tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55486007838939598342011-08-05T19:24:59.499+02:00bem me quer, mal me quer, muito, pouco, nada ...temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.comBlogger491100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-55527430095423963682009-01-09T01:28:00.003+01:002009-09-12T12:31:22.664+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/SWacC9nQGWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qnZxOX7OgEg/s1600-h/mulher%2520amarrada.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 255px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289086387106093410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/SWacC9nQGWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qnZxOX7OgEg/s320/mulher%2520amarrada.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;">Os pássaros dizem que hoje vivi pouco.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;">Lá fora existe um fim de dia</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;">em forma de cálice de prata.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;">A luz da terra é agora cega,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;">mostra-me a casa que morreu.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;">Olho as pedras incertas na parede:</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;">que sabem as aves do que eu sei?</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;">Os pássaros insistem que lá fora</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;">existe o ocidente, e vão embora</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;">num azul que nunca entenderei.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"></span></div><br /><div>I.C.P.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-5552743009542396368?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-74088951326183493612008-12-07T02:20:00.002+01:002008-12-07T02:41:43.660+01:00POEMA DE NATAL<br /><br />Para isso fomos feitos:<br />Para lembrar e ser lembrados.<br />Para chorar e fazer chorar.<br />Para enterrar os nossos mortos<br />—Por isso temos braços longos para os adeuses.<br />Mãos para colher o que foi dado.<br />Dedos para cavar a terra.<br />Assim será nossa vida:<br />Uma tarde sempre a esquecer.<br />Uma estrela a se apagar na treva.<br />Um caminho entre dois túmulos<br />—Por isso precisamos velar.<br />Falar baixo, pisar leve, ver a noite dormir em silêncio.<br />Não há muito o que dizer:<br />Uma canção sobre um berço.<br />Um verso, talvez de amor.<br />Uma prece por quem se vai<br />—Mas que essa hora não esqueça.<br />E por ela os nossos corações.<br />Se deixem, graves e simples.<br />Pois para isso fomos feitos:<br />Para a esperança no milagre.<br />Para a participação da poesia.<br />Para ver a face da morte<br />—De repente nunca mais esperaremos...<br />Hoje a noite é jovem;<br />da morte, apenas..<br />Nascemos, imensamente.<br /><br />Vinicius de Moraes<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-7408895132618349361?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-37505279726235541092008-10-30T06:33:00.001+01:002008-10-30T06:42:24.959+01:00Ausência <br /><br /><br />Por muito tempo achei que a ausência é falta.<br />E lastimava, ignorante, a falta.<br />Hoje não a lastimo.<br />Não há falta na ausência.<br />A ausência é um estar em mim.<br />E sinto-a, branca, tão pegada, aconchegada nos meus braços,<br />que rio e danço e invento exclamações alegres,<br />porque a ausência, essa ausência assimilada,<br />ninguém a rouba mais de mim.<br /><br />(C. Drummond de Andrade)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-3750527972623554109?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-47410389513379383662008-10-20T05:28:00.004+02:002008-10-20T05:40:44.751+02:00<a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;current="><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii68/maoliveira50/kjhujhiuyt45126lokij3625.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Acordo de noite subitamente,<br />E o meu relógio ocupa a noite toda.<br />Não sinto a Natureza lá fora.<br />O meu quarto é uma coisa escura com paredes vagamente<br />[brancas.<br />Lá fora há um sossego como se nada existisse.<br />Só o relógio prossegue o seu ruído.<br />E esta pequena cousa de engrenagens que está em cima da<br />[minha mesa<br />Abafa toda a existência da terra e do céu...<br />Quase que me perco a pensar o que isto significa,<br />Mas estaco, e sinto-me sorrir na noite com os cantos da boca,<br />Porque a única cousa que o meu relógio simboliza ou significa<br />Enchendo com a sua pequenez a noite enorme<br />É a curiosa sensação de encher a noite enorme<br />Com a sua pequenez...</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>Alberto Caeiro</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-4741038951337938366?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-6812896024089825392008-09-28T23:07:00.004+02:002008-10-05T13:41:16.791+02:00<a href="http://br.geocities.com/mensagens_andreluiz/imagem_luminosas_maos.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://br.geocities.com/mensagens_andreluiz/imagem_luminosas_maos.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">As mãos pressentem a leveza rubra do lume<br />repetem gestos semelhantes a corolas de flores<br />voos de pássaro ferido no marulho da alba<br />ou ficam assim azuis<br />queimadas pela secular idade desta luz<br />encalhada como um barco nos confins do olhar<br />ergues de novo as cansadas e sábias mãos<br />tocas o vazio de muitos dias sem desejo e<br />o amargor húmido das noites e tanta ignorância<br />tanto ouro sonhado sobre a pele tanta treva<br />quase nada<br /></span></strong>Al Berto </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-681289602408982539?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-32608830548182267212008-09-21T12:13:00.004+02:002008-09-21T12:18:38.567+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://acertodecontas.blog.br/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/mar-bravo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://acertodecontas.blog.br/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/mar-bravo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><pre><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;">Olhando o mar, sonho sem ter de quê.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;">Nada no mar, salvo o ser mar, se vê.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;">Mas de se nada ver quanto a alma sonha!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;">De que me servem a verdade e a fé?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;">Ver claro! Quantos, que fatais erramos,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;">Em ruas ou em estradas ou sob ramos,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;">Temos esta certeza e sempre e em tudo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;">Sonhamos e sonhamos e sonhamos.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;">As árvores longínquas da floresta</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;">Parecem, por longínquas, 'star em festa.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;">Quanto acontece porque se não vê!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;">Mas do que há pouco ou não há o mesmo resta.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;">Se tive amores? Já não sei se os tive.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;">Quem ontem fui já hoje em mim não vive.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;">Bebe, que tudo é líquido e embriaga,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;">E a vida morre enquanto o ser revive.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;">Colhes rosas? Que colhes, se hão-de ser</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;">Motivos coloridos de morrer?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;">Mas colhe rosas. Porque não colhê-las</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;">Se te agrada e tudo é deixar de o haver?</span><br /><br /> Fernando Pessoa<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">P.S. Huguinho querido, é para ti... sei que gostavas deste!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">a mãe adora-te!</span><br /></pre><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-3260883054818226721?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-32318566971056107802008-09-14T16:06:00.005+02:002008-09-14T16:26:21.061+02:00<a href="http://www.websister.blogger.com.br/maebb-lindo_b.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.websister.blogger.com.br/maebb-lindo_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Para Sempre </span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Por que Deus permite</span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">que as mães vão-se embora?</span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Mãe não tem limite,</span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">é tempo sem hora,</span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">luz que não apaga</span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">quando sopra o vento</span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">e chuva desaba,</span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">veludo escondido</span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">na pele enrugada,</span></strong><br /><strong><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">água pura, ar puro, puro pensamento.</span></strong><br /><strong><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></strong><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Morrer acontece</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">com o que é breve</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">e passa sem deixar vestígio.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Mãe,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">na sua graça,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">é eternidade.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Por que Deus se lembra</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">- mistério profundo -</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">de tirá-la um dia?</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Fosse eu Rei do Mundo,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">baixava uma lei:</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Mãe não morre nunca,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">mãe ficará sempre junto de seu filho</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">e ele, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">velho embora,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">será pequenino</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">feito grão de milho.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Carlos_Drummond_de_Andrade/">Carlos Drummond de Andrade</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-3231856697105610780?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-20995787319109315122008-09-06T16:20:00.002+02:002008-09-06T16:29:00.353+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/SMKTklNqd2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/Qxjbw_vl520/s1600-h/pc+hugo+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242915172886673250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/SMKTklNqd2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/Qxjbw_vl520/s320/pc+hugo+006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p><span style="color:#cc0000;">pois... pois... quando fico uns tempos caladinha!</span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#cc0000;">A toda a gente que bem_me_quer, só digo que surgiu "milagrosamente" uma oportunidade ... de justiça terrena !!! </span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#cc0000;">Vejo-vos em breve ;) ?</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-2099578731910931512?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-73571716696936939132008-05-23T00:13:00.001+02:002008-05-23T00:15:34.300+02:00<a href="http://anatomiadeumlouco.blogspot.com/"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">http://anatomiadeumlouco.blogspot.com</span></strong></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-7357171669693693913?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-65855556750913451182008-04-11T21:42:00.004+02:002008-12-09T15:40:24.108+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/R_-_5kqe77I/AAAAAAAAAGk/N8akY0Q27nQ/s1600-h/22.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188076291569414066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/R_-_5kqe77I/AAAAAAAAAGk/N8akY0Q27nQ/s320/22.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9966;">“ SE TIVERES QUE AMAR, AMA HOJE. SE TIVERES QUE SORRIR, SORRI HOJE. SE TIVERES QUE CHORAR, CHORA HOJE. POIS O IMPORTANTE É VIVER HOJE. O ONTEM JÁ FOI E O AMANHÃ TALVEZ NÃO VENHA. "</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff9966;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff9966;"></span></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-6585555675091345118?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-89713715814771878862008-04-08T15:45:00.002+02:002008-12-09T15:40:24.361+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/R_t3j5nUWXI/AAAAAAAAAGc/t0-zzGOHrU0/s1600-h/22.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186870854492117362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/R_t3j5nUWXI/AAAAAAAAAGc/t0-zzGOHrU0/s320/22.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Agosto 2004 __________ isla mágica ...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Ando a sonhar... o tempo parou... </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">não quero acordar ! não quero !</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-8971371581477187886?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-85884813867962470452008-03-25T11:09:00.004+01:002008-12-09T15:40:24.545+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/R-kieJnUWWI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Tk4H1cxW51w/s1600-h/jxp_luis_royo_sb_36_medusas_gaze.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181710747638716770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/R-kieJnUWWI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Tk4H1cxW51w/s320/jxp_luis_royo_sb_36_medusas_gaze.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#ccffff;">Tenho sete espadas presas<br />enfiadas nos meus cabelos ...<br />faço com eles uma trança<br />mas não consigo prende-los... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ccffff;">Tenho sete punhais apontados</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ccffff;">à estrada dos meus pesadelos,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ccffff;">embrulho-os em sonhos de sangue</span></strong><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ccffff;"><strong>mas não consigo esconde-los...</strong><br /><br /></span><br /></span><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;">mas há tambem uma espada<br />suspensa<br />que sobre a minha cabeça balança...<br />e a lamina<br />dança...dança... dança...<br /></span></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-8588481386796247045?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-23594885475488973522008-03-11T15:39:00.007+01:002008-12-09T15:40:24.717+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/R9abwWflF8I/AAAAAAAAAGM/g4nnVQwNmek/s1600-h/a0011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176496076683024322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/R9abwWflF8I/AAAAAAAAAGM/g4nnVQwNmek/s320/a0011.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#999900;"><strong>Aquela mulher,</strong><br /><strong>recortada no tempo,</strong> </span><br /><span style="color:#999900;"><strong>pintada de cicatrizes<br />olhos enrrugados de lágrimas...</strong><br /><strong>Aquela mulher,</strong><br /><strong>organiza por cores,</strong><br /><strong>a tarefa de sobreviver</strong><br /><strong>todos os dias...</strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><a href="http://anatomiadeumlouco.blogspot.com/">H A T O</a></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><a href="http://anatomiadeumlouco.blogspot.com/">Hugo Afonso Tavares de Oliveira</a></span><br /><a href="http://anatomiadeumlouco.blogspot.com/">http://anatomiadeumlouco.blogspot.com/</a><br /><br /><span style="color:#999900;"><strong>Agosto 2004 o principio do fim... em casa dos pais dela... Agosto de 2005 já não estava entre nós...</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#999900;">_____________________________________________</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999900;">__________________________________________________________________</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999900;">mas voces pensavam que me calavam... familia de ranhosos?_ nada nem ninguem o conseguirá fazer... uma pessoa tem que ser de ferro, para esperar por justiça no nosso país............ mas eu aguento...agora passa para o outro blogue (que já está aberto a toda a gente que o quiser ler... comentários, para o email sff, assim ninguem se expõe, só eu os leio e poupo trabalho ao anónimos.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-2359488547548897352?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-54939621582506730092008-02-29T13:43:00.006+01:002008-02-29T14:38:36.250+01:00<a href="http://us.123rf.com/168nwm/fotosmurf/fotosmurf0707/fotosmurf070700182.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://us.123rf.com/168nwm/fotosmurf/fotosmurf0707/fotosmurf070700182.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://us.123rf.com/168nwm/fotosmurf/fotosmurf0707/fotosmurf070700182.jpg"></a><div><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;">Se o teu olhar de doida</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;">e boca torta,<br />se o cabelo de cores</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;">mudando<br />encrespado</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;">e baço,<br />o teu andar cambaleando<br />de madraço<br />de um riso alvar</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;">de nada-morta...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"><br />se tudo isso desandasse</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;">como uma<br />porta...<br />e pudesses entrar no teu espaço...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"><br />tu mesmo</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;">chorarias</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;">o erro crasso<br />do mal que fizeste,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;">e agora nada</span></strong><br /><span style="color:#ffcc99;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">te </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">conforta... </span></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="color:#ffcc99;">Se a tua estupidez abrisse essa porta<br />da sensatez... que te é muito estreita... </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffcc99;">talvez o teu espaço se abrisse<br />e não vivesses apenas da malvadez que te enfeita! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;">P.S._ estás a mudar...feia, mentirosa, horrorosa,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;">nem a maquilhagem disfarça, a crueldade, que ostentas, traços que herdaste</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;">da vaca parideira tua mãe ( foi a tribunal testemunhar e nem o nome do meu filho sabia...) anedotas...</span></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;">no tribunal sim, foi um circo de gente aberrativa, que só fizeram rir os juízes... e eu a sofrer....<br /></div></span></span></strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-5493962158250673009?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-36885192509579783652008-02-19T22:27:00.003+01:002008-12-09T15:40:24.960+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/R7tVaCsx6FI/AAAAAAAAAGE/EBWVnpYoDZY/s1600-h/230018pirm4n9bhg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168818903227426898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/R7tVaCsx6FI/AAAAAAAAAGE/EBWVnpYoDZY/s320/230018pirm4n9bhg.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">bendito sofrimento</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">que minha alma acalenta</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">que em gritos de loucura</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">cuspo pela boca sedenta</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">bendito sofrimento</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">que o meu ombro carrega</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">que em gritos de amargura</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">a minha vida segrega</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">bendito sofrimento</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999999;">que me rasgas o coração</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999999;">que em gritos de tortura</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999999;">vou arrastando pelo chão...</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-3688519250957978365?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-24680929111094833782008-02-08T09:10:00.000+01:002008-12-09T15:40:25.171+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/R6wPP54dyHI/AAAAAAAAAF8/sCqMKc8044E/s1600-h/grito.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164519638597224562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/R6wPP54dyHI/AAAAAAAAAF8/sCqMKc8044E/s320/grito.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Vai-te, Poesia!</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Deixa-me ver a vida exacta</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">e intolerável neste planeta</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">feito de carne humana</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">a chorar </span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">onde um anjo</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">me arrasta todas as noites</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">para casa pelos cabelos</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">com bandeiras de lume nos olhos,</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">para fabricar sonhos </span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">carregados de dinamite de lágrimas.</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Vai-te, Poesia!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Não quero cantar.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Quero gritar!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><br /><br />José Gomes Ferreira <span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="color:#ffffff;"><a href="http://www.astormentas.com/zegomes.htm">(aqui)</a></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-2468092911109483378?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com44tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-25683359972589617872008-01-30T08:05:00.000+01:002008-12-09T15:40:25.317+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/R6AsM54dyGI/AAAAAAAAAF0/W539AI7UGPs/s1600-h/Buterfly_Girl.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161173773174294626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/R6AsM54dyGI/AAAAAAAAAF0/W539AI7UGPs/s320/Buterfly_Girl.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>arrependo-me</strong> </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6633ff;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>...porque não te matei...</strong> </span></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;">arrependo-me</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6633ff;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>...do que não te </strong><strong>roubei...</strong> </span></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;">arrependo-me</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6633ff;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>...dos olhos</strong> <strong>que não te arranquei...</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;">arrependo-me</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6633ff;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>...da grande sova</strong> <strong>que não te dei...</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6633ff;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>arrependo-me</strong> </span></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;">...da bala que não disparei...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6633ff;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>arrependo-me</strong> </span></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;">...da garganta que não cortei...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6633ff;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>arrependo-me</strong> </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6633ff;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>...do fogo que sobre ti,</strong><strong> não ateei...</strong> </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6633ff;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>arrependo-me</strong> </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6633ff;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>...desse mar, onde não te afundei...</strong> </span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"><strong>e sobretudo arrependo-me</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;">...de todo o mal que ainda não te fiz...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>- mas farei -</strong> </span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-2568335997258961787?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-11397878040759276782008-01-25T07:32:00.000+01:002008-12-09T15:40:25.593+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/R5mJIZ4dyCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/zM0uuWz7OwA/s1600-h/41991180405161014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159305625609291810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/R5mJIZ4dyCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/zM0uuWz7OwA/s200/41991180405161014.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;">entre véus que rasgam céus ...<br />quem pretendes enganar?<br />ficava-te bem uma trança<br />quando na terra te fores deitar ...</span> </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;">Que esperas? - que a vida<br />te salve da morte?<br />Enquanto esperas a hora,<br />o dia, alguém, quando<br />vais? ou quando vens?<br />É tua a hora tambem ... </span></div><span style="color:#999999;"><div align="center"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;">Na rua, no palco dançando...<br />Tu morres a mal ou a bem...<br />Não te enganes ...<br />todos morremos ...<br />a mim não me assusta a morte...<br />a ti diverte-te ...<br />só te comove a fama e a graça<br />graça que já não tens ... </span></div><span style="color:#999999;"><div align="center"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;">Tu não és de cá ...<br />tentas fazer pouco da Vida ...<br />Mas não vês ... que só aqui estás<br />a fazer a despedida ???<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;">P.S. _doce amiga LI Xung</span></div></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-1139787804075927678?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-10180526029053222072008-01-19T12:47:00.000+01:002008-12-09T15:40:25.751+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/R5Hk9IMIqAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cklk85TEMkY/s1600-h/tarantula.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157154787137464322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/R5Hk9IMIqAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cklk85TEMkY/s200/tarantula.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999999;">És rosca sem parafuso .... </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Com o passo todo incerto</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999999;">és baba que fia no fuso ...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Morte em campo aberto !</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Brasa que não arde ... </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Fogo que não ateia</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999999;">porque é teia ...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Peluda em vez de pele .. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Seu boião cheio de fel !<br />Almofada desenfronhada<br />de fronha toda babada ...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999999;">asquerosa ,<br />ranhosa,<br />mentirosa ... </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999999;">pirosa<br />"chalada"<br />Peça mal acabada !!! </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999999;">...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999999;"><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>P.S. vou dar uma volta xauuuu! :P:P:P:P</em></span></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-1018052602905322207?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-53607524446758644572008-01-17T08:31:00.001+01:002008-12-09T15:40:26.065+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/R48Fv4MIp_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/EDsTbHr1X70/s1600-h/unicorn_sm.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156346418457782258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/R48Fv4MIp_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/EDsTbHr1X70/s320/unicorn_sm.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">...que a tua presença me guarde</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">da loucura de esquecer-te</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">teus olhos por toda a parte</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">vendo-me me façam ver-te...</span></strong><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Tuas mãos sem me tocarem</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>amparem o meu andar</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>e o sorriso dos teus olhos</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>brilhe sempre em meu olhar...</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>e sejas tu quem me sorria</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>no meu sorrir hesitante</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>como a luz do meio dia</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>secreta no ar brilhante...</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;">pho</span></strong><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-5360752444675864457?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-61474367103541909092008-01-08T20:57:00.001+01:002009-01-16T21:13:58.165+01:00<a href="http://niilismo.net/galeria/pictures/morte_inferno.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 868px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1200px" alt="" src="http://niilismo.net/galeria/pictures/morte_inferno.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://niilismo.net/galeria/pictures/morte_inferno.jpg"></a><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">vi-te o inferno nos olhos</span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">não acreditei,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">ignorei</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">vi-te com o inferno nos olhos</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">nada pude fazer.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Senti-te crepitar</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">o inferno que tinhas</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">nos olhos.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Vi-te enlouquecer</span></strong></div><div><div><div><div><div><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">vi-te o inferno nos olhos</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">vi que incendiaste a todos</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">ninguém foi poupado </span></strong><br /></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">ao teu diabólico Inferno.</span></strong><br /></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Vi-te caminhar sobre o fogo</span></strong><br /></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">sem que este consumisse </span></strong><br /></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">o inferno que te vi nos olhos. </span></strong><br /><br /></p></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div></div><span style="font-size:78%;">DO BLOGUE</span><a href="http://stellanijinsky.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#ff6600;"> STELLA</span> </a><span style="font-size:78%;">QUE MUITO GOSTO...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-6147436710354190909?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-55506114980580818262007-12-12T04:03:00.000+01:002008-12-09T15:40:26.275+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/R19P830jyAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/x_jycOvJaDY/s1600-h/colo.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142917206675539970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/R19P830jyAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/x_jycOvJaDY/s200/colo.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">quando nasceres,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">meu menino,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">vem de mansinho</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">que não toque nem um sino</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">nem uma estrela te siga,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">não venham reis, nem pastores,</span></strong><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>porque a mãe sabe o caminho...</strong><br /></span><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">numa gruta,<br />ou noutro lugar<br />assim escondidinho<br />deixa-te lá ficar<br />que só eu te veja, meu amor,<br />que não - direi<br />que só eu possa pedir - e pedirei<br />que só eu tenha<br />a </span><span style="color:#ffffff;">graça de abraçar-te,<br />porque mesmo<br />que<br />não voltes a nascer,<br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">...nunca mais...<br />te deixarei morrer!<br />e só eu tenho o poder<br />de no ventre te carregar...<br />e para toda a parte te levar<br />enquanto eu viver !</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"><a href="http://blogadelllas.blogspot.com/">hata-mãe</a></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-5550611498058081826?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com64tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-88791147053912673932007-12-07T19:10:00.000+01:002007-12-07T03:15:15.429+01:00<a href="http://www.simplesmentepoeta.hpg.ig.com.br/p_preferidas1/08-ontem_a_noite_F.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.simplesmentepoeta.hpg.ig.com.br/p_preferidas1/08-ontem_a_noite_F.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong>a</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong>d</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong>o</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong>r</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong>m</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong>e</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong>ç</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong>o</strong></span></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong>a noite </strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong>no </strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong>regaço</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong>e deito-a no meu</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong>leito.</strong></span> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">o</span> <span style="font-size:180%;">sono </span>?</strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong>é como o faço...</strong></span></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong>umas vezes um limbo</strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong>perfeito.</strong></span><br /></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">outras ... um eterno</span> <span style="font-size:180%;">abraço !</span></strong></span><span style="font-size:180%;"> </span></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">para ti meu querido filho</span></em></span></span></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-8879114705391267393?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-72261816034243399422007-12-02T20:51:00.000+01:002008-12-09T15:40:26.601+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/RvAe2s9XYNI/AAAAAAAAABo/G9kAWMw_onM/s1600-h/elene+usdin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111619502195826898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/RvAe2s9XYNI/AAAAAAAAABo/G9kAWMw_onM/s320/elene%252Busdin.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#999900;"> Um abat-jour vermelho por favor</span><br /><span style="color:#999900;">um abat-jour redondo antiquado</span><br /><span style="color:#999900;">e, a tinta azul, no branco</span><br /><span style="color:#999900;">avermelhando o encarnado</span><br /><span style="color:#999900;">ou um soneto de amor.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#999900;">Um abat-jour vermelho,</span><br /><span style="color:#999900;">todo de cor, </span><br /><span style="color:#999900;">de escuro carregado</span><br /><span style="color:#999900;">naquele quarto de dormir,</span><br /><span style="color:#999900;">à moda do passado</span><br /><span style="color:#999900;">e um poema de amor.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#999900;">Apenas isso: um abat-jour vermelho</span><br /><span style="color:#999900;">um bloco de papel no móvel velho</span><br /><span style="color:#999900;">e a tinta azul de amor.</span><br /><span style="color:#999900;">Um abat-jour vermelho, de luz quente</span><br /><span style="color:#999900;">Bastava-me isso hoje.</span><br /><span style="color:#999900;">E de repente uma canção de amor</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">foto daí, dum lado qualquer</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><span style="color:#999900;"></span><br />phaao</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-7226181603424339942?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-35426692923378680352007-11-29T18:35:00.000+01:002008-12-09T15:40:26.707+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/R092szMIt5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/-EWcIzDy4j0/s1600-R/molh.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138456211880458130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/R092szMIt5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/kRvvLK3B9Ak/s320/molh.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#663333;">naufrago noutra jangada</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><br /><span style="color:#663333;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#663333;">dentro de mim rasgada </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><br /><span style="color:#663333;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#663333;">dor, lágrima, rio, mar, enseada!... </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><br /><span style="color:#663333;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#663333;">não a vejo, não oiço, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><br /><span style="color:#663333;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#663333;">mas sinto-a em mil</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><br /><span style="color:#663333;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#663333;">multiplicada... </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><br /><span style="color:#663333;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#663333;">ondulando no meu sangue </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><br /><span style="color:#663333;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#663333;">e na carne esquartejada... </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><br /><span style="color:#663333;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#663333;">trespassa-me como uma espada</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><br /><span style="color:#663333;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#663333;">sinto-a assim... despedaçada</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><br /><span style="color:#663333;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#663333;">sinfonia por mim escutada </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><br /><span style="color:#663333;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#663333;">pranto, grito, flor, chuva!... </span></strong><strong><br /><span style="color:#663333;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#663333;">chuva negra</span></strong> </span><strong><br /><span style="color:#663333;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#663333;">e de todas as outras cores</span></strong><strong><br /><span style="color:#663333;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#663333;">- do negro -</span></strong> </span><strong><br /><span style="color:#663333;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#663333;">já por mim derramada...</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-3542669292337868035?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-74199751994725993592007-11-22T02:42:00.000+01:002007-11-23T01:19:22.459+01:00<a href="http://img258.imageshack.us/img258/8780/fadalago11amn8.gif"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img258.imageshack.us/img258/8780/fadalago11amn8.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#99ff99;">Queria fazer-me em água</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#99ff99;">num leito de rio... morar</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#99ff99;">escorrer-me de toda a mágoa</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#99ff99;">e no oceano... desaguar… </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#99ff99;">Vogar ao sabor do vento</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#99ff99;">Ser azul… ser verde mar</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#99ff99;">saber qual o momento</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#99ff99;">da minha dor poder lavar…</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#99ff99;">Queria a tua face na lua</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#99ff99;">para te ver sempre... e ter paz</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#99ff99;">ser lamento de sereia nua</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><strong><span style="color:#99ff99;">na onda que se desfaz ! </span></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-7419975199472599359?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-2630583088568854302007-11-20T05:02:00.000+01:002008-12-09T15:40:27.169+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/R0JkYzMIt4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/_f6x1p2g9Ng/s1600-h/lady-of-shallot-L.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134776902376535938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/R0JkYzMIt4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/_f6x1p2g9Ng/s200/lady-of-shallot-L.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#999900;">mãos de silencio erguidas</span></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#999900;">mãos de silencio verde</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#999900;">mãos contidas...</span></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#999900;">oh! céus, a terra não é verde</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#999900;">verdes são os meus cabelos...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#999900;">A terra não é verde</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#999900;">é da cor do meu tronc0 </span></strong><strong><span style="color:#999900;">torcido</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#999900;">e de outras cores vermelhas...</span></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#999900;">Tenho raízes </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#999900;">presas nos meus cabelos</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#999900;">por vento sofrido...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;">Oh! céus a terra não é verde</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;">é cor de sangue !</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;">Verdes são os meus cabelos...</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;">o tronco de ametista</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;">agulhas em novelo</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;">que em vão o tempo fia...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;">Em vão</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;">- como um artista -</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"><strong>phamao</strong></span></div><br /><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="left"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-263058308856885430?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-23240405151936534622007-11-12T02:35:00.000+01:002008-12-09T15:40:27.374+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/Rze7JettfzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4HrfxxcLSzk/s1600-h/vampire-girl-poster-c12135412.jpg"><strong><span style="color:#999999;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131776071949975346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/Rze7JettfzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4HrfxxcLSzk/s200/vampire-girl-poster-c12135412.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#999999;"><br /><br /></span></strong><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Existem aqui estranhos ruídos</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">sopros, choros, gritos e gemidos</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">corpos, rostos, sem voz e sem olhar</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">gente, pedaços de coisas a saltar</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">lançando a morte e o nada para o ar</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">fragmentando os meus sentidos</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">ulcerando os meus ouvidos</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">com falsas canções de embalar</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">...mas </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">nesta febre dura e gelada</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">que para ti está guardada</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">nas palavras do pensamento</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">quando chegar o momento</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">o pó dos teus ossos vou mastigar</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">...a tua carne devorar</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">...o teu sangue sugar</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">sorvendo devagar</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">o teu último sopro de vida</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">que há muito me está prometida!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">... então</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">serei eu a cantar</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">verdadeiras canções de embalar...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999999;">...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#333333;">p.s. inspiração vinda de alguns comentários do post anterior</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-2324040515193653462?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-19497391752042599672007-11-07T12:54:00.000+01:002008-12-09T15:40:27.536+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/RzGtHULWM7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/EXLZjJOkFRQ/s1600-h/Flores.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130071791738696626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/RzGtHULWM7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/EXLZjJOkFRQ/s320/Flores.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/RzGojULWM6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/SPUBRbCXdBo/s1600-h/Flores.jpg"></a><div align="center"><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><span style="font-size:180%;">...</span> <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;">até</span><span style="color:#ffcc99;"> </span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;">para</span> <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">se</span><span style="color:#ffff99;"> ser</span></span> </span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;">flor</span></strong> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;">é <span style="color:#ffff99;">preciso</span> ter <span style="color:#ffcc99;">sorte</span> ...</span></strong> <span style="color:#ffcccc;"><br /></span><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;">umas <span style="color:#ffff99;">enfeitam</span> <span style="color:#ffcc99;">a vida</span></span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">outras</span> enfeitam <span style="color:#ffff99;">a morte</span><span style="color:#ffcc99;"> !</span></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">(desconheço o autor)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></strong><br /></span><strong><span style="color:#666600;">a semana que passou foi a semana (ou o dia) das flores)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#666600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">é uma verdade, para enfeitar a vida, temos tanta coisa... todas as belezas do planeta, a música, os livros, os espectáculos em geral, todos os prazeres, e de facto para enfeitar a morte, (excluindo aquelas coisas do coração) só as flores... às vezes de plástico... como os sentimentos de certos seres huanos...</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-1949739175204259967?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-52771059147511974772007-11-01T16:47:00.000+01:002008-12-09T15:40:27.752+01:00<div align="left"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/RyqMmkLWM5I/AAAAAAAAADs/208KOBqAUsE/s1600-h/sereia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128065719888917394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/RyqMmkLWM5I/AAAAAAAAADs/208KOBqAUsE/s200/sereia.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;">soltem as ondas às sereias </span></strong><br /><div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;">que o rio corra para o mar<br />abram-me a alma</span></strong></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="color:#666600;">à luta</span></strong> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#999900;"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">...que não tenho medo de amar...</span></strong><br /></span></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;">soprem as núvens ao vento</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;">atirem estrelas</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;">ao luar </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;">dêm vozes às armas </span></strong></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#999900;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>...que é tempo de </strong><strong>lutar...</strong> </span><br /></span></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;">afoguem todas as mágoas </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;">em profundas e verdes </span></strong></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="color:#666600;">águas</span></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="color:#666600;">icem as minhas bandeiras </span></strong></span></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;">quebrem todas as barreirras</span></strong></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#999900;"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">...que niguem me pode arrancar...</span></strong><br /></span></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;">a força da razão</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;">que me pulsa no coração</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;">...e no meu sangue a jorrar...</span></strong></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#999900;"><strong>... ... que eu vou morrer a lutar...</strong> ...</span></span></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;">nada me faz parar</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;">ninguem consegue mudar </span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="color:#666600;">este meu modo de </span></strong><strong><span style="color:#666600;">amar...</span></strong> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;">A LUTAR! A LUTAR! A LUTAR!</span></strong></div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-5277105914751197477?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-66014244474975201262007-10-26T02:13:00.000+02:002008-12-09T15:40:27.953+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/RyE3WvYFBbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VN7fhC1ldJg/s1600-h/118250js0hn4ep0.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125438714738443698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/RyE3WvYFBbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VN7fhC1ldJg/s320/118250js0hn4ep0.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">obrigada, obrigada, obrigada,</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">por todo o mal que me alcança</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">pelo que me enraivece, tortura e cansa</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">pelo choro do velho e da criança,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">pela míngua de pão e sal</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">pela minha cegueira e estupidez fatal...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">obrigada, obrigada, obrigada, </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">por todo o meu ódio e vingança</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">pela onda destruidora que avança,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">pelo caminho sem luz, sem esperança...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">obrigada, obrigada, obrigada, </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">por toda a minha ""puta vida"" </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">que entre a morte e a morte se balança ... </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-6601424447497520126?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-64539110930337222652007-10-11T22:20:00.000+02:002007-10-11T23:03:36.183+02:00<a href="http://osmanos.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/Nani3.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://osmanos.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/Nani3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">...pelas lágrimas vermelhas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">e pela terra molhada</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">pelos uivos de loba ferida</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">e pela boca gretada,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">por aquela porta aberta</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">e por aquela porta fechada,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">pelo almoço de pedras cruas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">e pela cruz carregada,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">pela tua alegria perdida</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">e a minha tristeza encontrada...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">por ladrões e mentirosos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">assassinos e criminosos,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">pelo pranto da madrugada...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">e pela aquela dor retalhada</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>jurei</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">que a tua morte será vingada!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-6453911093033722265?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-50701533034582196652007-10-08T02:06:00.000+02:002007-10-08T02:16:55.865+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://somdatinta.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/JardimProfHenrique1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://somdatinta.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/JardimProfHenrique1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;">oh! que linda tarde</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;">diz a tarde para a tarde</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;">que bom encontrar-te esta tarde</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;">mas sabes que já é tarde</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;">se não fosse tão tarde</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;">ficava até mais tarde</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;">adeus linda tarde</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;">vou indo que se faz tarde...</span></strong></div><br /><span style="color:#999900;">poema feito ao fim da tarde</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-5070153303458219665?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-51343946154882664752007-10-05T14:43:00.000+02:002007-10-07T18:32:37.192+02:00<a href="http://www.pyndorama.blogger.com.br/marip18.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.pyndorama.blogger.com.br/marip18.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://www.pyndorama.blogger.com.br/marip18.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.pyndorama.blogger.com.br/marip18.jpg"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">quando enlouquecer...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">que bem </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">irei gritar</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">um sublime amor</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">hei-de cantar</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">quando eu enlouquecer</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">soltarei o mar</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">para todo o mundo</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">navegar.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">se a minha voz</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">fôr rouca ou dura</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">todos se afogarão na tortura.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">se fôr preta</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">a minha cor</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">será azulada e salgada</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">a vossa dor.</span></strong><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">quando eu enlouquecer...<br /></div></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-5134394615488266475?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-13140413100009597942007-10-03T16:16:00.000+02:002007-10-05T15:02:39.701+02:00<div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.unicamp.br/unicamp/unicamp_hoje/ju/dezembro2006/fotosju347-online/ju347pg07a.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.unicamp.br/unicamp/unicamp_hoje/ju/dezembro2006/fotosju347-online/ju347pg07a.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>e ... o vento _____________ ameaça cada pétala</strong></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-1314041310000959794?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-60952317426995076262007-09-28T04:17:00.000+02:002008-12-09T15:40:28.543+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/RvxrNzY0X0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/VeGl4ThoTqA/s1600-h/Ovo_01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115081161662816066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/RvxrNzY0X0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/VeGl4ThoTqA/s320/Ovo_01.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/RvxrODY0X1I/AAAAAAAAACY/32_9S6brOy0/s1600-h/por_do_sol.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115081165957783378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/RvxrODY0X1I/AAAAAAAAACY/32_9S6brOy0/s320/por_do_sol.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;">Ontem fez-me rir o sol</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;">esplendido.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;">o alaranjado do sol pôr.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;">teatral demais, aquele incendio.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;">vermelhões sangrentos,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;">num torpor</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;">de ovo estrelado ---</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;">--- e a incandescencia</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;">de camadas de nuvens em vapor.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;">fingindo o sol afogar-se --- Enfim paciencia.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;">tem dias discretos, naturais.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;">mas às vezes. faz cenas teatrais.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;">melodramáticas, barrocas, fantasmais.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;">e. em vez de emocionar-me, acho-o castiço.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;">e até saloio.!. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;">Realmente ontem foi demais!</span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"><em>phaao</em></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-6095231742699507626?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-34294698373490213402007-09-26T11:26:00.000+02:002007-09-26T11:29:06.124+02:00<p><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C5BSyJ_vlHo" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></p><p> </p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">...há sonhos, que se realizam...</span></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-3429469837349021340?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-35577642055438712562007-09-24T17:33:00.000+02:002007-09-24T19:03:04.200+02:00<p><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UOGBTFFxOpY" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">e os gestos a surgirrrrrrr!</span></strong></p><p><strong>a dança pois... :))))</strong></p><p></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-3557764205543871256?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-67818886681302669502007-09-22T09:53:00.000+02:002008-12-09T15:40:28.814+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/RvTKpDY0XyI/AAAAAAAAACA/1Tc8BM61zEk/s1600-h/mulher072_02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112934283605204770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/RvTKpDY0XyI/AAAAAAAAACA/1Tc8BM61zEk/s400/mulher072_02.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#993300;">... existe um lago<br />onde a bruma torna escura<br />o ondular das águas ...<br />boiam olhares<br />de inacessiveis lágrimas...<br /><br />de cima, um canto<br />num voo de ave pura<br />chamando mágoas e mágoas...<br /><br />entrecruzam-se sorrisos<br />músicas sobrepostas<br />ritmos desfasados<br />que a dança das sombras procura...<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;">phaao</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">bom fim de semana</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-6781888668130266950?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-46262664607080905202007-09-20T23:42:00.000+02:002008-12-09T15:40:29.024+01:00<embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yV9h4HeSMMc&amp;rel=" border="0" width="325" height="266" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/RvNSWDY0XwI/AAAAAAAAABw/hiHFZaUbSz4/s1600-h/jorge+palma.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112520540815646466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/RvNSWDY0XwI/AAAAAAAAABw/hiHFZaUbSz4/s320/jorge+palma.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>estive lá no metro... eu... e mais não sei quantos mil... foi o maximo !!!<br /></div><br /><div>ver várias gerações, tudo a cantar, dançar, ele é sem dúvida (para mim) <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"><a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendID=200720916">um expoente muito elevado</a></span>, na musica, a sua perfomance, o seu ar de malandro... </div><br /><div align="center">_____________</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-4626266460708090520?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-79832835515806992432007-09-14T20:35:00.000+02:002008-12-09T15:40:29.176+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/RurVpc9XYMI/AAAAAAAAABg/sgsAhjbrAmU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110131635330179266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/RurVpc9XYMI/AAAAAAAAABg/sgsAhjbrAmU/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#cccccc;">Noite,</span> <div><span style="color:#cccccc;">noite velha</span></div><div><span style="color:#cccccc;">nos caminhos.</span></div><div><span style="color:#cccccc;">A lua no alto</span></div><div><span style="color:#cccccc;">fingindo-se cega.</span></div><div><span style="color:#cccccc;">Estrelas. Algumas</span></div><div><span style="color:#cccccc;">cairam ao rio.</span></div><div><span style="color:#cccccc;">As rãs</span></div><div><span style="color:#cccccc;">e as águas</span></div><div><span style="color:#cccccc;">estremecem de frio.</span></div><div><span style="color:#cccccc;"><br /> </div></span><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"><strong>Eugéniode Andrade </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"><strong>Primeiros poemas</strong></span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">bom fim de semana<br /></span></div></span><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-7983283551580699243?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-4918246326256257242007-09-13T20:20:00.000+02:002007-09-13T20:40:52.051+02:00<a href="http://dsmedia.ign.com/ds/image/article/585/585896/wario-ware-touched-20050207013758107.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://dsmedia.ign.com/ds/image/article/585/585896/wario-ware-touched-20050207013758107.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Atchim , atchim , atchim...</div><div>E hoje estou assim...</div><div>Atchim , atchim , atchim</div><div>Tu não te chegues a mim</div><div>Atchimmmmmm</div><div>Nariz a pingar,</div><div>os olhos a lacrimejar</div><div>E eu só faço assim:Atchimmmmmmmm</div><div>As palpebras se fecham ,</div><div>e eu não faço mais nada,</div><div>senão espirrar</div><div>Vou uma lingua nova </div><div>procurar</div><div>para dizer atchim</div><div>pois desta eu já estou cansada</div><div>De tanto espirrar assim.</div><div>E na àrabia eu passei</div><div>e assim cumprimentei:</div><div>Na Bulgária </div><div>espreitei e assim me pronunciei ...апчих"atchís"</div><div>e "atchús"nuestros hermanos por lá fazem"atjuu"</div><div>em <a class="new" title="Danéh language" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Dan%C3%A9h_language&action=edit">Danéh</a> será? , </div><div>acho que sim ,não sei.</div><div>Ai o meu nariz,</div><div>ai os meus olhitos,</div><div>doridos de tanto atchum"hatsjoe" e "hatsjie" </div><div>ja se faz por lá em Neerlandês</div><div>A França já fui parar e "atchoum" </div><div>é o que está a dar</div><div>O nariz que não pára de pingar...</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div><span style="color:#ff99ff;">ler o resto </span><a href="http://somomentos.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">aqui</span></a><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"> </span>se lhe apetecer passar um momento de descompressão do stress de um dia de trabalho...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-491824632625625724?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-84696888230719656832007-09-12T13:26:00.000+02:002008-12-09T15:40:29.364+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/RufNUM9XYKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wXgZCXwuJCk/s1600-h/coreto.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109278049234804898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/RufNUM9XYKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wXgZCXwuJCk/s320/coreto.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#cc66cc;">desde que nasceu.queria colorir o mundo.quase elouqueceu ...</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#cc66cc;">entre rima,prosa e verso.procurava uma palavra mágica</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc66cc;">onde coubesse o universo...</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#cc66cc;">porém ... o estusiasmo perdeu.escondeu-se dentro da alma escura e fria.a vida não é encanto.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">o mundo </span><span style="color:#cc66cc;">é que elouqueceu ...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-8469688823071965683?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-59009119492952925022007-09-06T23:34:00.000+02:002007-09-09T01:48:26.927+02:00<p><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E377EvTuA0g" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-5900911949295292502?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-29438212174161285122007-08-28T13:11:00.000+02:002008-12-09T15:40:29.644+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/RuPO_-G3muI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0ZS5xXD-eO4/s1600-h/1103873.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108154000767163106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/RuPO_-G3muI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0ZS5xXD-eO4/s320/1103873.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong>... é apenas o meu outro "eu" fugidio ...<br />que comigo dança sob um translúcido fio<br /><br />é uma linha vibrando amarga, frágil e tensa<br />musicada por uma dor intensa ...<br /><br /><br /><br /></strong><p></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"></span></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-2943821217416128512?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-70483583416310630602007-08-27T19:04:00.001+02:002008-12-09T15:40:29.872+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/RuPox-G3mwI/AAAAAAAAABI/Oh4ES8LIjyk/s1600-h/892861.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108182347551316738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/RuPox-G3mwI/AAAAAAAAABI/Oh4ES8LIjyk/s320/892861.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/RuPWOuG3mvI/AAAAAAAAABA/AzTm1-DTGgE/s1600-h/892861.jpg"></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>...fujo de mim para te alcançar ... nunca desisto... </strong></div><div align="center"><br /><strong>tão simples? ... tão complicado?... tão estranho ...<br /></strong><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-7048358341631063060?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-43355173049650640802007-08-25T13:48:00.000+02:002007-09-09T14:00:42.284+02:00<a href="http://www.poetando.com.br/datafiles/images/materia/589.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.poetando.com.br/datafiles/images/materia/589.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">"Se destruíssem todos os sonhos</span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">dos homens, </span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">a Terra perderia</span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">suas formas e suas cores, </span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">e nós adormeceríamos em uma cinzenta estupidez."<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">by rafaela</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-4335517304965064080?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-4288062388544538152007-07-21T08:01:00.000+02:002008-12-09T15:40:29.901+01:00<a href="http://www.inf.ufrgs.br/gme/sim/sim99/olho.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.inf.ufrgs.br/gme/sim/sim99/olho.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://images.google.pt/imgres?imgurl=http://www.babooforum.com.br/idealbb/files/117023-OlharDeFogo.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.babooforum.com.br/idealbb/view.asp%3FtopicID%3D372888&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;h=600&w=800&amp;sz=73&hl=pt-PT&amp;start=137&sig2=FeBspHDTWU2RR8KG98u2Ig&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;tbnid=XpUUVOMIdWLfqM:&tbnh=107&amp;tbnw=143&ei=KReXRsDsGqji0ASA0YXxCg&amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dolhar%26start%3D120%26gbv%3D2%26ndsp%3D20%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Dpt-PT%26sa%3DN"></a><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">..."Toquei-te na pupila embaciada</span><br /><br /></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">riscada de sombras...<br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">nelas vi o rasto do caminho"...</span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TQhx1dNPqQ/RdYamHoYnyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fI9r-iZbx5I/s1600-h/SimmonsJohn_Titania.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-428806238854453815?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548600783893959834.post-20819196923870865392007-07-15T19:18:00.000+02:002007-08-07T11:57:39.584+02:00<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2DIwvYLKEQ4"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2DIwvYLKEQ4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548600783893959834-2081919692387086539?l=acetinando.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>temporaria_mente insanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14931926779995245861noreply@blogger.com10