tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79768923793659693412024-03-05T22:05:59.736-03:00O sol na cabeça .Coisas que a gente se esquece de dizer.
Frases que o vento vem as vezes me lembrar.Maria Anita.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02337798344416578348noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976892379365969341.post-86749440463432847932010-09-30T02:16:00.002-03:002010-10-03T21:53:56.205-03:00No osso.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTXZFTqJaou011B85byfjSskU_gBUubLRl_Yk0RuNfot8Vj95QcDZh11gqItWW2c24nWM1WdcODwh3fIbIHH9zARPffdEUqPchCO4udIdFJltecYpHxswv4KdJGV64mf5pngWeyhs3DEo/s1600/arthur+p&b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTXZFTqJaou011B85byfjSskU_gBUubLRl_Yk0RuNfot8Vj95QcDZh11gqItWW2c24nWM1WdcODwh3fIbIHH9zARPffdEUqPchCO4udIdFJltecYpHxswv4KdJGV64mf5pngWeyhs3DEo/s400/arthur+p&b.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">"...Eu sou a flor libido viva</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">A gota de saliva que escapole do beijo, </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">escorre na louça, ilumina o que vejo</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">E não mais do que justo, segue sua trilha..</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Desliza em teu busto e transborda a virilha</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Eu sou o que essa gota é agora</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Passeio em teu corpo, pouso em tua mão...</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">e vou embora." </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">- Pietro Leal - </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Maria Anita.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02337798344416578348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976892379365969341.post-24469543860544737042010-09-27T18:58:00.004-03:002010-09-27T19:11:52.972-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN6k8Z-p50M0sGbyabYgNimxZPANKzQKXWbPy-SCm2AVn2sZTTNcfF16j0utokM3Wveqf5tHv1S9qw8wle_iL4dddAXndcPwwLLzpt0DlasTDS-LmjdYi3iXLoyJMlJhc5zgpzo0Q5sj0/s1600/pupinho.+089edit.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN6k8Z-p50M0sGbyabYgNimxZPANKzQKXWbPy-SCm2AVn2sZTTNcfF16j0utokM3Wveqf5tHv1S9qw8wle_iL4dddAXndcPwwLLzpt0DlasTDS-LmjdYi3iXLoyJMlJhc5zgpzo0Q5sj0/s320/pupinho.+089edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521718320800092674" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Arte: Alice<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >ando tão à flor da pele<br />que a minha pele<br />tem o fogo do<br />juízo final</span><br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8oKV37jDpf3TLR83cht8kYbxsMuZ2KpGeIBvAuJAnRTMQpJe5RkDQYRNneSF9OfdrEaynng5yUghybZFXmdgJDtilx15aQ5MnAQ64FiTSykRAutHV1plmhHs0uFS8MAuRuqRO83SCa0c/s1600/oFcVXr6aQljh1euoiCu1hK2Ao1_500.jpg"><br /></a><br /><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span>Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06918893350382140229noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976892379365969341.post-3863637544091385332010-05-04T21:17:00.002-03:002010-05-04T21:18:33.888-03:00Meus olhos regam o cantar e o capim<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmC8tz_VGCNDCIUog88S5fD1ze8vn2ve-3dVLNRDh9OJ9H09nb41tYeRkpcLKgNc0938KZEGRGnJ8fL9lU0lCR-N_9nKwQvTOGBEVuJGn7pPISN3xIJ8i3kiZX5ckQ4LzC_oy7NCaN7xw/s1600/para+o+ano+deus+ajude.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> <img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmC8tz_VGCNDCIUog88S5fD1ze8vn2ve-3dVLNRDh9OJ9H09nb41tYeRkpcLKgNc0938KZEGRGnJ8fL9lU0lCR-N_9nKwQvTOGBEVuJGn7pPISN3xIJ8i3kiZX5ckQ4LzC_oy7NCaN7xw/s400/para+o+ano+deus+ajude.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-small;">Foto por: http://www.flickr.com/photos/45154304@N06/4147677275</span><br />
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Solo que arde em febre, que flameja<br />
Desejoso da chuva que goteja<br />
À cantar na biqueira do oitão<br />
À cantar uma cantiga plangente<br />
Parece que o chão sente cada nota doída da canção<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Socorro Lira</span> <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Obs.: Não é desse blog postar fotos alheias, de outras pessoas, mas essa foto é especial e se vestiu perfeitamente com a música.</span>Isadora Sodréhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04304767477036464148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976892379365969341.post-61610434853975680682010-04-28T13:57:00.009-03:002010-04-28T22:11:56.549-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtW9PlaDmyfFC4q-P8ts24rbrD1ELjwuaPJGPcu2jPBEYFCPV-x9QkYFTKl8bCoQ9qmEA1uZFriKHuHbteT6inqU3UUkAm_uR0W3IL9Ew2C92xVLHtlsLLEhEGEU-nEwVN8I9MjU2SGn0/s1600/desaniversaio+016-tile.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465233761627160098" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtW9PlaDmyfFC4q-P8ts24rbrD1ELjwuaPJGPcu2jPBEYFCPV-x9QkYFTKl8bCoQ9qmEA1uZFriKHuHbteT6inqU3UUkAm_uR0W3IL9Ew2C92xVLHtlsLLEhEGEU-nEwVN8I9MjU2SGn0/s320/desaniversaio+016-tile.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 285px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a> <span style="font-size: 78%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Arte: Alice</span></span></span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 130%;">se ela quer voar,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 130%;">é porque tem asas.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 78%;">(cordel do fogo encantado)</span><br />
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</div>Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06918893350382140229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976892379365969341.post-8787326761972222332010-04-20T18:55:00.011-03:002010-04-20T21:49:00.479-03:00Warning .<div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaHxk8dC0SA2Y37tTUUlk50Rgou8at-kqDGzL3iwo42fyOupMIIhYvmel9S_XsAtRkASuHa6_9XkoUoxVv6joFuEkA4GyB78ITBh-V_K6oHAW8KSp0-I9giA1x2teUSLK3tTCvmUXlzVA/s1600/keepdrawing_029edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaHxk8dC0SA2Y37tTUUlk50Rgou8at-kqDGzL3iwo42fyOupMIIhYvmel9S_XsAtRkASuHa6_9XkoUoxVv6joFuEkA4GyB78ITBh-V_K6oHAW8KSp0-I9giA1x2teUSLK3tTCvmUXlzVA/s320/keepdrawing_029edit.jpg" wt="true" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: xx-small;">Arte: Alice</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 100%;">I suggest we</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 100%;"><br />
learn to love</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 100%;"><br />
ourselves before</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 100%;"><br />
it made illegal</span><span style="font-size: 78%;"><br />
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Incubus</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">dessa vez quem posta aqui é Alice, prazer (:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">Desenho baseado em uma foto de Edward Weston.</span></span></div>Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06918893350382140229noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976892379365969341.post-68344222712276005722010-04-18T08:32:00.009-03:002010-04-20T19:59:34.891-03:00Segundo que antecede o beijo.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNxAxpvX9BkVAmSqgINMceJQRXFiIQRxDxE4Uba22kZsKe3Viu8n_nFodSguGpxFnQymL1P2L-BlyMiD7PVVekQVo0gXgChHzyGgdQaX3R5n_m2UtAQv-RfhZXr8AhPS2QXMjjcUyyhQA/s1600/IMG_4576.CR2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNxAxpvX9BkVAmSqgINMceJQRXFiIQRxDxE4Uba22kZsKe3Viu8n_nFodSguGpxFnQymL1P2L-BlyMiD7PVVekQVo0gXgChHzyGgdQaX3R5n_m2UtAQv-RfhZXr8AhPS2QXMjjcUyyhQA/s400/IMG_4576.CR2.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Arte: Maria Anita</span></div><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Os lábios que sentem o gosto do cheiro da pele </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tremem com um talvez que ecoa entre eles enquanto perto dos outros lábios.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">O suspiro desmedido que arranha a nuca arrepia.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As palavras que fazem oferenda ao pé do ouvido</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">E reverbera pelo resto do corpo,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Gastando desejo em transpiração.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A direção dos olhos, que à essa altura já se perdem,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Permanecem fechados pra só sentir.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As mãos, que não se guardam mais, agora caminham.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">E nesse meio tempo infinito a paciência se esquece.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Cansa no descompasso de conter a vontade</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Que quase desconhece o controle </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">E se escuta reclamar o silêncio absurdo que pede</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Que as bocas não se aguentem mais de uma vez...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">E agora que some a pequena distância entre elas<br />
Línguas se encontram.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Aí ninguem mais sabe o tempo que dura até que não se encontrem mais.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;">Sei que o desenho nada tem a ver com o texto, mas os dois surgiram na cabeça de uma vez só, então fica um do outro assim mesmo.</span>Maria Anita.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02337798344416578348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976892379365969341.post-8214014710598419802010-04-07T21:59:00.004-03:002010-04-20T19:57:59.266-03:00Receita de desamarrar nós .<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Desamarre os nós do sapato</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">depois desamarre os pés</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">desamarre os laços inúteis</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">os nós do que não serve mais</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">desamarre o barco do cais</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">os nós das janelas</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>e</strong> <strong>então deixe que o vento..."</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCoDTXmbh22cqaUyrsgWGimrjzvfGsHZ2tNsVw6fu7rpqqPSvKa0am4NNt_mzLtaqzTpOVEwwdvARH4ebQXrhmUjM6hwuMYM72kYEqwz1-G800aoRYZw6Epx4sSyl9q5SwCsrbS2z-W1w/s1600/IMG_3690editada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" nt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCoDTXmbh22cqaUyrsgWGimrjzvfGsHZ2tNsVw6fu7rpqqPSvKa0am4NNt_mzLtaqzTpOVEwwdvARH4ebQXrhmUjM6hwuMYM72kYEqwz1-G800aoRYZw6Epx4sSyl9q5SwCsrbS2z-W1w/s400/IMG_3690editada.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Texto: </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">Roseana Murray</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Arte: Maria Anita.</span></div>Maria Anita.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02337798344416578348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976892379365969341.post-66522008498501210902010-03-20T18:09:00.007-03:002010-04-20T20:02:23.583-03:00Cantiga para não morrer .<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKrIb9JHkweeRc5Fc2Oi9UutGCo1fDDvovQgIKv6OBp0bHgK2S7eLmCLlqWyztzDfwxBhZR6FKfhyphenhyphen96Vou4XsTalmzwiVknx4TcbmZSMEkVhbZLMnaR41mQDRrvG2DU2s2XO-eYnUv23Y/s1600-h/IMG_3746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKrIb9JHkweeRc5Fc2Oi9UutGCo1fDDvovQgIKv6OBp0bHgK2S7eLmCLlqWyztzDfwxBhZR6FKfhyphenhyphen96Vou4XsTalmzwiVknx4TcbmZSMEkVhbZLMnaR41mQDRrvG2DU2s2XO-eYnUv23Y/s400/IMG_3746.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Arte: Maria Anita</span></div><br />
"Quando você for se embora,<br />
moça branca como a neve,<br />
me leve.<br />
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Se acaso você não possa<br />
me carregar pela mão,<br />
menina branca de neve,<br />
me leve no coração.<br />
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Se no coração não possa<br />
por acaso me levar,<br />
moça de sonho e de neve,<br />
me leve no seu lembrar.<br />
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E se aí também não possa<br />
por tanta coisa que leve<br />
já viva em seu pensamento,<br />
menina branca de neve,<br />
me leve no esquecimento."<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Ferreira Gullar.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Desenho baseado na foto: <a href="http://www.fotolog.com.br/pegueotremazul/64044996">http://www.fotolog.com.br/pegueotremazul/64044996</a></span>Maria Anita.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02337798344416578348noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976892379365969341.post-24175468240372815672010-02-21T22:07:00.007-03:002010-04-19T11:16:03.481-03:00Céu<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQURTZt5Iux-bcu6R0Ms3TReisKq3kpki98qzpnK-PYNU6bRJzehXuSq1-3DNPSQA35mJrB6LzyRVA9aVYUpeOvF3mQn_6o5eMmZF9LY_DsyA8B1THh4tUdllXq5x-zAzqS7Kpzga5lZo/s1600-h/Publicidade+na+%C3%A1gua+036.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440869753904739746" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQURTZt5Iux-bcu6R0Ms3TReisKq3kpki98qzpnK-PYNU6bRJzehXuSq1-3DNPSQA35mJrB6LzyRVA9aVYUpeOvF3mQn_6o5eMmZF9LY_DsyA8B1THh4tUdllXq5x-zAzqS7Kpzga5lZo/s400/Publicidade+na+%C3%A1gua+036.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /></a><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Foto: Anita Barreto</span> </div><br />
"Dentro do universo mora o céu<br />
O céu pára-quedas e saltos<br />
o céu vai do chão para o alto<br />
o céu sem começo nem fim."<br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;"></span>Isadora Sodréhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04304767477036464148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976892379365969341.post-26937089595209650632010-02-11T22:59:00.000-03:002010-02-11T22:59:09.311-03:00Nuvem Cigana .<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_eE_Pm7rZCIrU7A-AVjLznmR_s0MKZnVHDoBHWB03Xgv_zWI2XNDuhEB6gt4yIt1ApvgNi_kT2BBg0UMIXKJVDqx462F3dJbkRulrR6Y3K_vDryqfeRbQ7ZLKaeU4-zJ2v25URkDENr4/s1600-h/besteira+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" height="291" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_eE_Pm7rZCIrU7A-AVjLznmR_s0MKZnVHDoBHWB03Xgv_zWI2XNDuhEB6gt4yIt1ApvgNi_kT2BBg0UMIXKJVDqx462F3dJbkRulrR6Y3K_vDryqfeRbQ7ZLKaeU4-zJ2v25URkDENr4/s400/besteira+007.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Foto: Anita Barreto.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"Nos meus retiros espirituais, descubro certas coisas tão banais</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Como ter problemas, ser o mesmo que não</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Resolver tê-los é ter, resolver ignorá-los é ter</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Você há de achar gozado ter que resolver de ambos os lados de minha equação</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Que gente maluca tem que resolver...</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Eu diria que o problema se reduz aos espirituais sinais iniciais desta canção</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Retirar tudo o que eu disse, reticenciar que eu juro,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Censurar ninguém se atreve...</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: xx-small;">Consummatum Est .</span>Maria Anita.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02337798344416578348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976892379365969341.post-58811114398518469972009-12-28T13:56:00.003-03:002010-03-27T14:24:57.238-03:00Um chocolate .<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiNoOBA_DGuPuzUcQVRO-QEQ06JYPaQx_zVeiN9J67b7nuglDKLUfQ7npOfkGccS0kB0fGoOI0CuR0eOWuqKCD_vB8IvAAixA840cEc2cFQvYhYVkcWci09DOj_wD-yQhQLLKt5GwCGMQ/s1600-h/s%C3%A3o+jo%C3%A3o+serrinha2+597.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiNoOBA_DGuPuzUcQVRO-QEQ06JYPaQx_zVeiN9J67b7nuglDKLUfQ7npOfkGccS0kB0fGoOI0CuR0eOWuqKCD_vB8IvAAixA840cEc2cFQvYhYVkcWci09DOj_wD-yQhQLLKt5GwCGMQ/s400/s%C3%A3o+jo%C3%A3o+serrinha2+597.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Foto: Anita Barreto .</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Para que o resto dos seus anos sejam doces até mais não,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Até mais sempre.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">E que não caiba em vida,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">O amor que não cabe em mim</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">E nem à mim dizer</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">A sua imensidão.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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Consummatum Est .Maria Anita.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02337798344416578348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976892379365969341.post-84745743642901291382009-12-27T23:43:00.001-03:002009-12-27T23:44:59.876-03:00Pequena e tão grande .<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOjV3OZIqKYTtwbwULqGnfkWANQL9prIzavzNjyh01TkUsCg1aStLzSpF_SfNVYVFPfIwvUfaD3GGS-fPlNWEtkTEeTmvz_Cja6gBbtu5F5tc5at4EwERKgCGZ2av9TGF82lttn-aEd0w/s1600-h/1238177759650_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOjV3OZIqKYTtwbwULqGnfkWANQL9prIzavzNjyh01TkUsCg1aStLzSpF_SfNVYVFPfIwvUfaD3GGS-fPlNWEtkTEeTmvz_Cja6gBbtu5F5tc5at4EwERKgCGZ2av9TGF82lttn-aEd0w/s400/1238177759650_f.jpg" /></a><br />
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Passos novos e curtos que andam de leve com pés miudos<br />
Mas tão mais corajosos, puros e capazes que os nossos<br />
E prontos para tudo.<br />
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Saudade de andar assim.<br />
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Consummatum Est .Maria Anita.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02337798344416578348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976892379365969341.post-85986233991116008652009-09-11T11:47:00.003-03:002009-09-11T22:52:23.528-03:00Dois Barcos .<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqQ5M2Zc9O1P1mxNo3Kp1ZI3uE8yTZsYMw81A8A-oPIH12-NbEVJj6LDWm8j8Ri89cQ_q-8-khAS1a_wCeYnBPj8FFv7lmOyYac-Ck6_NG2Y9HkuyxuqmwiayRcyD5lQvJrJbUqz_lU8c/s1600-h/aponta+pra+fe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" mq="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqQ5M2Zc9O1P1mxNo3Kp1ZI3uE8yTZsYMw81A8A-oPIH12-NbEVJj6LDWm8j8Ri89cQ_q-8-khAS1a_wCeYnBPj8FFv7lmOyYac-Ck6_NG2Y9HkuyxuqmwiayRcyD5lQvJrJbUqz_lU8c/s400/aponta+pra+fe.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Foto: Anita Barreto</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Quem bater primeiro a dobra do mar</div>Dá de lá bandeira qualquer<br />
Aponta pra fé e rema.<br />
É, pode ser que a maré não vire,<br />
Pode ser do vento vir contra o cais<br />
E se já não sinto teus sinais,<br />
Pode ser da vida acostumar<br />
Será, Morena?<br />
Sobre estar só, eu sei<br />
nos mares por onde andei devagar <br />
dedicou-se mais o acaso a se esconder<br />
E agora o amanhã, cadê?<br />
Doce o mar, perdeu no meu cantar"<br />
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Quando eu virar gente grande<br />
Me caso logo com tu"<br />
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Toda vez que eu penso<br />
Em lhe dar o meu amor<br />
Meu coração pensa que não vai ser possível<br />
De lhe encontrar, <br />
De lhe amar,<br />
De conquistá-la...<br />
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Eu amo você, menina...<br />
Eu amo você, juro que amo."<br />
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Consummatum Est .Maria Anita.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02337798344416578348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976892379365969341.post-6015006806121204332009-09-08T09:04:00.002-03:002009-12-28T14:19:11.304-03:00A menina .<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5P8JU1KLBejrpoj6hkNX3ewglIwuATft3jZdtANx5DeB-fEiRsPIeq6cLj3vHvVbPSqOdLngkaUKTSigo7COGqj-_B3f3qi16lO_aZxInSH4Jv0XGk7ADEcz_CA6pzeEAowcXwGTIfmk/s1600-h/miguelcalmon-jacobina+076.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" mq="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5P8JU1KLBejrpoj6hkNX3ewglIwuATft3jZdtANx5DeB-fEiRsPIeq6cLj3vHvVbPSqOdLngkaUKTSigo7COGqj-_B3f3qi16lO_aZxInSH4Jv0XGk7ADEcz_CA6pzeEAowcXwGTIfmk/s320/miguelcalmon-jacobina+076.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Foto: Anita Barreto</span><br />
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"Deve haver uma menina sonhadora. <br />
Deve ser outra menina<br />
Com os pés no chão,<br />
Que desenha o mundo com traços à mão.<br />
Há de ser uma mulher de inspiração<br />
Há de ser uma flor que brota <br />
Em jardins ensolarados,<br />
Regado pelo conhecimento,<br />
Pela vontade de crescer,<br />
Correr o mundo sem perder<br />
O frescor de seu perfume." <br />
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Luiz Marconi Guimarães Barreto</span></em> <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Dedicatória escrita pelo meu pai no livro "As Meninas" de Ligia Fagundes Telles , meu presente de 18 anos.</span><br />
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Consummatum Est .Maria Anita.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02337798344416578348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976892379365969341.post-68033138825331967362009-09-07T20:55:00.003-03:002009-09-08T09:12:48.011-03:00Na hora de voltar .<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhW4QejFpou5Xg-o9Tpp3Zk-ciukQwQ83TseT7WakFC_finTTafpgeyKJ8WbXNYqOmtz7dOMcuT2n5Yme0dRbQ9wywW2DAG8HzJ4SzIWsBpkiZPpWDygUYaorEqblzfHFvZdUUd9Nr9LM/s1600-h/miguelcalmon-jacobina+105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" lk="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhW4QejFpou5Xg-o9Tpp3Zk-ciukQwQ83TseT7WakFC_finTTafpgeyKJ8WbXNYqOmtz7dOMcuT2n5Yme0dRbQ9wywW2DAG8HzJ4SzIWsBpkiZPpWDygUYaorEqblzfHFvZdUUd9Nr9LM/s320/miguelcalmon-jacobina+105.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Foto: Anita Barreto.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tristesse assim a hora da partida.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cada minuto perto do embarque se desfaz líquido em segundo.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">O sentimento é da perda de parte de sua paz.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Lá parecia ter descoberto que tudo era passível à perfeição e que cada coisa se emprestaria à uma aparência harmoniosa.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Porém, estava designada à voltar para as raízes negras, suaves e necessárias do mundo.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">No entando, sentia-se mais sólida do que nunca, seu corpo está mais firme, é de se ver o modo como suspira, vacilando a lágrima dos olhos.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">É exatamente isso que alimenta sua vida.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><br />
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