tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60744111183895034442011-07-08T04:21:47.409-07:00INSENSATEZNessas águas de atraentes sutilezas
navego!
Mas evito descer às suas
profundezas.alma insensatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06643652189817139197noreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074411118389503444.post-82112005745554992252010-02-16T09:08:00.000-08:002010-02-16T09:14:39.669-08:00Sinceramente<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHq8l5zuhpg/S3rRnR1y8MI/AAAAAAAAAFk/z4VrEk3E6YI/s1600-h/Vintage.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438889972737437890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHq8l5zuhpg/S3rRnR1y8MI/AAAAAAAAAFk/z4VrEk3E6YI/s320/Vintage.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"><em>Sinceramente<br />insensato é este momento onde tudo flui</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"><em>e tudo cobre-se de cores e também de magia,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"><em>onde me deixo ficar presa no fio do futuro </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"><em>a me olhar com uma disposição luminosa. </em></span></div><p><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"><em></em></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"><em>Tentando novamente voltar ao blog.</p><div align="center"><br /></div></em></span><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074411118389503444-8211200574555499225?l=sonatadeumaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>alma insensatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06643652189817139197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074411118389503444.post-61514837034628562642009-02-11T10:54:00.000-08:002009-02-11T10:59:39.325-08:00Regresso<div align="center"><a href="http://s492.photobucket.com/albums/rr286/Beatrice_019/?action=view&current=919.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i492.photobucket.com/albums/rr286/Beatrice_019/919.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">Neste meu insensato mundo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">te aguardo.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">Um sonho se acende, uma luz brilha</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">desenhando um abraço na parede.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">Eu, espero teu regresso.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">No verso.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">No painel amigo,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">silêncio e cor,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">ouso soltar a insólita canção do sonho e flor.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">enquanto isto,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">espero teu regresso.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074411118389503444-6151483703462856264?l=sonatadeumaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>alma insensatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06643652189817139197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074411118389503444.post-28884928732090409292008-11-22T17:17:00.000-08:002008-11-22T17:33:50.872-08:00Neste teu silêncio...<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHq8l5zuhpg/SSiwO0QwV0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/C_NyWtRsCRo/s1600-h/202.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271657132430743362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHq8l5zuhpg/SSiwO0QwV0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/C_NyWtRsCRo/s320/202.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />No íntimo deste meu silêncio</div><div align="center">te adivinho chegando com o sussurar do vento...</div><div align="center">O tempo margeia minha saudade</div><div align="center">e nela a harmonia da tua voz </div><div align="center">se faz presença.</div><div align="center">As horas pasmam, secam,</div><div align="center">e minha alma se inquieta...</div><div align="center">É como se nossas almas se</div><div align="center">interrogassem na eternidade...</div><div align="center">E se respondessem assim....</div><div align="center">Almas inquietas sem rumo. </div><div align="center">Verei-te novamente?</div><div align="center">Meus dedos te tocarão ainda?</div><div align="center">Mas não tenho surpresas...</div><div align="center">Só gostaria que se </div><div align="center">você chegasse</div><div align="center">acordasse muitas palavras</div><div align="center">que ainda não foram ditas.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074411118389503444-2888492873209040929?l=sonatadeumaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>alma insensatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06643652189817139197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074411118389503444.post-44681771387168965792008-11-03T18:07:00.001-08:002008-11-03T18:17:41.711-08:00Constatação...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHq8l5zuhpg/SQ-v32EL9rI/AAAAAAAAAD0/nynJ_kI9li4/s1600-h/206177_187354683_152884_137397408_91550_829871772_te_amo_h222535_l_h03371_H222651_L.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264619863360140978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 459px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 347px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHq8l5zuhpg/SQ-v32EL9rI/AAAAAAAAAD0/nynJ_kI9li4/s320/206177_187354683_152884_137397408_91550_829871772_te_amo_h222535_l_h03371_H222651_L.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Somos dois barcos</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">que se encontram no meio do oceano,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">cada um mudando de curso</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">para velejar por algum tempo</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">na mesma direção,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">sobre um mar vazio.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Barcos diferentes</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">a caminho de portos diferentes</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">e sabemos disso...</span></em><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074411118389503444-4468177138716896579?l=sonatadeumaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>alma insensatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06643652189817139197noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074411118389503444.post-47641064875068777302008-10-28T11:01:00.001-07:002008-10-28T11:07:12.363-07:00Tarde morta<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHq8l5zuhpg/SQdTzyJgpyI/AAAAAAAAADk/XPWrsjBjDKk/s1600-h/78.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262266838705809186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHq8l5zuhpg/SQdTzyJgpyI/AAAAAAAAADk/XPWrsjBjDKk/s320/78.png" border="0" /></a> Cai a tarde lentamente.</div><div align="center">A paz que mora distante aproxima-se ondulante,</div><div align="center">como o mar, na areia quente...</div><div align="center">A noite vem chegando.</div><div align="center">Sem lua para a amante que espera, delirante,</div><div align="center">a luz do teu brilho ausente.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Será que tu pressentes?</div><div align="center">essa paz está em ti, contigo</div><div align="center">e todo meu abrigo</div><div align="center">é amar-te imensamente?<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074411118389503444-4764106487506877730?l=sonatadeumaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>alma insensatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06643652189817139197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074411118389503444.post-88146655354536184232008-10-21T21:29:00.001-07:002008-10-21T21:50:28.985-07:00SERENATA<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;"></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHq8l5zuhpg/SP6to-tox9I/AAAAAAAAADE/Bn6wAnTj0iA/s1600-h/869.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259832334356105170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHq8l5zuhpg/SP6to-tox9I/AAAAAAAAADE/Bn6wAnTj0iA/s320/869.jpg" width="384" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#009900;">Há quanto tempo não ouço uma tal magia</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">na luz resplandecente do luar.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">É como o céu e a terra, com volúpia,</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">estivessem nessa noite,</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">a se beijar.</span><br /></div><p align="center"><span style="color:#009900;"></span></p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259833335683352338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="248" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHq8l5zuhpg/SP6ujQ8qBxI/AAAAAAAAADM/ITFXS9KzBUA/s320/6aa0e7c3374547ea6e032904ae7a3781_raw.gif" width="266" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#009900;">Noite de sonho!</span><br /></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">em que adormeci a relembrar</span><br /></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">um sorriso maroto de criança...</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">*</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">Noite de encanto!</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">Poema que a fada da ventura me ofertou</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">nos acordes da tua serenata!</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074411118389503444-8814665535453618423?l=sonatadeumaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>alma insensatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06643652189817139197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074411118389503444.post-15018885777438907742008-10-21T20:52:00.000-07:002008-10-21T21:08:04.401-07:00Prudência...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHq8l5zuhpg/SP6l_ELuLmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C49zR1K6IVk/s1600-h/f3ad.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259823917688565346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHq8l5zuhpg/SP6l_ELuLmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C49zR1K6IVk/s320/f3ad.jpg" width="247" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;">Não confio em meras aparências.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">em sorrisos macios, untuosos.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">em rostos que sugerem confidências.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">em seres por demais silenciosos...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">Não confio...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">em lagos calmos e parados...onde a água mostra transparências remançosas.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">É no fundo que estão as impurezas,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">a lama nauseabunda e pegajosa!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">A alma humana é assim...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">como um lago azul.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">Mas no fundo esconde misérias e paixões</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">numa aparência sã,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">que sempre engana.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">Nessas águas de atraentes sutilezas,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">navega!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">Mas evita com prudência, descer às suas profundezas.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074411118389503444-1501888577743890774?l=sonatadeumaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>alma insensatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06643652189817139197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074411118389503444.post-79037677400456559232008-10-21T20:02:00.000-07:002008-10-21T20:10:01.011-07:00Procura vã...<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;">Céu sereno!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">Um sol que é viva chama.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">Um peregrino que anda...passo incerto...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">Parece um nostálgico ator de um drama...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">Seu olhar se demora na insólita paisagem</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">entreve uma efêmera miragem</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">A esperança que logo se evapora....</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">No andar febril e inútil busca</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;">A água da paz!</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074411118389503444-7903767740045655923?l=sonatadeumaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>alma insensatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06643652189817139197noreply@blogger.com0