tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37739942144614174782012-02-16T23:46:26.900-03:00A CADA MINUTO UM BRINDE A TUA ORIGINALIDADEM@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.comBlogger1181100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-49950348207229881942011-05-13T16:22:00.002-03:002011-05-13T16:28:07.590-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K3EnRG9DUM4/Tc2Fq7kvhuI/AAAAAAAAAco/VvdHVAQD_h8/s1600/marlijaqueta.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K3EnRG9DUM4/Tc2Fq7kvhuI/AAAAAAAAAco/VvdHVAQD_h8/s400/marlijaqueta.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606284083738937058" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>Teu amor</b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>me envolve</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>e torna a minha vida</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>preto e branco</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>em um cenário de cores.</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>Agradeço a Deus por você.</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>M@rli Oliveir@<br /></b></span><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-4995034820722988194?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-40268463267437543552011-05-12T13:07:00.001-03:002011-05-17T13:37:30.299-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CHtbi34eIqw/TcwF5Q4pVAI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Ftkrmg3I-7w/s1600/Marli%2Bfoto%2Bde%2Bdeclara%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2Bde%2Bamor.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CHtbi34eIqw/TcwF5Q4pVAI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Ftkrmg3I-7w/s400/Marli%2Bfoto%2Bde%2Bdeclara%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2Bde%2Bamor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605862117512664066" border="0" /></a>Inesquecível...<br />a declaração de amor<br />que retrata a sua força<br />trazendo cor e vida<br />para nossa relação.<br /><br />É bom te amar e ser amada por ti.<br /><br />M@rli Oliveir@<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-4026846326743754355?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-32316172775951386512011-03-29T09:04:00.003-03:002011-03-29T09:13:24.126-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gKi_1lrLb0I/TZHMw9wKrUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/IZNvSWFPius/s1600/roupas%2Busadas1.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589473754125872450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gKi_1lrLb0I/TZHMw9wKrUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/IZNvSWFPius/s400/roupas%2Busadas1.bmp" /></a> <br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3u8HdUEzllw/TZHMGAy28oI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/7EGu2sJwUo8/s1600/roupas%2Busadas.jpg"></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">"Há um tempo em que é preciso abandonar as roupas usadas...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Que já tem a forma do nosso corpo...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">E esquecer os nossos caminhos</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Que nos levam sempre aos mesmos lugares...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">É o tempo da travessia...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">E se não ousarmos fazê-la...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Teremos ficado... para sempre...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">À margem de nós mesmos..."</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Fernando Pessoa</span></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-3231617277595138651?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-7081011226012549312011-03-07T22:43:00.004-03:002011-03-07T23:05:45.082-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Oeo4KGJUVI/TXWJ7cnfgZI/AAAAAAAAAcI/wbhveG3tm3U/s1600/Reencontro_2.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581518967582720402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Oeo4KGJUVI/TXWJ7cnfgZI/AAAAAAAAAcI/wbhveG3tm3U/s400/Reencontro_2.JPG" /></a><br /><div><em><strong>Traz delírio as palavras</strong></em></div><div><em><strong>Revelam a força da alma.</strong></em></div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></em></strong></div><div><em><strong></strong></em></div><div><em><strong></strong></em></div><div><em><strong>Rabiscos do coração</strong></em></div><div><em><strong>que se acomoda no papel</strong></em></div><div><em><strong>E revela o oculto,</strong></em></div><div><em><strong>Trazendo luz</strong></em></div><div><em><strong>a dor da alma que sangra.</strong></em></div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></em></strong></div><div><em><strong></strong></em></div><div><em><strong></strong></em></div><div><em><strong></strong></em></div><div><em><strong>Amanda</strong></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-708101122601254931?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-89177338385849772152011-02-28T11:30:00.000-03:002011-02-28T11:30:31.718-03:00<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VSkU4mnFXno?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-8917733838584977215?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-18174115332508842622011-02-25T19:39:00.005-03:002011-02-26T01:01:02.226-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NC_j0gfOge0/TWgygDow13I/AAAAAAAAAb4/YLJkzAcOZPI/s1600/51.jpg"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 310px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577763664811841394" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NC_j0gfOge0/TWgygDow13I/AAAAAAAAAb4/YLJkzAcOZPI/s400/51.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Chegastes...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Como um raio de sol,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">teu calor</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">tocou meu vazio</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">abri meu segredo</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">e deixei exposto</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">para ser aquecido.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Amanda</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-1817411533250884262?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-75743965898484689152011-02-14T22:35:00.002-03:002011-02-14T23:06:26.304-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kujTNi2QR2g/TVnZ0p4Q4_I/AAAAAAAAAbo/lQwc3ykjjVg/s1600/imagesCAS32TQ9.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kujTNi2QR2g/TVnZ0p4Q4_I/AAAAAAAAAbo/lQwc3ykjjVg/s400/imagesCAS32TQ9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573725512465966066" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">...Segredos</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Guardados</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Codificados...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">No interior do coração</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Há sentimentos</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mergulha</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Invade</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fundo nele.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Silencioso escuta</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Não pedes pra calar</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Deixa ele falar </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">em meu lugar.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Amanda</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-7574396589848468915?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-45830784868300513542011-02-04T12:35:00.006-03:002011-02-08T23:20:47.481-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TUwiEMT4kvI/AAAAAAAAAbg/FoO4LZH4f30/s1600/F_1_%257E1.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TUwiEMT4kvI/AAAAAAAAAbg/FoO4LZH4f30/s400/F_1_%257E1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569864294569906930" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"Assim diz o Senhor: Maldito o homem<br />que confia no homem,<br />faz da carne mortal o seu braço<br />e aparta o seu coração do Senhor!"<br />Jeremias 17:5</span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Uma palavra profética<br />por meio do profeta Jeremias,<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">afirmando que é maldito,<br />ou melhor, que o homem</span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">torna-se maldito<br />por confiar em outro homem<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">e faz da sua humanidade,<br />sua força,</span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">e afasta o seu coração de Deus,<br />tornando-se auto-suficiente.</span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />O homem é limitado, falho,<br />não pode inspirar confiança.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Confiar nele a sua vida,<br />depositando nele sua esperança,<br /></span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">estará fadado ao fracasso,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">porque o homem não tem muito<br />o que oferecer, ele</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> só pode ir<br />até onde sua limitação lhe permite.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">A sua própria natureza</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">não permite confiabilidade</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">e dele não se pode esperar muito.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Percebe-se também neste texto</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">que além de confiar no outro<br />o tornará maldito,<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">o afastar-se de Deus<br />o torna também.</span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br />O homem sem Deus não é ninguém.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">O coração que se afasta do Senhor</span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br />torna-se auto-suficiente</span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br />dirigido pelos seus próprios caminhos<br />e sentimentos.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"Há caminho que ao homem parece direito,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">mas ao cabo dá em caminhos de morte"<br />Pv 14:12</span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Por falta de discernimento.</span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">"Deus é Deus sem você e você sem Deus quem é?"</span></span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Amanda</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-4583078486830051354?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-40000293448439692482011-01-23T08:09:00.001-03:002011-01-23T08:22:17.396-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TTwPZdklUYI/AAAAAAAAAbU/4Ow6FZA-ncg/s1600/m%25C3%25A3o.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 367px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TTwPZdklUYI/AAAAAAAAAbU/4Ow6FZA-ncg/s400/m%25C3%25A3o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565340169632305538" border="0" /></a><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:large;">Habitação no esconderijo do Altíssimo</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:large;">traz descanso sobre a sua sombra</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:large;">Refúgio seguro</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:large;">Fortaleza constante.</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:large;">Pelo vale da sombra da morte</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:large;">podes até passar</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:large;">mas a proteção de Deus</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:large;">garantida está. </span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:large;">Multidões podem cair ao teu lado</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:large;">atingido não serás</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:large;">o cajado do Todo Poderoso</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:large;">proteção terás.</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:large;">Sobre a tua tenda</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:large;">praga nenhuma chegará</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:large;">Aos seus anjos Ele dará ordem</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:large;">para te guardar.</span></strong></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Amanda</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-4000029344843969248?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-6880476222937661232011-01-01T13:51:00.005-03:002011-01-01T14:07:32.353-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TR9eL6DLFRI/AAAAAAAAAbM/qU1PjEwVbGY/s1600/jesus%2Be%2Ba%2Bpesca.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TR9eL6DLFRI/AAAAAAAAAbM/qU1PjEwVbGY/s400/jesus%2Be%2Ba%2Bpesca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557264023852619026" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">A Bíliba nos traz muitos milagres realizados por Jesus, quero destacar o do livro de Lucas Capítulo 5 que apresenta:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Pescadores profissionais que passaram toda uma noite pescando e nenhum peixe caíram em suas redes, mas chegou o Mestre Jesus e pediu que eles lançassem a rede e obedientemente assim fizeram e em resposta a ordem de Jesus, a pesca foi abundante.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Houve um breve questionamento, pois eles tinham acabado de chegar de uma pesca e o mar não estava para peixe, mas quem pediu para que novamente a rede fosse lançada fez toda a defirença e a obediência deles também, e nessa parceria <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">O MILAGRE VEIO.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Tenta novamente lançar a rede em 2011, confia em Deus e o milagre acontecerá.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">FELIZ 2011 </span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Amanda</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-688047622293766123?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-66946922497164573332010-12-03T12:46:00.003-03:002010-12-03T13:02:45.367-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TPkURAE9rqI/AAAAAAAAAbA/dNMLp8ZqqGo/s1600/mulher%2Bna%2Bpraia.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TPkURAE9rqI/AAAAAAAAAbA/dNMLp8ZqqGo/s400/mulher%2Bna%2Bpraia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546486698394627746" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Vestido molhado<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">pés descalço</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">nas águas douradas da tarde.</span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Barco de velas</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">no imenso mar<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">segue de braçadas.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">As velas da nau capitânia</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">perdia-se em alto mar<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">que conduzia sem leme</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">à margem para não naufragar.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Agarrado</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">a um resto de barco<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">perdido</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">no verde e azul do mar.</span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Amanda</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-6694692249716457333?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-80781314334588220322010-11-23T12:28:00.005-03:002010-11-23T13:00:12.262-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TOvelkDIeEI/AAAAAAAAAaw/TLh5I_wuIUE/s1600/sil%25C3%25AAncio%2Bda%2Bnoite.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TOvelkDIeEI/AAAAAAAAAaw/TLh5I_wuIUE/s400/sil%25C3%25AAncio%2Bda%2Bnoite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542768503322867778" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Entre uma noite e outra </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">o encontro</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Saudades que ficam</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Saudades que vão</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">No corpo muita emoção.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Noites...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">presença</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">cheiro</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">um peito aberto</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">preenchimento perfeito.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Lugar seguro</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">portas fechadas</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">tua cabeça reclinada</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">onde meus olhos</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">te assistem</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">te conhecem</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">por dentro </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">por fora.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Assim também tua...<br /></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Amanda</span><br /><br />"Não sinto ventos nem brisas<br />mas a calmaria medra<br />nos horizontes do dia<br />Ela sempre de olhos abertos<br />quando estou adormecido<br />seu corpo me aquece<br />não faz diferença<br />se o sol não aparece"<br /><br />Tácito<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-8078131433458822032?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-14561052194508691922010-11-19T07:17:00.003-03:002010-11-19T07:26:43.177-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TOZQql1h32I/AAAAAAAAAao/SrZisGfjrPA/s1600/colheita.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541205084167331682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TOZQql1h32I/AAAAAAAAAao/SrZisGfjrPA/s400/colheita.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TOZQZ_EYUeI/AAAAAAAAAag/9wRGlK0wtnY/s1600/campinas.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Terra adubada</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">produz frutos</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">permiti colheitas benditas.</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></div><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">O sol que pousa</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">anuncia o entardecer</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">deixando à amostra </span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">noite que vai chegando.</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em> </div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Nas campinas há festa</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">a lua é convidada</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">para a primeira dança</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">no verde atapetado de estrelas.</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></div><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Na manhã que chega</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">o roçar do frio</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">um coração farto</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">uma alma leve.</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Amanda</span></strong></em></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-1456105219450869192?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-61267375495172586672010-11-18T18:33:00.003-03:002010-11-18T18:54:12.676-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TOWf6lzVnXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Zuruyqeqfck/s1600/Div%25C3%25A3"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TOWf6lzVnXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Zuruyqeqfck/s400/Div%25C3%25A3" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541010745477930354" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Luz que me invade</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Em um lugar tranquilo</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Sou despida sem palavras</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Na Tua presença.</span></span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Como um intérprete</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Traduzes o meu ser</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Na dor escondida </span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Que foi encontrada.</span></span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">No desabafo</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Encontro em Ti</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">O bálsamo de Gileade</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Onde há cura.</span></span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Voltarei ao Teu Divã...</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">... Nele há remédio.</span></span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Amanda</span></span><br /><br />Dedico aos que precisam de Deus no momento de amargura<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-6126737549517258667?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-47197592613306145442010-11-13T09:23:00.002-03:002010-11-13T09:26:32.451-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TN6DybVjXJI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/0rzRYxTYgTg/s1600/m%25C3%25A3o.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 367px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TN6DybVjXJI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/0rzRYxTYgTg/s400/m%25C3%25A3o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539009494067141778" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Já não sei das lutas</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">que passaram o meu corpo</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">das glândulas </span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">da rotina</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">das células</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">do tempo nascendo</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">sumindo</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">escapando da palma da mão.</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></div><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sangue </span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">sentimentos</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">neuroses</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">olhos humanos</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">o amor inevitável</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">é o meu tempo.</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O tempo corre comigo</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">no espaço do dia</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></div><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Dia de orgia</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">temporal</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">até que as coisas</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">se apascentem</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">e se assentem</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">no tempo.</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O tempo e o vento</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">tira teias e traças.</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></div><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Na boca do mundo</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">areia e aranhas</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">mata-me essa agonia</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">de matar o tempo.</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></div><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Minhas mãos</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">já nem tecem e nem fiam</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">desfiam simplesmente</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">um rosário sem contas.</span></strong></em></div><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></div><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Paulo Tácito<br /><br /></span></strong></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-4719759261330614544?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-36192184209622340202010-11-09T13:28:00.002-03:002010-11-09T13:32:31.735-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TNl3kfc0IRI/AAAAAAAAAaI/QtA0ANW7Y_k/s1600/galhos%2Bsecos.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TNl3kfc0IRI/AAAAAAAAAaI/QtA0ANW7Y_k/s400/galhos%2Bsecos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537588685630087442" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Nos galhos secos de uma árvore qualquer<br />Onde ninguém jamais pudesse imaginar<br />E o Criador nosso Deus<br />Nos deu uma flor a brotar</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Olhai, olhai, olhai.<br />Os lírios cresceram nos campos<br />E o Senhor, nosso Deus<br />Nos têm alimentado para nossa alegria</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Para nossa alegria<br />Para nossa alegria</span></p><p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Catedral</span></span><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-3619218420962234020?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-74288356275132192222010-11-04T11:53:00.002-03:002010-11-04T11:55:30.458-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TNLJGRfC30I/AAAAAAAAAaA/5adsp8Bcjac/s1600/perfume+p.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TNLJGRfC30I/AAAAAAAAAaA/5adsp8Bcjac/s400/perfume+p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535708001601773378" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >No corpo do poeta</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >uma essência</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >em fórmulas de letras</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >combinações de fragâncias.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Transnpira gotas do seu elixir</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >deixando vestígios</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >marcas</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >embriagando.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Recolhi nos frascos da memória</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >o perfume das flores</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >a lembrança que se mistura</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >ao perfume da pele.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Simplesmente aromas...</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Amanda</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong></strong></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-7428835627513219222?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-70169595745647459432010-10-30T12:54:00.003-03:002010-10-30T12:57:14.124-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TMxASZYjfiI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/FNhwCkPXY3A/s1600/mulher+poeta+escrevendo.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TMxASZYjfiI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/FNhwCkPXY3A/s400/mulher+poeta+escrevendo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533868726927195682" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Poetas não falam</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">mas exalam</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">o perfume</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">da sua alma.</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sacode a poeira</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">das palavras</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">e lavra</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">versos em ebulição.</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">No versejar</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">acalenta</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">o coração.<br /><br />Amanda<br /></span></strong></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-7016959574564745943?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-23901853905595726952010-10-26T09:34:00.001-03:002010-10-26T09:35:57.504-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TMbLF-y5nSI/AAAAAAAAAZw/GbF8F04Ujd0/s1600/FASCINACAO2222.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TMbLF-y5nSI/AAAAAAAAAZw/GbF8F04Ujd0/s400/FASCINACAO2222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532332495887506722" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">O perfume que exala</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">da tua pele</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">provocando um aroma</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">embriagada</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">sou dominada.</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Vou mapiando </span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">teu corpo</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">faço descobertas inusitantes</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">encontro um abrigo</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">onde o calor mantém aquecido</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">o coroção apaixonado.</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Permito-me ser despida</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">para que a minha essência seja</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">exposta e apreciada</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">me entrego sem reservas.</span></span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Amanda</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-2390185390559572695?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-74369307316426788092010-10-21T10:33:00.004-03:002010-10-21T10:37:15.796-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TMBBjXykSpI/AAAAAAAAAZo/kk1Lkzx9eeQ/s1600/Casal+se+amando.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TMBBjXykSpI/AAAAAAAAAZo/kk1Lkzx9eeQ/s400/Casal+se+amando.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530492418348305042" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">No silêncio da noite</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">mergulho na imensidão</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">do teu braço</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"></span></span> <span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">absorvo paz no teu regaço.</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"></span></span> <span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Percorro teu corpo</span></span> <span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">conheço cada detalhe</span></span> <span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">descubro emoções</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"></span></span> <span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">confunde intenções.</span></span> <span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Me mantém refém</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">nutri meu querer</span></span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">deixa marcas da tua presença</span></span> <span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">antes do amanhecer.</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Amanda</span></span><br /><br />Te dedico...<br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-7436930731642678809?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-7100741656785700802010-10-10T17:18:00.003-03:002010-10-10T18:09:40.983-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TLIrhTbT26I/AAAAAAAAAZg/8CpyyeRKWEA/s1600/poeta.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TLIrhTbT26I/AAAAAAAAAZg/8CpyyeRKWEA/s400/poeta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526527543887518626" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Noites quentes</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">deito e entrego-me</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">na pele o verso</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">tua forma de amar</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">[A poesia torna-se vida]</span><br /></span><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">O pulso bate lentamente</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">presa, cansada</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">um grito irrompe da garganta</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">chego perto da minha loucura.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Um sussurro</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">desarruma</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">adverte...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fecundada estou</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">por seu carinho audacioso.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Toma posse</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">delimita</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">nessa geografia</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">que é só sua.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Estravasa e descansa</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">renova-te</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">e me encontra de novo.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sinta!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A pele que palpita</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">ao ser por você fendida.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Amanda</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-710074165678570080?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-11500200653126352052010-09-27T16:57:00.005-03:002010-10-10T15:29:26.167-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TKD5CLzZqDI/AAAAAAAAAZI/3bYyk45fv0Y/s1600/A+IMAGEM+DO+CASAL+SEPARADO+PELA+PAREDE.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 336px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TKD5CLzZqDI/AAAAAAAAAZI/3bYyk45fv0Y/s400/A+IMAGEM+DO+CASAL+SEPARADO+PELA+PAREDE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521686959079663666" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Imagens velozes</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />se fundem<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">confundem<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">se perdem.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lembranças que não<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">deixará de ser</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />brindo com tua imagem.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Taça que se esvazia</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">recordação que se amontoam<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">e se atropelam.<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">O desejo acordou enfurecido</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">e as lembranças dos beijos</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">consomem.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Te encontrei agora</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">com a pseuda calma dos</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">satisfeitos,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">e provocada</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />te direi sim...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Amanda</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-1150020065312635205?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-47628094208759205042010-09-25T17:56:00.006-03:002010-09-25T18:15:21.359-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TJ5l7Mc225I/AAAAAAAAAZA/x_Ds2kE2BV8/s1600/ondas+1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TJ5l7Mc225I/AAAAAAAAAZA/x_Ds2kE2BV8/s400/ondas+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520962260831755154" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Um grito ecoa<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">é o mesmo som antigo<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">celebrando os símbolos</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">que decifram segredos.<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Quisera saber tua essência<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">conhecer a astúcia<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">e nuances </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">que presenteias.<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">De hora à hora<br />sem sentidos</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />há um grande silêncio fundeado</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">onde os olhos mergulham</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />entre uma onda e outra</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />que levaram ao mar</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">e afogaram-se</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">em águas<br />sem palavras.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Amanda</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-4762809420875920504?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-39585994003679623582010-09-23T14:42:00.003-03:002010-09-23T14:52:06.510-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TJuTZVTt5ZI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Ghl9SGNlkXM/s1600/casal%2Bapaixonado3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520167831698531730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TJuTZVTt5ZI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Ghl9SGNlkXM/s400/casal%2Bapaixonado3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Quero trocar versos e desatino</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">permanecer contigo</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">fazer valer</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">nossos sonhos lindos.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Teus versos</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">revelam teu outro lado</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">tua sutileza</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">teu destino.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Vivo de sonhos</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">insanidade ou castigo?</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Conheci todas as ausências </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">todas as carências</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">mas descobri em ti</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">todos os mistérios</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">critérios</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">...para me apaixonar</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">E levei a sério...</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;">Amanda</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-3958599400367962358?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-53635681419940308762010-07-11T10:55:00.004-03:002010-07-15T20:13:54.035-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TDnQg8Q1usI/AAAAAAAAAYg/YCWLAG1XX0k/s1600/janela+aberta_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 398px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TDnQg8Q1usI/AAAAAAAAAYg/YCWLAG1XX0k/s400/janela+aberta_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492650484906179266" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Pousava sobre a janela</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Corriqueiramente</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Que eu deixava aberta </span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Só pra te ver.</span></span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Horas que passam</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Vislumbro coloridas paisagens</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Que o sol da primavera</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Exalam perfumes matutinos.</span></span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Perco o horário</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Aguardando o momento mágico</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">De um sorriso que chega</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Para mim.</span></span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Amanda</span></span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-5363568141994030876?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-91437493320751813332010-07-04T17:03:00.003-03:002010-07-04T17:52:57.885-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TDD0ivto3MI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Hrdb2egMN7s/s1600/voz.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 375px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TDD0ivto3MI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Hrdb2egMN7s/s400/voz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490156823525252290" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Ecos de silêncio</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Em um recato recanto</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">A voz que conforta</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Um coração canteiro.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">O silêncio me harmoniza</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Vem como uma brisa cálida</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Em serenas asas</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">e se propaga no vácuo.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Espero de você </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Meu mestre</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Que domestique minha dor</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">e me dê cuidados de amestrador.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Amanda</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-9143749332075181333?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-48507317537804715812010-06-23T17:42:00.006-03:002010-06-23T17:59:29.991-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TCJ1qWfWXwI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/yYAyHVMFrL0/s1600/rosa+vermelha.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486076666542710530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TCJ1qWfWXwI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/yYAyHVMFrL0/s400/rosa+vermelha.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Quem o definiria?<br />Dicionário?<br /><br />Só quem experimentou<br />É permitido entender<br />Esse sentimento<br />Por conhecer e decifrar<br />Todos os seus segredos<br />E permitir um diálogo perfeito<br />Por conhecer a sua linguagem.<br /><br /><br />Amanda<br /></span></strong></em><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">(Amo-te)</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-4850731753780471581?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-31296408882940469702010-06-11T15:11:00.007-03:002010-06-11T15:21:06.013-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TBJ-LEhkmlI/AAAAAAAAAYI/EBL86KqDUX8/s1600/olhar.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TBJ-LEhkmlI/AAAAAAAAAYI/EBL86KqDUX8/s400/olhar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481582425121528402" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Brilha e se arremessa</span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">não pode ser ignorado</span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">profano e sagrado</span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">submerge-me...</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Amanda</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-3129640888294046970?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-84336034146753008112010-06-03T19:20:00.003-03:002010-06-03T19:26:05.417-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TAgr8E_kbHI/AAAAAAAAAYA/E48D8DTukAk/s1600/67573574_1-Imagens-de-Perfume-Juliette-Has-a-Gun-Citizen-Queen-by-Romano-Ricci.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TAgr8E_kbHI/AAAAAAAAAYA/E48D8DTukAk/s400/67573574_1-Imagens-de-Perfume-Juliette-Has-a-Gun-Citizen-Queen-by-Romano-Ricci.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478677257828723826" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Saudáveis sentidos</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Que produz prazer</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Fascina a alma</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Preenche o corpo e mente.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Que maciez...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Roçar de pele</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Frenesi sensual</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Toque acariciante.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Cheiro matinal</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Prazer sensitivo</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Doce fragância</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Amor do dia-a-dia.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Amanda</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-8433603414675300811?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-76047159928970729682010-05-30T10:52:00.005-03:002010-05-30T11:13:07.645-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TAJyZuRsGoI/AAAAAAAAAXY/MPplC5oPOzk/s1600/p%C3%A1ssaro.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/TAJyZuRsGoI/AAAAAAAAAXY/MPplC5oPOzk/s400/p%C3%A1ssaro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477065883080465026" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Livre e fora da gaiola</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">O belo passarinho</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Prisão não consola</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Vive triste tão sozinho.</span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Ser homem<br />É melhor</span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">que passarinho?</span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br />Como transgressor</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Vivo longe do ninho.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">É solitário ...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Ninguém percebe, sou sofredor<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Amor com paixão</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Paixão com tanta dor.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Amanda</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-7604715992897072968?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-60274488865017238222010-05-19T16:55:00.003-03:002010-05-19T17:12:50.078-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S_RGL37hUyI/AAAAAAAAAXA/8mTeoFEX2xM/s1600/mulher-nua-pedra.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S_RGL37hUyI/AAAAAAAAAXA/8mTeoFEX2xM/s400/mulher-nua-pedra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473076616968098594" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Morri, vivi</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">sobrevivi</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">choro no nascimento</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">silêncio na morte.</span></span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Um mundo escuro</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">fechado</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">a orquestra se recolheu</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">chegou o fim.</span></span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">De súbito</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">a certeza amarga</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">da solidão</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">semimorte.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Amanda</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-6027448886501723822?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-89789718969307910212010-05-16T10:52:00.003-03:002010-05-16T11:03:33.821-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S-_7K60ogeI/AAAAAAAAAW4/JPEkhry9FjU/s1600/grav_porta_aberta_ve_ceu.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S-_7K60ogeI/AAAAAAAAAW4/JPEkhry9FjU/s400/grav_porta_aberta_ve_ceu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471868237285720546" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Se houver futuro</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">descobrirei o fim</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">daquilo que o presente</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">não pode revelar.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">O fim é o espelho</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">do começo alterado</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">onde é ignorado</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">o pulsar do resultado.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Necessito do futuro</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">onde encontrarei</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">TUDO...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">que o presente não revelou.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Amanda</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> </span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-8978971896930791021?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-32815408230052797382010-05-11T08:49:00.004-03:002010-05-11T09:01:40.489-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S-lHG7bt3mI/AAAAAAAAAWw/wOnoS4AmwR4/s1600/vazio.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S-lHG7bt3mI/AAAAAAAAAWw/wOnoS4AmwR4/s400/vazio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469981406776909410" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">O vazio que tenta esculpir uma idéia</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">e nada acha</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">a não ser</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">o veneno do silêncio.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Um vendaval que não arranca o tédio</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">não há corte fino de uma lâmina</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">sobre a escuridão</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">que aparece.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Nas entranhas uma loucura</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">um pulsar sem sentido</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">inquieto</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">cria uma crosta.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">O choque do silêncio</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">ficará fincado</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">sobre o corpo inerte</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">preso e esquecido.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Amanda</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-3281540823005279738?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-29947492263522897762010-05-06T17:34:00.003-03:002010-05-06T17:48:47.233-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S-MrHsb0ueI/AAAAAAAAAWo/lbe1Ljg2Mg0/s1600/RSanigif.gif"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 340px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S-MrHsb0ueI/AAAAAAAAAWo/lbe1Ljg2Mg0/s400/RSanigif.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468261783744854498" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Que lapso a espontaneidade</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Ligado ao EU</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Fantasia e verdade</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Rejeição e aceitação.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Como compreender</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">o original</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Embriagaram o ar</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">De uma canção perfeita.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Dicotômicas sensações</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Ofusca o brilho</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Remove a voz</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Trai o sonho.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Gesto irracional</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Enigma indecifrável</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Aniquilamento terreno</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Redenção espiritual.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Amanda</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-2994749226352289776?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-572495135054133512010-04-23T16:44:00.004-03:002010-04-23T17:00:43.939-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S9H7egcfq3I/AAAAAAAAAWg/wbDziuKG-Bo/s1600/mulher+em+noite+de+luar.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S9H7egcfq3I/AAAAAAAAAWg/wbDziuKG-Bo/s400/mulher+em+noite+de+luar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463424324501220210" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S9H5nZtxo5I/AAAAAAAAAWY/RbdK9iYADt4/s1600/palco_auditorio.jpg"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Uma lua nua<br />Provocante<br />Só uma imagem<br />Uma saudade.<br /><br />Aguardo-te quieta<br />Subjugada pelas horas<br />Embriagada pela alvorada<br />Que me atropela.<br /><br />Com a brisa chegaste<br />Na face da tarde<br />No meu rosto<br />Acariciaste.<br /><br />Uma chegada veloz<br />Se fundem<br />Confundem<br />reluz.<br /><br />...É noite novamente...<br /><br /><br />Amanda<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-57249513505413351?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-70751532118665220162010-04-13T14:23:00.003-03:002010-04-13T14:42:16.897-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S8Ssu0nseHI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/batyyGnlKaI/s1600/calcinha.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459678568678979698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S8Ssu0nseHI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/batyyGnlKaI/s400/calcinha.jpg" /></a><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Deito com este corpo<br />Que sei não estar morto<br />Apenas desmaiado de prazer<br />Domado para não mexer.<br /><br />Asma ofegante, claro!</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Qualquer coisa astuta</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Arte e manhas de mulher</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Artimanhas de puta.</span></strong></em></div><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Fêmea famita, tantos zelos</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Quando pintar os seus pelos</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Esqueça o fio que nos deixa presos</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Quero embaraçar meu poema em teu novelo.</span></strong></em></div><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Nada pode haver noutras artes</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Noutras partes, é aceso o cio</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Que me enche e afunda</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Os lances largos desta bunda.</span></strong></em></div><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Acordo cedo</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Para de novo te desejar</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Insisto para ficar</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Armo ardis para você demorar.</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></div><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Te espero de novo</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Com hálito de menta</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Um banho, um renovo</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Já te vejo atenta.</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></div><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Vem o desmaio do prazer</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">E ainda, não basta a ti.</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Acho que deveria</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Ter te deixado ir...</span></strong></em></div><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Tuas fantasias, marcas, murros </span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Desfia em meu pavio</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Esvazia o meu vazio.</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Ranço grudado em cada fio...</span></strong></em></div><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></div><br /><div><a href="mailto:T@CITO/XANADU"><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">T@CITO/XANADU</span></strong></em></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-7075153211866522016?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-54304862282561763482010-04-10T18:45:00.004-03:002010-04-11T21:05:32.480-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S8D3Uf6A74I/AAAAAAAAAWI/fEchBlHBMn8/s1600/noivos.jpg"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 391px; display: block; height: 299px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458634679907315586" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S8D3Uf6A74I/AAAAAAAAAWI/fEchBlHBMn8/s400/noivos.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><strong><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >A porta se abre </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >Um mundo novo surge</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >Olhares frenéticos</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >Sintonia recíproca.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >Surge um clima propício</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >De uma conquista plena</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >Um ritual de carícias</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >Uma vida intensa.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >Quero mimar-te</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >Por toda a sua vida</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >Fazer-te conhecer o pleno</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >sentido da essência FELICIDADE.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >Ao meu grande amor...</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >Amanda</span></strong></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-5430486228256176348?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-46243624467286791232010-04-06T18:30:00.005-03:002010-04-06T18:45:54.293-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S7urK8XBcnI/AAAAAAAAAWA/WrzXgX_tMBI/s1600/casal_.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457143577979220594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S7urK8XBcnI/AAAAAAAAAWA/WrzXgX_tMBI/s400/casal_.jpg" /></a><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Fidelidade é o que se espera<br />Quando uma alma se esmera<br />E se mantem sincera numa vida a dois<br />Sem o antes e o depois .<br /></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Fidelidade, entre amantes<br />Como se fizera dantes<br />É primordial, na vida do casal .<br /><br />Fidelidade, se faz abrigo<br />Presentes em nossas vidas<br />Cicatrizando as feridas<br />Deixadas por amor antigo .<br /><br />Fidelidade, é atitude singela<br />Possivel, quando se quer<br />Partilhada entre amantes<br />Um homem, uma mulher .</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Autora: Helena<br /></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">"Dedico a você"<br /></span></strong></em><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-4624362446728679123?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-19581648142043126992010-04-04T11:36:00.003-03:002010-04-04T12:07:04.708-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S7iq7M-fVBI/AAAAAAAAAVo/GtMUlYJkC0E/s1600/nua__cintura_para_cima.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456298882631685138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S7iq7M-fVBI/AAAAAAAAAVo/GtMUlYJkC0E/s400/nua__cintura_para_cima.jpg" /></a><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Teu corpo provocante de desejos</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Ardentemente quer o delirante afago</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Me entrego intensamente ao teu mundo reluzente</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">De fantásticas visões erotizantes.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Sedutor me conduzes</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">A lugares que exalam afrodisíaco</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Me acomodando em tua alcova sedutora</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Requintada de amor, completamente.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">No lugar secreto que conjuga as essências</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Do fantástico, do erotismo, da beleza</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Aplacamos nossa sede de amor.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Delirando, entrego-me à volúpia</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Das carícias em teu corpo </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Do teu cálido sussurro excitante.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Amanda</span></strong></em><br /><br />(Intensos momentos... )</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-1958164814204312699?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-86038881932347896542010-03-31T19:09:00.008-03:002010-03-31T20:45:16.376-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S7PcykgkNFI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/-Is3D5GpiFU/s1600/estrela3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 357px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454946335027639378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S7PcykgkNFI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/-Is3D5GpiFU/s400/estrela3.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Olhos parados</span></strong></em></div><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">na estrela da manhã</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">seus raios em mim se instalam</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">celulas renovadas</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">meus lábios se calam.</span></strong></em> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">*</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Navio guiado pela estrela</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">sugere uma rota</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">aponta um caminho</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">de longe um auxílio </span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">vem de mansinho.</span></strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Acolhida em delírio</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">em teus braços me firmo</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">presença constante</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">surpreendente alegria</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">viverei, não morrerei</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">[a Ele cantarei].</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Amanda</span></strong></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-8603888193234789654?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-64376736772041048832010-03-29T13:13:00.004-03:002010-03-29T17:06:20.696-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S7EIMDqCx9I/AAAAAAAAAUk/csa7x1PrrzQ/s1600/51.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454149626955483090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S7EIMDqCx9I/AAAAAAAAAUk/csa7x1PrrzQ/s400/51.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Chegastes...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Como um raio de sol,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">teu calor</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">tocou meu vazio</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">abri meu segredo</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">e deixei expostos </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">se aquecendo.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Amanda</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-6437673677204104883?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-82119990924169078472010-03-26T09:38:00.004-03:002010-03-26T10:06:57.398-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S6ytkYcksfI/AAAAAAAAAR0/-NU3hSPanY0/s1600/fim+de+tarde.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452924089388020210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S6ytkYcksfI/AAAAAAAAAR0/-NU3hSPanY0/s400/fim+de+tarde.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Fim de tarde</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>sem areia</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>sem mar</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>com céu</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>sem azul...</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Pouca luz</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>no fim do horizonte</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>o céu derrama</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>sua tinta </em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>nas águas do mar...</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Junto os pedaços </em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>na praia</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>e forma teu nome</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>escrito</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>dentro de mim...</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Espero uma luz</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>que vem </em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>na mudança do dia</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>nos finais de tarde</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>tem paz...</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Amanda</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-8211999092416907847?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-88291365960079704772010-03-08T18:33:00.003-03:002010-03-08T18:44:58.971-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S5VvWrcE6CI/AAAAAAAAARs/CV1-02Ahebo/s1600-h/lagrimas01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446381759782774818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S5VvWrcE6CI/AAAAAAAAARs/CV1-02Ahebo/s400/lagrimas01.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Lágrima sútil no olhar</em></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>de quem tanto quero </em></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>faz minha alma implorar.</em></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Se não perdoas, desespero.</em></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Lágrima inocente comovida.</em></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>O que te faz triste assim?</em></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Sabes que para mim és querida</em></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>e, quando sofres dói em mim.</em></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Um beijo terno, uma palavra amena,</em></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>vai nascendo um sorriso</em></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>a tristeza sai de cena,</em></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>aos poucos recobro o juízo.</em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Com a volta do teu sorriso,</em></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>alegria e serenidade.</em></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Minha certeza de paraíso</em></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>é contemplar sua felicidade.</em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>O marzinho quase morno</em></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>no canto dos teus olhinhos, </em></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>cristalizou, virou adorno</em></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Agora já falam de carinhos.</em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="mailto:T@CITO/XANADU"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>T@CITO/XANADU</em></strong></span></a></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-8829136596007970477?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-67936439002957032152010-02-17T18:37:00.004-03:002010-02-17T19:25:43.230-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S3xs0yuFpkI/AAAAAAAAARk/pMtM7Xpdkzo/s1600-h/borboleta-linda.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439342104180794946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S3xs0yuFpkI/AAAAAAAAARk/pMtM7Xpdkzo/s400/borboleta-linda.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Escoam as areias do tempo!</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Do horizonte longínquo</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">espero surgir o sol.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Que de viagem traz consigo</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">segredos e vida.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Embriões de tempos novos</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">alheios à tempos ídos.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Auroras recentes</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">ocasos esquecidos.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Primavera em flor</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">sementes vivas</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">substitutas de flores mortas</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">vida transmigando </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">por corpos vários.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Amanda</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-6793643900295703215?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-52057755614583872642010-02-13T21:32:00.001-03:002010-02-13T21:34:12.932-03:00<em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sou parte do todo</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">e és parte de mim</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">necessidade suprida</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">tudo enfim...</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Amanda</span></strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-5205775561458387264?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-36809249847739653802010-02-07T19:06:00.003-03:002010-02-07T19:36:46.342-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S28_tExiDHI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/0hiHEH6gIJ0/s1600-h/m%C3%A3o.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435633318867635314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 367px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S28_tExiDHI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/0hiHEH6gIJ0/s400/m%C3%A3o.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Já não sei das lutas</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">que passaram o meu corpo</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">das glândulas </span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">da rotina</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">das células</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">do tempo nascendo</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">sumindo</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">escapando da palma da mão.</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></div><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sangue </span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">sentimentos</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">neuroses</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">olhos humanos</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">o amor inevitável</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">é o meu tempo.</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O tempo corre comigo</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">no espaço do dia</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></div><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Dia de orgia</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">temporal</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">até que as coisas</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">se apascentem</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">e se assentem</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">no tempo.</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O tempo e o vento</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">tira teias e traças.</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></div><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Na boca do mundo</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">areia e aranhas</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">mata-me essa agonia</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">de matar o tempo.</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></div><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Minhas mãos</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">já nem tecem e nem fiam</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">desfiam simplesmente</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">um rosário sem contas.</span></strong></em></div><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></div><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Paulo Tácito</span></strong></em></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-3680924984773965380?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-73893018994364196122010-01-28T12:23:00.003-03:002010-01-28T13:22:01.923-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S2G5oGk_MsI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/4yBmeLsOKkY/s1600-h/inst_violino_a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S2G5oGk_MsI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/4yBmeLsOKkY/s400/inst_violino_a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431826724197184194" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Ouvir</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">uma melodia</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">que alivia a alma</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">e faz resnascer.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Que produza esperança</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">sangue novo</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">voz suave</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">um rio de águas quente </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">[e cristalina].</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Bom de ouvir</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">de sentir</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">de refletir</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">de apaudir.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Melodia esperada...</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Amanda</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-7389301899436419612?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-20380235573517267622010-01-26T10:40:00.005-03:002010-01-26T11:42:30.297-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S176Eefav8I/AAAAAAAAAQs/Q0q3QCSJBFc/s1600-h/1f2a49287d68ebe9f5bf0530b1409a1b_web.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S176Eefav8I/AAAAAAAAAQs/Q0q3QCSJBFc/s400/1f2a49287d68ebe9f5bf0530b1409a1b_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431053155466657730" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Uma estrada longa</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">espinhos</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">flores</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">desertos</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">carinhos.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Larga</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">estreita</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">cinzenta</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">com cores.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Desafios</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">pouca força</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">bravuras</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">solidão</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">multidão.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Sementes brotadas</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">numa terra</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">antes seca</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">agora fértil.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Árvore frondosa</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">frutos benditos</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">tempo de colheita</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">amor pra ser vivido.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >(Dedico ao meu grande amor)</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Amanda</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-2038023557351726762?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-16618405958276286552010-01-20T13:54:00.004-03:002010-01-20T15:01:35.824-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gc1zW14kP2c/S1c4y5jCD-I/AAAAAAAAACo/lbN6EDwscNY/s1600-h/Tct%26Marli+053.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gc1zW14kP2c/S1c4y5jCD-I/AAAAAAAAACo/lbN6EDwscNY/s320/Tct%26Marli+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428870322910793698" border="0" /></a>Foto: Paulo Tácito<br /><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Há momentos</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> que descobre-se valores...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> ... Uma atitude</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> que constrói</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> um alicerce</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> para vida toda,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> o valor é inestimável.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> Foi em um momento</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> que as jóias mais preciosas</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> foram encontradas,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> no olhar sereno</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> na voz meiga</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> na renúncia</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> numa atitude nobre.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> O que torna alguém especial</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">é a sensibilidade </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">de tornar o outro especial<br />e a dedicação<br /> incondicional.</span><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:100%;" >(A você que me ensina a te amar cada vez mais através das suas atitudes)<br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Amanda</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span> <br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-1661840595827628655?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-2392697275452203512010-01-15T09:30:00.009-03:002010-01-16T21:55:48.869-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S1C5PPQ7l6I/AAAAAAAAAQk/-QpBCGbrja0/s1600-h/quieta_clairobscur.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427041222428170146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S1C5PPQ7l6I/AAAAAAAAAQk/-QpBCGbrja0/s400/quieta_clairobscur.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:lucida grande;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">No silêncio</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">escuto a alma acuada</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">sem ousar sair.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">Escuridão desconhecida</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">perdida sem ter</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">pra onde ir.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">Um túnel luminoso</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">desenha uma estrada</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">possibilitando uma caminhada.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">Lugarejo seguro</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">brisa suave</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">aguçada liberdade.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">Embalaremos este sonho</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">para vivermos</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">um pedacinho do céu.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">Amanda</span></span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-239269727545220351?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-39828521167179325902010-01-13T14:48:00.003-03:002010-01-13T15:15:54.220-03:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Por que me resgatou?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> Por que me trouxe aqui?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> Por que me queres Deus tanto assim?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> Se contra o céu pequei, e contra ti também.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> Minha vida eu destruí, como errei...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> Por que me queres tanto assim?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Filho eu quero tanto</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> Enxugar teu pranto te fazer só meu.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> Filho eu quero ser teu Deus</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> Eu te amo tanto, tanto, tanto, tanto</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> Filho vem ser meu, filho eu quero ser teu Deus</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> Porque me queres tanto assim?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> Eu quero te envolver em meus mistérios</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> No manto da minha Glória</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> Eu vou desenrolar o rolo santo</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> Mudar a tua história</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> Eu vou fazer de ti vaso de honra</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> Eu vou envergonhar os que te zombam</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> Vou te dar vitória</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> Por que me queres tanto assim?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Filho eu quero tanto</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> Enxugar teu pranto te fazer só meu.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> Filho eu quero ser teu Deus</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> Eu te amo tanto, tanto, tanto, tanto</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> Filho vem ser meu, filho eu quero ser teu Deus</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> Por que eu te amo !!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> Eu te amo tanto! ó meu Deus</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Música cantada por Lázaro. (Ex Olodum)</span><br /><br />Comentário:<br /><br />O amor de Deus nos constrange, Ele nos ama incondicionalmente, apesar das nossas falhas, tem pensamentos bons a respeito do homem.<br /><br />Convido os amigos do blog a comentar a letra dessa música.<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-3982852116717932590?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-5378272044098314482010-01-09T09:41:00.005-03:002010-01-09T11:28:57.792-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S0iSg4qqgSI/AAAAAAAAAQc/6s_hR0mjpmw/s1600-h/mulher+musical.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 391px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S0iSg4qqgSI/AAAAAAAAAQc/6s_hR0mjpmw/s400/mulher+musical.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424746844832563490" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Marcas que ficam</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">que dói</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">registram tempos</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">acontecimentos.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Marcas que fizeram</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">viver e morrer</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">amar e odiar.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Uma vida toda</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">pra recordar.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Novas marcas</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">que nutrem</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">uma vida,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">a história,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">sendo escrita</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">numa nova página</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">onde o amor</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">é inspiração</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">e o viver realização.<br /><br />As novas marcas<br />são benéficas...<br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Amanda</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-537827204409831448?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-57701435888432568812010-01-06T13:57:00.003-03:002010-01-06T14:22:12.926-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S0TGncH2ULI/AAAAAAAAAQU/K4c0iHYzNP4/s1600-h/correntes2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S0TGncH2ULI/AAAAAAAAAQU/K4c0iHYzNP4/s400/correntes2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423678232127230130" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Noites escuras</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">alma vazia </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">chagas no corpo</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">numa pele fria.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Pouca respiração</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">olhos cerrados</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">de um rio</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">que <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">deságua</span> em mim.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Prisioneira ambulante</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">banduleira</span> cativante</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">correntes cerradas</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">enferrujadas.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">... Esperando ser liberta</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">do pesadelo</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">para viver</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">um novo sonho...</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Amanda</span> </span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-5770143588843256881?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-20720052201444726392010-01-04T11:26:00.004-03:002010-01-04T11:57:49.589-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S0IB2Y7ly7I/AAAAAAAAAQM/0hh6jo3w6l4/s1600-h/orar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/S0IB2Y7ly7I/AAAAAAAAAQM/0hh6jo3w6l4/s400/orar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422898935224454066" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">PARA MEDITAR:</span></span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Deus fez o Paraíso (Jardim do Éden)</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">lugar perfeito</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">tudo poderia ter dado certo,</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">se não não fosse</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">a desobediência do homem.</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Toda ordem deve ser cumprida.</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Quando uma lei é infligida</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">as consequências são grandes.</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Deus poderia ter desistido do homem</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">mas, Ele preferiu</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">apostar nele novamente</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">dando-lhe oportunidade.</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Pelas atitudes erradas</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">sofreram punições por isso,</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">mas a oportunidade </span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">estava diante deles (o casal)</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">para recomeçarem</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">de forma acertada.</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">O perdão foi manifesto</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">e recomeçar</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">era a palavra de ordem.</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Deus não desiste de você</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">nem de nada que te diz respeito.</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Acredite nisso.</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">E se Deus não desistiu de você</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Você não tem direito</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">de desistir de você mesmo.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Amanda</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-2072005220144472639?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-17474781014569243272009-12-30T19:36:00.003-03:002009-12-31T10:14:01.962-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SzvW0zCGTmI/AAAAAAAAAQE/wzIOWsOkWu4/s1600-h/alian%C3%A7as.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421162779011075682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SzvW0zCGTmI/AAAAAAAAAQE/wzIOWsOkWu4/s400/alian%C3%A7as.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Grandes prazeres<br />Sentidos ao seu lado.<br />Descrever não é possível<br />São indescritíveis<br />Apenas sentidos.<br />Falar sobre eles<br />É um esboço daquilo<br />Que se é íntegra.</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></div><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Quando juntos,<br />Tudo é suprido<br />Lacunas são preenchidas.<br />Falo de “amor”<br />É completo.<br />Temos a mesma forma<br />Gostamos da mesma cor<br />Sentimos os mesmos prazeres.<br />Coincidência ou perfeição?</span></strong></em></div><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Descubro-me em ti.<br />Espelho que tenho!<br />Quando aparentava<br />Nada saber,<br />Devagar evoluí.<br />“Menina inocente”<br />Ou “Mulher experiente”<br />Não sei dizer.<br />Mas, sei que gosto<br />De meu jeito de ser.</span></strong></em></div><div><br /></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Fundi-me em você...</span></strong></em></div><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></div><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">... TUDO PARÁ QUANDO AGENTE FAZ AMOR. </span></strong></em></div><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></div><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></div><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Amanda</span></strong></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-1747478101456924327?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-54850543031360902552009-12-28T12:57:00.003-03:002009-12-30T18:47:49.861-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SzjWI2VXFZI/AAAAAAAAAP8/ledSFoXPoL0/s1600-h/casal.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420317599052797330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SzjWI2VXFZI/AAAAAAAAAP8/ledSFoXPoL0/s400/casal.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">O que dizer: Coisa de pele</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">enlaçada</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">extasiada</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">apaixonada.</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">Esse cheiro que empreguina</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">despertando o vulção</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">inativo</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">que acorda.</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">Cheiro de homem</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">bicho selvagem</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">corre atrás da presa</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">deixa em seu domínio</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">suga todo o seu fôlego</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">a torna desejável.</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">Ela deixa-se prender</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">doa sua vitalidade</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">permite-se ser domada</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">[gosta]</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">deseja novamente</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">ele a torna insaciável.</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">Não tem pressa </span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">de sair de seus braços</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">depois de tudo...</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">Ela se oferece</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">como cativa voluntária</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">e decidida deixa-se perder</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">[nos seus laços].</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">Dominada estou...</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">Amanda</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-5485054303136090255?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-53589923921462003462009-12-22T09:07:00.006-03:002009-12-22T09:18:25.719-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SzC3vph90tI/AAAAAAAAAP0/XGxC-Rhmy_U/s1600-h/casal%2Bapaixonado3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418032380956758738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SzC3vph90tI/AAAAAAAAAP0/XGxC-Rhmy_U/s400/casal%2Bapaixonado3.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Amor no versos de Priscila</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;">*</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;">*</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Quero trocar versos e desatino<br />estar contigo</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">fazer valer</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">nossos sonhos lindos.</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Teus versos</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">revelam teu outro lado</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">tua sutileza</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">teu destino.</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Vivo de sonho</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">insanidade ou castigo?</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Não é proibido fantasiar</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">quero é te conquistar.</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Conheci todas as ausências</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">todas as carências</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">mas descobri em ti</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">todos os mistérios</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">critérios</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">para se apaixonar...</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">... E levei a sério.</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;">*</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;">*</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Priscila</span></strong></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-5358992392146200346?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-50860910654150333202009-12-21T12:29:00.003-03:002009-12-21T12:46:31.155-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/Sy-YTm4thBI/AAAAAAAAAPs/qbSA4wfwXzk/s1600-h/grav+mulher+sentada6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/Sy-YTm4thBI/AAAAAAAAAPs/qbSA4wfwXzk/s400/grav+mulher+sentada6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417716339373343762" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Esperar...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">é um exercício diário.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Assim como a noite</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">espera o dia </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Sem pressa</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">vou esperar</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">até ele chegar.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Ele acordou</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">está a caminho</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">vem sem pressa</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">vem depressa</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">estou a esperar.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Quando chegar</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">vai repousar</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">serei sua anfitriã</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">já está preparado</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">o seu lugar.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Enquanto isso...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">... me preparo pra te amar</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Amanda</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-5086091065415033320?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-90080867155819317962009-12-19T07:53:00.003-03:002009-12-19T08:07:16.134-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/Syyz1lnS43I/AAAAAAAAAPk/f6O_NPEfk0I/s1600-h/partindo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/Syyz1lnS43I/AAAAAAAAAPk/f6O_NPEfk0I/s400/partindo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416902185031230322" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Coragem...</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">para ficar se possível for</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">para ir sem medo de voltar</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">para ser</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">sem desintegrar.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Amanda</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-9008086715581931796?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-27526984760020011452009-12-17T09:32:00.004-03:002009-12-17T09:42:06.711-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/Syol7j_bCII/AAAAAAAAAPc/lI19736wa_w/s1600-h/grito1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 317px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/Syol7j_bCII/AAAAAAAAAPc/lI19736wa_w/s400/grito1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416183207070206082" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Há um grito</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">que quebra o silêncio<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">dizendo sem palavas</span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br />[sob o eco...]<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">a dor insistente</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">de uma alma carente.<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">*</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">*</span><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Códigos indecifráveis</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">dores constatadas,</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> palpáveis<br />com gosto de sangue<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">com ar de liberdade<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">com nome de verdade.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">*</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">*</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br />Extravasar</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">é a palavra de ordem</span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br />para esvaziar a alma pesada</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">permitindo na leveza</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">o fluir da serenidade.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">*</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">* </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br />... Desprendida</span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br />flutua uma alma<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">sem cor<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">sem dor...</span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">*</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">*</span><br />Amanda</span> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-2752698476002001145?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-65967119953046450832009-12-15T11:55:00.003-03:002009-12-15T12:07:58.576-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SyemRS7rOcI/AAAAAAAAAPU/MS3HWUjygko/s1600-h/rosto%5B15%5D2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SyemRS7rOcI/AAAAAAAAAPU/MS3HWUjygko/s400/rosto%5B15%5D2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415479893006432706" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Na penumbra da noite</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">olhos embaçados</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">sonolenta não percebo</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">sentimentos emaranhados.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">A pouca visão</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">não me permite</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">decifrar com cuidado</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">uma caricatura indecifrável.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Temo, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">não entendo</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">me assusta</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">o que posso encontrar.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Ando lentamente</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">nem sei se quero chegar</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">por medo </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">do que possa vir a encontrar.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Amanda</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-6596711995304645083?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-43335269936035478962009-12-11T14:05:00.005-03:002009-12-11T18:26:10.781-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SyK4ZbjxVXI/AAAAAAAAAPM/CUNarqJ5RHg/s1600-h/teBeijo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414092449086788978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SyK4ZbjxVXI/AAAAAAAAAPM/CUNarqJ5RHg/s400/teBeijo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Pele marcada</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>que tem dono</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>empregnada </strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>pelo teu cheiro.</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Ser TUA</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>é uma prerrogativa MINHA</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>um privilégio</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>NOSSO.</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;">*</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Amanda</strong></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-4333526993603547896?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-77764795276163623882009-12-09T09:15:00.003-03:002009-12-09T09:40:11.154-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/Sx-ai0tHsBI/AAAAAAAAAPE/49gMnB7MJNg/s1600-h/1a-quinta.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/Sx-ai0tHsBI/AAAAAAAAAPE/49gMnB7MJNg/s400/1a-quinta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413215200176746514" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">... O sacrifício</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">o esforço que é realizado</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">é percebido</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">na tentativa</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">de construir o ofício.</span></span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Para se cumprir um ofício</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">requer sacrifícios</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">renúncias</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">abandono de letras</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">envelhecidas.</span></span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">A nova letra</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">simples</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">da cantiga</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">tem vibrações</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">gosto... </span></span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">TERNURA...</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Amanda</span></span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-7776479527616362388?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-7063171311515264832009-12-08T14:57:00.001-03:002009-12-08T14:59:54.272-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/Sx6TsnVyYDI/AAAAAAAAAO8/uJEVBAv4vaY/s1600-h/amorda%C3%A7ada.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/Sx6TsnVyYDI/AAAAAAAAAO8/uJEVBAv4vaY/s400/amorda%C3%A7ada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412926196829806642" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-706317131151526483?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-18329348878811863652009-12-06T19:49:00.002-03:002009-12-06T19:55:55.000-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/Sxw2ZD5ybjI/AAAAAAAAAOs/lBuYaAdhULg/s1600-h/saudades+de+vc.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412260656364809778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/Sxw2ZD5ybjI/AAAAAAAAAOs/lBuYaAdhULg/s400/saudades+de+vc.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Sei onde há silêncio</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">quero te amar</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">ouvir ecoar</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">a velha canção</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">lembrando a fusão</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">da nossa alma.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Deixa nos meus lábios</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">o teu medo</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">vem comigo</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">te levarei ao infinito.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">O presente é uma estrada</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">uma sombra atrás</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">uma luz na frente.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Amanda</span></strong></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-1832934887881186365?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-59277937577581668852009-12-01T17:52:00.002-03:002009-12-06T19:49:37.273-03:00<span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Lembro com saudades<br />de momentos vividos<br />e não esquecidos...<br />Das horas em teus braços.<br />Pensei em parar o relógio<br />para não vê o tempo passar.<br />Resgato da lembrança<br />momento único<br />que prevalece até hoje.<br />Resisto ao tempo...<br />Deixando vivo<br />o amor da lembrança passada<br />e da imortalidade presente.<br /><br /><br />Amanda</strong></em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-5927793757758166885?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-26279656087868928932009-11-28T15:06:00.003-03:002009-12-01T09:06:53.771-03:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1jP7DoW5FMI&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1jP7DoW5FMI&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Não sei porque você se foi<br />Quantas saudades eu senti<br />E de tristezas vou viver<br />E aquele adeus não pude dar...<br /><br />Você marcou na minha vida<br />Viveu, morreu<br />Na minha história<br />Chego a ter medo do futuro<br />E da solidão<br />Que em minha porta bate...<br /><br />E eu!<br />Gostava tanto de você<br />Gostava tanto de você...<br /><br />Eu corro, fujo desta sombra<br />Em sonho vejo este passado<br />E na parede do meu quarto<br />Ainda está o seu retrato<br />Não quero ver prá não lembrar<br />Pensei até em me mudar<br />Lugar qualquer que não exista<br />O pensamento em você...<br /><br />E eu!<br />Gostava tanto de você<br />Gostava tanto de você...<br /><br />Não sei porque você se foi<br />Quantas saudades eu senti<br />E de tristezas vou viver<br />E aquele adeus não pude dar...<br /><br />Você marcou em minha vida<br />Viveu, morreu<br />Na minha história<br />Chego a ter medo do futuro<br />E da solidão<br />Que em minha porta bate...<br /><br />E eu!<br />Gostava tanto de você<br />Gostava tanto de você...<br /><br />Eu corro, fujo desta sombra<br />Em sonho vejo este passado<br />E na parede do meu quarto<br />Ainda está o seu retrato<br />Não quero ver prá não lembrar<br />Pensei até em me mudar<br />Lugar qualquer que não exista<br />O pensamento em você...<br /><br />E eu!<br />Gostava tanto de você<br />Gostava tanto de você...<br /><br />Eu gostava tanto de você!<br />Eu gostava tanto de você!<br />Eu gostava tanto de você!<br />Eu gostava tanto de você!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-2627965608786892893?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-63816876140435020732009-11-26T15:16:00.004-03:002009-11-27T12:23:29.271-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/Sw7LmEL0oUI/AAAAAAAAAOc/87evbT8brPc/s1600/seioss.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408484057337340226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/Sw7LmEL0oUI/AAAAAAAAAOc/87evbT8brPc/s400/seioss.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">Nas sedas do meu quarto</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">vislumbro o teu corpo</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">excitado</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">sussurrando</span> ao meu lado.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">Palavras provocantes</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">me deixando desarmada,</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">rendo-me ao teu encanto.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">Rasga meu vestido</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">toma-me em teus braços</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">faz-me prisioneira</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">me embriaga</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">no teu regaço.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">Tatua minha pele</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">com teu amor devasso.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Amanda</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)">... A você...</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-6381687614043502073?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-44951911999395127472009-11-24T09:07:00.005-03:002009-11-27T12:24:14.777-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SwvMwfb6INI/AAAAAAAAAOE/XOfPfP6ECi4/s1600/blogagem.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407640911032754386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SwvMwfb6INI/AAAAAAAAAOE/XOfPfP6ECi4/s400/blogagem.jpg" border="0" /></a><span id="formatbar_Buttons" style="DISPLAY: block"><span onmouseup="" class=" on down" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" title="Alinhar ao centro" style="DISPLAY: block" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);"><img class="gl_align_center" alt="Alinhar ao centro" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /></span></span> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"><br />Um conto com Néctar da Flor</span><br /></span><br /><div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:georgia;" ><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-size:130%;">Do outro lado da rua,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">um rosto, sem histórias, sem nome.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">A linda menina encantou-se ao vê-lo.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">O silêncio do momento único,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">não seria repetido,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">as batidas do coração</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">descrevia a emoção sentida,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">jamais experimentada, que ecoava no silêncio</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">daquela manhã de domingo.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Um momento que seria para sempre.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Aproximaram-se...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Um gesto, um riso, um olhar.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">A pele em erupção, desejo de amar.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Não era necessário palavras</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">a expressão corporal, era a forma hamoniosa</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">que dividiam a alegria daquele encontro.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">A sensualidade a flor da pele,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">fazia exalar do seu corpo</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">o cheiro do néctar da flor, </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">compulsivamente agia,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">afirmando de forma genuína a relação afetiva.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">A imaginação podia transportá-los<br />ao paraíso onde o néctar das flores</span>,<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">deixava-os embriagados</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">e as horas encantadas daquele sonho acordado</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">não tinha hora para terminar.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Só o tempo dirá, se essa história de amor</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">vai eternizar.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Uma história de amor<br />com aroma de néctar da flor.</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-4495191199939512747?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-71918639023825470902009-11-18T12:03:00.003-03:002009-11-18T12:45:36.379-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SwQM6l79dLI/AAAAAAAAANM/VIqj92X6muo/s1600/casa+amarela.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SwQM6l79dLI/AAAAAAAAANM/VIqj92X6muo/s400/casa+amarela.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405459653506987186" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SwQM6l79dLI/AAAAAAAAANM/VIqj92X6muo/s1600/casa+amarela.jpg"></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Em um lugar lindo e solitário</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >uma casinha acolhedora existe.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Portões abertos</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >luzes acesas</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >mobílias arrumadas</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >esperando na madrugada.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Deixo na janela</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >um lenço branco rendado</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >sinalizando a paz</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >e o início de uma nova</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >jornada</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >para uma história apaixonada.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Te esperando...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Começando</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >vivendo</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >amando.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Amanda</span><br /></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-7191863902382547090?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-29556309863679607832009-11-16T21:25:00.004-03:002009-11-16T21:39:37.428-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SwHwUgWjwAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/cCWvtAJuc90/s1600/mulher+amorda%C3%A7ada.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404865262893907970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SwHwUgWjwAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/cCWvtAJuc90/s400/mulher+amorda%C3%A7ada.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>De longe</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>te assisto </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>procurando</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>fantasiando</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>se inspirando </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>provocando.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Atadas por correntes</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>amordaçada em silêncio</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>imploro com um olhar</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>que fala</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>que chora</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>que sente.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Estou aqui</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>me olha</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>enxuga minhas lágrimas</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>coloca remédio</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>na ferida que sangra.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Enfadonho é o caminho</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>da espera</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>da mudança</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>traz bálsamo</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>a um coração doente.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Deixa quieto</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>procura outra forma lúdica</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>de sentir</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>emoções</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>sem sangrar corações.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Amanda </strong></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-2955630986367960783?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-13944060207274414332009-11-14T13:50:00.003-03:002009-11-14T13:58:12.483-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/Sv7gkH9FqpI/AAAAAAAAAMs/HwX-fEMFOWk/s1600-h/gillete.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404003514106358418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/Sv7gkH9FqpI/AAAAAAAAAMs/HwX-fEMFOWk/s400/gillete.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><em><strong>Amor nos versos de Paulo Roberto</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Pegar um coração desavisado.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Dilacerá-lo,</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>extrair o sumo</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>beber em copo cheio,</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>passar a língua pelos lábios depois</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>e beijar a vítima sem piedade!</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>(Nem culpa)</strong></em></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-1394406020727441433?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-85329162294638573812009-11-12T11:30:00.005-03:002009-11-12T11:41:43.417-03:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SvwcKKEEmtI/AAAAAAAAAMk/uuJ_8P7zVLI/s1600-h/flor+e+jardim.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403224613763455698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SvwcKKEEmtI/AAAAAAAAAMk/uuJ_8P7zVLI/s400/flor+e+jardim.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Amor nos versos de Whesley Fagliari</strong></span><br /></em><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>AS FLORES E O JARDIM</strong></em></span></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Um jardim, geralmente, é lembrado por abrigar encantadoras flores repletas de cores, formas, tamanho e perfumes diferentes umas das outras. Algumas são frágeis, necessitam de cuidados específicos e constantes. Outras se desenvolvem sozinhas e resistem às mais inesperadas adversidades. Umas sobrepõem-se ás outras. E todas, contudo, dividem um mesmo espaço, um lugar-comum: o jardim. Por certo, parece uma troca justa – o jardim abriga, acolhe e dispõe de todas as condições de desenvolvimento para as flores e estas, por sua vez, tornam a existência do jardim mais colorido, belo e feliz. Não é, entretanto, uma relação de dependência. Nem tampouco de conveniência. É uma relação de cumplicidade. Um constante diálogo entre as flores e o jardim. Pensei nesta analogia para falar sobre as relações humanas. Principalmente as relações amorosas onde somos, por vezes, flores e jardim.<br /><br />Nem todos os dias e momentos são de sol, de brisa ou de harmonia. O inverno deita ao chão as pétalas mais delicadas. Os espinhos acabam ferindo os perfumes mais bem pintados. Daí, o cinza visita morosamente o jardim sem pedir licença. Sorrateiramente aloja-se por entre as flores, que sofrem. Parece não haver cores suficientemente reais para sobreviver. O outono sacode os pensamentos. E as nuvens encobrem os raios luminosos do diálogo. Acaba o entendimento entre o jardim e suas flores. Nada mais parece resistir e permanecer. E, todo este cenário de desordem interior, desenham o melhor cenário para o trabalho do mato, do capim. E existem, ainda, as ervas daninha. Nada mais parece voltar ao que era antes. Por que tudo indica que, mesmo aniquilando todas as ervas venenosas que inoculam suas substâncias ofensivas nas flores mais resistentes, enfraquecendo-as, o jardim já não será o mesmo depois de todo este desgaste. Nem, tampouco, as flores. E, mesmo no diferente, mesmo nos escombros do que havia anteriormente, é possível reconstruir sempre. Um pode absolutamente viver e sobreviver sem o outro, mas, não haveria a menor graça, o mais ínfimo resquício de cor ou brilho. Houve, todavia, a escolha, a vontade, o dispor-se ao outro, a entrega – tanto do jardim quanto das flores. E é justamente esta a razão para que um zele pelo outro, mutuamente.<br /><br /><br />Luz e Paz! </strong></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-8532916229463857381?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-48355735121897733782009-11-10T23:04:00.003-03:002009-11-10T23:16:16.636-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SvoeXl5NvTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/iggOQBSllDw/s1600-h/floresss-300x284.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402664093642243378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SvoeXl5NvTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/iggOQBSllDw/s400/floresss-300x284.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong>Perguntei a um sábio,<br />a diferença que havia<br />entre amor e amizade...<br />O Amor é mais sensível,<br />a Amizade mais segura.<br />O Amor nos dá asas,<br />a Amizade o chão.<br />No amor há mais carinho,<br />na Amizade compreensão.<br />O Amor é plantado<br />e com carinho cultivado,<br />a Amizade vem faceira,<br />e com troca de alegria e tristeza,<br />torna-se uma grande e querida<br />companheira.<br />Mas quando o Amor é sincero<br />ele vem com um grande amigo,<br />e quando a Amizade é concreta,<br />ela é cheia de amor e carinho.<br />Quando se tem um amigo<br />ou uma grande paixão,<br />ambos sentimentos coexistem<br />dentro do seu coração.<br /><br />(William Shakespeare)</strong></span></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">"As vezes não sei bem, se é melhor amar ou lhe ter amizade, ou se os dois. Mas, no fundo pode ser tudo a mesma coisa; que bom né?" (Anônimo)</span></strong></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-4835573512189773378?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-41169431536092415012009-11-10T21:47:00.007-03:002009-11-11T14:33:03.952-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SvoQIGnsBNI/AAAAAAAAAMU/MAMnmWfCQ60/s1600-h/l%C3%A1grimas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402648434386404562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SvoQIGnsBNI/AAAAAAAAAMU/MAMnmWfCQ60/s400/l%C3%A1grimas.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Se eu pudesse faria cessar</strong></em></span> <br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>o mar dos olhos</strong></em></span> <br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">as águas são mornas</span></em></strong> <br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>e levemente queimam a pele suave</strong></em></span> <br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>mas, não é possível</strong></em></span> <br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>simplesmente flui ...</strong></em></span> <br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>E não depende de [1] querer</strong></em></span> <br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">mais de [2].</span></strong></em> <br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;"> <br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">A alma expressa</span></strong></em> <span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>o secreto...</strong></em></span> <br /></span></strong></em> <br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Se o mar</strong></em></span> <br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>deixar de existir </strong></em></span> <br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>a felicidade virá</strong></em></span> <br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>será?</strong></em></span> <br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Silenciosamente</strong></em></span> <br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>deve-se esperar</strong></em></span> <br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>A maré está alta</strong></em></span> <br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>mas vai baixar.</strong></em></span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong> </strong></em></span> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Amanda</strong></em></span> </div> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-4116943153609241501?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-26934859688317368152009-11-09T18:33:00.005-03:002009-11-09T18:43:32.803-03:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SviKs20m10I/AAAAAAAAAMM/I3y1GFH0Pt0/s1600-h/b4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402220256265951042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SviKs20m10I/AAAAAAAAAMM/I3y1GFH0Pt0/s400/b4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.nectar-da-flor.blogspot.com/">http://www.nectar-da-flor.blogspot.com/</a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Néctar da Flor faz a primeira Blogagem Coletiva onde o tema é: Um conto de amor com cheiro de Néctar da Flor. É com muita felicidade que convidamos todos a conhecer um mundo encantado que há dentro de cada um. Conte um conto, seja personagem da sua história e sinta cada palavra escrita na hora que for contar.</em></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">*</span></em></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">*</span></em></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>As 10 melhores postagens com o tema levarão um layout personalizado ou uma página de scrapbooking digital. O restante das informações já estão incluídas na imagem acima e a inscrição já está aberta.</em></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Basta colocar nessa postagem o seu nome, o nome do blog que irá concorrer e o email.</em></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">*</span></em></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">*</span></em></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Faça parte dessa festa... que festa?</em></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">*</span></em></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">*</span></em></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Aquela que se fantasia com emoção...</em></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">*</span></em></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">*</span></em></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>... VEM?</em></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">*</span></em></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">*</span></em></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Obs: Quem for participar tem que levar esse selo abaixo e deixar visível para todos verem.</em></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-2693485968831736815?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-66001103258207448842009-11-06T15:27:00.004-03:002009-11-06T16:04:05.127-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SvRxFWJSQWI/AAAAAAAAAL8/wdC7_bnTcFM/s1600-h/rosa1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401066189781877090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SvRxFWJSQWI/AAAAAAAAAL8/wdC7_bnTcFM/s400/rosa1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">No silêncio</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">a lua só declara</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">através do seu brilho</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">o poder que exerce </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">o romantismo.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Nem sempre palavras</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">substituem ações</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">mas as ações, mesmo sem som</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">falam mais alto</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">e deixam mensagens com um tom</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">[de bom]</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Poucas palavras</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Muitas ações</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">decifram</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">o oculto</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">de tuas paixões.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Movimentos </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">que declaram</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">sentimentos</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">surpreendentes</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">o teu amar em silêncio.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Pouco a pouco</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">vai surgindo</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">toma uma forma</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">assinada</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">declarada.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Assisto</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">tua quietude nas cores, </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">desenhado</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">na linha imaginária, </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">teu amor ensaiado.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Amanda</span></strong></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-6600110325820744884?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-4598592119435047402009-11-05T10:18:00.003-03:002009-11-05T10:28:40.262-03:00<span style="color:#000099;"><strong>AMOR NOS VERSOS DE Rebeca</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Viver a dois é como viver viajando e quem vive assim sabe que a mala sempre é pronta. Essa bagagem é feita de peças lindas, coloridas, muitas vezes repetidas, mas sempre bem passadas. Quem sabe trilhar estradas é porque soube pilotar o sentimento da sua vida. Só que esquecemos que o dia-a-dia suja os quatro ventos, amarrota as vestimentas e se não for limpa no mesmo dia a trouxa aumenta. Esse mundo a dois tem que ser esfregado peça por peça diariamente, porque temos que dar valor ao que vestimos com emoção. Quando colocamos várias roupas dentro de uma máquina de lavar, não sentimos a mão ardida de um resultado esfregado com zelo. O embalo de uma cumplicidade tem que ser infiltrada nos músculos de uma relação. Uma mesmice tem que saber ser leal com um novo que repete. Tantas alterações existem num roteiro, tantas confusões essa rota causa, mas a paisagem por cima das entrelinhas só fica mais bonita quando o sentido implícito fica bem expressado. Essa vida a dois não é moleza, exije bem mais que jogo de cintura, tem que ter dignidade afetiva e romantismo que saiba colocar a mão no peito com amor. O romanesco é sinônimo de aventuras próprias dentro de um romance... e você, o que está esperando?</span></strong></em></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>*</strong></em></span></div><div align="justify"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">*<br /></span>Invente o seu devaneio...</span></span></strong></em></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>*</strong></em></span></div><div align="justify"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">*<br /></span>... porque o amor sem fantasia vira um sentimento enchouriçado.</span></span></strong></em></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>*</strong></em></span></div><div align="justify"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">*<br /></span>~*Rebeca*~</span></span></strong></em></div><div align="justify"><a href="http://nectar-da-flor.blogspot.com/">http://nectar-da-flor.blogspot.com/</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-459859211943504740?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-13300966900177246002009-11-04T21:22:00.000-03:002009-11-04T21:25:03.430-03:00<span style="color:#000099;"><strong>AMOR NOS VERSOS DE Seu Gordo</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Amor que nutri e tempera<br />Amor que demais... sufoca<br />De menos... insignificante torna<br />Vida a dois e andar de mãos dadas pela vida<br />E viver o por do sol<br />Sentir o coração eternizar momentos...<br />Vida a dois e amor e ódio no azeite quente.<br /></strong></em></span><br /><br /><a href="http://seugordo.blogspot.com/2009/11/vida-dois.html">http://seugordo.blogspot.com/2009/11/vida-dois.html</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-1330096690017724600?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-3625667493500381132009-11-04T16:06:00.004-03:002009-11-04T16:12:17.935-03:00<span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>AMOR NOS VERSOS DE Paulo Braccini</strong></span><br /><br /><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Um tema polêmico sem qualquer sombra de duvida. Por isto mesmo, pelo desafio que representava fazer uma contextualização sobre ele, é que aceitei o convite da amiga Amanda para escrever sobre minha percepção sobre Relacionamento Afetivo e Vida a Dois.<br />Longe de mim qualquer pretensão de ser dono de qualquer verdade. Apenas tentarei, traduzir em palavras, um pouco daquilo que os anos de vida e também de relacionamento me ensinaram.<br />Um aprendizado nada fácil, mas que ao final, quando permitimo-nos nos engajar nele, torna a vida mais fácil e mais feliz.<br />O fato de gostarmos de alguém contraria toda a lógica do mundo, isto porque nos deixamos guiar muito mais pelas emoções do que pela razão. Neste contexto, emoção e razão devem estar lado a lado e em proporções devidamente equilibradas.<br />Para que um relacionamento possa prosperar, os parceiros devem justificar o nome e serem verdadeiramente parceiros. Devem complementar-se mutuamente. Parceria implica aspectos importantíssimos tais como: somos indivíduos com personalidade e história próprias, assim, esperar ou exigir mudanças, renúncias, estão inteiramente fora de contexto. Podemos e devemos na verdade é aceitar o outro com suas virtudes e seus defeitos, aceitar o outro como ele é e pelo que ele é, e não como e pelo que imaginamos ou desejamos que ele seja.<br />A regra básica (se é que pode haver alguma regra) tem que ser regida pelo bom senso.<br />Ambos devem ser companheiros, caminhando, aprendendo, vivendo de forma complementar. O que deve haver é um acerto, uma espécie de “acomodação” de personalidades, devendo cada qual ceder um pouco em nome da complementaridade de uma vida a dois.<br />Quando dois seres individuais optam por uma vida a dois, é porque entendem que se amam e que este amor perdurará pra todo o sempre.<br />Infelizmente, nem sempre é o que acontece, pois, a maioria dos parceiros se une sem nem mesmo saber o que vem a ser o amor, muitas vezes confundido com paixão ou por uma atração puramente sexual.Unem-se já pensando em "se não der certo, amanhã ou depois eu me separo!” Não sabem cultivar um relacionamento, construindo-o pacientemente no dia a dia, em meio aos problemas e dificuldades, enfrentando rotinas com carinho, dedicação e boa vontade, sem nunca esquecer a grande importância do diálogo e da cumplicidade, o que torna a parceria a dois extremamente agradável, suprindo-a de forças para enfrentar os obstáculos naturais da vida em comum.<br />Esquecem-se que o amor precisa, ser cultivado com dedicação, carinho, paciência, gentileza e, algumas vezes, com certas “renúncias em benefício do bem comum.Esquecem-se, também, que é preciso manter acesa a chama do encantamento, numa amizade enamorada, que deve ser fruto de uma construção carinhosa e diária, em meio ao bom-humor e a brincadeiras a dois que, ao serem relembradas, poderão proporcionar a ambos deliciosas alegrias. Ambos devem ter em mente que é preciso manter a sedução, numa conquista diária, seja ela construída em meio às tristezas da vida ou às alegrias da cama.Detalhes do dia a dia poderão criar momentos de verdadeira cumplicidade a dois que, paulatinamente, vão reforçando a intimidade e apertando os laços encantadores do amor.Lembremos sempre que o amor não é apenas o acelerar de dois corações, mas sim, uma construção paciente, cuja finalidade é contribuir para a elevação do outro e pelo outro, proporcionando um crescimento mútuo.Serão então dois seres que se impulsionam e crescem em conjunto.<br />Enfim, como afirmei no início, não me considero dono de qualquer verdade. Simplesmente sou uma pessoa que, com base na experiência e nas observações feitas, tenta arriscar e dar alguns palpites sobre este complexo tema - Vida a Dois.<br />Apenas para ilustrar, registro aqui meu testemunho de vida pessoal: Tenho uma experiência de vida a dois, que no dia 26 de setembro último completou 35 anos. Esta experiência possui uma particularidade que, estranhamente, a muitos, ainda é motivo de espanto ou de admiração - trata-se de uma união afetiva entre homossexuais.<br />Esta união foi e vem sendo construída dentro das perspectivas aqui demonstradas, onde o respeito à individualidade de cada um, a cumplicidade e a parceria para os projetos de vida a dois, a transparência e o diálogo permanente, são princípios inalienáveis assumidos por nós dois.<br /><br />DDzinho. te amo!<br /><br /></em></strong></span>Paulo Braccini<br /><a href="http://paulobraccini-filosofo.blogspot.com/">http://paulobraccini-filosofo.blogspot.com/</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-362566749350038113?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-14017159757165929342009-11-03T18:59:00.006-03:002009-11-03T19:32:10.093-03:00O SIGNIFICADO DE UMA VIDA A DOIS<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>AMOR NOS VERSOS DE </strong></span><a href="mailto:T@CITO/XANADU"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>T@CITO/XANADU</strong></span></a><br /><br /><div align="center">"Não se acostume com o que não o faz feliz,</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">revolte-se se for preciso...</div><div align="center">Alargue seu coração de esperanças,</div><div align="center">mas não deixe que ele se afogue nelas,</div><div align="center">Se achar que precisa voltar, volte!</div><div align="center">se perceber que precisa seguir, siga!</div><div align="center">Se estiver tudo errado, comece novamente.</div><div align="center">Se estiver tudo certo, continue.</div><div align="center">Se sentir saudade, mate-a.</div><div align="center">Se perder um amor, não se perca!</div><div align="center">Se achá-lo, segure-o!!!</div><div align="center">Circunda-te de rosas...</div><div align="center">Ame... Chore... Ria..."</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">*</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>O texto acima é de Fernando Pessoa, e ele descreve bem o que penso sobre a relação a dois. Se a relação te faz feliz e existe amor, todo o resto são apenas pormenores. Mas, se a relação não te faz feliz, então nada há que alguém possa fazer.</strong></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>*</strong></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Sabemos, que quase sempre, o sentimento de infelicidade dentro da relação não é compartilhada. Mas, entendo que se um dos dois não é feliz, acabará por envolver o outro nesse estado de infelicidade, e aí o prejuízo é maior.</strong></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>*</strong></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>A parte que se sente preterida sofre, mas depois de um tempo, após superar a "decepção" amorosa, todos acabamos por entender que uma relação uni-lateral não é a melhor relação.</strong></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>*</strong></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>A busca pela felicidade, a qual todos temos o direito, não deve acabar nunca. Embora, saibamos que nossa felicidade não depende de outrem, devemos convir que caminharmos ao lado de uma pessoa que não nos faz feliz, pode significar atraso para ambos.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>*</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>*</strong></em></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="center"><a href="mailto:T@CITO/XANADU">T@CITO/XANADU</a></div><div align="center">www.xanadupoesias.blogspot.com</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-1401715975716592934?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-31745570680550043132009-11-03T09:06:00.005-03:002009-11-03T10:00:35.788-03:00Receberemos no blog amigos, que por meio de suas poesias compartilharão sobre o SIGNIFICADO DE UMA VIDA A DOIS.<br /><br />Sintam-se à vontade para postarem e fazerem seus comentários.<br /><br />É um tema bastante polêmico, romântico e desafiador.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>AMOR NOS VERSOS DE Everson Russo</strong><br /></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>O SIGNIFICADO DE UMA VIDA A DOIS</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>*</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Uma vida a dois é...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Cumplicidade e troca de emoções</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>A chuva molhando duas almas</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>E acolhendo dois corações</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Troca de afetos e carinhos</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Força dupla pra levantar dos tombos</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>E o sentimento de união nas curvas do caminho</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Dividir a mesma cama</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Troca de carícias e verdades</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>O respeito e a lealdade no olhar</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>O toque macio de quem ama</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Saber o significado de um sorriso</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Entender a emoção ou tristeza de uma lágrima</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Sinceridade na presença e respeito na ausência</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>O valor e o reconhecimento preciso</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Andar de mãos dadas na areia da praia</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Deixando juntas as pegadas de amor</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>E mesmo que o mar apague insistentemente</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Novas marcas serão imediatamente gravadas</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Pois o amor é forte e insistente</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>É só ele sabe o seu devido valor</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Entender no silêncio a alma</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>compreender o poder da calma</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Equilíbrio na linha do infinito</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Sentimento forte e envolvente</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>que tornam o final dessa história </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>O mais sensato e mais seveno</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>E esse por do sol o mais dourado e bonito.</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>*</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>*</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">By Everson Russo</div><div align="center">evrediçõesmusicais®</div><div align="center">Direitos autorais reservados lei 9.610 de 19/02/98</div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.olivrodosdiasdois.blogspot.com/">http://www.olivrodosdiasdois.blogspot.com/</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-3174557068055004313?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-30284237592364197812009-11-02T19:32:00.003-03:002009-11-02T19:42:26.622-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/Su9gQevnw1I/AAAAAAAAALs/uCCe9yPagc4/s1600-h/NEBLINA.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399640314487489362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/Su9gQevnw1I/AAAAAAAAALs/uCCe9yPagc4/s400/NEBLINA.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Sem visão, sem emoção</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>não consigo enxergar </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>a neblina embaça</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>não percebo o tempo passar.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Fecho os olhos</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>escuto uma canção</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>meu coração atento</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>chora de emoção.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Uma garoa cai nos meus olhos</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>posso sentir, está muito frio</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>lembro de uma saudade</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>do passado sombrio.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Apenas neblina...</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Amanda</strong></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-3028423759236419781?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-75939446051761515602009-10-30T12:46:00.005-03:002009-10-31T11:43:42.781-03:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SusRn8KphGI/AAAAAAAAALk/tFTlghinPos/s1600-h/rosto+em+tela.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398427956197033058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SusRn8KphGI/AAAAAAAAALk/tFTlghinPos/s400/rosto+em+tela.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:georgia;" >Na tela</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:georgia;" >o rosto embaçado</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:georgia;" >o artista procura definir</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:georgia;" >traços para desenhar [engraçado]</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:georgia;" >Cada traço</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:georgia;" >um desafio</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:georgia;" >mudanças constantes</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:georgia;" >o rosto fica como antes.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:georgia;" >Como um enigma</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:georgia;" >difícil de decifrar</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:georgia;" >assim é pintar rosto</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:georgia;" >sem traços para se inspirar.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:georgia;" >A imaginação sugere</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:georgia;" >o artista segue</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:georgia;" >depois de tudo pronto</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:georgia;" >a supresa acontece.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:georgia;" >Não foi possível.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:georgia;" >Inspirado na postagem de T@cito/Xanadu: Pintando Dúvidas</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:georgia;" >Amanda</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-7593944605176151560?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-32970311666716468822009-10-29T19:31:00.007-03:002009-10-30T10:54:11.221-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SuodHkzZ9BI/AAAAAAAAALc/Q-i9tF9UgjU/s1600-h/ta%C3%A7a"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398159119332537362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 94px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SuodHkzZ9BI/AAAAAAAAALc/Q-i9tF9UgjU/s400/ta%C3%A7a" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">Acredito no que não existe</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">mas que poderá vir a ser</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">em um sol que surge</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">naquilo que vai nascer.</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">Pouco a pouco</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">o tempo vai passando</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">o inexistente</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">já é presente.</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">Intangível</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">parece impossível</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">mas, tudo é possível</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">ao que crê.</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">Como metamorfose</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">a transformação acontece</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">há festa </span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">comemoração e alegria. </span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">Viver sem sombras</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">sem passado</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">horizonte que desponta</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">a mudança radical.</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">Amanda</span><br /><br /><br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-3297031166671646882?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-845491450842468112009-10-28T10:14:00.003-03:002009-10-28T10:33:45.263-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SuhHyu76YnI/AAAAAAAAAK8/uZy4IJhmwXM/s1600-h/casal.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397643090321891954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SuhHyu76YnI/AAAAAAAAAK8/uZy4IJhmwXM/s400/casal.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Aprecio o tempo...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Ele registra e amadurece</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>nossos sentimentos.</strong></em></span></div><span style="color:#ffffff;">*<br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Aprecio a saudade...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Ela me faz perceber tua ausência</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>e desejar tua presença.</strong></em></span></div><span style="color:#ffffff;">*<br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Aprecio teu cheiro...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>É uma mistura de peles</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>minha e sua.</strong></em></span></div><span style="color:#ffffff;">*<br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Aprecio teu olhar...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>eles me dizem o quanto és capaz </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>de me amar.</strong></em></span></div><span style="color:#ffffff;">*</span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Aprecio teus beijos...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Arrebatadores</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>e envolventes.</strong></em></span></div><span style="color:#ffffff;">*<br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Aprecio, apreciar</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>teu jeito único</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>de amar.</strong></em></span></div><span style="color:#ffffff;">*<br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><span style="color:#ffffff;">*<br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><span style="color:#ffffff;">*<br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Amanda</strong></em></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-84549145084246811?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-69432758143546424862009-10-24T09:32:00.004-03:002009-10-24T09:52:17.462-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SuL4XY1gFcI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ecNegrHRDqc/s1600-h/3018351-lg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SuL4XY1gFcI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ecNegrHRDqc/s400/3018351-lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396148384230806978" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Toca-me com liberdade</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >escreve na minha pele</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >teu verso</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >tua verdade.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Declara-me teu amor</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >faz-me sentir<br />teu pulsar</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >um jeito teu de amar.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Como um vento suave</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >que sopra</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >percorre em meu corpo</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >teu respirar.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Sussurros em uma nota só</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >delírios de paixão</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >fico perdida por um instante</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >logo me encontro, que inspiração.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Minha estrela cadente</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >ilumina meu caminho</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >é inevitável o destino</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >chego ao teu cantinho [coração].</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Amanda</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-6943275814354642486?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-70123150563979883942009-10-22T20:28:00.007-03:002009-10-22T20:58:47.847-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SuDwtbdjsXI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mml9wgkPOKU/s1600-h/4177603-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395577016846365042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SuDwtbdjsXI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mml9wgkPOKU/s400/4177603-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong>Amor que não acaba</strong></em></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong>eterniza</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong>que dura</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong>desliza.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong>"Gosto que goste"</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong>da pele</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong>do jeito</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong>da perfomace.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong>Êxtase noturna</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong>que me toma</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong>aquece</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong>oportuna.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong>Torno-me um vulcão</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong>quente</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong>caliente</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong>de montão...</strong></em></span> </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>Suspiros...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong>Momentos de emoção</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong>desejo intenso</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong>acolhido no coração</strong></em></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong>me envolve...</strong></em></span> </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em><strong>"A você, inspiração do meu sentir"</strong></em></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong>Amanda</strong></em></span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-7012315056397988394?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-57913518520753796782009-10-20T11:40:00.002-03:002009-10-20T12:24:40.295-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/St3WHPcOT0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/J-RSqVZYe-4/s1600-h/joias.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394703348552060738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/St3WHPcOT0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/J-RSqVZYe-4/s400/joias.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Queria desvendar o enigma</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>que revela segredos do coração</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>romperia todas as barreiras</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>de acesso a emoção.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Pedra rústica</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>difícil de trabalhar</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>causa cansaço</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>aquele que vai burilar.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Trabalho árduo</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>ferramentas inadequadas</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>sem ajustes</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>não há forma para ajustar.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Tempo, dedicação</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>no processo </strong></em></span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>de transformação</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Bela jóia...</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Amanda</strong></em></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-5791351852075379678?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-15661266965859384212009-10-19T11:37:00.008-03:002009-10-19T12:20:14.074-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/StyBiz8ze6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/Id2-7oMFrgU/s1600-h/OLHOS.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394328888743787426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/StyBiz8ze6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/Id2-7oMFrgU/s400/OLHOS.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Olhos...</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Não dizem nada</span> </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong>ou dizem?</strong></em></span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">escondem verdades</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">ou mentiras?</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Os olhos</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">é o espelho da alma...</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Refletem</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">o íntimo. </span></span></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">*</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Olhos que denunciam</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">que me envolvem<span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>...</em></span></span></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">*</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Na escuridão</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">vagueiam</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">tristes e abandonados</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">querem ser consolados.</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Fita os olhos</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">na verdade...</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Amanda</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"></span><br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-1566126696585938421?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-53331843491234049162009-10-18T11:08:00.003-03:002009-10-18T11:25:23.922-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/StslSqwotPI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ThTbuyVlis8/s1600-h/127.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393945981352457458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/StslSqwotPI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ThTbuyVlis8/s400/127.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Via naquele momento</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>olhos serenos, voz suave,</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>palavras compassadas</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>atitude gentil</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>um beijo molhado.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Noite que abrigava</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>um aconchego</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>um xaveco</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>uma oportunidade...</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Quanta vida havia ali.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Despiu-se diante de mim</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Pensei...</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Conquistar tudo</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>onde ainda não havia nada,</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>só possibilidades.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Era tudo o que queria</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>mais ainda não era nada</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>apenas o sol,</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>que nascia no fim da madrugada.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Amanda</strong></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-5333184349123404916?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-84676694020760746812009-10-15T14:25:00.003-03:002009-10-15T19:26:52.189-03:00<span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><em><strong>Atados ficamos</strong></em></span><br /><div><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><em><strong>pelo coração,</strong></em></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><em><strong>na pele,</strong></em></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><em><strong>com marca,</strong></em></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><em><strong>sem lei.</strong></em></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><em><strong>Não por homens</strong></em></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><em><strong>por regras,</strong></em></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><em><strong>mas por temor,</strong></em></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><em><strong>a Única Testemunha celestial.</strong></em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Pouco a pouco</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">na sutileza do tempo</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">perto estava </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">o sentimento que incendiava.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Um beijo terno</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">uma palavra amena</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">um sorriso nascia</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">um amor crescia.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Ser ou está</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">compromisso presente</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">surgiu naturalmente</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">sem que fosse solicitado.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Apenas chegou</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">se instalou</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">por seres verdadeiro</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">de caráter puro e revelador.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> </span><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><em></em></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><em><strong>Amanda</strong></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-8467669402076074681?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-20758060754749782072009-10-13T13:39:00.005-03:002009-10-14T13:27:51.381-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/StSv59xEhSI/AAAAAAAAAJs/dvfa3pZLFFE/s1600-h/BXK15451_relogio-de-flores-vi%25C3%25B1a-del-mar800.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392128064237110562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/StSv59xEhSI/AAAAAAAAAJs/dvfa3pZLFFE/s400/BXK15451_relogio-de-flores-vi%25C3%25B1a-del-mar800.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Há tempo para cada propósito... </strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Tempo de sorrir</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>tempo de chorar.</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Tempo de abraçar,</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>tempo de afastar-se.</strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Tempo de correr,</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>tempo de ficar parado.</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>O tempo acontece</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>dentro de um tempo</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>estabelecido nas nossas vidas.</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Ele deve ser</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>observado,</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>aproveitado, </strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>respeitado.</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Aproveite o tempo...</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>e seja aliado dele.<br /></strong></em></span><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Amanda </strong></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-2075806075474978207?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-49937778638594287652009-10-10T10:20:00.003-03:002009-10-10T10:59:46.908-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/StCTQsPeP7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/GhlNTVnl44U/s1600-h/noturno.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/StCTQsPeP7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/GhlNTVnl44U/s400/noturno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390970668925730738" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Noite estrelada</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >lua embalada</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >conspiração se arma</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >para uma noite apaixonada.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >No silêncio da noite</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >os corpos se amam</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" ><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">sussurros</span> exprimem</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >aquilo que me encanta.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Pela pele desliza</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >as mãos que acariciam</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >os lábios que falam</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >[palavras de amor]</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >que me fascinam.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Em <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">lençóis</span> brancos</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >descanso em teus braços</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >aquieto-me intensamente</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >no conforto desse enlace.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Noite prolongada...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Toco sua vida</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >sinto desejo</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >e felicidade.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" ><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Amanda</span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-4993777863859428765?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-42066192024545549322009-10-07T19:33:00.006-03:002009-10-07T21:22:28.407-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/Ss0wd80DN-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/4ecV3tGOVy0/s1600-h/mulheres-tatuadas13.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390017620131133410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/Ss0wd80DN-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/4ecV3tGOVy0/s400/mulheres-tatuadas13.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Quero ser...</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>teu sonho,</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>tua fantasia,</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>teu momento desejado.</strong></em></span><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Quero ser...</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>o que sempre esperastes</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>tua outra parte</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>teu ideal de arte.<br /></strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Quero ser...</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>tua inspiração</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>musa adorada</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>perfeita e elaborada.</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Quero...</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>oferecer -te minha pele</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>para que tatues em mim</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>teus versos reversos.</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Imortalize em mim<br />tuas formas ideais </strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>que exprimem</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>teus sonhos absolutos.</strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Como pergaminho vivo</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>levarei impresso</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>teus versos pirogravados</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>na memória e na alma.</strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">"Ao meu amor e poeta predileto"</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div>Amanda</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-4206619202454554932?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-43618486304320967812009-10-03T19:08:00.005-03:002009-10-03T19:34:10.450-03:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SsfPsrkOglI/AAAAAAAAAJU/DKvF_CFfceo/s1600-h/momentos+a+dois.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388503845687951954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SsfPsrkOglI/AAAAAAAAAJU/DKvF_CFfceo/s400/momentos+a+dois.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Sentimentos despertados numa noite</strong></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>que se prolongou por 17 horas. </strong></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Juras não ditas </strong></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>que quase sussurrei em seu ouvido,</strong></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>calado, delirando,</strong></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>um êxtase de encanto</strong></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>e ternura que não sei explicar, </strong></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>apenas sentir.</strong></em></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">*</span></em></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Sentir saudade, desespero,</strong></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>uma dor aguda e estonteante,</strong></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>de uma amizade que agoniza,</strong></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>pela transformação</strong></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>numa paixão intensa, </strong></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>verdadeira, medrosa </strong></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>e que causa tamanho espanto e alegria,</strong></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>que me faz rir,</strong></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>mas também, me faz chorar. </strong></em></span></div><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Amanda</strong></em></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-4361848630432096781?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-18391072765408223182009-10-02T19:47:00.008-03:002009-10-02T21:14:49.829-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SsaFST8RW5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/PX98CebP8fc/s1600-h/alvo"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SsaFST8RW5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/PX98CebP8fc/s400/alvo" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388140553832586130" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Acertar,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >pra ganhar<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >pra vencer<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >pra superar.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Estipule,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >articule</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >atire</span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" ><br />acerte.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Ouse atirar,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >seja veloz<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >não devagar<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >pra alcançar.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Concentre-se,<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >seja determinado</span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" ><br />olhe para o alvo<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >siga pra frente.<br /><br />Olhe,<br />imaginando<br />superando<br />acreditando.<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Não desvie,</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >se prepare<br />aponte<br />atire.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">"Diga pro alvo aí vou eu. Flecha veloz nas mãos de Deus. Vai em frente o mundo é seu". Jamily</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" ><br /><br /></span> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Amanda</span> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-1839107276540822318?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-60204269786585002562009-09-28T19:59:00.003-03:002009-09-28T20:15:12.472-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SsFDbMGfPwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lfamUub2ZF0/s1600-h/1OLHANDO_MAR.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/SsFDbMGfPwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lfamUub2ZF0/s400/1OLHANDO_MAR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386660763695791874" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Não escuto vozes, [humana]</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >não sei que horas são</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >só sei que quero aquietar</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >meu coração.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >O barulho das muitas águas</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >os pássaros que cantam</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >o vento que sopra forte </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >minha alma silenciosa canta.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Pensamentos</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >quietude</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >silenciar</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >calar.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Segredos</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >enigmas,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >é o que quero</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >guardar.<br /><br /><br />Amanda<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-6020426978658500256?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-56516120057915590052009-09-26T08:57:00.002-03:002009-09-26T09:03:47.904-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/Sr4CN3N_ssI/AAAAAAAAAI0/h1xilhLZFIg/s1600-h/Dois+Caminhos+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/Sr4CN3N_ssI/AAAAAAAAAI0/h1xilhLZFIg/s400/Dois+Caminhos+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385744641565897410" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Caminhos...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Como saber qual o certo?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >estreitos, largos,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >difícieis, fáceis, abertos.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Caminhos que leva</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >que traz,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" > que desfaz,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" > que atrai.<br /><br />Caminhos sem voltas,<br />sem rotas,<br />perigosos,<br />preciosos.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Há caminhos que para o homem<br />parecem direitos,<br />mas, o fim deles,<br />são caminhos de morte.<br /><br />Caminhos... </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Amanda</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-5651612005791559005?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773994214461417478.post-19735829718340510802009-09-22T21:47:00.005-03:002009-09-23T00:11:04.055-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/Srl1AgV9lMI/AAAAAAAAAIs/URj9vRvfsAs/s1600-h/SUSURROS.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384463481040639170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ExkMRBZ_oY/Srl1AgV9lMI/AAAAAAAAAIs/URj9vRvfsAs/s400/SUSURROS.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Embevecida estou com o teu amor,</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>arrebataste-me em teus braços</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>em êxtase estou.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Sinto arrepios, um calor</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>não quero que passe,</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>é bom esse enlace.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Rápidos momentos,</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>estremecem a carne</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>deixam marcas profundas</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>que me prende a alma.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Novamente, seria a palavra certa,</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>para tê-lo em meus braços inquieto.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Silêncio quebrado,</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>um brado de gozo</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>representa a satisfação</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>de sentir de novo,</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>teu calor e um </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">sussurro</span> de dor...</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Amanda</span></strong></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773994214461417478-1973582971834051080?l=amanda-amoremversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>M@rli Oliveir@http://www.blogger.com/profile/13141906863086646891noreply@blogger.com3