tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41821428069750331142024-03-04T23:06:43.486-08:00Poesias e PensamentosPoesiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09312041199846655567noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182142806975033114.post-4720862527721339112011-04-15T17:34:00.000-07:002011-04-15T17:40:37.996-07:00O Abraço<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6ZSzmagv7v4EKQdHm3_bQttFLxXOFDHM_CiJwH1E-tUsvwWuFbWSNLqqxjT4KJgT8xaGpNyXMOOWoXS4hVXHtPUEjkhulus4YJ1yLGzXKPsv_4yJNmJrlNw6pLeYTGkRG3jVeFs6R2vc/s1600/amizade.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6ZSzmagv7v4EKQdHm3_bQttFLxXOFDHM_CiJwH1E-tUsvwWuFbWSNLqqxjT4KJgT8xaGpNyXMOOWoXS4hVXHtPUEjkhulus4YJ1yLGzXKPsv_4yJNmJrlNw6pLeYTGkRG3jVeFs6R2vc/s400/amizade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595973578330299394" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">O Abraço é importante para quem dá e para quem recebe.<br />É a forma mais fácil de se expressar o sentimento puro e verdadeiro.<br />Seja quem for que você vai abraçar.<br />Se a pessoa for um tigre que ao se aproximar voce pode sair machucado..<br />Abraçe mesmo assim.<br />Por que o abraço transforma uma FERA em um mais doce dos animais.<br />Ass. Estrela Amiga.<br /></span></div>Poesiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09312041199846655567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182142806975033114.post-75727748931082746912010-12-27T03:52:00.000-08:002010-12-27T04:19:23.846-08:00Feliz Ano Novo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4MbfIul1eKQ0641-vR2FSejrdSRboqPhZWIi6Y997qOq5Irz2E3Ynud6oNgP3AbU2N3hqTh9KBN_3ho4ObuNyrqK_5j1zMdxgGg3LrQUvg30FvV66ud-0yjvlTqYjTZHTIBL4uLd6wEY/s1600/Feliz+Ano+Novo.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4MbfIul1eKQ0641-vR2FSejrdSRboqPhZWIi6Y997qOq5Irz2E3Ynud6oNgP3AbU2N3hqTh9KBN_3ho4ObuNyrqK_5j1zMdxgGg3LrQUvg30FvV66ud-0yjvlTqYjTZHTIBL4uLd6wEY/s400/Feliz+Ano+Novo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555330664678564002" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="LEFT"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><span style="font-size:180%;">Vou seguindo o meu caminho...</span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><span style="font-size:180%;">Trilhando os espinhos...</span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><span style="font-size:180%;">Vencendo os obstáculos...</span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><span style="font-size:180%;">Na certeza de que o que passou não volta mais...</span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><span style="font-size:180%;">Na esperança de que grandes coisas se fará acontecer...</span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><span style="font-size:180%;">Mais um ano findará e a esperança brotará em cada olhar.</span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><span style="font-size:180%;">A humanidade em busca de duas coisas:</span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><span style="font-size:180%;">Felicidade e Paz!</span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><span style="font-size:180%;">Feliz 2011</span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><span style="font-size:180%;">Ass. Estrela Amiga</span></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:180%;" ></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:180%;" ><br /></span></div>Poesiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09312041199846655567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182142806975033114.post-39315363314529598392010-11-26T03:41:00.000-08:002010-11-26T04:46:53.515-08:00Se o mundo te deixou<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEineF_dTjm__HoacBvWAiPnEF3kOaxNymMqiQvy8ZqJF2x440UU8nYB3rFLY0FbMrDv5wTstniC2_oA8i1gQPZLH6hRw_6xDwA9txsBYGXz2B4SPa5DrwyMGFMcFAhPmowh-Ui83cNv7Yw/s1600/gruviquantico2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEineF_dTjm__HoacBvWAiPnEF3kOaxNymMqiQvy8ZqJF2x440UU8nYB3rFLY0FbMrDv5wTstniC2_oA8i1gQPZLH6hRw_6xDwA9txsBYGXz2B4SPa5DrwyMGFMcFAhPmowh-Ui83cNv7Yw/s400/gruviquantico2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543822387898718818" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >Se um dia você sentir solidão..</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >Se você achar que o mundo te deixou, olhe para o céu.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >No meio de uma constelação serei a menor estrela que você já viu.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >Pois a imensidão que compõe a minha forma..</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >Está dentro do meu coração..</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >E ele jamais permitirá que você esteja só!!!</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" > Com Carinho..</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >Ass. Estrela Amiga.</span></div>Poesiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09312041199846655567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182142806975033114.post-26947789128058658042010-11-05T04:02:00.000-07:002010-11-05T04:19:28.256-07:00Tristeza<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT_vpJ8gnSXDfJ-uznC09PpZE5C13vwcVhxPE85RryR1jNIPBccBkS2nHv0gTzk74KjgzpAd44SWq4UqNv15DvpRkd3o4oAnSpOUfB1UANNXYYkBg9JGOOJVfG7gnbDatixaUEy7GCBQE/s1600/Soledad_y_Tristeza_by_Magdalena220.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT_vpJ8gnSXDfJ-uznC09PpZE5C13vwcVhxPE85RryR1jNIPBccBkS2nHv0gTzk74KjgzpAd44SWq4UqNv15DvpRkd3o4oAnSpOUfB1UANNXYYkBg9JGOOJVfG7gnbDatixaUEy7GCBQE/s400/Soledad_y_Tristeza_by_Magdalena220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536022280410583282" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Se a tristeza tomar conta de você.<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">Se você sentir que pode não aguentar,<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">E que talves a tristeza venha acabar com o seu dia.<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">Mesmo assim, sorria sempre e Lembre-se!<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">Eu amo o seu sorriso.<br />Ass. Estrela Amiga<br /></span></div>Poesiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09312041199846655567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182142806975033114.post-34112700747990112762010-10-02T08:19:00.000-07:002010-10-02T08:57:38.060-07:00Tradução da música More Than Words<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxp2oga-8UqXX53xkNsPW-HHXtNFIapD_hQQZY_yXIVDf9DEvDGuPoFGud5_Ef7Zo_f_HW2n5hTDsfHhSXdUw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"><span style=";font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Quando o amor vos fizer sinal, segui-o, ainda que seus caminhos sejam duros e escarpados...</span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">E quando ele vos falar, acreditai nele.</span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"> </span><span style=";font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Embora a sua voz possa despedaçar vossos sonhos, como o vento devasta o jardim...</span></span></div>Poesiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09312041199846655567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182142806975033114.post-36275303027381176952010-09-06T06:04:00.000-07:002010-09-06T06:23:10.383-07:00Seu Sorriso...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtoksMvW1xMe7ToPBmYzyI2oTmbr2LRtCwDPsiwQ9lAhvW7Nd7imP3CRgwRn4ANQ0HvaBjksuGYMm7uNvzTlHPF6ZU0juMS2fEV9EG7WqQ4306Oa08_OG58Ew2C9nv3amitOnrrZHgenk/s1600/sorria5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtoksMvW1xMe7ToPBmYzyI2oTmbr2LRtCwDPsiwQ9lAhvW7Nd7imP3CRgwRn4ANQ0HvaBjksuGYMm7uNvzTlHPF6ZU0juMS2fEV9EG7WqQ4306Oa08_OG58Ew2C9nv3amitOnrrZHgenk/s400/sorria5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513787043778162514" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >Seu Sorriso...<br />Me encanta...<br />Me alegra...<br />Me satisfaz...<br />Sou feliz com seu sorriso,<br />pois é ele que me acalma.<br />Ass. Estrela Amiga</span><br /></div>Poesiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09312041199846655567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182142806975033114.post-28777151752191528142010-09-06T05:42:00.000-07:002010-09-07T13:58:13.415-07:00Compreender é necessário<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpHR_kt42JlkpzvvBVNyYnfmCGO-R7UVaR35CHQcNn2wdi9ZUoH5DmRPHET_d7-yw8IVoErIL5Lml5aiODeS4o0uuR9ySvsvusPDBzUC0ptcK8SCaDbble25k9lkzPwNjLUhQbBNra9Sw/s1600/gifs.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpHR_kt42JlkpzvvBVNyYnfmCGO-R7UVaR35CHQcNn2wdi9ZUoH5DmRPHET_d7-yw8IVoErIL5Lml5aiODeS4o0uuR9ySvsvusPDBzUC0ptcK8SCaDbble25k9lkzPwNjLUhQbBNra9Sw/s400/gifs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513782134045878162" border="0" /></a><meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><title></title><meta name="GENERATOR" content="BrOffice.org 3.2 (Win32)"><style type="text/css"> <!-- @page { margin: 2cm } P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } --> </style> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="color:#006600;"><span style="font-family:Arial Black, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Na triste estatística da vida só temos tempo pra ser compreendido.</span></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><span style="color:#006600;"><span style="font-family:Arial Black, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Não reservamos o nosso tempo para compreender.
<br />Ass. Estrela Amiga</span></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></p> <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style=""></span></span></div>Poesiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09312041199846655567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182142806975033114.post-29280282261701364082010-09-06T05:34:00.000-07:002010-09-06T05:41:46.745-07:00"Eu te amo"<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9DtB1bb8QoIJq03k77XDGWt6NouN1eCp_73WC7PRxf5x5Y5jOgeU99dfFYew5jJ8ARqA_DvAGrML9Keaq8WDqpALEB2qCX2X3uyMpN6tv-2vV8ptbtNhA52EPBbsQUI99QrAdk7NL6qQ/s1600/4743-1369.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9DtB1bb8QoIJq03k77XDGWt6NouN1eCp_73WC7PRxf5x5Y5jOgeU99dfFYew5jJ8ARqA_DvAGrML9Keaq8WDqpALEB2qCX2X3uyMpN6tv-2vV8ptbtNhA52EPBbsQUI99QrAdk7NL6qQ/s400/4743-1369.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513778116902877890" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >A Facilidade de querer ouvir</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >"Eu te Amo"<br />é a mesma de não saber dizer.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ass. Estrela Amiga</span><br /></div></div>Poesiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09312041199846655567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182142806975033114.post-23590397381793993582010-07-14T13:18:00.000-07:002010-07-14T15:22:41.668-07:00Enxergar com o coração<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW-XA3po8Q1rwgsmUxPz7ocNp5FfJ06rJ90TntFUA7mGVUhrcHknWzZoEno2VHLxfvaXkT_VK-JpK9Ss_3Shknhj7gCbiN4S7OLSO0pm3JIudNrknicDgCBqlc5zGDLoqPO9CXxIktGTw/s1600/papel-de-parede-de-paisagem.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493859158964093058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW-XA3po8Q1rwgsmUxPz7ocNp5FfJ06rJ90TntFUA7mGVUhrcHknWzZoEno2VHLxfvaXkT_VK-JpK9Ss_3Shknhj7gCbiN4S7OLSO0pm3JIudNrknicDgCBqlc5zGDLoqPO9CXxIktGTw/s400/papel-de-parede-de-paisagem.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;">É só com o coração que enxergamos o que está a nossa frente </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;">As coisas boas da vida são vistas de dentro para fora.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;">Ass. Estrela Amiga</span></div>Poesiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09312041199846655567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182142806975033114.post-82764900359989068892010-06-03T17:07:00.000-07:002010-06-03T17:11:43.523-07:00Triste atitude<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi381cLd4O4U8N3-AuDRyDOynu8GHjkxQedv-0vICYbhX41kNAR4vMBtpP2y747Prcni4uPv76OqcYEa8mP_a7DrwGYGfp-K-5kYBSLO296V1kXVCBNXrMba1ojxUBhXxPMxVzWJriXt_8/s1600/3450crianca.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478703941050924226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi381cLd4O4U8N3-AuDRyDOynu8GHjkxQedv-0vICYbhX41kNAR4vMBtpP2y747Prcni4uPv76OqcYEa8mP_a7DrwGYGfp-K-5kYBSLO296V1kXVCBNXrMba1ojxUBhXxPMxVzWJriXt_8/s400/3450crianca.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Nós temos a triste atitude de buscar o que queremos.<br />Na hora em que não estamos bem.<br />Quando encontramos um ombro amigo alguém para<br />segurar a barra dividimos com essa pessoa todo nosso pesar e tristeza que a vida nos reserva.<br />Quando conseguimos tirar o fardo.<br />Não conseguimos retribuir o gesto.<br />Ass. Estrela Amiga<br /><br /></span><br /></div>Poesiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09312041199846655567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182142806975033114.post-1962212332883264902010-06-03T07:54:00.000-07:002010-06-03T08:54:44.908-07:00Doar-se um gesto sublime<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTRPGRf2CN3LrMFGIMNKNujA-QCkvI5doIHBl9_hUwIR2gKFPyL2Q1oJeJOlTdWHl0sQOOOEsLtwRKgjKD0GXJsM0R2aPDVpZ5nd07Xw-e6A2ObM6B7Xn70Q5JlyKziXE8XyJBPbyb744/s1600/imagem7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478561344152218306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTRPGRf2CN3LrMFGIMNKNujA-QCkvI5doIHBl9_hUwIR2gKFPyL2Q1oJeJOlTdWHl0sQOOOEsLtwRKgjKD0GXJsM0R2aPDVpZ5nd07Xw-e6A2ObM6B7Xn70Q5JlyKziXE8XyJBPbyb744/s400/imagem7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Na certeza de que se doar é um gesto sublime.<br />O ser humano deveria pensar da seguinte forma:<br />“Hoje estou bem!”<br />“Mais hoje estou aqui por você”<br />“Posso ajudar??” ou<br />“Você precisa de mim??”<br /></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff9900;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Ass. Estrela Amiga</strong> </span></span></span></div>Poesiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09312041199846655567noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182142806975033114.post-30380460240441698362010-06-02T17:34:00.000-07:002010-06-03T17:19:11.579-07:00Pessoas egoístas<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8_TrddRUXpw8dVD7f8Tj1CWEFAVp9ArQ6MczrjLWbM7YJzyAwP0QKUc22JFUKFk4Y42fXoxNON4bf6ge7vUcBUOJ77Q7SmKgRD_s35H8EtE026CYBhnxdeTg6ZvLndYfxmsR6pQzk61I/s1600/imagem21.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478705891968383602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8_TrddRUXpw8dVD7f8Tj1CWEFAVp9ArQ6MczrjLWbM7YJzyAwP0QKUc22JFUKFk4Y42fXoxNON4bf6ge7vUcBUOJ77Q7SmKgRD_s35H8EtE026CYBhnxdeTg6ZvLndYfxmsR6pQzk61I/s400/imagem21.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><div><div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#996633;">As pessoas são de um modo geral egoístas. Pensam em si próprio.<br />Não tem a art de se doar.<br />A capacidade de dizer: “Estou aqui”.<br />Elas procuram de uma maneira ou outra satisfazer o seu próprio Ego.<br />Ass. Estrela Amiga<br /></span></div></span></span></div></div></div>Poesiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09312041199846655567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182142806975033114.post-76681432489194002392010-05-03T16:16:00.001-07:002010-06-03T06:54:28.680-07:00A casa é sua..<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZOGEE_-u_vgwzHIgwMAEPfuk1EOTEoCnrc10hcvw_0X54WSGzXQkU9FAP3w3zXE_zHpqIgHCKhZWA-FvjfF2prTs-xWTvrqi_xk6_619fW2Jpl2oFJX3_2fmfGcc_DaHdbh2lMqLj-4U/s1600/959422i1ks25xfxc.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467547149529475394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 388px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZOGEE_-u_vgwzHIgwMAEPfuk1EOTEoCnrc10hcvw_0X54WSGzXQkU9FAP3w3zXE_zHpqIgHCKhZWA-FvjfF2prTs-xWTvrqi_xk6_619fW2Jpl2oFJX3_2fmfGcc_DaHdbh2lMqLj-4U/s400/959422i1ks25xfxc.gif" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.minirecados.com/"></a><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Sejam bem vindos<br /></span></div><h2 align="center"><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Ame!!!<br />Mesmo que sofra,<br />Mesmo que chore,<br />Mesmo que lute<br />Para que no final<br />Possa dizer...<br />Sofri, chorei, lutei<br />mas...<br />AMEI!!!<br /></span></h2><br /><br /><h2><strong></strong></h2>Poesiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09312041199846655567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182142806975033114.post-51128820648595622542010-04-21T13:11:00.000-07:002010-06-03T08:56:33.252-07:00O DIA EM QUE DEIXAREI DE TE AMAR<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-sy1W2KX5VwINdIIFthSE7qhkfFph189hXKKdu8o2LC3G0oqiyXnEipIqFLLSn5UoPg-AIWyEqkrmQo-bRQdDnFAdBzSymqMbDflxmN5qNi3YS0pDpp5ZNhtTZOS96zVMpTKS4frbstM/s1600/Dock.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462693329871154546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-sy1W2KX5VwINdIIFthSE7qhkfFph189hXKKdu8o2LC3G0oqiyXnEipIqFLLSn5UoPg-AIWyEqkrmQo-bRQdDnFAdBzSymqMbDflxmN5qNi3YS0pDpp5ZNhtTZOS96zVMpTKS4frbstM/s320/Dock.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">O DIA EM QUE DEIXAREI DE TE AMAR</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">Há como dizer ao sol, que ele pare de brilhar? As nuvens passam no céu e ofuscam o seu esplendor. Contudo por de trás delas continuam o astro brilhando com fulgor. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">Há como impedir o vento de soprar? Fechamos as portas e as janelas, mas impetuoso é o vendo que sibilia absoluto entre as frestas se fazendo lembrar...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">Há como impedir o mar de bater, as marés de encher, os rios de seguirem seus cursos para o mar, para que ele então possa bater com o encher da maré e os rios receber??</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">Há como impedir um pássaro de voar?? talves prendê-lo em uma gaiola, talves quebrar-lhe as asas...Ainda assim, sem poder ser livre ou voar deixará ele de ser um pássaro??</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">Há como estancar a vida, condenando o coração subitamente a parar de bater?</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">Há como impedir a lua de espalhar-se na logoa como estrela prateada, iluminada e serena??A luz reflete bela no mesmo berço negro que ansioso a espera.Há como impedir o romper de uma nova aurora ou como voltar o tempo que vivemos autrora???</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">Há como ignorar o brilho das estrelas cintilantes ou mesmo soprá-las como pequeninas velas?Assim eu te digo, que quando todas estas coisas puderem ser feitas pela mão de um homem, nesse mesmo instante eu deixarei de... </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">TE AMAR!!!!!! </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">Marina de Oliveira</span></div>Poesiashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09312041199846655567noreply@blogger.com0