tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298143052011-08-14T14:45:11.876+01:00lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.comBlogger231100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814305.post-68331291526974381412010-04-18T20:01:00.000+01:002010-04-18T20:01:49.401+01:00<object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/gvJd5BV1upo/hqdefault.jpg)" height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gvJd5BV1upo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gvJd5BV1upo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814305-6833129152697438141?l=in-digo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814305.post-16029997213152139512007-07-05T15:31:00.000+01:002007-07-05T15:36:49.125+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/Ro0BAN2wm-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/bS0JH24kNsE/s1600-h/angelica.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083720657602124770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/Ro0BAN2wm-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/bS0JH24kNsE/s400/angelica.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;">Foto:(Angelica)</span></div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><div align="center"><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote>de ti somente um nome sei, Amor,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;">É pouco,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;">é muito pouco e é bastante</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;">Para que esta paixão</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;">doida e constante</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;">Dia após dia cresça com vigor!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">(Florbela Espanca)</span><br /></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814305-1602999721315213951?l=in-digo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814305.post-52671484037928872007-06-04T15:00:00.000+01:002007-06-04T15:14:12.618+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/RmQdzgAs4cI/AAAAAAAAACg/SMii6f9tUI4/s1600-h/beijonocolo[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072211850929430978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zKn8CFDT4Y/RmQdzgAs4cI/AAAAAAAAACg/SMii6f9tUI4/s400/beijonocolo%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"><br /><div></div></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;">Foto:(Autor desconhecido)</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color:#000099;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></span></blockquote>...Desejo estar em ti para ser eu</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;">porque só me distingo na minha negação,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;">mas tu também te vês e reconheces</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;">no que é contrário à tua condição</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color:#000099;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></span></blockquote>E assim ambos nos perdemos um no outro</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;">para nos encontrarmos onde nunca estamos,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;">porque é aí que o desejo vibra</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;">na dinâmica envolvente da contradição.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000099;"></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></span></blockquote>(Manuel Madeira)</span></strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814305-5267148403792887?l=in-digo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814305.post-1170170149211902132007-01-30T15:09:00.000Z2007-07-05T15:45:51.584+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8068/3185/1600/723927/Antonella%20Affronti%20-%20abbraccio[1].jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8068/3185/400/227771/Antonella%2520Affronti%2520-%2520abbraccio%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;">Foto:(Antonella Affronti)</span><br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"><strong>Partir...Ficar...</strong></span><br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Partir,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">eco de uma onda louca,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">galgando o paredão da saudade.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Ficar,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">sabor amargo do vazio</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">suavizado</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">p'la doce recordação de um abraço.</span><br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"><strong>(Rita Cartaxo)</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814305-117017014921190213?l=in-digo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814305.post-1167843514695089042007-01-03T16:51:00.000Z2007-01-03T17:00:23.126Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8068/3185/1600/456274/fragil[1].jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8068/3185/400/571936/fragil%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;">Foto:(Autor desconhecido)</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;">O meu</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">raio de luar</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">em camas orvalhadas</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">diamante puro das gotas</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">em noites de lua cheia</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">pelo sol quando nova</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">enamorou-se por uma</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">gota de orvalho</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">a tua</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"><strong><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span></blockquote><span style="color:#000099;">(daniel sant'iago)</span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814305-116784351469508904?l=in-digo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814305.post-1164643329962682812006-11-27T15:53:00.000Z2006-11-27T16:07:16.766Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8068/3185/1600/336550/Edenpics-com_003-005-Sunset-on-a-pond-with-reflection-of-the-trees-in-the-water-Switzerland-St[1].jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8068/3185/400/26629/Edenpics-com_003-005-Sunset-on-a-pond-with-reflection-of-the-trees-in-the-water-Switzerland-St%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8068/3185/1600/519858/Edenpics-com_003-005-Sunset-on-a-pond-with-reflection-of-the-trees-in-the-water-Switzerland-St[1].jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;">Foto:(Autor desconhecido)</span><br /><blockquote></blockquote><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Pôr-Do-Sol</span><br /></span></strong><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Quero ver o pôr-do-sol contigo ao meu lado</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Sentados nas dunas ainda quentes do dia</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Pés descalços sujos de areia húmida</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Raios de ouro e sangue que tocam o mar</span><br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Deixando as gotas de cristal a brilharem</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Por trás do azul do mar cintilante</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Te escondes vagarosamente</span><br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Como nos nossos olhos iluminados</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Onde brilham as paixões das estrelas</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Como se escondem as nossas bocas</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Tapadas uma pela outra</span><br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"><strong>(Eva Cristina Martins)</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814305-116464332996268281?l=in-digo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814305.post-1162488149732630312006-11-02T17:14:00.000Z2006-11-02T17:22:29.743Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8068/3185/1600/bruno%20souto.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8068/3185/400/bruno%20souto.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;">Foto:(Bruno Souto)</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"><strong><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span></blockquote><span style="color:#000099;">Praia-Mar</span></strong></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">uma a uma</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">fui tecendo as linhas do teu corpo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">semi-nudez reclinada.</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">uma a uma</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">desenhei no espaço os traços do teu rosto</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">boca estremecida.</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">mas foste tu</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">quem fez do meu trote ágil</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">uma sinfonia com que a noite coroou</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">a estrela mais longínqua.</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">de uma para outra</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">o perfume de uma para uma</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">no cálice sôfrego da maresia.</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"><strong>(Fátima Murta)</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814305-116248814973263031?l=in-digo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814305.post-1157973693963218732006-09-11T12:13:00.000+01:002006-09-11T12:21:33.976+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8068/3185/1600/maos[1].jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8068/3185/400/maos%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;">Foto:(Autor desconhecido)</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"><strong><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span></blockquote><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span></blockquote><span style="color:#000099;">Escrita do Poema</span></strong></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">A mão traça no branco das paredes</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">A negrura das letras</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Há um silêncio grave</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">A mesa brilha docemente o seu polido</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">De certa forma</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Fico alheia</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"><strong>(Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen)</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814305-115797369396321873?l=in-digo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814305.post-1157124850834636102006-09-01T16:21:00.000+01:002006-09-01T16:34:10.853+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8068/3185/1600/mulher-praia[1].jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8068/3185/400/mulher-praia%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;">Foto:(autor desconhecido)</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#000099;">Volúpia</span></strong><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">No divino impudor da mocidade,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Nesse êxtase pagão que vence a sorte,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Num frémito vibrante de ansiedade,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Dou-te o meu corpo prometido à morte!</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">A sombra entre a mentira e a verdade...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">A nuvem que arrastou o vento norte...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Meu corpo!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Trago nele um vinho forte:</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Meus beijos de volúpia e de maldade!</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Trago dálias vermelhas no regaço...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">São os dedos do sol quando te abraço,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Cravados no teu peito como lanças!</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">E do meu corpo os leves arabescos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Vão-te envolvendo em círcuos dantescos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Felinamente, em voluptuosas danças...</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"><strong>(Florbela Espanca)</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814305-115712485083463610?l=in-digo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814305.post-1155123376404399192006-08-09T12:28:00.000+01:002006-08-09T12:36:16.416+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8068/3185/1600/labios[1].1.gif"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" height="176" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8068/3185/400/labios%5B1%5D.1.gif" width="240" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;">Foto:(Autor desconhecido)</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Suprema força que me atrai</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">para o que temo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">e o meu temor me excita mais</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">e mais...e mais...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Suprema calma que te encarna</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">e não me acalma</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">e a tua mansa, mansa fala</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">já calou...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Supremo canto dos teus lábios</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">talvez escárnio</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">de mim mesma...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">talvez a vida</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">louca vida</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">me roubou...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Suprema luz que me fascina...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">supremo enlevo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">que me toca</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">e dia-a-dia</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">dia-a-dia</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">me assassina...</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"><strong>(Isabel Machado)</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814305-115512337640439919?l=in-digo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814305.post-1154602635740590092006-08-03T11:48:00.000+01:002006-08-03T11:57:15.746+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8068/3185/1600/foto%20intermitente.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px" height="228" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8068/3185/400/foto%20intermitente.jpg" width="226" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;">Foto:(Autor desconhecido)</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Li os poemas</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">que me deste,</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">E ao lê-los</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">sofri, como sofreste</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">ao escrevê-los.</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Senti o sabor a sal</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">do teu sofrer,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">o riso da tua boca</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">ao entardecer,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">e o sonho</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">da noite que viria</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">para te conhecer.</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Chorei, porque tu choravas,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">rezei, porque tu rezavas...</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Quis beijar-te.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Mas então,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">tua boca não achei...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Só assim, para te amar</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">meu amor,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">não te encontrei</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"><strong>(Maria Ramos)</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814305-115460263574059009?l=in-digo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814305.post-1154008593069452422006-07-27T14:42:00.000+01:002006-07-27T14:56:33.123+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8068/3185/1600/sonhos-proibidos41[1].jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8068/3185/400/sonhos-proibidos41%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;">Foto:(Autor desconhecido)</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Num sonho inventado</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Da escuridão se faz luz</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Do desejo, realidade</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Sem barreiras nem tabus,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Mas num sonho inventado</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Ultrapassa-se a imaginação</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Dirijo a minha própria vida</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Tenho o comando na mão,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Tudo ganha forma e sentido</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Não há vítima nem culpado</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Salta o desejo reprimido</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">num sonho inventado.</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"><strong>(Sofia Muller)</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814305-115400859306945242?l=in-digo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814305.post-1153482127422492042006-07-21T12:34:00.000+01:002006-07-21T12:42:07.433+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8068/3185/1600/Explicacao%20da%20chuva[1].jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8068/3185/400/Explicacao%20da%20chuva%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;">Foto:(Autor desconhecido)</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Cai chuva fina,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Chuva que escurece meus dias.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Límpida. Suave menina!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Cai chuva fria.</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Toca meu corpo, acaricia</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Me faz sonhar, me cega</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Água que corre sombria</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Protege-me do real...e nega.</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">A que vens? O que anuncias?</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Gota a gota me falas</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Sonhos ou fantasias?</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Se forem boas e novas prossiga,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Molha todo meu ser, me acalma</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Afaga-me chuva amiga, fala à minh'alma!</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"><strong>(Israel de Freitas)</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814305-115348212742249204?l=in-digo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814305.post-1153137816802101572006-07-17T12:52:00.000+01:002006-07-17T13:03:36.813+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/1600/angelsarereal2corpo%20de%20mulher[1].jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/1128/400/angelsarereal2corpo%20de%20mulher%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;">Foto:(Autor desconhecido)</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"><strong>MAIS FETICHE</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Senhora</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">que quiseste experimentar</span></p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">sexo anal</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">extra matrimunial</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">agradeço</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">desejo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">que estais agora</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">por dentro e por fora</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">apta a fazê-lo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">a toda a hora</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">abraçando doravante</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">os laços matrimuniais</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"><strong><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span></blockquote><span style="color:#000099;">(Visconde de Valmont)</span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814305-115313781680210157?l=in-digo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814305.post-1152613109625845182006-07-11T11:11:00.000+01:002006-07-11T11:18:29.633+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8068/3185/1600/21.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8068/3185/400/21.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;">Foto:(Mirek Kolcava)</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"><strong>Outro Fetiche</strong></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Aqueces-me</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">naturalmente</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">com o fulgor distraído</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">devastador</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">e apelativo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">de uma simpatia</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">incontornável</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">as brisas</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">que te sustentam</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">cheiram a calor </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">sabem a sexo oral</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">tentemos então potenciar</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">essa tua indizível</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">subtileza</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">requintada</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"><strong>(Visconde de Valmont)</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814305-115261310962584518?l=in-digo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814305.post-1152183752680826802006-07-06T11:34:00.000+01:002006-07-06T12:02:32.690+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8068/3185/1600/catarina%20cruz[1].jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8068/3185/400/catarina%20cruz%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;">Foto:(Catarina Cruz)</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">FETICHE</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;">resvalo</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">de desejo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">da imaculada perfeição</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">dos teus pés</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote>difícil</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">manter o equilíbrio</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">feito</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">de fácil</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">e erecto entusiasmo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote>já és</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">harmonia e ideal</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote>solicitarei a tua</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">contribuição activa</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">num novo dia</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>(Visconde de Valmont)</strong></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814305-115218375268082680?l=in-digo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814305.post-1151938453494534812006-07-03T15:40:00.000+01:002006-07-03T15:54:13.516+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8068/3185/1600/sem%20t??tulo.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" height="215" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8068/3185/400/sem%20t%3F%3Ftulo.jpg" width="207" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;">Foto:(autor desconhecido)</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Somos cegos,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Porque não sabemos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Se as almas existem ou não.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Somos cegos,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Porque não vemos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Nem escutamos o coração.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Somos cegos,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Porque não sabemos acreditar.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Somos cegos,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Porque não sabemos...amar.</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"><strong>(Silvia Rodrigues)</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814305-115193845349453481?l=in-digo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814305.post-1151590695712644002006-06-29T15:12:00.000+01:002006-06-29T15:23:27.640+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8068/3185/1600/amorss[1].jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8068/3185/400/amorss%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;">Foto:(Autor desconhecido) </span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">EU SEI</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">que há um lugar por descobrir</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">um lugar tenebroso e cantante</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">como uma ponte de velhos manequins</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">aí</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">o teu corpo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">dois seios despedaçados</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">e o vento só o vento</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">soprado através dos teus cabelos</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"><strong>(Mário Henrique Leiria)</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814305-115159069571264400?l=in-digo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814305.post-1151493957355799422006-06-28T12:16:00.000+01:002006-06-28T12:25:57.366+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8068/3185/1600/lepetitjeanrenoir[1].jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8068/3185/400/lepetitjeanrenoir%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;">Foto:(Jean Renoi)</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">A noite empalidece. Alvorecer...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Ouve-se mais o gargalhar da fonte...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Sobre a cidade muda, o horizonte</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">É uma orquídea a florescer.</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Há andorinhas prontas a dizer</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">A missa de alva, mal o sol desponte.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Gritos de galos soam monte em monte</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">numa intensa alegria de viver.</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Passos ao longe... um vulto que se esvai...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Em cada sombra Colombina trai...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Anda o silêncio em volta a querer falar...</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">E o luar que desmaia, mecerado,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Lembra, pálido, tonto, esfarrapado,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Um pierrot, todo branco, a soluçar...</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"><strong>(Florbela Espanca)</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814305-115149395735579942?l=in-digo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814305.post-1151319312506848972006-06-26T11:49:00.000+01:002006-06-26T11:55:12.516+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8068/3185/1600/maria%20sao%20miguel.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8068/3185/400/maria%20sao%20miguel.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;">Foto:(Maria São Miguel)</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">A</span></strong> mão traça no branco das paredes</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">A negrura das letras</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Há um silêncio grave</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">A mesa brilha docemente o seu polido</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">De certa forma</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Fico alheia</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"><strong>(Sophia de Mello breyner Andresen)</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814305-115131931250684897?l=in-digo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814305.post-1150984151818059652006-06-22T14:42:00.000+01:002006-06-22T14:49:11.910+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8068/3185/1600/despida012[1].jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8068/3185/400/despida012%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;">Foto:(Autor desconhecido)</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Sou estranha</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">dentro do meu próprio espaço!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Como posso não estranhar-me</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">no teu?</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Sou vaga nuvem</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">em noite de tempestade!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">A ansiedade me crucifixa</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">mas a paixão não se liberta...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Tenho as asas abertas</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">para o mundo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">terrível mundo que eu enfrento</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">pelo buraco da fechadura!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Estranha é a coragem</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">aprisionada</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Estranho é quando estou</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">apaixonada</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Estranho-me tudo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Estranho-me nada...</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"><strong>(Isabel Machado)</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814305-115098415181805965?l=in-digo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814305.post-1150816647419799312006-06-20T14:57:00.000+01:002006-06-20T16:31:15.576+01:00<p align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8068/3185/1600/chuva[1].0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8068/3185/400/chuva%5B1%5D.0.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;">Foto: (Autor desconhecido)</span></div><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote>Se te pudesse</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">prender dentro da minha retina</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Como a luz que entra pela janela todos os dias</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Baila na minha pele e me faz acordar menina</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Vestida para a festa das tuas fantasias...</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Se te pudesse</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">imprimir no céu do meu quarto</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Te saborear devagarinho como chuva fininha</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Ah! como é bom te querer nesse sonho farto</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Que molha minha cama e minh' alma todinha</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">De perfume do teu amor sereno</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Orvalhando nas bordas do meu coração</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">O nardo do teu amor pleno</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Me transvazando de emoção</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Se te pudesse</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">atar nos meus braços</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Te envolver nos meus laços</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Se te pudesse</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">prender nos meus caminhos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Nos meus lençóis em desalinho</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Se te pudesse</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">roçar os lábios... a boca</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">E reter esse gosto de maçã verde</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Que me pôe desorientada e louca</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">E por mais que me beije</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">não me mata a sede</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Ah! Se pudesse</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">em ti amanhecer</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Se pudesse</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">em ti anoitecer</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Se pudesse</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">em ti adormecer</span></p><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></blockquote><p>Ah! Se pudesse em ti</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">ver a vida acontecer...</span><br /></p><strong><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000099;">(Angélica T. Almstadter)</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814305-115081664741979931?l=in-digo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814305.post-1150716509865330182006-06-19T12:28:00.000+01:002006-06-21T10:23:34.563+01:00<span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;">Quero ser azul!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;">azul-bébé, azul-turquesa</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;">azul-céu, azul-índigo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;">azul, azul...não importa qual...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;">O importante é ser azul.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;">Sendo azul, serei o Verão e a Primavera.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;">Sendo azul, </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;">chegarei à utopia da metafísica,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;">da magia, da alegria.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;">Caminharei para além,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;">brilhando, iluminando em cor azul.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;">Serei a verdade, um ser,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;">uma luz azul, transparente, translúcida.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;">A paixão, o amor infinito</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;">de uma só cor, azul!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;">Permanecerei no coração do mundo </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;">no espírito,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;">na alma de Deus</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;">que é decididamente azul.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"></span></blockquote><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;">(blue)</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814305-115071650986533018?l=in-digo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14962811567156719351noreply@blogger.com0