_qMzRSdIXCTCvZ1mnV625hr89qzSAJmI9VgPIYy7cm3hSfhOopRl5M11HfQFEdGBqs9PwD7rV1SLuYKYIv47WEcZ7Gjz3_-7jXfvoP_kE17iN_klrjA5AxO7cGdDM/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Crianças Geopoliticas Assistindo ao Nascimento do Novo Homem </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Salvador Dalí -1943</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Um passado passado </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Um presente já presenteado </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Um futuro morto </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Quem viveu, já viveu</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Quem lutou, já lutou </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">O presente deles </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Era o nosso futuro</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">O presente nosso </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">É o futuro deles</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">O presente deles é a vontade de voltar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ao passado onde vivia-se presente</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Referências...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hoje antepassados velhos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Heróis mortos imortais </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Choram sua morte eternamente fiéis</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sem a esperança da reencarnação dos reis</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Os mesmos Hércules para </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">4,5,6 gerações</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A memória é forçada </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">E vai se perdendo e ganhando durante </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">os séculos </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Salvem os reis </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">E inventem a máquina do tempo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Voltem ao passado e vivam como se fosse o presente </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">O futuro não existirá </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Será utopia para tolos </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Com a máquina do tempo </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tudo se recolverá </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">E o homem tornará </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>IMORTAL </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sem necessidades de </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>DESCENDENTES</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A vida será constante </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sem medos de futuros desoláveis </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Seremos todos vermelhos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">No partido, na cor, no sangue e na religião</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">União será a palavra e o amor reinará</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Os Deuses e o homens imortais em um só reino sem DOR, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">todos no Olimpo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Όλυμπος</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Pois o futuro que é o presente será a ferida retirada </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">do coração do homem</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Através da divina invenção da vota </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ao tempo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">O homem do futuro vive a utopia do passado</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">O homem do presente dorme no leito dos antepassado </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sem construir camas para o sono de seus futuros </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Eis o baú, eis a arca</strong> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Eis a glória de um pensamento coletivo </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Inerço no tempo </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Salve a pátria </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">e reencarne rei!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Salve um povo sem líderes </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Serás nosso rei</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Do passado, do presente </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">e do futuro tão esperado:</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">_<strong> A volta do rei ao futuro.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Salve o rei e não o coloque mais em uma cruz.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Salve os reis mortos de um choro de lamento </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">de corpos já mumificados</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Passe a glória </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">deixem legados, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Guarde o sono</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><strong>de suas crianças.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Salvem Dalí</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div>Laíshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08617066739781834138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900466331333710231.post-67670785712798943822010-03-26T13:08:00.004-03:002010-11-18T17:56:01.407-02:00Mary in Pedralva<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiji4tFRwJZMXZrW92ew4g3c2deo3Jso6Rz9aKoHVL46KCoZoTFVcTMqRNuVMEFpR347K7404BNUOruDgxJbxfHXxsYpDdfNd-E3x3wViaKyi3NP3lzyBo58nXDfT5G3h_N7iJ90dg9uYU/s1600/OgAAAETshUCWebrkKcmIRBxQRwqDZonNOsL9GjQQ5W5YUBVWAtlT0WbA-b-QRD6U-RCOE7EsAKAPxbunoi7K57nV9GkAm1T1UOtK-Ynxc9eCyPnopaNoVdO7B4j4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" 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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Fotos que tirei da Lá em dezembro</span>.<br />
</div>Laíshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08617066739781834138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900466331333710231.post-80621063908229296012010-03-16T13:14:00.002-03:002010-11-18T17:55:43.841-02:0022 anos!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrRbqzr3czFf_DsvuocvZLAPN-ANgED1PqVvjpPP4SwC4ldpLjsn1TGae7e7VHxh19Kqp22_bbwx_ZdMzSEt1YJfongQqaEwql_647hl6FrLBAhGjc_z5mdBSITxZQiTC1LH3pkxOSjwM/s1600-h/dois+patinhos.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrRbqzr3czFf_DsvuocvZLAPN-ANgED1PqVvjpPP4SwC4ldpLjsn1TGae7e7VHxh19Kqp22_bbwx_ZdMzSEt1YJfongQqaEwql_647hl6FrLBAhGjc_z5mdBSITxZQiTC1LH3pkxOSjwM/s320/dois+patinhos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449266240743708594" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Parabéns for me!</span><br />
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22 anos de exixtência terrena!</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vomito o mundo</span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">que em mim era indisgesto</span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">antes que ele próprio me en Gula</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">A mesma lâmina que é ferido</span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Se fere aos outros</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Qual sangrará menos?</span><br />
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Laís<br />
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