tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21350690844905486822024-03-05T23:18:03.675+00:00Trocadilho de PalavrasAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-48456582880954911572010-02-03T16:10:00.010+00:002010-03-09T17:51:16.147+00:00Imagens de Karen NolesAo encontrar estas imagens<br />fiz delas a minha poesia <br />que hoje apresento-vos...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpSITBtGtZhfHM_oYQI_AvEJygAzylYYNw6uk7MBibcfzg2YP1GCsgZ6gDJrc5b8iSE2qa3qvjwFDbkTwq9XuoYqdiE4-UqLGQscPbHcz32MJNWUQeoXkGzHqheWk4sDGIlX30TtorZ3Q/s1600-h/bb461c7a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpSITBtGtZhfHM_oYQI_AvEJygAzylYYNw6uk7MBibcfzg2YP1GCsgZ6gDJrc5b8iSE2qa3qvjwFDbkTwq9XuoYqdiE4-UqLGQscPbHcz32MJNWUQeoXkGzHqheWk4sDGIlX30TtorZ3Q/s400/bb461c7a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434051355312408050" /></a><br /><br />Não na forma de palavras<br />mas em imagens...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9suNQ0YOcUU0HcoIQ0tD2VRx5y-MYFlDPhQkYaAaWC3thIlcUkYtHcCDpk2PmlKU3n1NCUuC09kh7XPZEqOD65YMUgYrFWftF_gAEBwF8f3Tax_s1G-yjOZK-fnysJXZQVadKi8FdNgo/s1600-h/243538d5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9suNQ0YOcUU0HcoIQ0tD2VRx5y-MYFlDPhQkYaAaWC3thIlcUkYtHcCDpk2PmlKU3n1NCUuC09kh7XPZEqOD65YMUgYrFWftF_gAEBwF8f3Tax_s1G-yjOZK-fnysJXZQVadKi8FdNgo/s400/243538d5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434051221504794290" /></a><br /><br />Com lindos sorrisos...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1HGpuOjoUqS52CL1B5a1bGB1LAdtR3BfvWYHTBlhrnh63B2Q1uenEdRI6k2ZzPsnVBv8E1Cmb5A_bml2ywhg9ox4qC0G5Xn6YsnoNwJPeY-cUPIh94-mpqus1Swk106Q46XKN0u1AXTg/s1600-h/6a547622.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1HGpuOjoUqS52CL1B5a1bGB1LAdtR3BfvWYHTBlhrnh63B2Q1uenEdRI6k2ZzPsnVBv8E1Cmb5A_bml2ywhg9ox4qC0G5Xn6YsnoNwJPeY-cUPIh94-mpqus1Swk106Q46XKN0u1AXTg/s400/6a547622.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434051028717418146" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZtFAoVobdm6czfcJdjl8H-Lspu-pTXBJ04jB72hyphenhyphenWuI3o-xkionAG1FrLIT4B3S0dhkF5xx2L7DP3ppHShx89t4YV7DJL0Z9o7tj14fPjeIAIvGGxAN2QCcugWJaSefeWGewQZzgEh8g/s1600-h/7abb8269.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZtFAoVobdm6czfcJdjl8H-Lspu-pTXBJ04jB72hyphenhyphenWuI3o-xkionAG1FrLIT4B3S0dhkF5xx2L7DP3ppHShx89t4YV7DJL0Z9o7tj14fPjeIAIvGGxAN2QCcugWJaSefeWGewQZzgEh8g/s400/7abb8269.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434050868706099346" /></a><br /><br />Com o aconchego de mãe<br />na sua ternura e amor...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCtFMVyEJfUc5N7WsO1GoEOi3E4ks7Ir_Cod1rlaio9ukmmM04uVOB4AjcsWcXpn2Y3REdOgqOUjp2xnaB9KCvDTYnJxX6AyIYjexPJL86Dbwb3MmFhnmcKCgvNc7nnVXOVxe9ip7KEUw/s1600-h/3df5b16b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCtFMVyEJfUc5N7WsO1GoEOi3E4ks7Ir_Cod1rlaio9ukmmM04uVOB4AjcsWcXpn2Y3REdOgqOUjp2xnaB9KCvDTYnJxX6AyIYjexPJL86Dbwb3MmFhnmcKCgvNc7nnVXOVxe9ip7KEUw/s400/3df5b16b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434050726170079634" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1RTpzDEUw0CFwTxXnS9VWEXqnPQobriJV-EtnB-OVDyVdE8xAkRo0XKS61r2wZdVRrbDANIpZcWTHQJHqyVtHz54ZNbJzm0H6a8-U-DgK5-SwjysBt3vMkkymtzrKWD0dm1KtjUqXgj0/s1600-h/O+amor+enraiza-se+nas+ra%C3%A7as+com+a+liberdade+da+natureza.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1RTpzDEUw0CFwTxXnS9VWEXqnPQobriJV-EtnB-OVDyVdE8xAkRo0XKS61r2wZdVRrbDANIpZcWTHQJHqyVtHz54ZNbJzm0H6a8-U-DgK5-SwjysBt3vMkkymtzrKWD0dm1KtjUqXgj0/s400/O+amor+enraiza-se+nas+ra%C3%A7as+com+a+liberdade+da+natureza.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434051552192545138" /></a><br /><br />E a ausência do mundo<br />da adolescente apaixonada...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCU9l-7XcIGnGi0yCJHELHdL5MG_VSP1SV8WDSkU-AFN9u1pV2ArWQt32DCCjFkZTKbi1kl1UTGNhoiNUwsswpS3CiNIccJhFySvWr-RMefCtPv_RZDsF9HM8a_3ZiIv9MzmjEW_UaW7o/s1600-h/1d21bff4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCU9l-7XcIGnGi0yCJHELHdL5MG_VSP1SV8WDSkU-AFN9u1pV2ArWQt32DCCjFkZTKbi1kl1UTGNhoiNUwsswpS3CiNIccJhFySvWr-RMefCtPv_RZDsF9HM8a_3ZiIv9MzmjEW_UaW7o/s400/1d21bff4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434050486781065298" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-40875906382687029072009-10-30T23:34:00.007+00:002009-10-31T18:57:23.504+00:00Um Pensamento de Joan Baez!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT_HLA5YREYRBlNmLOiMxgfVOg38CXMVbdoOUB7MCN9m41c-t4jsALIvNuRWzdR3Wc0XTGx0h8vwPEuTO3qyqlhK8mo4lwZeujwILSxwSf9s8O23UEe5sumkOahQafNNz6L-Tp8UWkX7E/s1600-h/A+Rosa+Vermelha+800+x+800+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT_HLA5YREYRBlNmLOiMxgfVOg38CXMVbdoOUB7MCN9m41c-t4jsALIvNuRWzdR3Wc0XTGx0h8vwPEuTO3qyqlhK8mo4lwZeujwILSxwSf9s8O23UEe5sumkOahQafNNz6L-Tp8UWkX7E/s400/A+Rosa+Vermelha+800+x+800+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398840128020560210" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Não podemos escolher como vamos morrer. Ou quando. Podemos somente decidir como vamos viver. Joan Baez <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAZdMcNSDYkMS7qqGvgH-qC3tzIGp3uJP09ZsvIqgQJdHkknOgfnwqTPcpoR8SpvQPkB3wsVMKxIy7gMh12-6-yRhW8bgkf_f4C2GSMl2s_5Ozhtl13LKRiG7chfg-Iumwe2qx1jGYh88/s1600-h/Os+p%C3%A9s+do+amor+e+uma+rosa+vermelha+800x600.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAZdMcNSDYkMS7qqGvgH-qC3tzIGp3uJP09ZsvIqgQJdHkknOgfnwqTPcpoR8SpvQPkB3wsVMKxIy7gMh12-6-yRhW8bgkf_f4C2GSMl2s_5Ozhtl13LKRiG7chfg-Iumwe2qx1jGYh88/s400/Os+p%C3%A9s+do+amor+e+uma+rosa+vermelha+800x600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398836094463732130" /></a><br /><br />...................Imagens extraidas da InternetAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-53076172424292679552009-09-15T22:35:00.003+01:002009-09-15T22:40:10.409+01:00Um Poema de Thiago de Melo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEPguFUgicO4eONcm5Ww94liOXJfxON43gb2hHwoGIiqHbISJwNSoM8dX3ljLfPCHUdCMXppfZP4h8s_hb8BwBuBNua6pxYJ778leGv0GvBxe31nqS22GNPK6ExyNNDIzSv9tUEHRgVpg/s1600-h/flooo-2.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 368px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEPguFUgicO4eONcm5Ww94liOXJfxON43gb2hHwoGIiqHbISJwNSoM8dX3ljLfPCHUdCMXppfZP4h8s_hb8BwBuBNua6pxYJ778leGv0GvBxe31nqS22GNPK6ExyNNDIzSv9tUEHRgVpg/s400/flooo-2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381811452654013426" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />“Força é saber amar,<br />Perto e distante,<br />Como o encanto da rosa<br />Livre na haste,<br />Para que o amor ferido<br />Não se acabe<br />Na eternidade<br />De um instante.”<br /><br />(Thiago de Melo)<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-VEvMNCaAa3dM5NyzykLe4F6B2ndQRTyxe_VQwVOtcYvPdxp1KmhAua12VwFEYGntrCq859aLePIem9YlYSBCDdVAwT0fC6ZeusKgfRUaINr-t9aJMf8uDS-4mN8ejRIxcLwziUkUnfY/s1600-h/002p051EHm1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-VEvMNCaAa3dM5NyzykLe4F6B2ndQRTyxe_VQwVOtcYvPdxp1KmhAua12VwFEYGntrCq859aLePIem9YlYSBCDdVAwT0fC6ZeusKgfRUaINr-t9aJMf8uDS-4mN8ejRIxcLwziUkUnfY/s400/002p051EHm1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381811732649618018" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-1222217837454785712009-09-07T10:54:00.003+01:002009-09-07T11:53:43.464+01:00Óscar Wilde............................. site http funny dog blogspot com<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaYUtnrexcwzjq85KhXUsnOyZC7B6ccE1hvXInsvL91ZzoFcN7dMFbNu5KYwGCvghA_Np1gl4PrlET9ioJyb-mg6Z6G-dEz40kt6wyg8dFwFd_NkUCSWMF1GAMVW07E2fwiXo_RVFLuCQ/s1600-h/dog-fashion-2+-+site+http+funny+dog+blogspot+com.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 382px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaYUtnrexcwzjq85KhXUsnOyZC7B6ccE1hvXInsvL91ZzoFcN7dMFbNu5KYwGCvghA_Np1gl4PrlET9ioJyb-mg6Z6G-dEz40kt6wyg8dFwFd_NkUCSWMF1GAMVW07E2fwiXo_RVFLuCQ/s400/dog-fashion-2+-+site+http+funny+dog+blogspot+com.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378673586213303682" /></a><br /><br /><strong>A cada bela impressão que causamos, conquistamos um inimigo. Para ser popular é indispensável ser medíocre.</strong><br /><br />Oscar Wilde<br /><br />.........................Imagens no site http funny dog blogspot com<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkNnKYZ69G3BWw43VwR2BgXsL5O1RvJKyQkcdElfHEsVpRQic-5K4grp5br8JbnQ7vjzJcg76-n6Y-qCr1DqZ9hA5eoOhko-uuTnWbo0IuJQnzfycT-NvF2aYVsW2t1z7e-_I1M_LlfTE/s1600-h/dog-fashion+-+site+http+funny+dog+blogspot+com.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 347px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkNnKYZ69G3BWw43VwR2BgXsL5O1RvJKyQkcdElfHEsVpRQic-5K4grp5br8JbnQ7vjzJcg76-n6Y-qCr1DqZ9hA5eoOhko-uuTnWbo0IuJQnzfycT-NvF2aYVsW2t1z7e-_I1M_LlfTE/s400/dog-fashion+-+site+http+funny+dog+blogspot+com.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378674833679133410" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-23756691874421374522009-08-05T18:28:00.001+01:002009-08-05T18:33:24.496+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAmpSm8yEmkAElGEuol4RWNfPrwlkWRhmEC6XhH0nJLFxGkCcb39SKjCpaO4luPcj3lZYguEQpmAHkuvUTqvWYUEvuTzTERYrdjmcYBv5BUtsLXpZgacyo7e_CCNn3JdT5M1Pxp6gd-zg/s1600-h/Vincent+Bourrut.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAmpSm8yEmkAElGEuol4RWNfPrwlkWRhmEC6XhH0nJLFxGkCcb39SKjCpaO4luPcj3lZYguEQpmAHkuvUTqvWYUEvuTzTERYrdjmcYBv5BUtsLXpZgacyo7e_CCNn3JdT5M1Pxp6gd-zg/s400/Vincent+Bourrut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366533904120323138" /></a><br /><br />Canção da janela aberta<br /><br />Passa nuvem, passa estrela,<br />Passa a lua na janela...<br /><br />Sem mais cuidados na terra,<br />Preguei meus olhos no Céu.<br /><br />E o meu quarto, pela noite<br />Imensa e triste, navega...<br /><br />Deito-me ao fundo do barco,<br />Sob os silêncios do Céu.<br /><br />Adeus, Cidade Maldita,<br />Que lá se vai o teu Poeta.<br /><br />Adeus para sempre, Amigos...<br />Vou sepultar-me no Céu!<br /><br />Mário Quintana<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4QiV3w6yW2Bwu7AZPZGSyuamOMGkbnVtC1EsK7T1jkW74XrP3lBnHsTkCcMwxvlqM_ENmUDdnz0o935M1ChkAw_w9YN_uUEzJiqjpObaMySdKYxVHBzmgNCYSfGZIe0E-WThH_s863i0/s1600-h/sensual+14.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4QiV3w6yW2Bwu7AZPZGSyuamOMGkbnVtC1EsK7T1jkW74XrP3lBnHsTkCcMwxvlqM_ENmUDdnz0o935M1ChkAw_w9YN_uUEzJiqjpObaMySdKYxVHBzmgNCYSfGZIe0E-WThH_s863i0/s400/sensual+14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366533651703525794" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-2931526386105856262009-05-31T02:13:00.003+01:002009-05-31T10:33:26.492+01:00Flutuando pelo vento!Amiga de longa data, aqui na Internet, a Sílvia (Pekeruxa). Li um seu poema que gostei e com a sua autorização passo hoje aqui neste post.<br />Espero que gostem tanto como eu.<br /><br /><br />.............Imagens retiradas da Internet, desconheço os autores<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghJWcWVbAiSNNxBt-6LM3L40XgSXI6Kp9pbvoTKu9BXippI-xE9OqTy-9tFPjE1p2JPuk48zlfbaZZ0CWXnpiO27hPFlV0aMriyZcSI7DycUNIKD956Z-yGDH4J6NYSjm53TxXDP3TbvM/s1600-h/Amar+a+amizade+%C3%A9+ser+feliz.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 363px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghJWcWVbAiSNNxBt-6LM3L40XgSXI6Kp9pbvoTKu9BXippI-xE9OqTy-9tFPjE1p2JPuk48zlfbaZZ0CWXnpiO27hPFlV0aMriyZcSI7DycUNIKD956Z-yGDH4J6NYSjm53TxXDP3TbvM/s400/Amar+a+amizade+%C3%A9+ser+feliz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341790323060163394" /></a><br /><br />Flutuando pelo vento<br />deixo fagulhas dos meus fragmentos.<br /><br />Em cada estrela busco um pedaço<br />de cada pedaço que não acho<br />tento me fazer inteira!<br /><br />Enquanto minha alma brinca na lua cheia<br />e nessa total escuridão<br />sei que procuro em vão...<br /><br />Pedaços de mim sou assim<br />Sei que essa procura não tem sentido<br />Pois todos os pedaços de mim estão aí...<br /><br />Sílvia.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVwuk0L8xrdE3NGmWz3NFdO5b9mZVF0Z3GUE2xOlKx4JtulvXjiz60pKvuNWYfqrrIbnwpPbM6v0tSNPPiowDZ2SwlrnQPH2UYGmnwtIt1SjrGXvHkza_hFYIjn7WRgI3kEAO_r9lElOU/s1600-h/flor+de+amor.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVwuk0L8xrdE3NGmWz3NFdO5b9mZVF0Z3GUE2xOlKx4JtulvXjiz60pKvuNWYfqrrIbnwpPbM6v0tSNPPiowDZ2SwlrnQPH2UYGmnwtIt1SjrGXvHkza_hFYIjn7WRgI3kEAO_r9lElOU/s400/flor+de+amor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341790230094624194" /></a><br /><br />Sílvia! Que o teu caminhar neste jogo da vida! Sejas muito feliz.<br />Com beijinhos do teu amigo ZezinhoMotaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-61121600035386465082009-04-19T18:55:00.005+01:002009-04-19T19:04:10.408+01:00Morrer de Amor!As duas Imagens abaixo são da autoria de Ben Goossens<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQkWpFCXBP_x-oKZ3GeP48Uj66spXiurfNzIeNkX3Suaprb-tYZy7DYfeP980Hi9LfJKMRWDQ-S9tq6Mu242-99A50HeGYqrRXFmIz9_o95L4Yww94wGEuF6O6GYcZg3oOp_-xvLcAaa8/s1600-h/Ben+Goossens.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQkWpFCXBP_x-oKZ3GeP48Uj66spXiurfNzIeNkX3Suaprb-tYZy7DYfeP980Hi9LfJKMRWDQ-S9tq6Mu242-99A50HeGYqrRXFmIz9_o95L4Yww94wGEuF6O6GYcZg3oOp_-xvLcAaa8/s400/Ben+Goossens.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326463640627183778" /></a><br /><br /><br />Morrer de Amor<br /><br /><br />Morrer de Amor<br />ao pé da tua boca<br /><br />Desfalecer<br />à pele<br />do sorriso<br /><br />Sufocar<br />de prazer<br />com o teu corpo<br /><br />Trocar tudo por ti<br />se for preciso.<br /><br /><br />Maria Teresa Horta<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTkNt4C-ahmTdJhyphenhyphenfsnWuxzUUgWDErgj8AthWKZNXS-OrEg9AucEvksCSPP4h6vN37V4vKtubFjB48xUJL2co4g3-0-ZL01veVBpzQnrN1XJWRqJyX6zTRgNClp5SO1GKrcpjhO7TWxKo/s1600-h/Ben+Goossens1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTkNt4C-ahmTdJhyphenhyphenfsnWuxzUUgWDErgj8AthWKZNXS-OrEg9AucEvksCSPP4h6vN37V4vKtubFjB48xUJL2co4g3-0-ZL01veVBpzQnrN1XJWRqJyX6zTRgNClp5SO1GKrcpjhO7TWxKo/s400/Ben+Goossens1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326463022128075890" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-23052021619897762912009-03-24T18:36:00.005+00:002009-03-24T18:47:25.177+00:00Magia do amor..................................A Menuet by Katie Swatland<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxEVZFe7zipCuEbeozmtCFlLUZzgP9B5z8UcjIpZUeBTkm-meJ1wgrIsXgknLSs1Mz33QfAf_qTfYFZKROOtEOm0aD4U_j3DhEMBPw3HWpOREIx5Jz2omPpPe0dthz0KANIC782orQ_to/s1600-h/A-Menuet+by+Katie+Swatland.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxEVZFe7zipCuEbeozmtCFlLUZzgP9B5z8UcjIpZUeBTkm-meJ1wgrIsXgknLSs1Mz33QfAf_qTfYFZKROOtEOm0aD4U_j3DhEMBPw3HWpOREIx5Jz2omPpPe0dthz0KANIC782orQ_to/s400/A-Menuet+by+Katie+Swatland.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316826616913495858" /></a><br /><br />Magia do amor…<br /><br />“Quando os sentimentos deslizam nas letras…<br />Quando a música mergulha no coração…<br />Quando as imagens reflectem o amor…<br />Viajamos na felicidade.”<br /><br />Millie<br /><br />Extraído do livro online “MAGIA DO AMOR” da autoria de millie<br /><br />Da Editora AVBL www.avbl.com.br Ebooknet – Bibliotecas Virtuais<br /><br /><br />.........................................Adelheid "Dietrich"<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyL6m6uNvnyHl17ovCvxm78M8k0F_OOUx3KC72CSJCiKXLh8R5cIzpu2z0AKCawNxSnHGVONJcWCphSpOo1GESn1DynWIvpa0IKVwig8vlzSvEC8E-FOtOPGbUK6J8qsZKzjLxlF96yK4/s1600-h/Adelheid+Dietrich.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyL6m6uNvnyHl17ovCvxm78M8k0F_OOUx3KC72CSJCiKXLh8R5cIzpu2z0AKCawNxSnHGVONJcWCphSpOo1GESn1DynWIvpa0IKVwig8vlzSvEC8E-FOtOPGbUK6J8qsZKzjLxlF96yK4/s400/Adelheid+Dietrich.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316826449264218882" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-16432537589225657342008-10-08T13:00:00.001+01:002008-10-08T13:02:33.307+01:00Quero acreditar!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik_ySlSHJc6M1h92_8izYSkMkedXU1kV32lIx9n64uQpZHJ1BSgsbeIrGqeunUCuLN5qHaBirWqWi_mZnqke6125tSD1n4qp5_ikowQ5PItJHMz_Vn9mAy7uCbdkZ19NNZWYWpAc8HIV0/s1600-h/Uma+flor,+uma+l%C3%A1grima+e+o+amor.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik_ySlSHJc6M1h92_8izYSkMkedXU1kV32lIx9n64uQpZHJ1BSgsbeIrGqeunUCuLN5qHaBirWqWi_mZnqke6125tSD1n4qp5_ikowQ5PItJHMz_Vn9mAy7uCbdkZ19NNZWYWpAc8HIV0/s400/Uma+flor,+uma+l%C3%A1grima+e+o+amor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254752017521966290" /></a><br /><br />Quero acreditar<br /><br /><br />Quero acreditar<br />Que ainda existe<br />Amor neste mundo que vivemos…<br /><br />Quero acreditar <br />Que os sentimentos<br />Vividos pelos outros<br />Sejam sentidos.<br /><br />Quero acreditar!<br /><br />Quero acreditar!<br /><br /> Quero acreditar…<br /><br />Mesmo sem ter que meditar…<br /><br />Sobre um assunto de amor!<br /><br />Para que todos possam alguém amar…<br /><br /><br />8 Outubro de 2008<br /><br />ZezinhoMota<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihk7MTeinPdLrEjGRMsukXbf3j1LfJhUZVBYUAi0JnEgryOdYIGP3Yq8_yLCAm_5Hfe7OuMxqGL0jcm8EnzCL_BDkz5bdoWHHMMcduT82BbPoroSFPF1nK7UqxoB55E4f7oNRkKaDy7y0/s1600-h/flautista-arranjo-.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihk7MTeinPdLrEjGRMsukXbf3j1LfJhUZVBYUAi0JnEgryOdYIGP3Yq8_yLCAm_5Hfe7OuMxqGL0jcm8EnzCL_BDkz5bdoWHHMMcduT82BbPoroSFPF1nK7UqxoB55E4f7oNRkKaDy7y0/s400/flautista-arranjo-.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254751914146212242" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-87758203483675056572008-09-25T20:27:00.002+01:002008-09-26T19:18:04.360+01:00Magia do amor...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqJHbN6v28bnrYklJHfoHnLgPyNy9SzyiogyVPcH35vKKZt5rsu6GF3_S6DuOXfMCAcg8JjqWB7PGWgWQm93LOwNBtHmj7rBjAbT3KJRZXs4SzGONk0pBqmJZdFAYYDEVdF_SjtZD_c5w/s1600-h/183198682_28bcb8f599_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqJHbN6v28bnrYklJHfoHnLgPyNy9SzyiogyVPcH35vKKZt5rsu6GF3_S6DuOXfMCAcg8JjqWB7PGWgWQm93LOwNBtHmj7rBjAbT3KJRZXs4SzGONk0pBqmJZdFAYYDEVdF_SjtZD_c5w/s400/183198682_28bcb8f599_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250043264389591506" /></a><br /><br />Magia do amor…<br /><br />“Quando os sentimentos deslizam nas letras…<br />Quando a música mergulha no coração…<br />Quando as imagens reflectem o amor…<br />Viajamos na felicidade.”<br /><br />Millie<br /><br />Extraído do livro online “magia do amor”<br /><br />millie<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2D-BKCSGP69jyGeLz9arJ3DcYr_ge69nwxQZugJj9goWyIjSPdUkqs3RSU0zru_NVMMnmoglHCNe2Vzbt0t-vBlow4pO-FpG_ryrg4612ohxA7Ae4QSrIxJ-xkldaFmqcIZAIaseGCt4/s1600-h/134094286_154ac8d5b7_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2D-BKCSGP69jyGeLz9arJ3DcYr_ge69nwxQZugJj9goWyIjSPdUkqs3RSU0zru_NVMMnmoglHCNe2Vzbt0t-vBlow4pO-FpG_ryrg4612ohxA7Ae4QSrIxJ-xkldaFmqcIZAIaseGCt4/s400/134094286_154ac8d5b7_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250043126362357234" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-74833635439915473242008-09-02T19:15:00.007+01:002008-09-02T19:46:44.352+01:00Deite-se!Quero homenagear a minha querida amiga Juliana Cruz - Brasil.<br /><br /><br />Dedico esta página de hoje a ti minha amiga especial;<br /><br />És uma poetisa que adoro ler e publico com a tua devida<br />autorização, um poema com muito sentimento...<br /><br />Agradeço também pela tua linda fotografia, que mostra seres<br />uma mulher muito bonita e determinada...<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnC0MopqQIRaAv8sbMVV6lO4sLFbX_lSOZ8F8WyE53KCUutVCnojHB-oFfDGKIB_JosWmsEt77Q62ZUVCK6J8VrzdAV-KL_7kcKU-gRbUguqiGww0_69_9NEW_JIS5NM5Cj-yKarET0s4/s1600-h/7553270-lg.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnC0MopqQIRaAv8sbMVV6lO4sLFbX_lSOZ8F8WyE53KCUutVCnojHB-oFfDGKIB_JosWmsEt77Q62ZUVCK6J8VrzdAV-KL_7kcKU-gRbUguqiGww0_69_9NEW_JIS5NM5Cj-yKarET0s4/s400/7553270-lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241491360762144610" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCSJkigVvE4Upo-6yD-6CLdTBrLi8WN0HapBV-R_oWblqPejVlgchzs18VSVjqQvN7hSBrYpuBqE01HqVLguWdxD12bYvsiRBIiK4lBOC45Up-ANjp4EhZwEwhKP8ZcxEO_OymgnXsAvw/s1600-h/Imagem+264.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCSJkigVvE4Upo-6yD-6CLdTBrLi8WN0HapBV-R_oWblqPejVlgchzs18VSVjqQvN7hSBrYpuBqE01HqVLguWdxD12bYvsiRBIiK4lBOC45Up-ANjp4EhZwEwhKP8ZcxEO_OymgnXsAvw/s400/Imagem+264.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241490294003800370" /></a><br /><br />Deite-se<br /><br />Deite-se junto a mim<br />Esta noite<br />Abrace-me com carinho<br />Beije-me…<br />Quero teu desejo cortante como<br />Navalha em minha carne viva.<br />Deite-se, apenas…<br />Não me olhe com olhos sonhadores.<br />Não quero teus sonhos<br />Não desejo que me habites<br />Quero que transbordes<br />Onde me faltas…<br /><br />Juliana Cruz<br /><br />Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 24/01/2008<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilz0Mw5o4eyr9_QTCgXCZhQnDpYdp4Vg0s-kDvaJlRAfJ8NYDC0yLC7_8HnCsAK6FqWcL0-fMPaIEEnxGWyA4mOC7mSPey9-b3dGDp3E_EN1tnAJ2AbUAb-hMpx1VhMn35y5_Z9dQoIcY/s1600-h/7553273-lg.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilz0Mw5o4eyr9_QTCgXCZhQnDpYdp4Vg0s-kDvaJlRAfJ8NYDC0yLC7_8HnCsAK6FqWcL0-fMPaIEEnxGWyA4mOC7mSPey9-b3dGDp3E_EN1tnAJ2AbUAb-hMpx1VhMn35y5_Z9dQoIcY/s400/7553273-lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241491249942213810" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-21855235003306275292008-08-03T21:12:00.001+01:002008-08-03T21:15:16.121+01:00Um dia te encontrei!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGGnScTzgTM6OoQe7gG11QVtstCq-XRpom-sXtjCnKa-xeCfhpilKNzrCr8Sxru8sd1lin0RLajwKNh06ufei29EtbPU4JrozsDlU3Ou4QN4QPoOQbK_RNWTN2wtt9JfSJ65DxFTLxZ4c/s1600-h/Camellia+Sketch+photo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGGnScTzgTM6OoQe7gG11QVtstCq-XRpom-sXtjCnKa-xeCfhpilKNzrCr8Sxru8sd1lin0RLajwKNh06ufei29EtbPU4JrozsDlU3Ou4QN4QPoOQbK_RNWTN2wtt9JfSJ65DxFTLxZ4c/s400/Camellia+Sketch+photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230387070873378546" /></a><br /><br /><br />Um dia te encontrei<br /><br />Um dia te encontrei<br />E te dei logo o meu coração<br />Podes crer que logo te amei<br />Com amizade, com carinho e devoção.<br /><br />O amor quando nasce <br />Não é por um dia, é eterno<br />Nova vida renasce<br />Num sentimento tão fraterno.<br /><br />SFAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-32767153429972704082008-07-12T13:20:00.001+01:002008-07-12T13:24:32.779+01:00Sentimento!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgog8Ec6Kqa6LlRstI1AhbQAoitAFicYFdM-j7y2ebnrIJshbf8txXHUHT5tg0iC0KsYHSnoO2OmRaSNuoNso7YHwwSafkDFtDppUsj37hLHEtd3L70m0ALHO1TrcFjLNtdgrgsrhJDh08/s1600-h/168731824_4ab8e0df62_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgog8Ec6Kqa6LlRstI1AhbQAoitAFicYFdM-j7y2ebnrIJshbf8txXHUHT5tg0iC0KsYHSnoO2OmRaSNuoNso7YHwwSafkDFtDppUsj37hLHEtd3L70m0ALHO1TrcFjLNtdgrgsrhJDh08/s400/168731824_4ab8e0df62_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222102242914283266" /></a><br /><br />Sentimento<br /><br />O que sinto por você<br />Jamais daria para colocar em palavras…<br />Jamais seria um poema…<br />Uma música…<br />Um alimento…<br />Um alento…<br />É um sentimento imenso!!!<br />O que mais é…<br />Não sei!<br />Só sinto!!!<br /><br />Marineide Miranda<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8qSTYbBiQ-3k7IiJf3SSUBvgDhSW85rcwrOrE11wr028ElWIuFq8RZJ4gsynAoGYSw6Fndv1yTmh8aZRMwE3fqXbyaR6KaDh7cHeDS1ilBINfgW-dCkWcH2DJA3_4XyIiwQhB71paoC0/s1600-h/anderson1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8qSTYbBiQ-3k7IiJf3SSUBvgDhSW85rcwrOrE11wr028ElWIuFq8RZJ4gsynAoGYSw6Fndv1yTmh8aZRMwE3fqXbyaR6KaDh7cHeDS1ilBINfgW-dCkWcH2DJA3_4XyIiwQhB71paoC0/s400/anderson1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222101769488395218" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-69105046888813394402008-06-24T03:08:00.001+01:002008-06-24T03:12:27.099+01:00Contra o tempo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSQqO8p5cKGIY_CEULZ-ynQY5uNSAYLGhclqEcrGsCiAT77-KOQ-EBLtmWauLJGpNRMHDuOkCGQE2SbwgIOxOCe4Kw7ZMNDAy57hZlq-m1NgeX0Vus030Eu9JsdF9vs94ToOOuOLRcQqY/s1600-h/Botikario+2006.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSQqO8p5cKGIY_CEULZ-ynQY5uNSAYLGhclqEcrGsCiAT77-KOQ-EBLtmWauLJGpNRMHDuOkCGQE2SbwgIOxOCe4Kw7ZMNDAy57hZlq-m1NgeX0Vus030Eu9JsdF9vs94ToOOuOLRcQqY/s400/Botikario+2006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215264961778421890" /></a><br /><br />Contra o tempo<br /><br />…contra o tempo caminho<br />Precisando respirar<br />Destravar coisas do âmago<br />Frases soando como versos<br />Sem lugar pra deixar.<br /><br />Os jardins estão poluídos <br />As letras virando pó<br />As rochas nada querem gravar<br />Só querem escutar<br />Nada falar.<br /><br />Não sei onde letras deixar<br />As folhas somem no soprar do vento<br />Apodrecem virando vidas<br />Abrindo poemas em terras famintas.<br /><br />Maria Thereza Neves<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYWp8BLQYMel0-ATqZkPkaa5N0dDqs2VKcQxKYosRSeutH1cEi13ta_Bg7b_gN_ADyY9bG33I4eeSlupqhvQHePCFGGT5Srxdu4_NA9REVis_oaVeuEEj0iBPoJUBgIdHD8fcdhAEVKJA/s1600-h/Dmitry+Bezkorovayny4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYWp8BLQYMel0-ATqZkPkaa5N0dDqs2VKcQxKYosRSeutH1cEi13ta_Bg7b_gN_ADyY9bG33I4eeSlupqhvQHePCFGGT5Srxdu4_NA9REVis_oaVeuEEj0iBPoJUBgIdHD8fcdhAEVKJA/s400/Dmitry+Bezkorovayny4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215264550081016658" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-15795491927822576922008-06-15T10:23:00.002+01:002008-06-15T10:30:43.043+01:00CriançasQuero trazer aqui outro poema de uma criança Brasileira!<br /><br />Adorei este conteúdo e espero que vocês também.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguOQXD3Rc1EJ7nNjPXf_CWOSvj9OzUEgLkNo_ilM1iASv9F39dpKTUlDBiwgUcEmE4y1zxhQx6-NLAbqF5pPaI0faM9hG7MZRZuRFqMkTjhTCKpNfLJuSqsazcxoIZbvr91thtaz9-rsM/s1600-h/Linda+Veit+-+Tiffin.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguOQXD3Rc1EJ7nNjPXf_CWOSvj9OzUEgLkNo_ilM1iASv9F39dpKTUlDBiwgUcEmE4y1zxhQx6-NLAbqF5pPaI0faM9hG7MZRZuRFqMkTjhTCKpNfLJuSqsazcxoIZbvr91thtaz9-rsM/s400/Linda+Veit+-+Tiffin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212037221853395922" /></a><br /><br />Crianças<br /><br />Soltando a imaginação<br />uma menina dizia<br />em suave melodia<br />numa terna invocação:<br /><br />Eu sou a criança<br />eu sou o amor<br />eu sou a esperança<br />dum mundo melhor<br /><br />Ajude-me a erguer<br />quando tropeço<br />com todo o carinho<br />que sempre mereço<br /><br />Ensine-me a enfrentar<br />o mundo que avança<br />a trilhar meu caminho<br />com mais segurança!<br /><br />Eu sou o futuro...<br />Eu sou a esperança!<br /><br /><br />de Isabel Correia da Silva Sousa<br />São Paulo - SP - por correio eletrônico<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNbWMHdQLg9tqRAJ2GztJPZGQrmxQlPKH8xcQh7awqiLwEdPGuk9xCk72_NV8ZknBsPi-_YMtlQDOiusTZ4esaNuPXD0DJC9-N3zwMspLtkVtewGEjVl1sucw7YBeDIbRSY0UoVk03xvE/s1600-h/Linda+Veit+-+01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNbWMHdQLg9tqRAJ2GztJPZGQrmxQlPKH8xcQh7awqiLwEdPGuk9xCk72_NV8ZknBsPi-_YMtlQDOiusTZ4esaNuPXD0DJC9-N3zwMspLtkVtewGEjVl1sucw7YBeDIbRSY0UoVk03xvE/s400/Linda+Veit+-+01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212036980958252066" /></a><br /><br />Imagens retiradas da Internet - da autoria de by Linda Veit - photo.netAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-79997032997495986092008-06-01T11:25:00.006+01:002008-06-01T11:32:47.701+01:00O Dia Mundial da Criança!Encontrei este poema<br />de uma criança Brasileira<br />na sua escola.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp5FKcWnHA01UGofm6ano3b2G8ngVOqd9o9vyfoIL6rB7gR_xXtdXxAIJo8GqLfJiH4VBFqtWjlgwKpworFXiBBgIpzlO3mmts5BIA0im0fbOqEhW-DY6dnD0wXowHQaP0a6gN97cMDzY/s1600-h/Fl%C3%A1vio+Coelho+-+Hope+-+Esperan%C3%A7a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp5FKcWnHA01UGofm6ano3b2G8ngVOqd9o9vyfoIL6rB7gR_xXtdXxAIJo8GqLfJiH4VBFqtWjlgwKpworFXiBBgIpzlO3mmts5BIA0im0fbOqEhW-DY6dnD0wXowHQaP0a6gN97cMDzY/s400/Fl%C3%A1vio+Coelho+-+Hope+-+Esperan%C3%A7a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206858350711745682" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxEOUg06TnPuC8NHfdljj6R_29B_yCnN_xwVMDPRYMIJ8MWD84X_dL9jE_oJ2VsaQEb6lQ4LGbfX-LEgv8lb4OeA56tWc4V4b5CFzRXAKY_5Mfi4q2i2N9Fkoz414SSS-B0CYZ5Ax2BKo/s1600-h/caminhos+a+correr.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxEOUg06TnPuC8NHfdljj6R_29B_yCnN_xwVMDPRYMIJ8MWD84X_dL9jE_oJ2VsaQEb6lQ4LGbfX-LEgv8lb4OeA56tWc4V4b5CFzRXAKY_5Mfi4q2i2N9Fkoz414SSS-B0CYZ5Ax2BKo/s400/caminhos+a+correr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206858229900714738" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDy2QeeUHHW0rds4mFi1fuk8I6Yi2hl3ag8LSW63I7GaXbwtfewuQBSwHgz0fk0c54UAPdOtzvWo_lXRA05Fo7Kty-MBNO8ps8_31EU_WtPL1k1S8sUrmeW2x-Dd78ruI7RGj7CfanHMQ/s1600-h/Sofia+M%C3%A1ximo+-+O+seu+mundo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDy2QeeUHHW0rds4mFi1fuk8I6Yi2hl3ag8LSW63I7GaXbwtfewuQBSwHgz0fk0c54UAPdOtzvWo_lXRA05Fo7Kty-MBNO8ps8_31EU_WtPL1k1S8sUrmeW2x-Dd78ruI7RGj7CfanHMQ/s400/Sofia+M%C3%A1ximo+-+O+seu+mundo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206858069637791618" /></a><br /><br />Temas: CRIANÇA<br /><br />O Menino no Lixo<br /><br />Na lata do lixo,<br />come o menino,<br />O pão que sobrou<br />da mesa do desperdício.<br />O pão da soberba,<br />do desprezo da vida,<br />das injustiças.<br />O pão amassado<br />pelo sistema político,<br />pelo homem-ganância.,<br /><br />No lixo dos lixos,<br />procura o menino,<br />o que há de comer.<br />Encontra miséria,<br />pobreza e horror.<br />Se acha vergonha,<br />opressão do poder,<br />violência e medo.<br /><br />Nos entulhos imensos,<br />tem o menino nos olhos,<br />esperança brilhando.<br />Nos seus sonhos, desejos;<br />nos seus braços, a luta<br />de quem há de chegar.<br />No coração, alegria;<br />no sorriso, a certeza<br />de quem há de vencer.<br /><br /><br />de Rogério Medrado<br />Itacaré - BA<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLVvMjXxAYAD9Kgn3OezlekqcvMkSEMtp7QGa22q2DSSr-p6wy5pkEm4HIZJH9-q41DjpPDLV0wJ0Bm2D7_CDVxQdBj6GW8sPZg35NHLY2VWPlvyEDLIA9HtlI3FtptxV1B85N6OlE_x8/s1600-h/fig.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLVvMjXxAYAD9Kgn3OezlekqcvMkSEMtp7QGa22q2DSSr-p6wy5pkEm4HIZJH9-q41DjpPDLV0wJ0Bm2D7_CDVxQdBj6GW8sPZg35NHLY2VWPlvyEDLIA9HtlI3FtptxV1B85N6OlE_x8/s400/fig.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206857921711713186" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju7jIxgTBoQdQPU-bPHYYa846RihZPW0ehaO0kzsxd_1PNGqN_vpJrig7buuMEQO9UCZ9kKp0wKJwS7c5nlZy4RlwL0PDgZtZSdjvd7AyyZ4ZJYX2XWWUIM6S0U7yqHg_cUOoJZN2STj0/s1600-h/244268233_375e23640e_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju7jIxgTBoQdQPU-bPHYYa846RihZPW0ehaO0kzsxd_1PNGqN_vpJrig7buuMEQO9UCZ9kKp0wKJwS7c5nlZy4RlwL0PDgZtZSdjvd7AyyZ4ZJYX2XWWUIM6S0U7yqHg_cUOoJZN2STj0/s400/244268233_375e23640e_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206857778466055698" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKj9hvOjDZUW9Ul9jhDreTgaWBdfSq8-19APtOH-weWJypVxSYrbLO7mPyYLUPrdqwCX5kmw3keSquR7bPspsjCf8-_sIlFA8Xsn2W-mQOWYu5mBIWW_Iu48FXkOsWRRY_W1iFH8Jf0nE/s1600-h/Bianca+Van+Der+Werf.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKj9hvOjDZUW9Ul9jhDreTgaWBdfSq8-19APtOH-weWJypVxSYrbLO7mPyYLUPrdqwCX5kmw3keSquR7bPspsjCf8-_sIlFA8Xsn2W-mQOWYu5mBIWW_Iu48FXkOsWRRY_W1iFH8Jf0nE/s400/Bianca+Van+Der+Werf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206857638030076946" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-70942634404123998052008-05-21T13:55:00.002+01:002008-05-21T13:58:34.748+01:00Uma rosa, uma música, uma vida…<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc4BYUYEHVDLT3o03ZALQuDMTC8gr8mFIkpvwYl_0OJ5AcM1d-z8AepCNO7f7A_hrOMoKR9GKgvWIgJlbDF77Jw0zgTs804AogybGsl_dFd9-J0J_5WSEwteX3suv_EHDx4-a5-SYQXPI/s1600-h/Botao+de+rosa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc4BYUYEHVDLT3o03ZALQuDMTC8gr8mFIkpvwYl_0OJ5AcM1d-z8AepCNO7f7A_hrOMoKR9GKgvWIgJlbDF77Jw0zgTs804AogybGsl_dFd9-J0J_5WSEwteX3suv_EHDx4-a5-SYQXPI/s400/Botao+de+rosa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202814507070760162" /></a><br /><br /><br />Uma rosa, uma música, uma vida…<br /><br /><br />Uma rosa, uma música, uma vida…<br />Eu posso dizer que sou feliz..<br />Pois tenho um jardim bem florido…<br />Tenho uma música para ouvir..<br />E tenho você para amar…<br />O que mais posso querer?<br />A não ser dizer obrigada Senhor<br />Por tanto amor….. <br /><br />Autora; Marinete Araújo<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_32fuU9-hWYf8r7aq6hp40wPl62RCMNntsAvyOsCmhd1tBTC2n3JeaFKc-gfRgvdUunqqjc2JiAPFWvF1-e3S97UzkQpoUKNyH7nsm2u_wOF4mo89xiM5_aT48RNORHY7CYEQoTfV8lE/s1600-h/green.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_32fuU9-hWYf8r7aq6hp40wPl62RCMNntsAvyOsCmhd1tBTC2n3JeaFKc-gfRgvdUunqqjc2JiAPFWvF1-e3S97UzkQpoUKNyH7nsm2u_wOF4mo89xiM5_aT48RNORHY7CYEQoTfV8lE/s400/green.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202814245077755090" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-72761568960903237402008-05-13T20:52:00.001+01:002008-05-13T20:54:58.699+01:00PAZ!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeACaACAkiUndgq926zscS3PNvHSJwOY6f-6KWEEgWJ4mz2sgywvrCbkysXRtx1Hl49WVxSmdZi4evOV0PBeNs6QXYDl09PEyxWFb0FM7JRkHNFHVa8y0ABrG2fBtIIg4E0Mk0AxsmIak/s1600-h/butterfiy_3029.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeACaACAkiUndgq926zscS3PNvHSJwOY6f-6KWEEgWJ4mz2sgywvrCbkysXRtx1Hl49WVxSmdZi4evOV0PBeNs6QXYDl09PEyxWFb0FM7JRkHNFHVa8y0ABrG2fBtIIg4E0Mk0AxsmIak/s400/butterfiy_3029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199953204153131986" /></a><br /><br />Paz<br /><br />Por entre aroma e flores<br />De todas as cores…<br />Meu pensamento voa…<br />Numa busca finita de paz…<br /><br />Denise Lara<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOSfVhrWI3r7hhKA6tRjh-nxong8gFcfrxI7IHevWl2N1KnmIEqksth5JzHLAljNVrLdg4OwdlUpEm7U4lsPV3xVqMDdqapvNTOi26VDTew_GOJVN1aiMFHJSXH2lAnhX_zf8Fy-gH7vY/s1600-h/butterfiy_3023.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOSfVhrWI3r7hhKA6tRjh-nxong8gFcfrxI7IHevWl2N1KnmIEqksth5JzHLAljNVrLdg4OwdlUpEm7U4lsPV3xVqMDdqapvNTOi26VDTew_GOJVN1aiMFHJSXH2lAnhX_zf8Fy-gH7vY/s400/butterfiy_3023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199953032354440130" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-36180043939674980922008-05-07T09:08:00.007+01:002008-05-07T09:21:27.097+01:00Segredo!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV1Tq43j86b8IZ8v2WyzyZL1Z6Qj-rV0oPUk1V01lbm_uDCO81IuUlJR56haYabYoXSdygKNgguNEEnUWdN3KOZ4-Ao1l8XFK4urNUyHIadISxfL7LFeenddaR16hg6yLQ4qZ-1tDwobs/s1600-h/cachoeira.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV1Tq43j86b8IZ8v2WyzyZL1Z6Qj-rV0oPUk1V01lbm_uDCO81IuUlJR56haYabYoXSdygKNgguNEEnUWdN3KOZ4-Ao1l8XFK4urNUyHIadISxfL7LFeenddaR16hg6yLQ4qZ-1tDwobs/s400/cachoeira.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197545718605097090" /></a><br /><br />Segredo<br /><br />Nem o Tempo tem tempo<br />para sondar as trevas<br /><br />Deste rio correndo<br />entre a pele e a pele<br /><br />Nem o Tempo tem tempo<br />nem as trevas dão tréguas<br /><br />Não descubro o segredo<br />que o teu corpo segrega<br /><br /><br /><br />David Mourão Ferreira<br /><br />No Veio do Cristal<br />(1980-1988)<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7vMFHTA96K1zNyqzcIOjiwH7yGf7czYe_LiHQRQAOceIVy_N0BT-wo07HlveiP3oZgCP8eIZbpOEUuCrdlXtocl_jnud2pHfPYv9fuy5r1QTUE4-BAyhK0BJwmMOcBGlSExm5CgKWVc8/s1600-h/Jana+Vanourkova-In+the+Grenn+Zone.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7vMFHTA96K1zNyqzcIOjiwH7yGf7czYe_LiHQRQAOceIVy_N0BT-wo07HlveiP3oZgCP8eIZbpOEUuCrdlXtocl_jnud2pHfPYv9fuy5r1QTUE4-BAyhK0BJwmMOcBGlSExm5CgKWVc8/s400/Jana+Vanourkova-In+the+Grenn+Zone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197547638455478450" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-79735906899272123572008-05-04T11:30:00.007+01:002008-05-04T11:50:37.726+01:00DIA DA MÃE!...........................PARA TODAS AS MÃES DO MUNDO!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBfgDRiD8nszDo9noV3nlswr6_xy7PJwovdp4foDEYqCS7ENktMSODQPc3rZmU2Pr7I789Y4eItFhe5HWIvo5_IcAZxhwgm36U8v2AZIHibe9FarjArZShGgGhY_BiyicDjK9wN2c3OPI/s1600-h/139927.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBfgDRiD8nszDo9noV3nlswr6_xy7PJwovdp4foDEYqCS7ENktMSODQPc3rZmU2Pr7I789Y4eItFhe5HWIvo5_IcAZxhwgm36U8v2AZIHibe9FarjArZShGgGhY_BiyicDjK9wN2c3OPI/s400/139927.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196469807822612354" /></a><br /><br />............................PARA ALÉM DE TODAS AS PALAVRAS!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVFRD1EuihtnXcqVXdGAkYXfr2n1Ap_M4kxeRI6DWpes82hm5nKnqVc8DR8lTutj3u2FDtNLeB6FGnv55S9ihDN7Easoh0Pp4e7IFcloTpIN5YjN_-S0LW8OxRbjwl7-rGVQOLu6pF1zI/s1600-h/oliver_clare_a3461_still_life_of_flowers.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVFRD1EuihtnXcqVXdGAkYXfr2n1Ap_M4kxeRI6DWpes82hm5nKnqVc8DR8lTutj3u2FDtNLeB6FGnv55S9ihDN7Easoh0Pp4e7IFcloTpIN5YjN_-S0LW8OxRbjwl7-rGVQOLu6pF1zI/s400/oliver_clare_a3461_still_life_of_flowers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196469537239672690" /></a><br /><br />.........................................DEIXO AQUI<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1T2mUROfKWM_9nwHZDGe4o0pEw4Yl42ybYUDgDKTJ6OAjO4YpZHs_NIVA815APXbb1-PBlHhM3i3xot4wXXLgcqLUHNVmssuzQG1Atz_ubZR_dhRyLbEGg04T3haZBX02_xLl56406xk/s1600-h/oliver_clare_a3521_still_life_of_flowers_wm+a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1T2mUROfKWM_9nwHZDGe4o0pEw4Yl42ybYUDgDKTJ6OAjO4YpZHs_NIVA815APXbb1-PBlHhM3i3xot4wXXLgcqLUHNVmssuzQG1Atz_ubZR_dhRyLbEGg04T3haZBX02_xLl56406xk/s400/oliver_clare_a3521_still_life_of_flowers_wm+a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196469335376209762" /></a><br /><br />..............................NUMA HOMENAGEM SINGELA!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcNXvHUewQogvltKjb4OJXYTXRVQ8WscYLe_iEpZ5SYumt62_ROhgnNvvBYFUNDEJVOjQBeDEcamxpFQ5aIbxiuCNeHFdzH79Z8M4PNtKNZqJut1mZtrHC6aCGieWy74CdI40og_4JOoA/s1600-h/sally_swatland_s1120_spring_plantings.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcNXvHUewQogvltKjb4OJXYTXRVQ8WscYLe_iEpZ5SYumt62_ROhgnNvvBYFUNDEJVOjQBeDEcamxpFQ5aIbxiuCNeHFdzH79Z8M4PNtKNZqJut1mZtrHC6aCGieWy74CdI40og_4JOoA/s400/sally_swatland_s1120_spring_plantings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196469120627844946" /></a><br /><br />..............................TODAS AS FLORES DA NATUREZA!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRQ2JZFyq7eVz-foOvwQSEDGy1-TV5nr0sOy-skFY34cruIgcBPVpzvcBFYu0LGN42Dkth3xUHmSreth8KfBfzSjjiXmjzwN-J8GlvEKpvCKWz3iJ1-lTCojX2d1ke4tUcYWxQqKGbLJM/s1600-h/vincent_clare_a3297_still_life_of_flowers.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRQ2JZFyq7eVz-foOvwQSEDGy1-TV5nr0sOy-skFY34cruIgcBPVpzvcBFYu0LGN42Dkth3xUHmSreth8KfBfzSjjiXmjzwN-J8GlvEKpvCKWz3iJ1-lTCojX2d1ke4tUcYWxQqKGbLJM/s400/vincent_clare_a3297_still_life_of_flowers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196468897289545538" /></a><br /><br />............................COM TODO O CARINHO E ADMIRAÇÃO!<br /><br />....................................................DO<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiKOTAvXKD0xzxUG4AKCuNqhSjbbfGyFqyrMJayYSzPD_F6vlnRvZgME3zKCS4R_7DbP57-Zw47OlDHDm4GaLafzmC2vwN0lESbnNoJr6b5kO2WsTWwV3wummCBR6CpzeGKpbcoF8Z6i4/s1600-h/012.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiKOTAvXKD0xzxUG4AKCuNqhSjbbfGyFqyrMJayYSzPD_F6vlnRvZgME3zKCS4R_7DbP57-Zw47OlDHDm4GaLafzmC2vwN0lESbnNoJr6b5kO2WsTWwV3wummCBR6CpzeGKpbcoF8Z6i4/s400/012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196472286018742162" /></a><br /><br /><br />...........................................ZezinhoMotaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-47054100369368006882008-04-24T19:32:00.001+01:002008-04-24T19:34:56.309+01:00Basta Pensar em Sentir!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTtP4uv34lhcM58m-na8tg99GpEmzbR_kMA6_l_ETgMzD66dpfwyQnIGkZ1yPqFjP69VeojleX2YUgVMXG9ENOyq5SLFNSaouDqjrA-HxRD87fnLXSgmfRe6FwZcpddnUsE3mxRX2q-Nk/s1600-h/floresta.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTtP4uv34lhcM58m-na8tg99GpEmzbR_kMA6_l_ETgMzD66dpfwyQnIGkZ1yPqFjP69VeojleX2YUgVMXG9ENOyq5SLFNSaouDqjrA-HxRD87fnLXSgmfRe6FwZcpddnUsE3mxRX2q-Nk/s400/floresta.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192881985417061954" /></a><br /><br />Basta Pensar em Sentir<br /><br />Basta pensar em sentir<br />Para sentir em pensar.<br />Meu coração faz sorrir<br />Meu coração a chorar.<br />Depois de parar de andar,<br />Depois de ficar e ir,<br />Hei de ser quem vai chegar<br />Para ser quem quer partir.<br />Viver é não conseguir.<br /><br />Fernando Pessoa<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk3ePEcHqZ8gImhW5EneUSuf8XujVYOIlh1RgnyC3YaF3kCMRjeVEMvukDCNaxk0bZB_IQnvd9VwNRFLwsrDril9mEl6cbp6-UwGnDGBZ1uTz6Km4QuW3X9TvLSQPKGTEQljGXB4MU-pw/s1600-h/With+Love+-+Imeem.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk3ePEcHqZ8gImhW5EneUSuf8XujVYOIlh1RgnyC3YaF3kCMRjeVEMvukDCNaxk0bZB_IQnvd9VwNRFLwsrDril9mEl6cbp6-UwGnDGBZ1uTz6Km4QuW3X9TvLSQPKGTEQljGXB4MU-pw/s400/With+Love+-+Imeem.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192881701949220402" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-8057521246218773572008-04-18T10:45:00.002+01:002008-04-18T10:49:11.246+01:00MAGIA DAS FLORES!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC9DvWHDuj1nTfEHlpFUyPkCGqFMRnMwX7uZj3ad0fc4NYh45UhidiWik424-4qAedTOWOjsU0IwSCZOY_OE0jXNtdKU5qsjvcd_zIZtBLr_phmm2ijECacHmSvoRiPssoxrDSec_rJ-E/s1600-h/2335555387_9d87e34062_b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC9DvWHDuj1nTfEHlpFUyPkCGqFMRnMwX7uZj3ad0fc4NYh45UhidiWik424-4qAedTOWOjsU0IwSCZOY_OE0jXNtdKU5qsjvcd_zIZtBLr_phmm2ijECacHmSvoRiPssoxrDSec_rJ-E/s400/2335555387_9d87e34062_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190519834649127746" /></a><br /><br />MAGIA DAS FLORES<br /><br /><br />Quanta magia e beleza<br />As flores da criação<br />Perfumam a natureza<br />Sem cobrar nenhum tostão<br /><br />Vem de graça<br />Vem com glória<br />É pura satisfação<br />alegram tantos olhares<br />Contagia o coração<br /><br /><br />Ane Franco<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlDYP4txh02QH47YjaTkOBSbNhXV-GFnGVLaFpJVzEe8o557SXNPi0rUqT1G_csLV5i_ZlJ_eVco53d9UVrVM4d71y0h2G_5cMszjxbRMbci7p9wN14aQs3Y6vfUgJ_gEaCOac55vV5JM/s1600-h/2221236967_71943c461e_b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlDYP4txh02QH47YjaTkOBSbNhXV-GFnGVLaFpJVzEe8o557SXNPi0rUqT1G_csLV5i_ZlJ_eVco53d9UVrVM4d71y0h2G_5cMszjxbRMbci7p9wN14aQs3Y6vfUgJ_gEaCOac55vV5JM/s400/2221236967_71943c461e_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190519684325272370" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-94643526304916452008-04-11T20:02:00.002+01:002008-04-11T20:03:56.613+01:00Sentimento!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhPA-f27eRMlFf69vF5gjpclpktPCmN1hTuAKgQaU8uRgdjJHeqn_kp7dYWQBJS2XNQOJz5uiwbk9RFbuqC1-416i9KzNc25zUqqKkUiwC3_D7-DXby_nbShOduHIDBmMlodHDY6TWHfk/s1600-h/15377115_5397716_large_8a6196fbac8ccc6e7ca155418109f1ea.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhPA-f27eRMlFf69vF5gjpclpktPCmN1hTuAKgQaU8uRgdjJHeqn_kp7dYWQBJS2XNQOJz5uiwbk9RFbuqC1-416i9KzNc25zUqqKkUiwC3_D7-DXby_nbShOduHIDBmMlodHDY6TWHfk/s400/15377115_5397716_large_8a6196fbac8ccc6e7ca155418109f1ea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188065346819294914" /></a><br /><br />Sentimento<br /><br />O que sinto por você <br />Jamais daria para colocar em palavras…<br />Jamais seria um poema…<br />Uma música…<br />Um alimento…<br />Um alento…<br />É um sentimento imenso!!!<br />O que mais é…<br />Não sei!<br />Só sinto!!!<br /><br /><br />De Marineide Miranda <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSTV8S4dmpg0_YZPOhfBtpxht5hiJFbfIoNlDritXmAL4bhU-4YU__9VKQTtq6W622o0bRLA5h2-SKeRLaVGC8YMkNkdjrLhnCH4dmAKwfGBUnVpg_u8aTdMeJkJfxW1d3-flWGYFJJ-w/s1600-h/26111353.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSTV8S4dmpg0_YZPOhfBtpxht5hiJFbfIoNlDritXmAL4bhU-4YU__9VKQTtq6W622o0bRLA5h2-SKeRLaVGC8YMkNkdjrLhnCH4dmAKwfGBUnVpg_u8aTdMeJkJfxW1d3-flWGYFJJ-w/s400/26111353.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188065226560210610" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-17466516935081005692008-04-04T21:05:00.002+01:002008-04-04T21:08:42.792+01:00Sensual<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI89Yx_HF3tWBD3DqWCPf6HMzvIszSZXJ_j1_JGEY8hIfBgmlkaHagHMMN9nvXtPeRgWiYQ7nD5-U7xDEbMWKTdgGhOtw_HM207Ku_zWD14UwsnhyphenhyphenI9tGpr3-oCy7VG4aGejueTZ_JdOg/s1600-h/7fb14af05da1793dbffa27ff7de8d068_web.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI89Yx_HF3tWBD3DqWCPf6HMzvIszSZXJ_j1_JGEY8hIfBgmlkaHagHMMN9nvXtPeRgWiYQ7nD5-U7xDEbMWKTdgGhOtw_HM207Ku_zWD14UwsnhyphenhyphenI9tGpr3-oCy7VG4aGejueTZ_JdOg/s400/7fb14af05da1793dbffa27ff7de8d068_web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185484194799869554" /></a><br /><br /> Sensual<br /><br /> Insinuante<br /> sereno<br /> vem…<br /><br /> Debruça em carícias.<br /><br /> Acorda o grito do corpo quente.<br /> Derrama o vinho no cálice da pele…<br /> sedento bebe,<br /> adormece.<br /><br />extraído do livro em on-line “Unindo Emoções”<br /><br />De<br /><br />Maria Thereza Neves<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1hDWp7wzlnEVet1I23IhocbA0qAqNVIyGMX4NsB-iS-fIIKeElOLia56gJnhbeFspIeEJp9jcOyPPxWJ90UukEptSxKvgglkbq3lUdXoYxCw7oOisNAS52SARfFmF_lyMk5vyMecOAf8/s1600-h/1669+flor.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1hDWp7wzlnEVet1I23IhocbA0qAqNVIyGMX4NsB-iS-fIIKeElOLia56gJnhbeFspIeEJp9jcOyPPxWJ90UukEptSxKvgglkbq3lUdXoYxCw7oOisNAS52SARfFmF_lyMk5vyMecOAf8/s400/1669+flor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185484074540785250" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-13702675283443210482008-03-30T20:31:00.001+01:002008-03-30T20:34:14.832+01:00A criança é como a flor!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirL-PiYwsx0ocREjDXa_-vSQnARD5KFlIx9gd7fZQJ421uIDzjcmMFRz2MOE8zZgDZnJfQd7i9wmaIqJLty8MEEGAPT1NGyo_IBmGGquxwx-nN8cUr-sf3cmj_HQ13Z8IlEEtVXf5TZmI/s1600-h/fd030.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirL-PiYwsx0ocREjDXa_-vSQnARD5KFlIx9gd7fZQJ421uIDzjcmMFRz2MOE8zZgDZnJfQd7i9wmaIqJLty8MEEGAPT1NGyo_IBmGGquxwx-nN8cUr-sf3cmj_HQ13Z8IlEEtVXf5TZmI/s400/fd030.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183620037259484610" /></a><br /><br />A criança é como a flor<br />Que devemos bem cuidar …<br />Devemos dar-lhe amor<br />Carinho … e o calor <br />Muita ternura lhe dar…<br />Não sejas tão prepotente<br />Se ela for irreverente<br />Tratemos bem a criança …<br />É uma flor tão carente<br />(Também já foste imprudente)<br />Na alegria inconsciente …<br />A criança ganha Esperança<br />Pela nossa … Confiança!<br /> <br />Maria Zélia Gomes<br />Ellaine Poesias<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC9pdx1Psu2u5SGxZgCkUWY__MABE3wrnQ5Fr9Ee5n4y1Hdr5N9SSrLzmjYhTukVGE9W1WALpHXrzCeHjRZchpVfWj1btnqLVxj9a9OQz50Euvqqi-KLvTuTScygGwbTt5icYlS4oL2F8/s1600-h/Cerejeira%2520F11A.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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