tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88829351630877512132024-02-21T00:39:45.945-08:00À cinza das Horas(e as mesmas reticências)A cinza das Horashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02844333069336406934noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882935163087751213.post-15383229597779254362010-05-07T18:57:00.000-07:002010-05-07T19:01:48.654-07:00.<span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Não volto mais</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> </strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"> </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Pra não ter nenhum</strong> </span><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">depois.</span></em>A cinza das Horashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02844333069336406934noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882935163087751213.post-15717203606890611752010-02-10T15:43:00.000-08:002010-02-14T08:44:13.358-08:00'Eu vou te jogar num pano de guardar confetes'<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzJDcjcntoeVLVxrgvWvmBoPgUg3z7A9QJOXwCSG3htdy8XZb5CAlzwIztim4xlsvDk2MxRmZe1eVQuZxQKYsyB1nXvT6lNihyphenhyphen0XsBdzpy3iHAe7pahRzsdqT0alNUsjHyVSRb7PI7zUw/s1600-h/joao+ruas.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzJDcjcntoeVLVxrgvWvmBoPgUg3z7A9QJOXwCSG3htdy8XZb5CAlzwIztim4xlsvDk2MxRmZe1eVQuZxQKYsyB1nXvT6lNihyphenhyphen0XsBdzpy3iHAe7pahRzsdqT0alNUsjHyVSRb7PI7zUw/s400/joao+ruas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436765518088292018" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">...porque o timbre da tua voz ficou como música nos meu ouvidos. Porque sinto como se não fosse dar tempo de descobrir as outras melodias . Porque queria apenas te mastigar,te usar. Eu tinha fome,eu tinha pressa ,eu tinha medo.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Porque você quis apenas conversar comigo,me contando histórias sobre lua cheia e energia dos cosmos e do nada você ficou me observando em silêncio.<br />Não durou. E se no futuro nosso encontro travasse era porque nenhum dos dois teve coragem de continuar. Porque você me dava um nó e ao mesmo tempo seria capaz de rodar o mundo pra ter tua presença outra vez. E precisava fechar os olhos de tanta dor,pedi que você continuasse conversando comigo nos meus sonhos. Porque as perguntas iam me rasgando a alma.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> E eu me sentia como a menina que andava à beira do abismo.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Porque queria contar pro mundo que tinha encontrado uma pessoa incrível mas isso foi semana passada. Porque a cada momento ia ficando tonta. Eu só repetia teu nome e isso te deixava tonto também. Repetia teu nome como quem pedia um abraço(...)<br />Porque todo esse sentimento me carregava.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Porque agora tudo já é perigoso.<br /><br />Porque gosto de tudo que me faz doer </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">...</span><br /><h1 style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></h1><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span>A cinza das Horashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02844333069336406934noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882935163087751213.post-76019069269969272492010-02-09T16:59:00.000-08:002010-02-09T17:06:40.879-08:00.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGFrJqgpB72k0GQxnzxXxUvCIxMRevCw4rcqHUq5RaObMo160WCQ6weQ2QaU-YIr4DXm3WRksLETdudOTnq65H80A-i-Ky3VL_YHKVTQoJ1lMZBU6Z4KYetviNPx4K85eWwz7vXGC_vO8/s1600-h/IMG_6765.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 85px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGFrJqgpB72k0GQxnzxXxUvCIxMRevCw4rcqHUq5RaObMo160WCQ6weQ2QaU-YIr4DXm3WRksLETdudOTnq65H80A-i-Ky3VL_YHKVTQoJ1lMZBU6Z4KYetviNPx4K85eWwz7vXGC_vO8/s400/IMG_6765.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436414929210152642" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Aqui dentro o canto é outro.</span><br /><span style="color:#0000ff;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">'It’s a long long long long way...'<br /></span></span>A cinza das Horashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02844333069336406934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882935163087751213.post-48222065404743814392010-01-15T06:11:00.000-08:002010-02-05T15:18:51.178-08:00Deixa soprar...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsguVXiRhCK2khFpssAhbeBSWxHndCOZ4coxJ7XCr0XywZz8QHVFXxBAFYAtYdjIUQOABRymBvtJaecfriR8Gm5TWiNDOUQ7xjwNRpaznwzWmpmc1FnsnLh1yhuyVX_dh-_G8QYh7U7yw/s1600-h/ir+embora.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsguVXiRhCK2khFpssAhbeBSWxHndCOZ4coxJ7XCr0XywZz8QHVFXxBAFYAtYdjIUQOABRymBvtJaecfriR8Gm5TWiNDOUQ7xjwNRpaznwzWmpmc1FnsnLh1yhuyVX_dh-_G8QYh7U7yw/s400/ir+embora.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426969781850797394" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilhlNAq6EBwZRqElCdcMualNmi7_48DjpdeLKIEb3DKIrrgb3ShctNRE9hu_DRCd2-m29FoJNBjI9EqWojK2xV_52d9wEL8IOaLwl75snz-FW4Qz_FQMUffl6NCihCoQMOtoaxn65x_UY/s1600-h/foto+de+helano.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilhlNAq6EBwZRqElCdcMualNmi7_48DjpdeLKIEb3DKIrrgb3ShctNRE9hu_DRCd2-m29FoJNBjI9EqWojK2xV_52d9wEL8IOaLwl75snz-FW4Qz_FQMUffl6NCihCoQMOtoaxn65x_UY/s400/foto+de+helano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426969645465027170" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqeNi50kJp2gExlRSwnNVNMhoEXi_Lw8qb_Bhf55tDTeg70u2wbmLD405FPebGnQChBPVqKEo9bBEIHWojzwUYZaLknSEHcxe5OitFPPwxQ6kXLgO1k3hQJ9ob_1rT8mVLZS5txSLwt-s/s1600-h/azul.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqeNi50kJp2gExlRSwnNVNMhoEXi_Lw8qb_Bhf55tDTeg70u2wbmLD405FPebGnQChBPVqKEo9bBEIHWojzwUYZaLknSEHcxe5OitFPPwxQ6kXLgO1k3hQJ9ob_1rT8mVLZS5txSLwt-s/s400/azul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426969504885093074" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"> <br /><br /><br /><br /> (Caio F.)<br /></span>A cinza das Horashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02844333069336406934noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882935163087751213.post-89170427034873982562010-01-09T14:48:00.001-08:002010-01-09T15:18:46.249-08:00.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhErgPppsGpjgstH57DHUp5-Ok2AJBGyROa78_nHxG7x-CjPAN5o4qUQo_Cj8ogqJUp8UujtFy6LFRaGh88Te-8H3f-ginrsD7L4lPr_9UAQWgbbcRhDw3Sol4nZt0Pa3HqjBKjHuheefw/s1600-h/foto.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhErgPppsGpjgstH57DHUp5-Ok2AJBGyROa78_nHxG7x-CjPAN5o4qUQo_Cj8ogqJUp8UujtFy6LFRaGh88Te-8H3f-ginrsD7L4lPr_9UAQWgbbcRhDw3Sol4nZt0Pa3HqjBKjHuheefw/s400/foto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424882440775005858" border="0" /></a><br /><div id="div_letra"><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Eu ontem fui dormir todo encolhido<br />Agarrando uns quatro travesseiros<br />Chorando bem baixinho, bem baixinho, baby<br />Pra nem eu nem Deus ouvir<br /> ..............................................................................<br /></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Sonhei que eu caía do vigésimo andar<br />E não morria<br />Ganhava três milhões e meio de dólares<br />Na loteria<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">E você me dizia com a voz terna, cheia de malícia</span><br />[Que me queria pra toda vida]</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> ..................................................................<br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Toda manhã parece um parto<br />Quem sabe, depois de um tapa<br />Eu hoje vou matar essa charada</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Se todo alguém que ama<br />Ama pra ser correspondido<br /> <br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Se todo alguém que eu amo</p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;">É como amar a lua inacessível</span><br /> <br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> É que eu não amo ninguém<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">[Não amo ninguém]</span><br /> <br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Eu não amo ninguém, parece incrível<br />Não amo ninguém<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">E é só amor que eu respiro.</span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">(Por Cazuza)</span><br /></p></div>A cinza das Horashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02844333069336406934noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882935163087751213.post-69450393238951383132009-11-03T10:26:00.000-08:002010-02-14T07:08:51.022-08:00Traduzindo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs6Tnu3kduB15j5YDDgkSGX65eMTJ1oYnXYqAc5x5PFke6RHPUhQLdi_k9ULzfPfoAVi8-vVOVtXft7PyiexI2f9RgDpSlCbuUbs_cXxQunROc4CIiNzT8lc55aiqzM7BVyweD-CNQYoA/s1600-h/070517_blog_uncovering_org_redon_visao.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs6Tnu3kduB15j5YDDgkSGX65eMTJ1oYnXYqAc5x5PFke6RHPUhQLdi_k9ULzfPfoAVi8-vVOVtXft7PyiexI2f9RgDpSlCbuUbs_cXxQunROc4CIiNzT8lc55aiqzM7BVyweD-CNQYoA/s400/070517_blog_uncovering_org_redon_visao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399948189499602610" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Tudo fora do lugar</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Tudo</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"> só</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Tudo ou nada sendo quase a mesma coisa,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">sendo mais</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">nada</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> antes do que qualquer coisa.</span> <br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Tudo posto no </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">final</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">E mesmo assim</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">o quase</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> ainda </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">permanece</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Ou tudo sem o nada </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Ou </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">alguma coisa</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> fora do lugar?</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Tudo ou nada num um</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">só</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"> E o que</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> resta</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">?</span> <br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Tudo </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">oco</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">!</span></div>A cinza das Horashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02844333069336406934noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882935163087751213.post-68749865432337046362009-10-22T16:44:00.000-07:002009-10-22T16:53:58.860-07:00.<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">Só</span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>sei dessa roda gigante que é a </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;">vida</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">.</span>A cinza das Horashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02844333069336406934noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882935163087751213.post-49594276627684060712009-06-09T17:56:00.000-07:002009-06-09T18:19:51.978-07:00.<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Eu Gosto de você.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">E o que sinto por dentro disso é talvez mais abstrato, mas o que estou tentando dizer é que<span style="font-style: italic;"> e u g o s t o d e v o c ê</span><br />assim deliberadamente</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">simples e <span style="font-style: italic;">deliberadamente</span>.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(com infinitos)<br /></span>A cinza das Horashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02844333069336406934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882935163087751213.post-14885832521927504772009-06-04T07:45:00.000-07:002009-06-04T07:56:55.640-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPEHMnXsKkWSxvb06JIJVNNJO4bF7DqTKmXn1RQIrBStwDrZ4B-BWD305LSwtA55W2lWIQ65v1b4trv18haCe49w1fzMG8qvxxnKnixX_r5RVu0F_8JVg2Cw06sm8mZHVnKEtI_N1_TKs/s1600-h/400px_CP0201_04_61.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPEHMnXsKkWSxvb06JIJVNNJO4bF7DqTKmXn1RQIrBStwDrZ4B-BWD305LSwtA55W2lWIQ65v1b4trv18haCe49w1fzMG8qvxxnKnixX_r5RVu0F_8JVg2Cw06sm8mZHVnKEtI_N1_TKs/s400/400px_CP0201_04_61.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343485186440174514" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Este momento de junho...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><h2 style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;">Don't Explain</h2> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Hush now, don't explain</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">You're the cause of all my</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Trouble and pain</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Unless you're mad</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Don't explain</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;">My love, my love, my love</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Don't explain</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br />There is nothing within me now to gain<br />You know that I love you<br />Look at what loving has done<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;">All my thoughts were real</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br />And so sincere<br />I was so completely yours</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">You know I hear folks cha-cha-cha-chatter</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">And I know you cheat</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Right or wrong, that don't matter</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">You're here with me</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Sit down, have a sit</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">It's your time to feel the pain</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">It's your time to weep</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Don't explain</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Hush now, don't explain</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">There is nothing within me now to gain</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">I'm gonna skip it instead</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Don't explain</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Don't explain</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">[ponto final]</span>A cinza das Horashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02844333069336406934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882935163087751213.post-64268849139901241082009-05-30T09:50:00.000-07:002009-05-30T12:06:51.789-07:00Silence [ ... ]<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv24J17HhgZipQ3DuG-MOrzhgB_Lfe9VCRLgNoknHCxxT2l30sWh9IJS5l6_FRcE0LLakeugmJ6S4-6HndvtYEIscnBXBXquSQMuy7L263y7ckvuvWR1jCT1hmWBwb_sgHj14oKRgiJDY/s1600-h/ATYAAADXEyz_Pfd0MxJpIQoEGEE3tCFRglZ9zIZQ4-4nDFAdvEUSDUxiQHARgLlGbbHFsonYayAbMk-O9ViSw_Lp7TliAJtU9VBxj8fFJqcQ8qzWeoKgW6YlX4X98A.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv24J17HhgZipQ3DuG-MOrzhgB_Lfe9VCRLgNoknHCxxT2l30sWh9IJS5l6_FRcE0LLakeugmJ6S4-6HndvtYEIscnBXBXquSQMuy7L263y7ckvuvWR1jCT1hmWBwb_sgHj14oKRgiJDY/s400/ATYAAADXEyz_Pfd0MxJpIQoEGEE3tCFRglZ9zIZQ4-4nDFAdvEUSDUxiQHARgLlGbbHFsonYayAbMk-O9ViSw_Lp7TliAJtU9VBxj8fFJqcQ8qzWeoKgW6YlX4X98A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341661584335802226" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Atravessando as horas nesse estado de ausência permanente<br />Tudo em mim falta.</span><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> <br /> e lateja</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"><br /></span>A cinza das Horashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02844333069336406934noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882935163087751213.post-37543216414440311412009-05-17T19:40:00.000-07:002009-05-17T19:47:30.271-07:00Estrela<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBeBofOtVDeMrvMwRT6A9PgGAlOIONTt4p8bn5jF_kNE6zy_kj1JrQ5cG7NeaqTTTX6LmJPNTlX4geJCJlcEsI384l2_-BzoJ-gTRti0MIOzxqSIgwsooXL9mXVeI0ZCjUYkdMc78rfaU/s1600-h/ATgAAAAuDW1z0zL4Ib4QdAvR6NsZiTJtzVpyuX_oVkc9J6ZIDo2FI4tlBLAqLpIKNpY8EwOXkooN9r8Kdt-yN4TLUcO4AJtU9VBK0EO899yCS8kk1UgbEKRaf967CQ.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBeBofOtVDeMrvMwRT6A9PgGAlOIONTt4p8bn5jF_kNE6zy_kj1JrQ5cG7NeaqTTTX6LmJPNTlX4geJCJlcEsI384l2_-BzoJ-gTRti0MIOzxqSIgwsooXL9mXVeI0ZCjUYkdMc78rfaU/s400/ATgAAAAuDW1z0zL4Ib4QdAvR6NsZiTJtzVpyuX_oVkc9J6ZIDo2FI4tlBLAqLpIKNpY8EwOXkooN9r8Kdt-yN4TLUcO4AJtU9VBK0EO899yCS8kk1UgbEKRaf967CQ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336988814573391602" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Tu estais em mim</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Agora e [sempre.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">]</span><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">( à Nádia e Felipe)</span>A cinza das Horashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02844333069336406934noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882935163087751213.post-3296771677278110582009-05-15T15:47:00.000-07:002009-05-15T15:51:52.388-07:00Constante<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPH4imTb94-6DDgNLJTWpISM98aMi-y_UVdsNsewPIVxaeyXny2qTzi7rgXTgmY4MbIlKIHja9VFjIlnzuzCE0CfwypRxKSYgDxcUgDALYpJ9etpnCF_2ET70Pam-MWDxtWIvU9hd7aeM/s1600-h/mcginley_fading_falling_2007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPH4imTb94-6DDgNLJTWpISM98aMi-y_UVdsNsewPIVxaeyXny2qTzi7rgXTgmY4MbIlKIHja9VFjIlnzuzCE0CfwypRxKSYgDxcUgDALYpJ9etpnCF_2ET70Pam-MWDxtWIvU9hd7aeM/s400/mcginley_fading_falling_2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336187010823526386" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">No vácuo de mim eu me despenco</i><span style="color:#c6c6c6;"><br />[itinerário]<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Por caio.<br /></span>A cinza das Horashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02844333069336406934noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882935163087751213.post-40717394118892854952009-04-27T19:37:00.000-07:002010-02-14T08:35:14.198-08:00Nuvens.<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">[I'd pay to visit you on rainy Sundays.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> eu pagaria para te visitar nos domingos chuvosos..</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">]</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"don't leave the light on baby, i'll see you sometime maybe".</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> eu poderia ser o que eu sou e o que eu não sou hoje</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> aqui contigo.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> sem nenhum medo.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> eu poderia falar qualquer coisa.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br />.o que vc queria ser?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br />qualquer coisa que o segundo pedisse..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br />.o que vc quer?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br />.ou é?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">que o momento pedisse...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">mas agora eu quero estar com vc.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> depois, eu não sei..</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"You've got the essence, dear</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">If I could have a second skin</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">I'd probably dress up in you."</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Eu queria que voce tivesse aqui</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">(01:34)a gente tinha tanto para falar.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">se eu tivesse uma segunda pele..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">(01:36)provavelmente estaria vestida em voce.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> .onde vc estava?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">(01:40) na sua cabeça?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">por que você so me deixou aparecer agora?</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">acho que vc sempre esteve.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> eu que sou distraida.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">eu acho que vc é real para mim.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">eu sinto isso agora.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">.e quando vc for</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> tambem irei</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> não faz sentido</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">(01:59)o que não faz sentido...?</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">não. talvez precise terminar aqui.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> não sei o que falar</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">[ I am all the days that you choose to ignore...]</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> talvez não precise falar nada, entende?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> fui tão longe</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">tão longe.......</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> fomos...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">(02:12)tão longe.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">não quero ser apenas uma lembrança boa</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> me encontra</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> em.....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> em?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> nos meus sonhos</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> eu sei que vc vai estar</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> em dias chuvosos...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">mas grave bem.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"e no meio de tanta gente eu encontrei voce, entre tanta gente chata e sem nenhuma graça".</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">eu posso ficar, eu posso ir, eu posso voltar.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> "eu me apaixono por pessoas que me dão o mínimo de atenção".<br /><br /><br />(Para Lorrana.)<br /></span>A cinza das Horashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02844333069336406934noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882935163087751213.post-19730160210234315232009-04-27T17:01:00.000-07:002009-04-27T17:03:04.786-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzK5wBsslx4dJ-iYNwhQ8JcdLQFF4oJVQH-MBnFQkBnJPsP8525BFc7v95R7faamytPhHxl9lixCboHpriect5sBcCTUunfMaY6he5ji7DgaDZVGxemM8mcWsb1jnM7MTOG21WWlixfog/s1600-h/clones.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzK5wBsslx4dJ-iYNwhQ8JcdLQFF4oJVQH-MBnFQkBnJPsP8525BFc7v95R7faamytPhHxl9lixCboHpriect5sBcCTUunfMaY6he5ji7DgaDZVGxemM8mcWsb1jnM7MTOG21WWlixfog/s400/clones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329525819081744418" border="0" /></a><br /> <br /><br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> Somos Instantes.</span>A cinza das Horashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02844333069336406934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882935163087751213.post-90446656242990411822009-04-25T09:17:00.000-07:002009-04-25T09:28:58.355-07:0011:11<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZL5gzr_UrRmuW3bm-nfpF_EYtJsxlpF9rhVxcdhwJEsx4Zx4RPRaRKZDTvKBprdbMKI-q5bbkF0q1oajXG2lT8YYUZQrJQsM4A9De0ODLsBb61_z1vN3Yp1HEwLY5QaY3gh9W5hlc5fg/s1600-h/IMG_6625.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZL5gzr_UrRmuW3bm-nfpF_EYtJsxlpF9rhVxcdhwJEsx4Zx4RPRaRKZDTvKBprdbMKI-q5bbkF0q1oajXG2lT8YYUZQrJQsM4A9De0ODLsBb61_z1vN3Yp1HEwLY5QaY3gh9W5hlc5fg/s400/IMG_6625.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328665530801220098" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">às [vezes] consigo sentir o infinito das nossas pequenas coisas.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">***doses de Wilco (jesus,etc.)</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span>A cinza das Horashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02844333069336406934noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882935163087751213.post-81282249081188801512009-04-25T08:54:00.000-07:002010-02-14T08:32:07.414-08:00...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQAbgH5Hc5pfnBAWxQntgkFfB9EHkF4rAalwLVHfNthwEY7mVxpNk0A4wsFqQyT-ttwPxFv7-0XXZhegO5X1H3Dr5m6U00EGk7mAlF6aeqLWkAov8vFE3ANaG7ETS4_ib7EJhrCdxLEXs/s1600-h/OQAAADx0plT3UB4E6CTgu0Prnm7NFMBNGd5R0H7RvdNpNXv816di_UP5LgjMSHiXtbJpTPSRxRYUKP6ynjUAZrRdlcsAm1T1UCuYMNTvYZ3eGnQv-keqJKJUf2wh.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQAbgH5Hc5pfnBAWxQntgkFfB9EHkF4rAalwLVHfNthwEY7mVxpNk0A4wsFqQyT-ttwPxFv7-0XXZhegO5X1H3Dr5m6U00EGk7mAlF6aeqLWkAov8vFE3ANaG7ETS4_ib7EJhrCdxLEXs/s400/OQAAADx0plT3UB4E6CTgu0Prnm7NFMBNGd5R0H7RvdNpNXv816di_UP5LgjMSHiXtbJpTPSRxRYUKP6ynjUAZrRdlcsAm1T1UCuYMNTvYZ3eGnQv-keqJKJUf2wh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438137601617377426" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">A saudade tem rostos e vozes e cheiros...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br />Me perco em lágrimas,estou no escuro outra vez </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br />e é só tua lembrança que me faz companhia.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br />A Saudade tem gestos e sonhos e cores</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br />segura na minha mão</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br />fica aqui mais um minuto...</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">(P/Renato minha eterna Saudade)</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span>A cinza das Horashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02844333069336406934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882935163087751213.post-19669575854199678072009-04-24T20:39:00.000-07:002009-04-24T20:43:57.458-07:00.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxJHQZH-vuur6O9R0MC2O4sUGcHABMZJa6UM6qZKuBkfl8WaAT_QDLZR-dawUbDLt52kwYwcCGOYiPcELTJS256jjwTjqOs5h7BMSEyw2FNtxQd-XsOeWaCDDw0bqNSOIWQyDk-Y272mw/s1600-h/ATgAAADouzaMkMJfLq3jZMGKT3vvEdAOt7sPCSZx92XcuoBFP6148bQ8Kvzrkmb-gVuyxjHugx3Ls3lZ5_hQjlJud3WlAJtU9VASUz1HsXv0Ue5o7C854Punley7TQ.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxJHQZH-vuur6O9R0MC2O4sUGcHABMZJa6UM6qZKuBkfl8WaAT_QDLZR-dawUbDLt52kwYwcCGOYiPcELTJS256jjwTjqOs5h7BMSEyw2FNtxQd-XsOeWaCDDw0bqNSOIWQyDk-Y272mw/s400/ATgAAADouzaMkMJfLq3jZMGKT3vvEdAOt7sPCSZx92XcuoBFP6148bQ8Kvzrkmb-gVuyxjHugx3Ls3lZ5_hQjlJud3WlAJtU9VASUz1HsXv0Ue5o7C854Punley7TQ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328469476810463970" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Com a alma </span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br />Hoje eu danço....</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />e [Sinto] inesgotavelmente<br /><br /> .<br /></span>A cinza das Horashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02844333069336406934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882935163087751213.post-1101958134287845262009-04-12T11:19:00.000-07:002009-04-12T11:20:48.159-07:0022/03/2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifsJXOU-oW-si_V38QmBZRP0htc7zCQtBY5He9RL_exm4DYzZM3MvVCi1XzMF6n0S_6cSx3HZgWBR60E510YbuNlzq18ISFQBGg04wflbiCSR-JhzwfVdNkQaIXoRcPC1emTefw6tlqbQ/s1600-h/ATgAAAC97UTyxzogZnGkfACT3kIC6iv-gcyR9LmREMeKXXpG5fTj5qTo_tpS7a73tHuNyBBstT-3qjDZNMEXOmNs6DjZAJtU9VAc4zaWbv2MBNsbXmSf7LYG46wBpg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifsJXOU-oW-si_V38QmBZRP0htc7zCQtBY5He9RL_exm4DYzZM3MvVCi1XzMF6n0S_6cSx3HZgWBR60E510YbuNlzq18ISFQBGg04wflbiCSR-JhzwfVdNkQaIXoRcPC1emTefw6tlqbQ/s400/ATgAAAC97UTyxzogZnGkfACT3kIC6iv-gcyR9LmREMeKXXpG5fTj5qTo_tpS7a73tHuNyBBstT-3qjDZNMEXOmNs6DjZAJtU9VAc4zaWbv2MBNsbXmSf7LYG46wBpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323871448441127986" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Acontecemos.</span>A cinza das Horashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02844333069336406934noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882935163087751213.post-92055575458696346802009-04-12T11:11:00.000-07:002009-04-12T11:15:34.013-07:00.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_83gFYqiHRKiFWyhJDigmXrvCcF9AtZlvmvEdYo8r1OdMza7FS0ZRk9DySeaAgPx9FQZ1FPCVWbaDsPPEd931c7Fe6q62BcwTOWIppLcCXooe3rFOYK9eDF_uz3-f2Kx-9L6tQDm945U/s1600-h/ATgAAAAoXIJrTG0G4BemsOetJiBL2njerNMbQ3yxOLNgwROu4q1zLzyvlC73JsYCPiCrrMJ3LETSA4vm5l-EwKBhA8HJAJtU9VDKksYIDj7sgdqipvQ66_FYbFa2OA.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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font-weight: bold;">Este é um, para os dias bons</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">And i have it all here</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br />In red blue green</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br />In red blue green</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">.</span>A cinza das Horashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02844333069336406934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882935163087751213.post-58771533708453440842009-04-11T15:34:00.000-07:002009-04-11T15:56:37.548-07:00Inverno.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ78FE_e7FdEoaDS4iYS8xJlNIhzD2bfenF8h8J-9CNakrRUL9td0B3nMM-eQzjUuOzd9_oJQL7b1AYJTnyoI7Ffmv1lZEBRueNSfYqcLj3ezP8fJpWAI1hXQ1uAPXUmqi4EM54-sVGu0/s1600-h/1431006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ78FE_e7FdEoaDS4iYS8xJlNIhzD2bfenF8h8J-9CNakrRUL9td0B3nMM-eQzjUuOzd9_oJQL7b1AYJTnyoI7Ffmv1lZEBRueNSfYqcLj3ezP8fJpWAI1hXQ1uAPXUmqi4EM54-sVGu0/s400/1431006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323568520701162482" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Enloquecendo calmamente no submerso. E tudo acontece e apodrece silenciosamente,permanecendo intacto todos os erros, os medos,o velho amor de sempre.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">10/04/08</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">* * *</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Dentro de mim sempre chove.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">03/04/08</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">(silêncio)</span>A cinza das Horashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02844333069336406934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882935163087751213.post-76750132765534895632009-04-11T15:13:00.000-07:002010-02-14T08:21:06.589-08:00...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipc9hoCwE3q_pwG2azh1AQH0Y1Zx8YE0bjCpQonW5mBR_tvGB_Yrlg8AwLwI63jsFj-V5oyL3pfmod2djA8PNHcaRBjqbev3rujlU4-n8V9fHF_WFvo3_OW7qefzBH8zSDSdlCDgD4s4k/s1600-h/2781515260_f12ec3e799.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipc9hoCwE3q_pwG2azh1AQH0Y1Zx8YE0bjCpQonW5mBR_tvGB_Yrlg8AwLwI63jsFj-V5oyL3pfmod2djA8PNHcaRBjqbev3rujlU4-n8V9fHF_WFvo3_OW7qefzBH8zSDSdlCDgD4s4k/s400/2781515260_f12ec3e799.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323568976971282882" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">O mundo dorme enquanto sonhamos acordados.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">05/08/08</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">as pequenas coisas me fascina</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">m</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">o detalhe me fascina</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">os minimos possiveis.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">17/07/08</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">**********************</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Calmamente desabando.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">01/07</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">***</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"...e você me fez lembrar de como era o conto de fadas</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">o conta de fadas era ter alguém pra sempre</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">pq cada pessoa possui seus lindos e específicos detalhes</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">aquelas coisinhas pequenas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">que só quem ama de verdade consegue notar, sabe?..."</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">(por Mari)</span>A cinza das Horashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02844333069336406934noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882935163087751213.post-91955020086492071922009-04-11T14:52:00.001-07:002010-02-14T08:22:31.491-08:00.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6NYC06ZJyId-PoCkDKnLNZFMwNgyyiz2EaRoQDGam-I3EKO0iGwStFhsZjU-WxWw5j9cdVFfiarpt7AayczKmGbQXRdog4inKFlP-jy8X8FRkt2WEdr1Zw6aQnRun-X_VyjhghUQE2YA/s1600-h/CP0993_hellmeister_felipe_400.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6NYC06ZJyId-PoCkDKnLNZFMwNgyyiz2EaRoQDGam-I3EKO0iGwStFhsZjU-WxWw5j9cdVFfiarpt7AayczKmGbQXRdog4inKFlP-jy8X8FRkt2WEdr1Zw6aQnRun-X_VyjhghUQE2YA/s400/CP0993_hellmeister_felipe_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323569521588952690" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">[Meu dias:um ponto final]</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">(16/10/2008)</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">**************************************</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">[...] </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">seja real</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">sinta</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">sentir é a maior realidade.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">( por Leno)</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span>A cinza das Horashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02844333069336406934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882935163087751213.post-34070904319933672692009-04-11T14:34:00.000-07:002010-02-14T08:17:44.185-08:00....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFjLa-TkQEOIjBV-80RVzeYsiGVJ8Xu_AkKgx4x4SSR5egjAIBCWczjupx_Ha-lA2phG8g7rHE4iSU1oOKstjh7lUVzU_5soXsb69yHqj7jimSAnKHaB4Ofnb8JP8HhoKgPljsz0WKxZQ/s1600-h/Imagem+043.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 123px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFjLa-TkQEOIjBV-80RVzeYsiGVJ8Xu_AkKgx4x4SSR5egjAIBCWczjupx_Ha-lA2phG8g7rHE4iSU1oOKstjh7lUVzU_5soXsb69yHqj7jimSAnKHaB4Ofnb8JP8HhoKgPljsz0WKxZQ/s400/Imagem+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323569886080786386" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">For a minute there, I lost myself!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Esse excesso de realidade desgata.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">o sono incontrolavel<br />o cansaço extremo dos meus sentidos.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Eu terei um dia,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Um dia na vida.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">(21/01/2009)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">**** </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Permaneço como um nervo solto no mundo...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">nunca me senti tão estranha.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">(12/11/2008)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">************************************</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Lúcida.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Tenho parado para observar as pessoas,da mesma forma que observo me anulo...vou entrando em cada corpo...vou sendo me tendo cada um...viro nada...viro pó...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Eu não me tenho.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">(27/10/2008 ) </span> <br /></span>A cinza das Horashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02844333069336406934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882935163087751213.post-32778486233846521112009-04-11T14:02:00.000-07:002009-04-11T15:54:03.259-07:00[Clímax ]<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSm0WWY_G62-SjWFkUzQ0IfRndLIw60ZnD6Rjo0Ya651X-yrlI-0wrLDmgiAL5aZRJ7a0jv04a9hoWMJv7_oVR520VHZhTwhby8Sz8WUlV0HQvXVICx8dyC_ONzCf3vPI4ZlO6Z-EtydE/s1600-h/ATgAAADg_yQ9y8XKSJtVLgwzxP9NRhnzRDI8Toj6YZvKLjWsGYDMwbNdEVLB2aH1OvWZaAWvq7s4tCuQEVYE5gCZZYn6AJtU9VAVzIt9eQyFQiC5hmL8vv7K7wcRKQ.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSm0WWY_G62-SjWFkUzQ0IfRndLIw60ZnD6Rjo0Ya651X-yrlI-0wrLDmgiAL5aZRJ7a0jv04a9hoWMJv7_oVR520VHZhTwhby8Sz8WUlV0HQvXVICx8dyC_ONzCf3vPI4ZlO6Z-EtydE/s400/ATgAAADg_yQ9y8XKSJtVLgwzxP9NRhnzRDI8Toj6YZvKLjWsGYDMwbNdEVLB2aH1OvWZaAWvq7s4tCuQEVYE5gCZZYn6AJtU9VAVzIt9eQyFQiC5hmL8vv7K7wcRKQ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323570793404625266" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Sing us a song, a song to keep us warm</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">(22/03/2009)</span>A cinza das Horashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02844333069336406934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882935163087751213.post-35901027907740751712009-02-23T16:51:00.000-08:002010-02-14T08:15:20.692-08:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >É a vida, querida</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >vida querida</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >queria vida vivida</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >viver a vida, querida</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >queria esquecer a vida</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >aquela vida esquecida</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >esqueci que tenho vida</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >ávida e querida</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >vida não vivida</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >é querida, é a vida...<br /><br /><br />Por Nádia.<br /></span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2