tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21733328876274728642024-02-07T06:05:48.148-08:00Emoções À Flor Da PeleMINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173332887627472864.post-42185174743357020822010-09-30T09:44:00.000-07:002010-09-30T09:44:07.242-07:00O Que Fazer Sem Você...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwUJLR-ih-jpvLCBPdGBWmh0zDxatSss9U6KUszLWYnv5hKS47LYRiy-xQiDOKjS9xwJ4YRRFb4-uuObAaFab0I0v0jHCOXJ3elOdTBukSa3sgY9Ebxhst0HyLIaqbVhuWgY-0eBfcUN3p/s1600/OQUE+FAZER+SEM+VC+DE+MARINA+NUNESS,,,,.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="377" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwUJLR-ih-jpvLCBPdGBWmh0zDxatSss9U6KUszLWYnv5hKS47LYRiy-xQiDOKjS9xwJ4YRRFb4-uuObAaFab0I0v0jHCOXJ3elOdTBukSa3sgY9Ebxhst0HyLIaqbVhuWgY-0eBfcUN3p/s400/OQUE+FAZER+SEM+VC+DE+MARINA+NUNESS,,,,.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173332887627472864.post-72624089028313755232010-04-13T10:46:00.000-07:002010-04-13T10:46:28.584-07:00O Espelho...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9FKg78M7Fb5WGu-8iXTV_qMlceKWbGFITgleXUvjVazvPj8g5sVUgDJetj2kQH5inUWt-SXjVeZGTwW9vHpPvRWDteYge1eOxN3tBVEGdQ3-Ar836EHVpsZ4I9HZwc5DZmJVnyTAjqpzw/s1600/102706.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaJBT2vJP75DhUVw6lb4vueO8caylDBDh_Y-O843F_p6KSuWO6YufiItbpmFP8H7REAKHoazDqeTw4ods9BLVy4jcFAxq2bpjL58UI-SPsc0shen5mZe39S95IjQ0z7Lf5NjFJBjXmHOIy/s1600/espelhopppp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><em><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaJBT2vJP75DhUVw6lb4vueO8caylDBDh_Y-O843F_p6KSuWO6YufiItbpmFP8H7REAKHoazDqeTw4ods9BLVy4jcFAxq2bpjL58UI-SPsc0shen5mZe39S95IjQ0z7Lf5NjFJBjXmHOIy/s400/espelhopppp.jpg" width="295" wt="true" /></em></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><em>O Espelho...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><em>No meu reflexo, você.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><em>A minha mente sombria,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><em>perdeu toda forma de ser.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><em>Vejo-te no meu reflexo.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><em>Perdi minha identidade,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><em>quando deixei de pensar em mim;</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><em>e sozinha, nada tem sentido.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><em>Sem pensar, nas conseqüências,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><em>mergulhei em teu amor.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><em>Que partiu meu coração.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><em>Vivo ressentida, com teu silêncio.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><em>Direitos reservados á autora.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><em>Marina Nunes</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">13/04/1013:53:11</div>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173332887627472864.post-68192970131424762552010-03-19T11:00:00.001-07:002010-03-19T11:00:52.481-07:00Caso pensado<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigpeP_Q3NRKp22gZCFfziubcAvzsNbo0X7xgP3gVUU6jnusWuXp4vhV4dQRrLvV0tTDzubTB08zdNnVSv0hXH8ooNIBWBxoVCRAptM9xlSo1bnW7Od985mxpnuPwXjFLqlhYocpEsZK7-u/s1600-h/O+BEIJO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><em><strong><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigpeP_Q3NRKp22gZCFfziubcAvzsNbo0X7xgP3gVUU6jnusWuXp4vhV4dQRrLvV0tTDzubTB08zdNnVSv0hXH8ooNIBWBxoVCRAptM9xlSo1bnW7Od985mxpnuPwXjFLqlhYocpEsZK7-u/s320/O+BEIJO.jpg" vt="true" /></strong></em></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>Caso pensado </strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
<strong></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>Meus olhos estão tão cansados</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>que já não sei mais chorar.</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>Quero desabafar, quero bom senso.</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>Nada pode mudar minha opinião.</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>Quero um amor íntegro, e verdadeiro.</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>Por favor não emudeça, silenciando.</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>Não zombas,e não usa subterfúgios,</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>que intimidam-me, e deixam suspeitas.</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>Minha alma tem receios.</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>Meu espírito ver fantasmas, nesse amor.</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>Se quiseres usa coragem, se abre.</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>Não faz pouco caso, do meu amor.</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>Permita-me fazer uma pergunta!</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>Ainda me amas, ou me enganas? </strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>Olha, presta bem a atenção!</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>Quero fazer valer tudo que sinto.</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>Caso contrario, é o fim,vou partir...</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>Autor: Marina Nunes: </strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>direitos reservados á autora</strong></em></div>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173332887627472864.post-31830193731953604482010-03-17T14:11:00.000-07:002010-03-17T15:36:13.011-07:00O Beijo Vampira.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ3pOBd0JbzxoF608jUOY5VPZAGXkspLlilljnoqWm9aBfOIiRF0OfqkH2zvmpCpS1Hql3AxAffV0b0TlrniY2GR38NDlgDe4csmnELouGr-PS4pjJg6h1Vs1sdYw2TNYQG-05y6593TgB/s1600-h/qd030n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ3pOBd0JbzxoF608jUOY5VPZAGXkspLlilljnoqWm9aBfOIiRF0OfqkH2zvmpCpS1Hql3AxAffV0b0TlrniY2GR38NDlgDe4csmnELouGr-PS4pjJg6h1Vs1sdYw2TNYQG-05y6593TgB/s320/qd030n.jpg" vt="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>O Beijo Vampira.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>Apesar de bem-educada</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>Adora viver de imaginação.</strong></em></span><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: red;">Do jeito mais ousado.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>Exibi magia</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>Na sua fantasia</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>De vampira.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>Faz pose de atriz</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>E diz,</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>Abraça-me</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>Fuzila-me,</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>com tua voz roca, sensual.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>Me faz bandida atrevida.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
<em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>Faz sussurros voraz.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>Sonhadora, quero beijo na boca.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>Meticulosa cega de amor;</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>adora um cálice</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>de licor uva passas.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>Sensual gosta da chama,</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>do amor caprichado.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>Em transe</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>roupas, pelo chão.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>Ousada adora atenção.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>Examina cada caricias,</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>com olhar felina.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>Adora cantar um blues,</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>bem afinada.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>Aplica revista</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>Em cada cena.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>Como no cinema </strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>em filme de amor.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>É pequena chama, </strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>luz esplendor.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>De boas maneiras,é feiticeira.</strong></em></span><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: red;">Tira tudo da sua,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>insinuante</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><em><strong>é pura, imaginação...</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>Autora Marina Nunes </strong></em></span></div>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173332887627472864.post-49926345391532131052010-03-12T21:11:00.000-08:002010-03-12T21:11:03.935-08:00PACTO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigEv22k-0_e-zFExD5SpSxgKfV7lhS3iDvbHm8K_wHgx6fm_wnoOWaJIuzGBltfdn1MLghGv0qgwHokuCAmQn09Zc_9UeKB2VRjOS_fG_xyDIykV-TYxwkiVMoKP4TN6TQGPE-EjI9QwW6/s1600-h/putana5ys6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigEv22k-0_e-zFExD5SpSxgKfV7lhS3iDvbHm8K_wHgx6fm_wnoOWaJIuzGBltfdn1MLghGv0qgwHokuCAmQn09Zc_9UeKB2VRjOS_fG_xyDIykV-TYxwkiVMoKP4TN6TQGPE-EjI9QwW6/s320/putana5ys6.jpg" vt="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ea9999;"><em><strong>PACTO</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ea9999;"><em><strong>Rasguei meu pacto de amor</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ea9999;"><em><strong>que um dia em promessas, eu fiz.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ea9999;"><em><strong>Desfolhei a tua rosa, presente teu.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ea9999;"><em><strong>Que já não é a mesma rosa.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ea9999;"><em><strong>Assim como eu, morreu secou.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ea9999;"><em><strong>Rasguei tuas lembranças guardadas.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ea9999;"><em><strong>Juntei pedaço do meu coração, colei,</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ea9999;"><em><strong>para refazer toda a dor, e recomeçar.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ea9999;"><em><strong>Tentar ser feliz, com outro alguém.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ea9999;"><em><strong>Jurei que nunca mais chorar,</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ea9999;"><em><strong>ah !como me entreguei.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ea9999;"><em><strong>Agora nada mais importa.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ea9999;"><em><strong>Sofri também aprendi.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ea9999;"><em><strong>O amor tem que ser “Recíproco</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ea9999;"><em><strong>Verdadeiro”, não enganador.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ea9999;"><em><strong>Agora minhas lágrimas secaram,</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ea9999;"><em><strong>E você ,já não é mais nada pra mim.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ea9999;"><em><strong>Estou curada, confortada adeus...</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ea9999;"><em><strong>Autora:Marina Nunes</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ea9999;"><em><strong>(direitos reservados á autora) </strong></em></span></div>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173332887627472864.post-73998042988673893382010-03-08T07:17:00.001-08:002010-03-08T07:17:25.812-08:00parabens mulheres!<a href="http://www.recadoscomglitter.com/" title="Índice de Gifs Animados"><img alt="assinaturas personalizadas" height="400" src="http://i566.photobucket.com/albums/ss101/alegres/455/080.jpg" width="278" /></a>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173332887627472864.post-50212370337359074512010-03-06T19:47:00.000-08:002010-03-06T19:49:18.825-08:00CULTUANDO O AMOR...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPNZ7CUCWxWLq8sSxv0Lk5QWb2NbgjLskCqumR5-YfuFH1FupcarVmwo0pLp7d5CMh6ny-CE82t-_PYGbUbYR0W3g5FMvbPn8bhjX__3jq87Z7WrpNWJQon5-3VmloODtoes53smZ-L00X/s1600-h/eb458cb326a73a3aeee4bfcot2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPNZ7CUCWxWLq8sSxv0Lk5QWb2NbgjLskCqumR5-YfuFH1FupcarVmwo0pLp7d5CMh6ny-CE82t-_PYGbUbYR0W3g5FMvbPn8bhjX__3jq87Z7WrpNWJQon5-3VmloODtoes53smZ-L00X/s320/eb458cb326a73a3aeee4bfcot2.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">CULTUANDO O AMOR...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Os meus olhos, já não sabem mais, chorar.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Estou anulada trancada, na minha solidão.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Indiferente o tempo passa, à me abrigar.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Cultuando saudades,é a minha abnegação.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Encontro no baú, envelopes delicados.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Cartas perfumadas,de amor e clamor.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Os meus olhos estão envelhecidos, e cansados.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Boas lembranças ficaram,de um lindo amor.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Lembranças que ficaram marcadas.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Única que restou,de quem na real,me amou.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Solitária vivo, com tuas fotos passadas.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Nosso eterno reencontro,será sem dor.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Autora:Marina Nunes</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Direitos reservados á autora.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Se você soubesse da falta que me faz,</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>E que um dia sem você, meu amor, não viveria.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>E que a vida mudaria o seu curso, toda a minha paz.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Hoje já não sou a mesma pessoa, semelhante à meses atrás.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Se você soubesse da dor, </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Pela qual minha alma chora, e calada sente.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Do amargo que latente, insiste rir do nosso amor.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>É um amor que ainda permanece consciente, e presente.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Tão vivo como antes, amor importante, consciente amor.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Se você soubesse da dificuldade que eu tenho, </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Em viver, me acostumar sem o teu olhar... </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>O vazio da saudade, sem cor, que a vida apagou.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Mudaria o caminho, viveria novamente nossa história,</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Da saudade me livraria, </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Refazia alegria, </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Minha vida não se acostumou.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Autora: Marina Nunes</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Direitos Revesados à Autora </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>05/04/09</strong></span></div>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173332887627472864.post-48709793964042963222010-02-28T13:42:00.000-08:002010-03-01T20:31:51.155-08:00Melancolia Noturna<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcTcdRZ8RBeziVdj-iGzJFI4NLPwqtWdsETL_yE0IvA_l3hhcDo2f-cS2EnFkNXXL1GUwwdJXqn5-rzepQGdYXxAm5c22Yy-N4wk1QSu7QbSOu5UuuxrtDibMT36teTWscB_3x3ZHoA2Bw/s1600-h/00g8051Ou0i.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><img border="0" height="217" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcTcdRZ8RBeziVdj-iGzJFI4NLPwqtWdsETL_yE0IvA_l3hhcDo2f-cS2EnFkNXXL1GUwwdJXqn5-rzepQGdYXxAm5c22Yy-N4wk1QSu7QbSOu5UuuxrtDibMT36teTWscB_3x3ZHoA2Bw/s320/00g8051Ou0i.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Melancolia noturna</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Oh! Luz que ilumina meu viver.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Com seu lampejo faz da minha vida,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">uma constelação, à espalhar luz,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">na chama do amor, do meu esplendor;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">que alimenta à vida, do meu bem-quer.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Vem amor, espalha chama forte na cama.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Oh!Som que vêm com sussurros soluços,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">murmurando, com vento forte, cada espaço,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">vem sufocar minhas noites, de solidão.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Nesse silêncio absoluto e gélido.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Oh! Pranto mortal e crucial ,me acalma.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Trás maresia forte, som que bate nas pedras,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Chega entoando múrmuros das ondas.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Com sua sonoridade que me invade.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Vibrando cada vidraça, tudo me fazendo, tanto mal...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Autora Marina Nunes</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">(Diretos reservados a autora)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">21/7/08</span></div>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173332887627472864.post-71092910869851178592010-02-26T17:25:00.000-08:002010-02-26T20:43:20.901-08:00Amor Ardente<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgothzwHoCncOyiyUKHY63Jdt0W5jaVOQzBF-Veitml48opYFBcgkVx9Y_vzzlmW1AWqlaZM31BVpNRbK_j8Nrh-gMCDUX1rrKXItmcxnD2mQSDtaDHNaidDS2GeyM9MUTOwte8bUX1-ksk/s1600-h/namor13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgothzwHoCncOyiyUKHY63Jdt0W5jaVOQzBF-Veitml48opYFBcgkVx9Y_vzzlmW1AWqlaZM31BVpNRbK_j8Nrh-gMCDUX1rrKXItmcxnD2mQSDtaDHNaidDS2GeyM9MUTOwte8bUX1-ksk/s320/namor13.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Amor Ardente</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Em uma ânsia louca,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>procuro tua boca, teus beijos,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>indecentes ardentes.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>E revirando a cama,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>lenções alvos imaculados;</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>um santuário de amor.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Amor composto,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>de poesia, e melodia, muito ardor.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Possui ”alma e magia,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>intimidade e paixão.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Na tua pele viril, me estreito,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>adormeço, me esqueço.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Sou tua amante favorita.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>O nosso amor impuro, puro amor.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Amor irreverentes, indecentes,sem pudor. </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Ao teu amor revelo- me, desnudo-me,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>confesso-te, os meus mais secretos, segredos.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Assim, é o nosso sedutor, amor.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Autora:Marina Nunes</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>(direitos reservados á autora)</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>26/02/1022:09:38</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
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</div>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173332887627472864.post-19065817036320760052010-02-17T15:48:00.000-08:002010-03-01T20:41:43.819-08:00Amor Desfeito<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRVP62giJ0qObT1qDTadhQvrEB10haSmkrT1XQAc25W2HLcjFQNJTGYdoBlXWrJFcWzKGsaucsw-WrrI6ozph4YN4acmRtPNh85G1HtdvbOeGiJGyiI75r_iJZpCLtybvIqFvOfQ6lZ8FR/s1600-h/desfeito.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: red;"><img border="0" ct="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRVP62giJ0qObT1qDTadhQvrEB10haSmkrT1XQAc25W2HLcjFQNJTGYdoBlXWrJFcWzKGsaucsw-WrrI6ozph4YN4acmRtPNh85G1HtdvbOeGiJGyiI75r_iJZpCLtybvIqFvOfQ6lZ8FR/s320/desfeito.jpg" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Amor Desfeito</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Só fotografias desbotadas, restou.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Restou uma grande distância,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">muito além do horizonte.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Nem súplicas, nem traumas, em meu coração.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Já curada dos anseios e desejos,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">libertarei minha alma,das tuas torturas.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Me fizeste criar amargura.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Com o tempo,mergulhei na desventura.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Ruiu meu castelo,os meus sonhos, de amor.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Me fizeste tua amada,semeastes um amor,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">que transformou, o doce amor,em vazio.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">O cristal do amor tornou-se ríspido,e frio.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Com domínio,superei toda dor, e saudade.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> Nada restou, nem um sorriso teu,eu guardo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Autora:Marina Nunes </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">direitos reservados á autora</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">17/02/1017:40:35</span></div>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173332887627472864.post-35620258240560982052010-02-08T18:48:00.000-08:002010-02-08T18:52:14.162-08:00Á deriva<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3HbFp_tWHKz1kg-NFQoM_HESWT3bPIW_gvmi_OvQ4UZ7FkEzeqvIonXbdJsLiDXp2T3W3Dic7SB0bPz9h-uaWev8v3qaCCcm8UrmMEdlTZb-4JKSKXV2Tf_9e7V2W7InyJuws5LsQItOz/s1600-h/dat_desejosexpostos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3HbFp_tWHKz1kg-NFQoM_HESWT3bPIW_gvmi_OvQ4UZ7FkEzeqvIonXbdJsLiDXp2T3W3Dic7SB0bPz9h-uaWev8v3qaCCcm8UrmMEdlTZb-4JKSKXV2Tf_9e7V2W7InyJuws5LsQItOz/s320/dat_desejosexpostos.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Á deriva</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Sou um barco à deriva</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>peregrinando no vaivém,</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>das ondas, na minha solidão.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Na agitação do seu curso, vou.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>O mar me impulsiona pra traz,</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>E não lhe traz, de volta.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>O seu trajeto é demorado.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Na inércia do silêncio,</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>nem posso à ti, encontrar.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Sem porto,sem teu corpo.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Perdida pareço jazer, abatida.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>E sem parada,sem repouso, sem nada.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Nada me faz, adormecer,</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>nem parar de esquecer,</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>o teu amor, indolente amor.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Com passos pausados, atropelou,</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>o que em mim, restava.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>A febre impetuosa, ainda queima.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>descarregando em meu cérebro,</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>toda emoção que em vão, rasga meu peito, </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>obstruindo de paixão.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>De viver só, na solidão.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Autora ;Marina Nunes</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>direitos reservados da autora </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>08/02/1022:00:11</strong></span></div>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173332887627472864.post-64491539376101297452010-02-07T16:32:00.000-08:002010-02-16T20:48:36.031-08:00Fora De Órbita.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-dTyOuGAwuqeOCkRlzuDwzBiE_lh5MHGh_rP4JyhKhHTefD5UiAXDTZgRaoj_MaU478Lov-A-QFp9DdaF69SEVuN_NaOHohu1W3k2hNeeXYosAPUF6HbbSEtW_zrf6651Vhi-HqOELDSs/s1600-h/ATgAAAC1fqaS-yYbDutsieyjiCLwRW1GH8uZ9aJagJTeXL_fvWuD9kELENLHcxezBKWTGmpEJKMYdaW7Z4MTt3aRpa3bAJtU9VC3VBZCBbTb03PzEa1S8cENt6Gs2Q.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-dTyOuGAwuqeOCkRlzuDwzBiE_lh5MHGh_rP4JyhKhHTefD5UiAXDTZgRaoj_MaU478Lov-A-QFp9DdaF69SEVuN_NaOHohu1W3k2hNeeXYosAPUF6HbbSEtW_zrf6651Vhi-HqOELDSs/s320/ATgAAAC1fqaS-yYbDutsieyjiCLwRW1GH8uZ9aJagJTeXL_fvWuD9kELENLHcxezBKWTGmpEJKMYdaW7Z4MTt3aRpa3bAJtU9VC3VBZCBbTb03PzEa1S8cENt6Gs2Q.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Fora De Órbita.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Por:Marina Nunes</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Em uma esfera vive tua alma.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Do outro lado,vive meu padecer.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Com olhar triste, perco toda calma.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Com os olhos marejados,vejo o amanhecer.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>A cama vazia,nem uma vivalma.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Projeto de vida esquecido, amor bandido.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Escrava de uma amor, sem estabilidade.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Em órbita estou presa, corpo enlouquecido;</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Um sentimento, sem credibilidade.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>No mundo deve existir, um amor de alma pura.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Um alguém, que faça um coração, deixar de sofrer.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Que creia no amor,saiba amar,com loucura.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>(Direitos reservados á autora)</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>07/02/1019:50:52</em></span></div>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173332887627472864.post-82836883007917433852010-02-04T07:06:00.000-08:002010-02-04T07:06:25.097-08:00Um grito no silêncio<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>Um grito no silêncio</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
<em><strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>Sim,gritei o teu nome</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>Saiu sem sentir, sem querer.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>Foi um grito silencioso;</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>De saudades do teu amor</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>No canto da casa</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>uma cadeira descansa.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>No jardim,o verde</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>perdeu o vigor.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>Nossa casa solitária ficou.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>E sem ti,tudo parou.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>Tudo aqui, ficou na saudade.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>Até os pássaros sumiram,</strong></em></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>silenciaram.</strong></em></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>Só restando o meu grito de dor.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>A minha alma chora,</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>na ilusão,de rever teu amor.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>Autora: Marina Nunes</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>direitos reservados</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>04/02/1011:44:40</strong></em></span></div>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173332887627472864.post-67859890708582953272010-02-02T11:22:00.000-08:002010-02-06T18:25:01.515-08:00Diálogo Da Solidão...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-25oQjbotHfn62hlJsIN_24J8jra8IKEh_LEeEq1e-ATrF90ahG6ExWOMY3MEhP30non043vwMLsla4rWwvYByHwCQaC-cfLKTNx2IbT3cTfjmaapaRpCSCWsEX4PECT2qXEUMWihyWgv/s1600-h/thumb_sexy%2520(277).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><strong><span style="color: red;"><em><img border="0" height="158" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-25oQjbotHfn62hlJsIN_24J8jra8IKEh_LEeEq1e-ATrF90ahG6ExWOMY3MEhP30non043vwMLsla4rWwvYByHwCQaC-cfLKTNx2IbT3cTfjmaapaRpCSCWsEX4PECT2qXEUMWihyWgv/s200/thumb_sexy%2520(277).jpg" width="200" /></em></span></strong></a></div><strong></strong><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLPW3VUhpgsDG5AHgIxIzI7pnakUmFnuYoEIcWTnsTDY03BsZkS2fG2HU_Pe1ptmNp8YSPW2uTj-TVuGJDTHLxDNHACVAiNJY8bnfTh91RRH1ookSKopaAzWDxCpjtLeuDlJ0zMWw3ZSFx/s1600-h/redblkdiv.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: red;"><em><img border="0" height="30" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLPW3VUhpgsDG5AHgIxIzI7pnakUmFnuYoEIcWTnsTDY03BsZkS2fG2HU_Pe1ptmNp8YSPW2uTj-TVuGJDTHLxDNHACVAiNJY8bnfTh91RRH1ookSKopaAzWDxCpjtLeuDlJ0zMWw3ZSFx/s200/redblkdiv.gif" width="200" /></em></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><em>Diálogo Da Solidão... </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><em>A solidão crucificou à minha alma.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><em>E quis fazer morada no meu coração.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><em>O aroma da solidão chegou impregnou,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><em>"alma dolorosamente.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><em>Ouvir sua melodia fúnebre chegando.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><em>Me chamando,dentro da madrugada.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><em>A solidão tem sua gestação,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><em>quis fazer nascer, uma ferida viva, na minha alma.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><em>Vem à galope,maltratando, humilhando.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><em>Com ela, não existe fronteira, nem vento forte.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><em>Indiferente,aprisiona “alma, frágil.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><em>A solidão machucou-me, pra valer.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><em>Fez um estrago, no meu coração.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><em>Chegou com dor, melancolia,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><em>Sentir a fragilidade frisar,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><em> ao som da melodia sinistra.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><em>A solidão quis me matar.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><em>Quis ser dona, da minha alma.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><em>Tentando e lutando, fui me arrastando.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><em>Com a dor presente,me fiz de valente.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><em>Com a solidão fui lutar.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><em>E fragiliza, fraca, gritei,pra Deus escutar. </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><em>A solidão sussurrante fundiu-se, na vida.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><em>Desaparecendo,em plena madrugada.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><em>Hoje fortificada, fui viver, recomeçar.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><em>Autora;Marina Nunes </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><em>(Todos direitos reservados á autora)</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><em>02/02/1015:36:27</em></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLPW3VUhpgsDG5AHgIxIzI7pnakUmFnuYoEIcWTnsTDY03BsZkS2fG2HU_Pe1ptmNp8YSPW2uTj-TVuGJDTHLxDNHACVAiNJY8bnfTh91RRH1ookSKopaAzWDxCpjtLeuDlJ0zMWw3ZSFx/s1600-h/redblkdiv.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><em><img border="0" height="30" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLPW3VUhpgsDG5AHgIxIzI7pnakUmFnuYoEIcWTnsTDY03BsZkS2fG2HU_Pe1ptmNp8YSPW2uTj-TVuGJDTHLxDNHACVAiNJY8bnfTh91RRH1ookSKopaAzWDxCpjtLeuDlJ0zMWw3ZSFx/s200/redblkdiv.gif" width="200" /></em></span></a></div></div><strong></strong>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173332887627472864.post-2793079487111773242010-01-31T17:03:00.000-08:002010-01-31T17:09:40.633-08:00Poema de amor<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMkI6cDg3pusXWNQIH_SAFTxCDbI_39tIIgHD-nSLtzXGIckzD8ZwTGya6FwAcCaku8ymwtqJZQax_DrrQMiVjUpgJmKRbHN1qvAtklMdRfvzSVIpK7veh4E55BT-hlstprQtZmlbvbGaN/s1600-h/untitledv.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="background-color: black;"><img border="0" height="320" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMkI6cDg3pusXWNQIH_SAFTxCDbI_39tIIgHD-nSLtzXGIckzD8ZwTGya6FwAcCaku8ymwtqJZQax_DrrQMiVjUpgJmKRbHN1qvAtklMdRfvzSVIpK7veh4E55BT-hlstprQtZmlbvbGaN/s320/untitledv.bmp" width="233" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">Poema de amor</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
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<em><strong><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"></span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">Louca fiquei,quando na madrugada</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">sentir tua falta,o teu lado vazio.</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">Minha fisionomia perdeu toda cor.</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">Hoje escuto teus passos, de chegada;</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">E tudo voltou, ao seu devido lugar.</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">Louca fiquei,em pensar, </span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">que poderia perder você, outra vez.</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">Que a distancia,as pirraças,</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">as nossas brigas amorosas,</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">transformasse,teu coração.</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">Ah! meu Deus,como penei!</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">De saudades, só me alimentei.</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">Só eu sei,como chorei.</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">E perdida vivi tantas noites,de solidão.</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">Hoje meu coração bate forte.</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">No compasso, da melodia preferida.</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">Só em sentir, tua voz,os teus passos,</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">tudo voltou à sorrir,é choro de felicidade.</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">Autora Marina Nunes</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">Direitos Reservados</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;">31/01/1021:50:02</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #eeeeee;">direitos reservados à autora</span></strong></em></div>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173332887627472864.post-42065370590062722902010-01-30T10:37:00.000-08:002010-01-30T10:37:58.758-08:00Dolorosa Ronda<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglmBNCyklo0m9Ur5SvZ1hOqlZMH-Tr6Lmbi_IU5vC5f4Wo1Hap9x00Si1AX4u51xMPsAIM-WLE7mNitY-bED0EWrHHpavOl_gw9-JwJMPpYCHvd8K9vqf3dH8mqsEczA20ChSVXA2X0aA-/s1600-h/night54-747515.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglmBNCyklo0m9Ur5SvZ1hOqlZMH-Tr6Lmbi_IU5vC5f4Wo1Hap9x00Si1AX4u51xMPsAIM-WLE7mNitY-bED0EWrHHpavOl_gw9-JwJMPpYCHvd8K9vqf3dH8mqsEczA20ChSVXA2X0aA-/s320/night54-747515.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><em><strong>Dolorosa Ronda </strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
<em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><em><strong>Condenada vivo,os teus caminhos rondar.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><em><strong>A luz dos meus olhos,já cansados,</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><em><strong>não deixa o teu vulto, apagar.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><em><strong>Quantas dolorosas juras,ficaram no ar.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><em><strong>Se existia amor,nunca deveria acabar.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><em><strong>A distancia, foi o vilão maior.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><em><strong>Amando-te,sempre fiz tudo, para ti ,agradar.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><em><strong>Hoje vivo em rondas,à ti procurar.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><em><strong>À cada ronda,sem solução, sofro à chorar.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><em><strong>Tantos foram sonhos esquecidos, por ti,</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><em><strong>por mim, guardados, ainda lembrados.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><em><strong>E na minha dolorosa ronda, vou amando-te.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><em><strong>Hoje vou vivendo esperando, o teu olhar.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><em><strong>Contando estelas,choro vendo,o tempo passar.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><em><strong>Autora: Marina Nunes</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><em><strong>30/01/1014:35:22</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><em><strong>*Direitos reservados á autora</strong></em></span></div>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173332887627472864.post-13648676529562776512010-01-29T16:29:00.000-08:002010-01-29T16:35:40.071-08:00O mar, o meu refúgio<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibJe9_j7ZiiIQ-1OQ8FmyYrBUgBkDgdZ0uailbPxgkwtn7C6xF3oKsnWsQ6mtVqaLoi9z-ng-9uPFcaTygGSaWKvSOjOsDIimC3-wfuodyu1drRz02PsheMcxhXpLFVxIEWpHoS3eGMuib/s1600-h/Eric+Boutilier-Brown+-+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibJe9_j7ZiiIQ-1OQ8FmyYrBUgBkDgdZ0uailbPxgkwtn7C6xF3oKsnWsQ6mtVqaLoi9z-ng-9uPFcaTygGSaWKvSOjOsDIimC3-wfuodyu1drRz02PsheMcxhXpLFVxIEWpHoS3eGMuib/s320/Eric+Boutilier-Brown+-+1.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #cccccc;">O mar, o meu refúgio</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cccccc;"></span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #cccccc;">Tentei tirar proveito, do sal do amor</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #cccccc;">Ficar em paz ,com minha consciência</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #cccccc;">Tentei ficar livre </span></strong></em><br />
<em><strong><span style="color: #cccccc;">e sentir, “água do mar me banhar.</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #cccccc;">Sentir o prazer, do meu corpo</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #cccccc;">largado, me sentir libertina.</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #cccccc;">E mergulhei no</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #cccccc;">prazer de fêmea mulher.</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #cccccc;">Sentir o mar arrepiar cada pelo meu .</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #cccccc;">Deixei o lençol azul, me cobrir.</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #cccccc;">Perenemente ali fiquei, prazerosa sentir,</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #cccccc;">como uma linda sereia,acariciada e amada...</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #cccccc;">Autora Marina Nunes</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cccccc;"></span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #cccccc;">( Direitos reservados á autora)</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #cccccc;">28/8/08</span></strong></em></div>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173332887627472864.post-21181857920522423852010-01-14T11:41:00.000-08:002010-01-22T07:01:17.053-08:00Cristalina<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBsPlsVMmoKjBdFDKyFIXNzI9NnAlNHY2rxNTXK6p2vczBrzYmEmpdNeZZwMgYM1EbAHnVo-jvQT7c5IsdwXoo91VVvlGIt5_nlGC17VrAJ1J20FOJEWi2ro_bxVMRBho-hAbZXM1-K0zJ/s1600-h/1149836152.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBsPlsVMmoKjBdFDKyFIXNzI9NnAlNHY2rxNTXK6p2vczBrzYmEmpdNeZZwMgYM1EbAHnVo-jvQT7c5IsdwXoo91VVvlGIt5_nlGC17VrAJ1J20FOJEWi2ro_bxVMRBho-hAbZXM1-K0zJ/s320/1149836152.jpg" /></span></a><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em>Cristalina </em></strong></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em>Ah!que vontade de fazer travessura de amor.</em></strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em>Me sentir hilariante animada, fazer uma festa,</em></strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em>saboreando o gosto do amor embriagada,</em></strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em>em morango creme, chantili champanhe;</em></strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em>Trafegando no teu corpo, de menino lindo.</em></strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em>Gracejar tocar no ponto fraco, do ato intimo. </em></strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em>Experimentar toda malicia, do teu amor.</em></strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em>Usar toda transparência, em forma de cristais. </em></strong></span><br />
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</div>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173332887627472864.post-46488508403345444132010-01-11T19:22:00.000-08:002010-01-22T06:56:42.732-08:00Poesia, Na Dose Certa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6DJHO4OhzAG4nt3gyDp8KEJPdTnDLQrhEmxRewPbfE1i0n0RqDQzrsYES4Q1-3ufp2JhoPuuKF0JdrBklvjFCJO9ifAgutOV9PywdYydHPR-eMNXEkF6bFhgYQnWFnf_cx_wBNxCohQ1t/s1600-h/paixao2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6DJHO4OhzAG4nt3gyDp8KEJPdTnDLQrhEmxRewPbfE1i0n0RqDQzrsYES4Q1-3ufp2JhoPuuKF0JdrBklvjFCJO9ifAgutOV9PywdYydHPR-eMNXEkF6bFhgYQnWFnf_cx_wBNxCohQ1t/s320/paixao2.jpg" /></a><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #cccccc;">Bela mulher?</span></strong></em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #cccccc;">Quero teu coração conquistar.</span></strong></em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">Nele poder tocar com ousadia te</span> amar.</span></strong></em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #cccccc;">Em teus fartos seios,mim deitar.</span></strong></em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #cccccc;">Quero viver toda fantasia poética;</span></strong></em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #cccccc;">aquietar,meu coração de poeta, </span></strong></em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #cccccc;">sensível,e sonhador.</span></strong></em><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #cccccc;">Bela mulher?</span></strong></em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #cccccc;">Que traz a pele quase nua.</span></strong></em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #cccccc;">Tem a beleza de uma fada;</span></strong></em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #cccccc;">puro perfume de flor desejada</span></strong></em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #cccccc;">Tem a marca da formosura.</span></strong></em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #cccccc;">Meu coração anda em penúria.</span></strong></em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #cccccc;">Mulher, quero descobrir teu segredos,</span></strong></em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #cccccc;">a minha paixão exaltar, gritar sem medo;</span></strong></em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #cccccc;">E em teu colo me aninhar.</span></strong></em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #cccccc;">Autora Marina Nunes </span></strong></em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #cccccc;">direitos reservados</span></strong></em><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #cccccc;">18/02/09</span></strong></em><br />
</div>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173332887627472864.post-1042423132897262010-01-08T18:40:00.000-08:002010-01-22T07:31:09.219-08:00Indescritível, Falar Do Amor.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Indescritível, Falar Do Amor.</span></strong></em><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Corro ,vou em direção ao teu coração. </span></strong></em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Vou fundo,um beijo longo, com olhar de paixão.</span></strong></em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Um abraço apertado, cheio de apetite.</span></strong></em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Sinto o desejo solicitante da paixão.</span></strong></em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #eeeeee;">O amor me faz renascer cada manhã.</span></strong></em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Surpreendente, é o cantar do sabiá,</span></strong></em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #eeeeee;">parece também sentir emoção.</span></strong></em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Lá no alto, canta com sofreguidão.</span></strong></em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Domina sua melodia,me faz suspirar.</span></strong></em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #eeeeee;">E nos teus braços, reforço o abraço.</span></strong></em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Sedutor sinto ele ávido,e tentador.</span></strong></em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #eeeeee;">O abraço apertado, cria água na boca;</span></strong></em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Ao nosso arredor, tudo é irreal. </span></strong></em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Ele recolhe-me aos teus braços,</span></strong></em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #eeeeee;">afaga- me com um olhar amoroso;</span></strong></em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Palavras mágicas, voam no ar.</span></strong></em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Indescritível é falar, do nosso amor.</span></strong></em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Autora Marina Nunes</span></strong></em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #eeeeee;">(direitos reservado á autora)</span></strong></em><br />
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</div>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173332887627472864.post-61109676755602398982010-01-06T18:15:00.000-08:002010-01-06T18:15:56.362-08:00Saudade Mata a Gente<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBR3N8fQK9lGMpNqbrwKvkF-3SSDj8BnWZtXnMHaHbxxh0siiveVPi9YUpLtG3g5jMxIl1TbYezrF2lpJxeFaLkTm_omcQ_46NjXyMTvwxH6l3oXSDjv0cXqS29IU2NLc-ma1aH3qUh1U4/s1600-h/7021196-md.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBR3N8fQK9lGMpNqbrwKvkF-3SSDj8BnWZtXnMHaHbxxh0siiveVPi9YUpLtG3g5jMxIl1TbYezrF2lpJxeFaLkTm_omcQ_46NjXyMTvwxH6l3oXSDjv0cXqS29IU2NLc-ma1aH3qUh1U4/s320/7021196-md.jpg" /></span></a><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em><strong>A saudade dispara,é feiticeira.</strong></em></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em><strong>Assobia o nome de alguém, faz magia.</strong></em></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em><strong>Como uma flecha,relampeja no céu.</strong></em></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em><strong>Saudade recusa esperar;</strong></em></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em><strong>E veloz,mergulha no tempo,</strong></em></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em><strong>Dorme no relento, soluça no sereno.</strong></em></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em><strong>De tão abalada, berra até atingir o vento.</strong></em></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em><strong>A saudade quer ser forte, como tempestade.</strong></em></span><br />
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<em><strong><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"></span></strong></em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em><strong>Sutil entra em agonia,toma uma iniciativa.</strong></em></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em><strong>E cansada adormece, num sono profundo.</strong></em></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em><strong>Corroendo-se ferrada, sofre calada.</strong></em></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em><strong>Saudade cruel, acaba ficando doente da mente.</strong></em></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em><strong>E cheia de raiva, e malícia,ela grita “Te Amo”!</strong></em></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em><strong>Saudade adora atormentar vidas,o coração de um alguém.</strong></em></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em><strong>Como beija-flor,deixa-se, apaixonar.</strong></em></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em><strong>Saudade recusa ficar sozinha, ler romance de amor.</strong></em></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em><strong>Procura nas histórias antigas, uma saída, sem solução. </strong></em></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em><strong>Vai se esvaindo sofrida, vai morrendo de solidão.</strong></em></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em><strong>Autora: Marina Nunes </strong></em></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em><strong>Direitos Reservados a Autora </strong></em></span><br />
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</div>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173332887627472864.post-87493433757397636892010-01-03T16:29:00.000-08:002010-01-03T16:29:54.590-08:00ABANDONO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFtG0y4Oz2-2oaNNofiVnTIQ9Nr2iX3zj_mejjspZ-3GB_7Rj-N-wDxlqzeXVFgWxZJDMASe4mH0s27KGOJe7Yv1Hd3UbFzCwSu6u8eGzFI9h4iLP7miUoY0k9qW899syuNb9pGgd5e8-G/s1600-h/Mulher%2520triste.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFtG0y4Oz2-2oaNNofiVnTIQ9Nr2iX3zj_mejjspZ-3GB_7Rj-N-wDxlqzeXVFgWxZJDMASe4mH0s27KGOJe7Yv1Hd3UbFzCwSu6u8eGzFI9h4iLP7miUoY0k9qW899syuNb9pGgd5e8-G/s320/Mulher%2520triste.jpg" /></a><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>ABANDONO</strong></em></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>Nos meus desencantos vou morrendo</strong></em></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>sonhando em plena madrugada abandonada. </strong></em></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>No meu vazio, só saudade aumentando.</strong></em></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>Quando toda saudade me abandonar</strong></em></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>toda dor resolver de existir, de me iludir,</strong></em></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>você será esquecido,toda tristeza sanada.</strong></em></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>E se um dia, teu amor ressuscitar e voltar,</strong></em></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>dou graças por está curada, sem ti, esquecida,</strong></em></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>da dor quero reviver renovar,voltar a brotar.</strong></em></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>Marina Nunes</strong></em></span><br />
</div>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173332887627472864.post-16019230863531711592009-12-28T14:25:00.000-08:002009-12-28T14:25:58.304-08:00DAMA DA NOITE.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh73LhNE9PrS-2Lq-UouBDebiewOnZ50N55z4qZGqL16wgrr4iJuGhz3iSs37cdr-rA4fgAuhrWhSaK3QgxVYEWN1CDddAF_cyHV1D9f7QEiYcsxMdcYSxoAJ_cFs3O1zE6DeMlRLU4QzfM/s1600-h/amor-1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh73LhNE9PrS-2Lq-UouBDebiewOnZ50N55z4qZGqL16wgrr4iJuGhz3iSs37cdr-rA4fgAuhrWhSaK3QgxVYEWN1CDddAF_cyHV1D9f7QEiYcsxMdcYSxoAJ_cFs3O1zE6DeMlRLU4QzfM/s320/amor-1.gif" /></a><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em>DAMA DA NOITE.</em></strong></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em>Sou teu fantoche, porquê quero ser...</em></strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em>Sou tua dama da noite, fina e requintada,</em></strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em>Amante, sedutora mulher...</em></strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em>Que pinta-se, com cores fortes, e firmes,</em></strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em>Veste-se, da mais fina renda, sedutoras cintas...</em></strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em>Na tua cama, sou tua princesa, </em></strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em>De unhas vermelhas, e bem cuidadas.</em></strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em>Sou tua palhaça vulgar...</em></strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em>Sou tua menina mentirosa, fingida,frígida,</em></strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em>Que em cada madrugada, troca de par.</em></strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em>Sou um manto negro, vivo de disfarces;</em></strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em>Entro na tua alcova, sempre às madrugadas.</em></strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em>Sem ser percebida, bebo da mais pura fina bebida...</em></strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em>Sou tão real na cama, que você não vê, a minha realidade,</em></strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em>E crê que sou tua, somente tua,amante... </em></strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em>Autora: Marina Nunes </em></strong></span><br />
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</div>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173332887627472864.post-17135157717615567472009-12-27T14:55:00.000-08:002009-12-27T14:55:59.513-08:00Loucuras Aventuras Eu Dancei<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhImcfO6RZz5Fjxo5q_0I2PQCUYGp5hR7aAc4XBWLNIj6IpA2mFdTd77JIITI60YhMtwfzrQ5JHHohO1QGcu3YvOffMh4OxQyRncRUeeVhIpOvoANAIfkUN3hbXFqNkqbS-x2-G0SckqIyr/s1600-h/tango-personals-image2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhImcfO6RZz5Fjxo5q_0I2PQCUYGp5hR7aAc4XBWLNIj6IpA2mFdTd77JIITI60YhMtwfzrQ5JHHohO1QGcu3YvOffMh4OxQyRncRUeeVhIpOvoANAIfkUN3hbXFqNkqbS-x2-G0SckqIyr/s320/tango-personals-image2.jpg" /></a><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>Loucuras Aventuras, Eu Dancei</strong></em></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>Nas emoções de clássico tango,danço.</strong></em></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>Essa é minha profissão.</strong></em></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>Sou envolvente na interpretação.</strong></em></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>O tango me trasporta,danço com “alma.</strong></em></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>E vivo de aventuras, amores excitações.</strong></em></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>Um mundo de atuações teatrais.</strong></em></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>Existe uma forte atração, fascinação.</strong></em></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>O tango se dança com o coração.</strong></em></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>Sou uma dançarina,que na profissão, </strong></em></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>que não perdi a razão..</strong></em></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>No palco viajo,faço o meu papel.</strong></em></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>Tenho muitos amores, </strong></em></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>mas não pertenço a ninguém.</strong></em></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>Autora:Marina Nunes 26/03/07</strong></em></span><br />
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