tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21350690844905486822012-01-29T14:42:42.178ZZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.comBlogger641100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-48456582880954911572010-02-03T16:10:00.010Z2010-03-09T17:51:16.147ZAo encontrar estas imagens<br />fiz delas a minha poesia <br />que hoje apresento-vos...<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/S2mg6rSgRfI/AAAAAAAAEnE/TyTr3xCD6qg/s1600-h/bb461c7a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/S2mg6rSgRfI/AAAAAAAAEnE/TyTr3xCD6qg/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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/S2mgy40SHrI/AAAAAAAAEm8/F7S6olqoOus/s1600-h/243538d5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/S2mgy40SHrI/AAAAAAAAEm8/F7S6olqoOus/s400/243538d5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434051221504794290" /></a><br /><br />Com lindos sorrisos...<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/S2mgnqoMNqI/AAAAAAAAEm0/HlcQl4BHrwo/s1600-h/6a547622.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/S2mgnqoMNqI/AAAAAAAAEm0/HlcQl4BHrwo/s400/6a547622.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434051028717418146" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/S2mgeWihQJI/AAAAAAAAEms/XOTfeABXt88/s1600-h/7abb8269.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/S2mgeWihQJI/AAAAAAAAEms/XOTfeABXt88/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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/S2mgWDjSMZI/AAAAAAAAEmk/poK01aIaQQA/s1600-h/3df5b16b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/S2mgWDjSMZI/AAAAAAAAEmk/poK01aIaQQA/s400/3df5b16b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434050726170079634" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/S2mhGIuYwXI/AAAAAAAAEnM/472rrnpgiuk/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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/S2mhGIuYwXI/AAAAAAAAEnM/472rrnpgiuk/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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/S2mgIHwfuFI/AAAAAAAAEmU/94Yu6SrXhyk/s1600-h/1d21bff4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/S2mgIHwfuFI/AAAAAAAAEmU/94Yu6SrXhyk/s400/1d21bff4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434050486781065298" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-4845658288095491157?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-40875906382687029072009-10-30T23:34:00.007Z2009-10-31T18:57:23.504Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SuyIff3KOVI/AAAAAAAAEjc/xFZSGxLlg9c/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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SuyIff3KOVI/AAAAAAAAEjc/xFZSGxLlg9c/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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SuyE0tsRaaI/AAAAAAAAEjE/bFinFgkNuG4/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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SuyE0tsRaaI/AAAAAAAAEjE/bFinFgkNuG4/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 Internet<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-4087590638268702907?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://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+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SrAJAIuSS_I/AAAAAAAAEaw/WtxzgAWixlM/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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SrAJAIuSS_I/AAAAAAAAEaw/WtxzgAWixlM/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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SrAJQbycKmI/AAAAAAAAEa4/t8Htu-k04tM/s1600-h/002p051EHm1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SrAJQbycKmI/AAAAAAAAEa4/t8Htu-k04tM/s400/002p051EHm1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381811732649618018" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-5307617242429267955?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://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+01:00............................. site http funny dog blogspot com<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SqTjIRUFNYI/AAAAAAAAEXU/ZpbwgZ--D-I/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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SqTjIRUFNYI/AAAAAAAAEXU/ZpbwgZ--D-I/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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SqTkQ4fHKuI/AAAAAAAAEXc/9ERmTK6a-xE/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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SqTkQ4fHKuI/AAAAAAAAEXc/9ERmTK6a-xE/s400/dog-fashion+-+site+http+funny+dog+blogspot+com.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378674833679133410" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-122221783745478571?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SnnCJxYunEI/AAAAAAAAEQA/rWyNnpnvxlw/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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SnnCJxYunEI/AAAAAAAAEQA/rWyNnpnvxlw/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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SnnB7FD38aI/AAAAAAAAEP4/IHu0_EVzAzM/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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SnnB7FD38aI/AAAAAAAAEP4/IHu0_EVzAzM/s400/sensual+14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366533651703525794" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-2375669187442137452?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://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+01:00Amiga 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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SiHZ_y6ew0I/AAAAAAAAEJs/vwsROVBMjEg/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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SiHZ_y6ew0I/AAAAAAAAEJs/vwsROVBMjEg/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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SiHZ6YlxNcI/AAAAAAAAEJk/BqQCRJ-G9dw/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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SiHZ6YlxNcI/AAAAAAAAEJk/BqQCRJ-G9dw/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 ZezinhoMota<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-293152638610585626?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://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+01:00As duas Imagens abaixo são da autoria de Ben Goossens<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SetmddieAKI/AAAAAAAAEFU/XWoKgTOLapo/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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SetmddieAKI/AAAAAAAAEFU/XWoKgTOLapo/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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/Setl5dcylHI/AAAAAAAAEFM/waQJE-ApkYo/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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/Setl5dcylHI/AAAAAAAAEFM/waQJE-ApkYo/s400/Ben+Goossens1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326463022128075890" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-6112160003538646508?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-23052021619897762912009-03-24T18:36:00.005Z2009-03-24T18:47:25.177Z...............................A Menuet by Katie Swatland<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/Sckpo2l4hzI/AAAAAAAAD-c/Je5_7bu86Fc/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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/Sckpo2l4hzI/AAAAAAAAD-c/Je5_7bu86Fc/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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SckpfGDLkwI/AAAAAAAAD-U/1YpBB8KicgQ/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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SckpfGDLkwI/AAAAAAAAD-U/1YpBB8KicgQ/s400/Adelheid+Dietrich.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316826449264218882" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-2305202161989776291?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://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+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SOyhHnsp_NI/AAAAAAAAC20/UScPjOGQHPk/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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SOyhHnsp_NI/AAAAAAAAC20/UScPjOGQHPk/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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SOyhBml9KZI/AAAAAAAAC2s/o96gl5uBc-0/s1600-h/flautista-arranjo-.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SOyhBml9KZI/AAAAAAAAC2s/o96gl5uBc-0/s400/flautista-arranjo-.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254751914146212242" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-1643253758922565734?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://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+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SNvmiHVfsdI/AAAAAAAAC0c/sFsw5eoq_wM/s1600-h/183198682_28bcb8f599_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SNvmiHVfsdI/AAAAAAAAC0c/sFsw5eoq_wM/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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SNvmaFJPPfI/AAAAAAAAC0U/A6abebUB8yU/s1600-h/134094286_154ac8d5b7_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SNvmaFJPPfI/AAAAAAAAC0U/A6abebUB8yU/s400/134094286_154ac8d5b7_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250043126362357234" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-8775820348367505657?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://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+01:00Quero 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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SL2EnzuBp2I/AAAAAAAACvQ/TTVDI3-aj24/s1600-h/7553270-lg.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SL2EnzuBp2I/AAAAAAAACvQ/TTVDI3-aj24/s400/7553270-lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241491360762144610" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SL2DptvBGTI/AAAAAAAACu4/Tlx7AVuf8kE/s1600-h/Imagem+264.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SL2DptvBGTI/AAAAAAAACu4/Tlx7AVuf8kE/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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SL2EhW4ftLI/AAAAAAAACvI/LDSbWMJ4AuQ/s1600-h/7553273-lg.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SL2EhW4ftLI/AAAAAAAACvI/LDSbWMJ4AuQ/s400/7553273-lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241491249942213810" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-7483363543991547324?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-21855235003306275292008-08-03T21:12:00.001+01:002008-08-03T21:15:16.121+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SJYRVEU0HvI/AAAAAAAACbc/4Gb1rbdFLhQ/s1600-h/Camellia+Sketch+photo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SJYRVEU0HvI/AAAAAAAACbc/4Gb1rbdFLhQ/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 />SF<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-2185523500330627529?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://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+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SHiiUnGtLwI/AAAAAAAACWQ/3ZpwEzdOBAI/s1600-h/168731824_4ab8e0df62_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SHiiUnGtLwI/AAAAAAAACWQ/3ZpwEzdOBAI/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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SHih5DdLa9I/AAAAAAAACWI/P7o7IpaBhPY/s1600-h/anderson1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SHih5DdLa9I/AAAAAAAACWI/P7o7IpaBhPY/s400/anderson1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222101769488395218" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-3276715342997270408?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://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+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SGBX2eBYEII/AAAAAAAACTM/huIWtvmwtSE/s1600-h/Botikario+2006.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SGBX2eBYEII/AAAAAAAACTM/huIWtvmwtSE/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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SGBXegVEM1I/AAAAAAAACTE/HIxZiTrvm4I/s1600-h/Dmitry+Bezkorovayny4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SGBXegVEM1I/AAAAAAAACTE/HIxZiTrvm4I/s400/Dmitry+Bezkorovayny4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215264550081016658" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-6910504688881339440?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://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+01:00Quero trazer aqui outro poema de uma criança Brasileira!<br /><br />Adorei este conteúdo e espero que vocês também.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SFTgPRyve9I/AAAAAAAACQQ/p4OpOsUZSVo/s1600-h/Linda+Veit+-+Tiffin.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SFTgPRyve9I/AAAAAAAACQQ/p4OpOsUZSVo/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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SFTgBQY3TCI/AAAAAAAACQI/GenqkbEyTh8/s1600-h/Linda+Veit+-+01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SFTgBQY3TCI/AAAAAAAACQI/GenqkbEyTh8/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.net<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-1579549192782257692?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://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+01:00Encontrei este poema<br />de uma criança Brasileira<br />na sua escola.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SEJ6FTXzLJI/AAAAAAAACLw/vIhbgzBgNrk/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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SEJ6FTXzLJI/AAAAAAAACLw/vIhbgzBgNrk/s400/Fl%C3%A1vio+Coelho+-+Hope+-+Esperan%C3%A7a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206858350711745682" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SEJ5-RUNIvI/AAAAAAAACLo/iS-om71DcHY/s1600-h/caminhos+a+correr.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SEJ5-RUNIvI/AAAAAAAACLo/iS-om71DcHY/s400/caminhos+a+correr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206858229900714738" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SEJ508Si_4I/AAAAAAAACLg/nB7_EDI3ks4/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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SEJ508Si_4I/AAAAAAAACLg/nB7_EDI3ks4/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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SEJ5sVOOK6I/AAAAAAAACLY/iOBdbLPgSvI/s1600-h/fig.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SEJ5sVOOK6I/AAAAAAAACLY/iOBdbLPgSvI/s400/fig.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206857921711713186" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SEJ5j_ly5hI/AAAAAAAACLQ/1fy0SepaRyU/s1600-h/244268233_375e23640e_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SEJ5j_ly5hI/AAAAAAAACLQ/1fy0SepaRyU/s400/244268233_375e23640e_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206857778466055698" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SEJ5b0bP7BI/AAAAAAAACLI/uYCLxqxBVc4/s1600-h/Bianca+Van+Der+Werf.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SEJ5b0bP7BI/AAAAAAAACLI/uYCLxqxBVc4/s400/Bianca+Van+Der+Werf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206857638030076946" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-7999703299749598609?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://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+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SDQcOn4zpOI/AAAAAAAACHI/Z9KHox0dNTA/s1600-h/Botao+de+rosa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SDQcOn4zpOI/AAAAAAAACHI/Z9KHox0dNTA/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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SDQb_X4zpNI/AAAAAAAACHA/us2SUMADL3E/s1600-h/green.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SDQb_X4zpNI/AAAAAAAACHA/us2SUMADL3E/s400/green.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202814245077755090" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-7094263440412399805?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://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+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SCnx434zo9I/AAAAAAAACEE/briGaOnggj0/s1600-h/butterfiy_3029.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SCnx434zo9I/AAAAAAAACEE/briGaOnggj0/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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SCnxu34zo8I/AAAAAAAACD8/39nYWvR7lig/s1600-h/butterfiy_3023.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SCnxu34zo8I/AAAAAAAACD8/39nYWvR7lig/s400/butterfiy_3023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199953032354440130" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-7276156896090323740?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://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+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SCFkSxVPKII/AAAAAAAACC0/D6M7F1_hoaE/s1600-h/cachoeira.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SCFkSxVPKII/AAAAAAAACC0/D6M7F1_hoaE/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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SCFmChVPKLI/AAAAAAAACDM/hpJOnB6jplY/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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SCFmChVPKLI/AAAAAAAACDM/hpJOnB6jplY/s400/Jana+Vanourkova-In+the+Grenn+Zone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197547638455478450" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-3618004393967498092?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://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+01:00...........................PARA TODAS AS MÃES DO MUNDO!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SB2RwhVPJ4I/AAAAAAAAB_0/D5wT36nA1Uo/s1600-h/139927.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SB2RwhVPJ4I/AAAAAAAAB_0/D5wT36nA1Uo/s400/139927.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196469807822612354" /></a><br /><br />............................PARA ALÉM DE TODAS AS PALAVRAS!<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SB2RgxVPJ3I/AAAAAAAAB_s/KppmjHXCu1k/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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SB2RgxVPJ3I/AAAAAAAAB_s/KppmjHXCu1k/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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SB2RVBVPJ2I/AAAAAAAAB_k/Y2U0i1cduqg/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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SB2RVBVPJ2I/AAAAAAAAB_k/Y2U0i1cduqg/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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SB2RIhVPJ1I/AAAAAAAAB_c/WPdPIRwT9pI/s1600-h/sally_swatland_s1120_spring_plantings.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SB2RIhVPJ1I/AAAAAAAAB_c/WPdPIRwT9pI/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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SB2Q7hVPJ0I/AAAAAAAAB_U/o70ThpFBYmc/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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SB2Q7hVPJ0I/AAAAAAAAB_U/o70ThpFBYmc/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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SB2UAxVPJ5I/AAAAAAAAB_8/GAXX4_UqaDw/s1600-h/012.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SB2UAxVPJ5I/AAAAAAAAB_8/GAXX4_UqaDw/s400/012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196472286018742162" /></a><br /><br /><br />...........................................ZezinhoMota<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-7973590689927212357?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://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+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SBDSpxVPJkI/AAAAAAAAB8c/jNl9sZ6N6es/s1600-h/floresta.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SBDSpxVPJkI/AAAAAAAAB8c/jNl9sZ6N6es/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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SBDSZRVPJjI/AAAAAAAAB8U/hCbTplFUdJQ/s1600-h/With+Love+-+Imeem.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SBDSZRVPJjI/AAAAAAAAB8U/hCbTplFUdJQ/s400/With+Love+-+Imeem.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192881701949220402" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-4705410036936800688?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://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+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SAhuSf_ha0I/AAAAAAAAB4o/9vgdj6jAXrU/s1600-h/2335555387_9d87e34062_b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SAhuSf_ha0I/AAAAAAAAB4o/9vgdj6jAXrU/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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SAhuJv_hazI/AAAAAAAAB4g/-rUUi6G1KMs/s1600-h/2221236967_71943c461e_b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/SAhuJv_hazI/AAAAAAAAB4g/-rUUi6G1KMs/s400/2221236967_71943c461e_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190519684325272370" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-805752124621877357?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://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+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R_-18gSthsI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/lVNQpUTchpI/s1600-h/15377115_5397716_large_8a6196fbac8ccc6e7ca155418109f1ea.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R_-18gSthsI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/lVNQpUTchpI/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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R_-11gSthrI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/IjO5xFbd62k/s1600-h/26111353.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R_-11gSthrI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/IjO5xFbd62k/s400/26111353.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188065226560210610" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-9464352630491645?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://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+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R_aKZrty3nI/AAAAAAAABzU/nk87wCDHVAI/s1600-h/7fb14af05da1793dbffa27ff7de8d068_web.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R_aKZrty3nI/AAAAAAAABzU/nk87wCDHVAI/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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R_aKSrty3mI/AAAAAAAABzM/6B4cwYWw11Q/s1600-h/1669+flor.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R_aKSrty3mI/AAAAAAAABzM/6B4cwYWw11Q/s400/1669+flor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185484074540785250" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-1746651693508100569?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://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+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R-_q9bty3cI/AAAAAAAABxw/YyxF630m7J4/s1600-h/fd030.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R-_q9bty3cI/AAAAAAAABxw/YyxF630m7J4/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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R-_q0Lty3bI/AAAAAAAABxo/x08n5qYGUm4/s1600-h/Cerejeira%2520F11A.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R-_q0Lty3bI/AAAAAAAABxo/x08n5qYGUm4/s400/Cerejeira%2520F11A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183619878345694642" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-1370267528344321048?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-46466253545970495652008-03-24T19:02:00.002Z2008-03-24T19:08:54.656Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R-f7_rty3MI/AAAAAAAABvY/8_GB5qqAvC0/s1600-h/Hayleee_I_by_darkmatterzone.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R-f7_rty3MI/AAAAAAAABvY/8_GB5qqAvC0/s400/Hayleee_I_by_darkmatterzone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181386967798176962" /></a><br /><br />*O que é o amor?<br /><br />Quando o olhar sente a alma<br />Num penetrar que acalma<br />Faz o corpo estremecer<br />Os lábios falam baixinho<br />O corpo pede carinho<br />Num gesto de bem querer<br /><br />Ane Franco<br /><br />25/12/2007<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R-f7Xrty3LI/AAAAAAAABvQ/UoHgccPzQCo/s1600-h/flor10.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R-f7Xrty3LI/AAAAAAAABvQ/UoHgccPzQCo/s400/flor10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181386280603409586" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-4646625354597049565?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-61825233670816348602008-03-14T22:02:00.005Z2008-03-15T09:55:25.307ZHoje quero prestar homenagem à minha amiga!<br /><br />Lúcia Machado!<br /><br />Pelos poemas bonitos que nos apresenta,<br />com um preenchimento humano e revelando<br />toda a sensibilidade que contém nas palavras<br />que nos oferece!<br /><br />No seu blogue http://luciamachado31.blogspot.com/ <br /><br />Bem hajas amiga e os meus sinceros PARABÉNS! <br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R9ucyJwohZI/AAAAAAAABlw/ZRsamiS6GnI/s1600-h/slanting+glance.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R9ucyJwohZI/AAAAAAAABlw/ZRsamiS6GnI/s400/slanting+glance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177904582019810706" /></a><br /><br /><br />Os cinco sentidos do meu amar<br /><br />GOSTO da solidão…<br />…do refúgio da minha alma, nos recantos sentidos, do meu amar<br /><br />OLHAR a noite…<br />…a Lua nua, as estrelas cadentes, céu omnipotente, sobre a terra e o mar <br /><br />TOCAR as tuas mãos...<br />…toque, que me acalenta o peito que chora, um silêncio audível, em ritmos acelerados<br /><br />CHEIRAR a tua pele…<br />...é fresca maresia, perfume que se espalha, puro delírio, aroma raro, infiltrado<br /><br />OUVIR a tua voz…<br />…agita inquieta o meu pensamento, cria devaneios, ilusões no coração malfadado<br /><br /><br /><br />(Lúcia Machado)<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R9r2IpwohXI/AAAAAAAABlg/wC3--lzDV9I/s1600-h/STN02s~Velvet-Ladies-Posters.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R9r2IpwohXI/AAAAAAAABlg/wC3--lzDV9I/s400/STN02s~Velvet-Ladies-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177721350125028722" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-6182523367081634860?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-85675211716214549552008-03-12T10:45:00.006Z2008-03-14T17:57:48.686Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R9e0w5wohFI/AAAAAAAABiE/Q04zHONlaJA/s1600-h/john_kuhn_k1004_amaryllis.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R9e0w5wohFI/AAAAAAAABiE/Q04zHONlaJA/s400/john_kuhn_k1004_amaryllis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176805048917197906" /></a><br /><br />SAUDADES<br /><br />Da amizade, do amor...<br />é colorido encanto de viver-sentir,<br />lembranças, razão do bem-querer.<br />Saudade é fruir lonjuras,<br />acre-doce encontro, sedução, carinho.<br /><br />Saudade é ser e não ser: mil ideias,<br />presença na ausência. Sim!<br /><br />Autor Wanderlino Arruda<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R9e0pJwohEI/AAAAAAAABh8/bfpyXP0PhVA/s1600-h/flores+mulher+noite.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R9e0pJwohEI/AAAAAAAABh8/bfpyXP0PhVA/s400/flores+mulher+noite.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176804915773211714" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-8567521171621454955?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-80312052946274469332008-03-04T21:33:00.010Z2008-03-04T21:48:21.123Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R83Dir5L4GI/AAAAAAAABd8/crZEdSc-zns/s1600-h/R494~Soiree-III-Posters.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R83Dir5L4GI/AAAAAAAABd8/crZEdSc-zns/s400/R494~Soiree-III-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174006547584114786" /></a><br /><br />"Quando eu morrer voltarei <br />para buscar os instantes <br />que não vivi junto ao mar"<br /><br /><br />...Sophia de Mello Breyner<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R83Ddb5L4FI/AAAAAAAABd0/GBX4qAG_AiI/s1600-h/R495~Soiree-IV-Posters.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R83Ddb5L4FI/AAAAAAAABd0/GBX4qAG_AiI/s400/R495~Soiree-IV-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174006457389801554" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-8031205294627446933?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-74756901335727548972008-02-29T12:08:00.002Z2008-02-29T12:10:45.760Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R8f2BS-uVdI/AAAAAAAABbs/Qd99ZFOhuO0/s1600-h/dois+cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25B5es.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R8f2BS-uVdI/AAAAAAAABbs/Qd99ZFOhuO0/s400/dois+cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25B5es.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172373199193527762" /></a><br /><br /><br />O teu beijo no meu<br />Que loucura de paixão<br />Com o meu beijo no teu<br />Derrete o meu ser de ilusão.<br /><br />ZezinhoMotA<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R8f15C-uVcI/AAAAAAAABbk/GE68rifUuf4/s1600-h/Olhares-ricardo+canhoto.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R8f15C-uVcI/AAAAAAAABbk/GE68rifUuf4/s400/Olhares-ricardo+canhoto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172373057459606978" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-7475690133572754897?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-43315954909205932132008-02-22T10:35:00.010Z2008-02-23T11:53:00.320Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R76l_ofnL8I/AAAAAAAABU0/k5ymkg-PCjM/s1600-h/Mircea+BEZERGHEANU-Wild+flower.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R76l_ofnL8I/AAAAAAAABU0/k5ymkg-PCjM/s400/Mircea+BEZERGHEANU-Wild+flower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169751934888259522" /></a><br /><br /><br />*Onde estás?*<br /><br />Onde estás<br />Ó ser imaginado<br />Que eu amo<br />E que não vejo?<br />Oculto nalguma serra,<br />Nalgum ermo<br />Ou cidade?<br /><br />Onde estás<br />Oh Felicidade<br />Por quem eu<br />Suspiro e choro?<br />Onde estás<br />Pequeno amor<br />Pedaço dum sonho perdido?<br />Onde estás<br />Ó alma pura<br />Que eu trago sempre comigo?<br /><br />Ela assinava como "Ninguém" (Maria Eugénia)<br /><br /><br />P.S. - Um poema que um dia o meu primeiro amor me escrevera e nas minhas recordações o tenho guardado! E, ainda hoje penso nela, com muito carinho! ZezinhoMota<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R76l4ofnL7I/AAAAAAAABUs/MU_p2mAXVjA/s1600-h/0707310534221she_flies.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R76l4ofnL7I/AAAAAAAABUs/MU_p2mAXVjA/s400/0707310534221she_flies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169751814629175218" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-4331595490920593213?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-53590452838582776762008-02-14T17:59:00.001Z2008-02-14T18:02:34.992Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R7SB-ofnLnI/AAAAAAAABRQ/7TefOk3aTsE/s1600-h/kaveri_jha_11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R7SB-ofnLnI/AAAAAAAABRQ/7TefOk3aTsE/s400/kaveri_jha_11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166897585522683506" /></a><br /><br />DO AMOROSO ESQUECIMENTO<br /><br />Eu agora - que desfecho!<br />Já nem penso mais em ti...<br />Mas será que nunca deixo<br />De lembrar que te esqueci?<br /><br />Mario Quintana - Espelho Mágico<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R7SBvIfnLmI/AAAAAAAABRI/Imfc9VrjLIg/s1600-h/Rose_Bloemen.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R7SBvIfnLmI/AAAAAAAABRI/Imfc9VrjLIg/s400/Rose_Bloemen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166897319234711138" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-5359045283858277676?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-54578260976980835042008-02-05T18:27:00.001Z2008-02-05T18:44:12.191Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R6iuOR-HmWI/AAAAAAAABPM/lqQSAOdha1U/s1600-h/escreve+na+pauta.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R6iuOR-HmWI/AAAAAAAABPM/lqQSAOdha1U/s400/escreve+na+pauta.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163568533145622882" /></a><br /><br />BILHETE<br /><br />Se tu me amas,<br />ama-me baixinho.<br /><br />Não o grites de cima dos telhados,<br />deixa em paz os passarinhos.<br /><br />Deixa em paz a mim!<br /><br />Se me queres,<br />enfim,<br /><br />.....tem de ser bem devagarinho,<br />.....amada,<br /><br />.....que a vida é breve,<br />.....e o amor<br />.....mais breve ainda.<br /><br />Mario Quintana<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R6isgR-HmTI/AAAAAAAABO4/Nw0Tr_8iekE/s1600-h/Paula+Grenside+-+Cabbage+flower.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R6isgR-HmTI/AAAAAAAABO4/Nw0Tr_8iekE/s400/Paula+Grenside+-+Cabbage+flower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163566643360012594" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-5457826097698083504?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-55726850381058549242008-01-29T11:28:00.001Z2008-01-29T11:31:18.545Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R58OdB-HmLI/AAAAAAAABNw/rlwxFoONkNU/s1600-h/qd165n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R58OdB-HmLI/AAAAAAAABNw/rlwxFoONkNU/s400/qd165n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160859589897853106" /></a><br /><br /><br />Saudade<br /><br />Na solidão na penumbra do amanhecer.<br />Via você na noite, nas estrelas, nos planetas,<br />nos mares, no brilho do sol e no anoitecer.<br />Via você no ontem , no hoje, no amanhã…<br />Mas não via você no momento.<br />Que saudade…<br /><br /><br />Mário Quintana<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R58OAh-HmJI/AAAAAAAABNg/naUCwFAZUk4/s1600-h/Real_Power_by_Zaichick.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R58OAh-HmJI/AAAAAAAABNg/naUCwFAZUk4/s400/Real_Power_by_Zaichick.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160859100271581330" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-5572685038105854924?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-32188375496411041622007-12-17T16:23:00.000Z2007-12-17T16:59:59.867Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R2ai_9Dw82I/AAAAAAAABFo/ygd2nDne87g/s1600-h/rosas+para+ti.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R2ai_9Dw82I/AAAAAAAABFo/ygd2nDne87g/s400/rosas+para+ti.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144978843923182434" /></a><br /><br />Noite de fantasia<br />com muitas estrelas...<br /><br />Sonhei contigo<br />E na tua alegria...<br /><br />No nosso jardim<br />Sentados num banco<br />com uma luz ténue...<br /><br />Uma melodia rompe<br />em plena noite...<br />E tu acompanhaste<br />numa dança com paixão!<br /><br />Jardim do Éden!<br /><br />Num mundo irreal<br />num Universo àparte<br />era FELICIDADE!<br /><br />ZezinhoMota<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R2aistDw81I/AAAAAAAABFg/fyY97mJNOMk/s1600-h/Vezon+Thierry.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R2aistDw81I/AAAAAAAABFg/fyY97mJNOMk/s400/Vezon+Thierry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144978513210700626" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-3218837549641104162?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-72328065939086751522007-12-01T10:01:00.000Z2007-12-01T10:15:47.108Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R1E0GxTRx6I/AAAAAAAABAE/eqAe0g310pM/s1600-R/sol.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R1E0GxTRx6I/AAAAAAAABAE/qk-Olzhh_2E/s400/sol.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138945940724500386" /></a><br /><br />Raio de Sol <br /><br /><br />L uz para os que te amam <br />U m raio de Sol e alegria <br />C om o seu exemplo de vida <br />I rradias fé e esperança <br />A cada etapa vencida <br /><br />D eixa-nos sempre o otimismo <br />E m cada desafio vencido <br /><br />C omo homenagear em prosa <br />A lguém que é a própria poesia <br />S eria um desafio, musa querida <br />T ens a essência do amor <br />R ogo então, ao Pai Celeste <br />O milagre pra sua vida <br /><br /><br />Eliane Gonçalves*** <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R1Ez5xTRx5I/AAAAAAAAA_8/bdC-53VQEw4/s1600-R/o+nascer+do+sol.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/R1Ez5xTRx5I/AAAAAAAAA_8/OWp7hbK4dGM/s400/o+nascer+do+sol.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138945717386200978" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-7232806593908675152?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-72440946781305052892007-11-13T18:29:00.001Z2007-11-13T18:32:01.643Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RzntboBwp9I/AAAAAAAAA7c/q4GKH_HoD5c/s1600-h/Vicente+Concha5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RzntboBwp9I/AAAAAAAAA7c/q4GKH_HoD5c/s400/Vicente+Concha5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132394309222442962" /></a><br /><br />Beija-me<br /><br />Beija-me agora!<br />Sem pressa e sem demora!<br />Com ânsia,<br />Com fogo,<br />Me envolva no seu jogo!<br />Beija-me!<br />O corpo todo,<br />Me tira daqui,<br />Me leva pra lá,<br />Me faça querer mais,<br />Quando tiver que acabar!<br />Beija-me!<br />Com ousadia,<br />Seja levado,<br />Não se contenha,<br />Seja atrevido!...<br />Beija-me!<br />Mata em mim<br />Essa louca vontade de você!<br />Mostra pra mim<br />Como seria gostoso,<br />Provar de você...<br /><br /><br />Letícia Thompson<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RzntS4Bwp8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/Xx_9qrcI1Gc/s1600-h/Vicente+Concha8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RzntS4Bwp8I/AAAAAAAAA7U/Xx_9qrcI1Gc/s400/Vicente+Concha8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132394158898587586" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-7244094678130505289?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-40621172413035777532007-11-04T12:19:00.000Z2007-11-04T12:25:26.134Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/Ry25_zPfT1I/AAAAAAAAA4I/z68z_kSa8W8/s1600-h/Image8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/Ry25_zPfT1I/AAAAAAAAA4I/z68z_kSa8W8/s400/Image8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128960056382934866" /></a><br /><br /><br />UMA ROSA PRA VOCÊ<br /><br />Uma rosa para você<br />Quero te dar a mais bela<br />Mas se for do meu jardim<br />Eu quero te dar a Camélia.<br /><br />Esta rosa é muito pura<br />Tem um branco encantador<br />Tem uma pureza incrível<br />Assim como o meu amor.<br /><br />Se não quiser a camélia<br />Eu posso te dar o Jasmim<br />Só não quero é te perder<br />Pois te quero para mim.<br /><br />Ofereço-te a rosa Dália<br />Na cor que você desejar<br />Porque estou completamente<br />Vivendo para te amar.<br /><br />Poderei te dar um cravo<br />Que é lindo e perfumado<br />E tem cheiro de desejos<br />Que sente os apaixonados.<br /><br />Dou-te um bouqué de Hortênsia<br />Se você me permitir<br />Porque jamais eu pretendo<br />De sua vida sair.<br /><br />Pode escolher qualquer rosa<br />Que te darei com carinho<br />Mas não posso permitir<br />Que saias do meu caminho.<br /><br />Qualquer rosa que eu te der<br />Será a rosa do amor<br />Dada com muito carinho<br />Por este coração sofredor.<br /><br /><br />Autor José Gomes<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/Ry25ujPfT0I/AAAAAAAAA4A/J2ls5cfaCvA/s1600-h/111750.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/Ry25ujPfT0I/AAAAAAAAA4A/J2ls5cfaCvA/s400/111750.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128959760030191426" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-4062117241303577753?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-63489897206288189632007-10-22T21:16:00.000+01:002007-10-22T21:19:18.019+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/Rx0FbbNtS5I/AAAAAAAAA1c/mgjp-qtQVtk/s1600-h/2933987.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/Rx0FbbNtS5I/AAAAAAAAA1c/mgjp-qtQVtk/s400/2933987.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124257919737351058" /></a><br /><br />Para Ti… Que me Amas,<br />Para Ti… Que eu Amo,<br />Te dedico Todas...<br />...Todas as Palavras d'Amor & Paixão<br />Que até hoje saíram de Mim! <br /><br /><br />chinezzinha<br />.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/Rx0FRrNtS4I/AAAAAAAAA1U/cRWuJUGAZMk/s1600-h/Sample08.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/Rx0FRrNtS4I/AAAAAAAAA1U/cRWuJUGAZMk/s400/Sample08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124257752233626498" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-6348989720628818963?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-64135712744090002792007-10-14T21:43:00.001+01:002007-10-14T21:47:30.268+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RxKABLNtSnI/AAAAAAAAAyY/juXuQO7fG4U/s1600-h/396411882_57605500f9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RxKABLNtSnI/AAAAAAAAAyY/juXuQO7fG4U/s400/396411882_57605500f9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121296483952183922" /></a><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 /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RxJ_lLNtSmI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VcGkS1KTJR8/s1600-h/1132067132_f.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RxJ_lLNtSmI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VcGkS1KTJR8/s400/1132067132_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121296002915846754" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-6413571274409000279?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-52960745631287186182007-10-07T20:25:00.001+01:002007-10-07T20:28:51.675+01:00Ao fim de uns dias com o meu pc avariado<br />regresso com um novo<br />e espero que continuem a gostar<br />das minhas escolhas.<br /><br />Quero evidenciar este poema<br />que hoje encontrei na net!<br /><br />Pequenino e tão bonito!<br /><br />Faço uma vénia à autora!<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/Rwky7U7mieI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/BM54Z_FrSzY/s1600-h/4556722.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/Rwky7U7mieI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/BM54Z_FrSzY/s400/4556722.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118678446295648738" /></a><br /><br />Suave Carícia…<br />Adoro sentir o vento, que docemente….<br />acaricia meus cabelos e, … com seus dedos suaves, <br />… os beija… e neles larga… um doce aroma inebriante<br />… do mar lá longe… aqui tão perto…<br /><br /><br />13 de Agosto de 2007<br /><br />Chinezzinha<br /><br />Direitos Autorais Reservados<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/Rwkyx07midI/AAAAAAAAAuI/hfKOXwJxdtw/s1600-h/seaflower.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/Rwkyx07midI/AAAAAAAAAuI/hfKOXwJxdtw/s400/seaflower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118678283086891474" /></a><br /><br /><br />As imagens são retiradas da Internet!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-5296074563128718618?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-51359745286190664982007-09-23T01:16:00.001+01:002007-12-10T15:57:10.142ZEnquanto procurava ne Internet algo, <br />encontrei este pequeno poema<br />que gostei imenso.<br /><br />Espero que gostem!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RvWw3U7miBI/AAAAAAAAApI/NrPywKrVuWM/s1600-h/o+sol+na+terra.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RvWw3U7miBI/AAAAAAAAApI/NrPywKrVuWM/s400/o+sol+na+terra.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113187416507058194" /></a><br /><br /><br />Nesta estação de mudanças,<br />De tantas cores belas ao vento…<br />Que haja nela a lembrança,<br />De tanto choro de criança,<br />Que está em sofrimento.<br /><br />Autor Sir - K<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RvWwok7miAI/AAAAAAAAApA/1EGKto9WyUg/s1600-h/crianca+que++chora.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RvWwok7miAI/AAAAAAAAApA/1EGKto9WyUg/s400/crianca+que++chora.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113187163103987714" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-5135974528619066498?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-10335806195094610332007-09-12T16:33:00.001+01:002007-09-12T16:38:24.644+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RugHvmQYWWI/AAAAAAAAAj4/7Ok9NgPcmlk/s1600-h/5bfd.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RugHvmQYWWI/AAAAAAAAAj4/7Ok9NgPcmlk/s400/5bfd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109342291556325730" /></a><br /><br />Ternura e vibração<br />Tua beleza, <br />o teu saber, <br />o encanto da tua alegria, <br />A meiguice e a suavidade dos gestos, <br />O brilho do teu olhar, <br />Tua voz doce e gostosa, <br />A riqueza de tuas palavras, <br />Tudo em ti, minha querida, <br />É motivo de muito amor, <br />Um inesquecível realizar de sonhos. <br />Um minuto de tua presença <br />Vale um milhão de séculos.<br />Tua luz ilumina um infinito inteiro. <br />É ternura, <br />É intensa vibração <br />para um renascer de felicidade.<br />Wanderlino Arruda<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RugHkGQYWVI/AAAAAAAAAjw/v0SGnaPwz-8/s1600-h/flores+vermelhas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RugHkGQYWVI/AAAAAAAAAjw/v0SGnaPwz-8/s400/flores+vermelhas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109342093987830098" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-1033580619509461033?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-37720899819263311442007-09-09T11:06:00.001+01:002007-09-09T11:18:20.940+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RuPGfxEo9YI/AAAAAAAAAf4/QbDV68rh8Ks/s1600-h/bruno+di+maio9.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RuPGfxEo9YI/AAAAAAAAAf4/QbDV68rh8Ks/s400/bruno+di+maio9.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108144651419317634" /></a><br /> {Pintura de Bruno Di Maio}<br /><br /><br />AGUARELAS DO TEU CORPO <br /><br /><br />Aqueço o meu olhar nas aguarelas<br />do teu corpo<br />e desenho o quadro<br />que nem o sol conseguirá<br />pintar.<br /><br />Detenho-me sonolenta na <br />madrugada dos teus <br />beijos incontroláveis <br />de prazer e,<br />paro no tempo, um instante,<br />e sinto o teu Poema na sombra<br />do entardecer, caminhando em carinhos e<br />cânticos de amor.<br /><br />O poema, <br />Será sempre teu <br />entrelaçado no meu cabelo<br />e acariciando os teus dedos, onde <br />a areia escorre<br />entre sonhos e <br />Instantes de mim.<br /><br />E cúmplices dos mesmos<br />momentos, olhamos o mar<br />companhia de beijos e carícias<br />de ti.<br /><br />Sinto nas tuas mãos <br />uma harmonia de gestos <br />e certezas duma glória intensa<br />desta paixão escrita por detrás do<br />meu olhar...<br /><br /><br />Amália LOPES<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RuPHqREo9ZI/AAAAAAAAAgA/PK7FER4GtGc/s1600-h/Imagem4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RuPHqREo9ZI/AAAAAAAAAgA/PK7FER4GtGc/s400/Imagem4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108145931319571858" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-3772089981926331144?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-80370335108895962052007-09-03T13:38:00.000+01:002007-09-03T13:41:39.817+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RtwAxhEo88I/AAAAAAAAAa8/p_o2RM6HDbs/s1600-h/Hector++Brandan9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RtwAxhEo88I/AAAAAAAAAa8/p_o2RM6HDbs/s400/Hector++Brandan9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105956928222720962" /></a><br /><br />Beija - flor !!<br /><br /><br />Este lindo beija-flor<br />Beija sorrateiramente<br />As flores com amor<br /><br />É um belo beija-flor<br />Com suas asinhas<br />Parecendo uma hélice<br />A sugar o néctar<br />E beneficiar a flor<br /><br />Assim quero ser<br />Um lindo beija-flor<br />A amor distribuir<br />Por este mundo afora<br />Num ritual de muito amor.<br /><br /> Autora; Marici Bross<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RtwAlBEo87I/AAAAAAAAAa0/vBfEsD8GwNY/s1600-h/magiabeijaflor.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RtwAlBEo87I/AAAAAAAAAa0/vBfEsD8GwNY/s400/magiabeijaflor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105956713474356146" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-8037033510889596205?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-79224937653895654922007-08-29T22:41:00.000+01:002007-08-29T22:48:14.625+01:00Vivi-Brasil<br /><br />Este post eu to dedico com muito carinho<br />o poema não é meu, mas diz <br />aquilo que eu sinto por ti<br />Uma amizade dedicada <br />e um carinho muito especial!<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RtXocREo8uI/AAAAAAAAAYA/_67uzMcD7iY/s1600-h/poema+wanderlino.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RtXocREo8uI/AAAAAAAAAYA/_67uzMcD7iY/s400/poema+wanderlino.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104241325011170018" /></a><br /><br />IGUAIS<br /><br />Duas gotas de sangue se encontraram<br />Vindas de corpos diferentes<br />No chão, ficaram sementes<br />Duas flores romperam...e se abraçaram<br /><br />Siamesas no Amor, não tinham raça nem cor!<br /><br />Alexandrina Pereira<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RtXoSBEo8tI/AAAAAAAAAX4/IesFR6Uq-8w/s1600-h/Spencer+Jimmie+Lee.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RtXoSBEo8tI/AAAAAAAAAX4/IesFR6Uq-8w/s400/Spencer+Jimmie+Lee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104241148917510866" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-7922493765389565492?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-42319712610665900782007-08-24T22:20:00.000+01:002007-08-24T22:25:30.358+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/Rs9MjxEo8pI/AAAAAAAAAXY/GHTPpv1_wno/s1600-h/flor+com+texto.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/Rs9MjxEo8pI/AAAAAAAAAXY/GHTPpv1_wno/s400/flor+com+texto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102381080185991826" /></a><br /><br />Sorria <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br />Sorria...<br />abra as janelas da alma!<br /> Deixe o sol entrar<br />iluminando seu dia...<br />transformando a tristeza<br />em felicidade... em alegria!<br /> <br />Sorria<br />para o estranho que passa.<br />Não custa nada... é de graça.<br />E mesmo que ele ache graça...<br />E de você faça troça<br />Será contagiado pela alegria!<br /> <br /> <br />Sorria<br />para o solitário velhinho...<br />para o mendigo esfarrapado...<br /> para o vizinho do lado...<br />para os namorados.<br />Não custa nada... é de graça!<br />e será para eles<br /> um presente inesperado!<br /> <br />Sorria...<br />sorria para o sol...para as flores...<br />para os pássaros...<br />para a noite...para o dia!<br />O brilho de um sorriso<br />é um vírus contagiante<br />transforma a vida<br />em um mar de boa energia! <br /><br />autoria de Vyrena <br /> <br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/Rs9MaREo8oI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/qtDPG1fuEgI/s1600-h/Talia107.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/Rs9MaREo8oI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/qtDPG1fuEgI/s400/Talia107.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102380916977234562" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-4231971261066590078?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-35960438144155385112007-08-18T11:59:00.001+01:002007-08-18T12:01:20.444+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RsbRXREo8fI/AAAAAAAAAWI/phexSW0SI8U/s1600-h/1140783231_f.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RsbRXREo8fI/AAAAAAAAAWI/phexSW0SI8U/s400/1140783231_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099993825693725170" /></a><br /><br /><br />Adeus<br /><br />Quem nunca disse adeus...<br />Não conhece a dor da despedida!<br />É como um punhal cravado no peito.<br />Vai calando...machucando...perfurando<br />A alma e o coração da gente!<br /> <br />Os olhos ficam logo rasos d’agua...<br />A lágrima cai...de repente...<br />Nos assola uma angústia profunda...<br />A saudade bate adiantada...<br />Só ao pensar na solidão iminente!<br /> <br />Adeus... é dor sem remédio...<br />Sem cura... sem paliativo.<br />Nada serve de consolo...<br />Nem abraços... nem beijos...<br />Ou as carícias na hora da partida!<br /><br />Vyrena<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RsbROBEo8eI/AAAAAAAAAWA/hDdQDU5E6sU/s1600-h/Pictured-Rocks-06-3717.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RsbROBEo8eI/AAAAAAAAAWA/hDdQDU5E6sU/s400/Pictured-Rocks-06-3717.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099993666779935202" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-3596043814415538511?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-67893160617973839122007-08-11T19:25:00.000+01:002007-08-11T19:29:53.140+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/Rr3_nX_dwzI/AAAAAAAAAVo/LFgCJ3aYW-E/s1600-h/by+emmanuel+enyinwa+3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/Rr3_nX_dwzI/AAAAAAAAAVo/LFgCJ3aYW-E/s400/by+emmanuel+enyinwa+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097511405173457714" /></a><br /><br /><br />Se tu me amas, ama-me baixinho <br />Não o grites de cima dos telhados <br />Deixa em paz os passarinhos <br />Deixa em paz a mim!<br /><br />Se me queres, enfim,<br />tem de ser bem devagarinho, Amada,<br />que a vida é breve, e o amor mais breve ainda ... <br /><br />Mário Quintana<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/Rr3_dX_dwyI/AAAAAAAAAVg/3rJdnu0Yqwc/s1600-h/by+emmanuel+enyinwa+24.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/Rr3_dX_dwyI/AAAAAAAAAVg/3rJdnu0Yqwc/s400/by+emmanuel+enyinwa+24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097511233374765858" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-6789316061797383912?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-40472219434426603872007-08-05T11:18:00.000+01:002007-08-05T11:24:16.269+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RrWkhn_dwtI/AAAAAAAAAU4/FHuSaC9RfjQ/s1600-h/4421108-lg.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RrWkhn_dwtI/AAAAAAAAAU4/FHuSaC9RfjQ/s400/4421108-lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095159451017396946" /></a><br /><br /> MORENA-FLOR<br /><br /><br /> Linda morena, <br /> que encanto é você ! <br /><br /> Alegre,felina,dengosa,<br /> você é mais,<br /> muito mais que uma rosa<br /> num belo jardim.<br /><br /> Você é luz que traduz<br /> felicidade pra mim !<br /><br /> Oh! que beleza,<br /> que encanto é você ! <br /><br /><br /> Wanderlino Arruda<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RrWkX3_dwsI/AAAAAAAAAUw/GoLg93yentM/s1600-h/paulo+rebelo++loriente+17.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RrWkX3_dwsI/AAAAAAAAAUw/GoLg93yentM/s400/paulo+rebelo++loriente+17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095159283513672386" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-4047221943442660387?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-86664878261111972802007-07-12T22:27:00.001+01:002007-07-12T22:30:20.897+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RpadGoz4dOI/AAAAAAAAATs/LLL9IifyddA/s1600-h/by+Hector+Brandan.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RpadGoz4dOI/AAAAAAAAATs/LLL9IifyddA/s400/by+Hector+Brandan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086425566521357538" /></a><br /><br />Na verdade amigos<br />Eu quero mesmo ser<br />um pequeno Beija Flor...<br /><br />Para entrar pela tua janela e levar<br />um pouco de alegria, paz e Amor!<br /><br />Com Todo o Carinho de Um Beija Flor!<br /><br />Thais S Francisco<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/Rpac9Yz4dNI/AAAAAAAAATk/_5mRulznAi4/s1600-h/by+Hector+Brandan2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/Rpac9Yz4dNI/AAAAAAAAATk/_5mRulznAi4/s400/by+Hector+Brandan2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086425407607567570" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-8666487826111197280?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-64314540616004012642007-06-29T13:57:00.000+01:002007-06-29T14:09:46.719+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RoUCN7gXmhI/AAAAAAAAAS8/lSi190BLnF4/s1600-h/July+D000.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RoUCN7gXmhI/AAAAAAAAAS8/lSi190BLnF4/s400/July+D000.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081470192892484114" /></a><br /><br /> A menina pó de arroz<br /><br /> A menina pó de arroz,<br /> Nascida à beira do mar<br /> Com o oceano nos olhos<br /> E com sorrisos de lua<br /> Nos seus lábios pequeninos<br /> Que nunca ninguém beijou,<br /> A menina pó de arroz,<br /> Com seus cabelos de cobre<br /> Onde o vento vem brincar,<br /> Assoma à sua janela<br /> P'ra ver a noite estrelada,<br /> Para ouvir os sons da noite,<br /> Para beber o luar.<br /> Para ter em suas mãos<br /> Macias, longas e brancas,<br /> A noite tépida e branda,<br /> A velha noite calada.<br /> A menina pó de arroz,<br /> Que por uma abreviatura<br /> Do seu nome arrevesado<br /> É chamada entre família<br /> Por um nome miudinho<br /> De marca de pó de arroz,<br /> Com seu corpinho de fada<br /> Que saiu de alguma fonte<br /> Que há pouco perdeu o encanto,<br /> Com a cabeça nas mãos,<br /> Enquanto na casa dormem,<br /> Veio pôr-se na janela<br /> Para que a noite a beijasse.<br /> A menina pó de atroz<br /> Estará enamorada?<br /><br /><br /><br /> António Rebordão Navarro<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RoUCFLgXmgI/AAAAAAAAAS0/srRc1jUmJMQ/s1600-h/July+D..jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RoUCFLgXmgI/AAAAAAAAAS0/srRc1jUmJMQ/s400/July+D..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081470042568628738" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-6431454061600401264?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-29932758777200730882007-06-19T22:20:00.001+01:002007-06-19T22:23:26.170+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RnhI3tykaVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/0NSFDUi32-4/s1600-h/MirceaBEZERGHEANU.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RnhI3tykaVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/0NSFDUi32-4/s400/MirceaBEZERGHEANU.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077888701881936210" /></a><br /><br /><br />O sorriso... é o cartão de visita das pessoas saudáveis. <br />Distribua-o gentilmente. <br /><br />O diálogo... é a ponte que liga as duas margens, do eu à do tu. <br />Transmite-o bastante. <br /><br />O amor... é a melhor música na partitura da vida. <br />Sem ele, você será um(a) eterno(a) desafinado(a). <br /><br />A bondade... é a flor mais atraente do jardim de um coração bem cultivado. <br />Plante estas flores. <br /><br />A alegria... é o perfume gratificante, fruto do dever cumprido. <br />Esbanje-o, o mundo precisa dele. <br /><br />A paz da consciência... é o melhor travesseiro para o sono da tranqüilidade.<br />Viva em paz consigo mesmo. <br /><br />A fé... é a bússola certa para os navios errantes, incertos, buscando as praias da eternidade. <br />Utilize-a sempre. <br /><br />A esperança...é o vento bom enfunando as velas do nosso barco. <br />Chame-o para dentro do seu cotidiano.<br /><br /><br />Autor desconhecido<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RnhJB9ykaWI/AAAAAAAAAR8/5KImzswPz_M/s1600-h/by+Mircea+BEZERGHEANU.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RnhJB9ykaWI/AAAAAAAAAR8/5KImzswPz_M/s400/by+Mircea+BEZERGHEANU.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077888877975595362" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-2993275877720073088?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-14864798046197694742007-06-13T19:12:00.000+01:002007-06-13T19:25:45.017+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RnA0ENykaUI/AAAAAAAAARs/FooWCrVcvQY/s1600-h/aguas+31.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RnA0ENykaUI/AAAAAAAAARs/FooWCrVcvQY/s400/aguas+31.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075614027072432450" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Que os teus abraços tragam<br />A suavidade e o quente<br />Do teu corpo<br />Contra o meu!!!<br /><br />Que os teus beijos<br />Sejam a volúpia<br />Do orgasmo<br /> que está para acontecer!<br /><br />Que o prazer<br />Que o teu corpo trás ao meu<br />Seja o de um orgasmo<br />Ilimitado<br />E sem fim!<br /><br /><br />Autor desconhecido<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RnAz5NykaTI/AAAAAAAAARk/7JWxzSPOCow/s1600-h/suavizar.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RnAz5NykaTI/AAAAAAAAARk/7JWxzSPOCow/s400/suavizar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075613838093871410" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-1486479804619769474?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-40811995467808540582007-06-06T23:35:00.000+01:002007-06-06T23:39:47.873+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/Rmc3aNykaLI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/K0N_lg9VArI/s1600-h/by+Cris+Ardelean2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/Rmc3aNykaLI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/K0N_lg9VArI/s400/by+Cris+Ardelean2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073084428774041778" /></a><br /><br /><br />AMAR<br /><br />Amar é saudar a eternidade<br />é voar alem de nossas fronteiras<br />e sentir a brisa de seu olhar.<br /><br />Amar vai alem de nossa compreensão<br />fazendo nos mergulhar no infinito<br />da paixão.<br /><br />Amar é conhecer em seu olhar<br />a fronteira inexistente<br />e acordar nos braços<br />e no calor de seu amor<br /><br />Rogério Miranda<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/Rmc3M9ykaKI/AAAAAAAAAQI/SKmBbSClAcE/s1600-h/moonlight+princess.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/Rmc3M9ykaKI/AAAAAAAAAQI/SKmBbSClAcE/s400/moonlight+princess.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073084201140775074" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-4081199546780854058?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-62728554220595374312007-06-01T22:45:00.000+01:002007-06-01T22:49:24.950+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RmCUFuFtj6I/AAAAAAAAAPw/nOKRV-oTw4w/s1600-h/Harold+Feinstein3.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RmCUFuFtj6I/AAAAAAAAAPw/nOKRV-oTw4w/s400/Harold+Feinstein3.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071216006411423650" /></a><br /><br />Bater Asas...<br /><br />O poeta tem suas asas de magia<br />Para alcançar vôos condoreiros<br />E flutuar no seu reino, a poesia.<br />Que Alegria!<br />O poeta foge alado das tristezas<br />As da vida desafinando canções<br />Tocadas com as notas da beleza.<br />Que Proeza!<br />O poeta voa longe da realidade<br />Essa dona do mundo de trocas<br />E de homens donos da verdade.<br />Que Sensibilidade!<br />O poeta bate asas até o infinito<br />E encontra sem cadeias o amor<br />De concreto de papel ou o mito.<br />Que Bonito!<br /><br />Autora Vilma Duarte<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RmCT2eFtj5I/AAAAAAAAAPo/7nEMin9Izow/s1600-h/JoSon.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RmCT2eFtj5I/AAAAAAAAAPo/7nEMin9Izow/s400/JoSon.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071215744418418578" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-6272855422059537431?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-8293299067356040992007-05-24T22:23:00.001+01:002007-05-24T22:27:30.094+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RlYC3xm9QQI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ueHaGpxeVlk/s1600-h/of+cold+comfort-by+Kevin+Thom.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RlYC3xm9QQI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ueHaGpxeVlk/s400/of+cold+comfort-by+Kevin+Thom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068241587884867842" /></a><br /><br /><br />Amor perfeito<br /> <br />Existirá o amor perfeito<br />ou somente existe a flor?<br />Se no mundo ele existir...<br />Eu quero ter esse amor!<br /> Se um dia o encontrasse...<br />Escondê-lo-ia muito bem.<br />Para que... tirá-lo de mim...<br />Não ousasse ninguém!<br /> Se o amor perfeito existisse<br />Sincero seria também.<br />Será que esse amor existe?<br />Será que existe em alguém?<br /><br /><br />Vyrena<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RlYCoxm9QPI/AAAAAAAAAO4/nLBpB5-39Kk/s1600-h/by+Mircea+BEZERGHEANU+-+dream+II.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RlYCoxm9QPI/AAAAAAAAAO4/nLBpB5-39Kk/s400/by+Mircea+BEZERGHEANU+-+dream+II.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068241330186830066" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-829329906735604099?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-21600844852987857622007-05-22T00:14:00.000+01:002007-05-22T00:18:35.086+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RlIocxm9QKI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/mO7fwSpEIHQ/s1600-h/Nicole+Dark+Portrait.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RlIocxm9QKI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/mO7fwSpEIHQ/s400/Nicole+Dark+Portrait.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067157005563412642" /></a><br /><br />ILUSÃO DE MENINA<br /> <br />Pensei que fosse amor.<br />Pensei!<br />Quando o via<br />entontecia...<br />enlanguescia!<br />Pensava que amava.<br />Pensava!<br />O coração doía...<br />parece que saía<br />de meu peito...<br />a vagar<br />pelo mundo da fantasia!<br />Mas.. de repente...<br />tudo passou...<br />tudo acabou...<br />só a saudade restou!<br />Foi amor?<br />Não foi.<br />Foi ilusão de menina...<br />que o tempo enterrou!<br /><br /><br /> Vyrena<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RlIoIBm9QJI/AAAAAAAAAOI/I136BJv1SAc/s1600-h/STRONG+eyeadam+orz+echowski.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RlIoIBm9QJI/AAAAAAAAAOI/I136BJv1SAc/s400/STRONG+eyeadam+orz+echowski.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067156649081127058" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-2160084485298785762?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-9779491106437658832007-05-18T11:03:00.000+01:002007-05-18T11:08:53.755+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/Rk166xm9QDI/AAAAAAAAANY/GKEIh-KGhuI/s1600-h/o+beijar+da++mulher.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/Rk166xm9QDI/AAAAAAAAANY/GKEIh-KGhuI/s400/o+beijar+da++mulher.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065840306029412402" /></a><br /><br /> ATRAÇÃO VIRTUAL<br /> <br />Tua mensagem apareceu de repente<br />na tela de meu computador!<br />Querias teclar comigo...ser meu amigo!<br />A indecisão tomou conta de mim...<br />Aceitar... ignorar?<br /><br />Depois de pensar<br />acabei aceitando. Continuamos teclando!<br />Marcamos encontros... combinamos horários.<br />O tempo foi passando ... nós nos <br />encontrando...<br />até mesmo nos acariciando<br />só no virtual!<br /><br />Cresce em mim uma ansiedade<br />Um desejo enorme de te encontrar<br />no real!<br />Uma atração toda feita de agonia...<br />uma vontade louca de voar nas estrelas...<br />atravessar o espaço <br />empurrada pelo vento<br />só pra te tocar... te abraçar...<br />ver teu rosto...conhecer teu olhar!<br /><br />Viajar num sonho...feito de realidade<br />em que possa te beijar... te amar!<br />Sentir o calor do teu corpo<br />no meu corpo<br />Sentir o gosto da tua boca<br />em minha boca!<br />Depois voltar<br />e morrer aos poucos<br />de tanta saudade!!!!<br /><br />Vyrena <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/Rk16pRm9QCI/AAAAAAAAANQ/n6fVgoddmog/s1600-h/zeus.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/Rk16pRm9QCI/AAAAAAAAANQ/n6fVgoddmog/s400/zeus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065840005381701666" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-977949110643765883?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-10744713438332041732007-05-13T20:45:00.000+01:002007-05-13T20:50:34.435+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RkdrexW3UaI/AAAAAAAAAMw/nNiG_9msewg/s1600-h/4555f42606c94.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RkdrexW3UaI/AAAAAAAAAMw/nNiG_9msewg/s400/4555f42606c94.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064134482390897058" /></a><br /><br />PEDACINHO DE VOCÊ<br /><br />Caminho da fé,<br />suavidade do poder,<br />sem você perceber<br />ela contagia todo<br />seu corpo, traçando<br />seu caminho.<br />Pedacinho de você<br />que faz parte de sua<br />vontade. Fé louca<br />maneira de viver,<br />desafiando toda a sua<br />emoção em busca de<br />sua razão.<br /><br /><br />Rogério Miranda<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RkdrsBW3UbI/AAAAAAAAAM4/HJQHFT6CdcE/s1600-h/432075d513245.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RkdrsBW3UbI/AAAAAAAAAM4/HJQHFT6CdcE/s400/432075d513245.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064134710024163762" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-1074471343833204173?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-90960269635442370712007-05-03T17:00:00.000+01:002007-05-03T17:17:22.198+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RjoHrRW3UOI/AAAAAAAAALE/7qEqsSuQK8s/s1600-h/HPIM++0346.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RjoHrRW3UOI/AAAAAAAAALE/7qEqsSuQK8s/s400/HPIM++0346.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060365571279245538" /></a><br /><a <br /><br />Um desafio <br /><br />Que me foi feito pela<br />Mónica<br />Do blog<br />Oceano de Sonho<br /><br /><br />Agradeço à Mónica, por me ter convidado a prosseguir este jogo, não o fiz à mais tempo, porque tenho estado um pouco parado. Por isso Amiga Mónica peço-te que me desculpes pelo atraso.<br /><br />7 coisas que faço bem:<br />1 - Sorrir!<br />2 – Sou um amigo atento, que gosta de ajudar!<br />3 – Gosto muito de escrever, acho que desde os 10 anitos que o faço!<br />4 – Faço Poesia, para mim é a minha Estrela!<br />5 - Viajar!<br />6 – Animar quem está triste, e não é assim tão pouca gente!<br />7 – Elogiar uma mulher bonita, de preferência acompanhar com uma linda flor!<br /><br />7 coisas que não faço ou não sei fazer:<br />1- Odiar só sei amar!<br />2- Ignorar quem me faz mal, mas o amor fica!<br />3- A Mentira para mim é a parte besta do ser humano!<br />4- Ser Preconceituoso, seja qual for o fim!<br />5- Não guardo rancor a quem fale de mim, nas minhas costas sem razão!<br />6- Bajular, nem o sei fazer!<br />7- Esconder de alguém que errou, jamais!<br /><br />7 coisas que me atraem no sexo oposto:<br />1- O Sorriso;<br />2- O Olhar olhos nos olhos;<br />3- Carinhosa;<br />4- Simpatia;<br />5- Simplicidade<br />6- Inteligência<br />7- Honestidade;<br /><br />7 coisas que digo frequentemente:<br />1- Que linda mulher...<br />2- Que bonitos olhos!...<br />3- Por favor seja feliz;<br />4- Tudo bem?...<br />5- O mundo são dois dias e este já vai na conta!...<br />6- Pelo simples facto de acordar já sou feliz;<br />7- Sonho e amo sonhar.<br /><br />7 actores/actrizes que admiro:<br />1- Júlia Roberts.<br />2- Jodie Foster.<br />3- Angelina Jolie.<br />4- Meg Ryan.<br />5- Julie Andrwes.<br />6- Maria Medeiros.<br />7- Robert de Niro.<br /><br />7 filmes favoritos:<br />1- Musica no Coração.<br />2- E Tudo o Vento Levou.<br />3- Violino no Telhado..<br />4- O Silêncio dos Inocentes.<br />5- Os Intocáveis.<br />6- À Beira do Abismo.<br />7- Bobby (Indiano)<br /><br />Não vou nomear os 7 blogs para prosseguirem este jogo, ficam convidados todos que aqui entram, prossegue quem o entender.<br /><br /><br />ZezinhoMota<br /><br /><br /><br />href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RjoHaBW3UNI/AAAAAAAAAK8/6o464S8gwwU/s1600-h/trocadilho+de+palavras+post.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RjoHaBW3UNI/AAAAAAAAAK8/6o464S8gwwU/s400/trocadilho+de+palavras+post.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060365274926502098" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-9096026963544237071?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-21101238296675877012007-04-24T22:28:00.000+01:002007-04-24T22:32:44.179+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/Ri53KPrTLxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/E5vZSlScpi8/s1600-h/a++cor+da+flor.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/Ri53KPrTLxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/E5vZSlScpi8/s400/a++cor+da+flor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057110449474187026" /></a><br /><br /><br />O Beijo<br /><br />O Beijo é um truque delicioso<br />Arquitetado pela natureza,<br />Para interromper a fala,<br />Quando as palavras se tornam<br />Supérfluas.<br /><br /><br />Autora Ingrid Bergman<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/Ri521_rTLwI/AAAAAAAAAKc/OyZ_6AakG-U/s1600-h/wickywoo1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/Ri521_rTLwI/AAAAAAAAAKc/OyZ_6AakG-U/s400/wickywoo1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057110101581836034" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-2110123829667587701?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-22117344934611684442007-04-16T21:23:00.000+01:002007-04-16T21:36:35.939+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RiPdjKBBAbI/AAAAAAAAAJg/PztU-cD7IMc/s1600-h/386240361.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054126802893603250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RiPdjKBBAbI/AAAAAAAAAJg/PztU-cD7IMc/s400/386240361.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong> <span style="font-size:130%;">Será uma leitura</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>Quero tentar mostrar, </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>a mim mesmo, </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>aquilo que já escrevi </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>e o que irei escrever. </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Será uma leitura </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>que dará algo de mim, </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>aos outros.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>Mostrará que os meus sentimentos </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>são diversificados; </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>a Natureza é o meu palco central, </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>onde sobressae </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>a mulher bonita </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>e um jardim. </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Para que possa embelezar </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>tudo aquilo que </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>eu direi no meu poetar.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>ZezinhoMota</strong></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RiPdPqBBAaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ASn752Wwm3s/s1600-h/33914303+02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054126467886154146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RiPdPqBBAaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ASn752Wwm3s/s400/33914303+02.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-2211734493461168444?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2135069084490548682.post-85305221946420621382007-04-16T20:05:00.001+01:002011-12-01T18:50:48.125Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RiPJtKBBAZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5hnlrtSHCJA/s1600-h/linda.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054104984459739538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RiPJtKBBAZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5hnlrtSHCJA/s400/linda.jpg" border="0" /></a> Viajar no sonho</div><div align="center">é querer construir</div><div align="center">a minha "Estrada da Vida"</div><div align="center">da Fantasia...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Sofrer</div><div align="center">é deitar fora</div><div align="center">o tempo...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Eu quero continuar a sorrir</div><div align="center">como se fosse uma planta a querer florir.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Acordar em pleno dia</div><div align="center">é ter vida com alegria.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">ZezinhoMota</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RiPJh6BBAYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/UXpk1Y-FKzE/s1600-h/oooooooooooo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054104791186211202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmD2Rn3sQvU/RiPJh6BBAYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/UXpk1Y-FKzE/s400/oooooooooooo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2135069084490548682-8530522194642062138?l=poetaremportugues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ZezinhoMotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11921938153570638728noreply@blogger.com3