tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286894362011-04-21T12:35:59.562-07:00Wasserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712581533042715918noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28689436.post-1152815673531839772006-07-13T11:21:00.000-07:002006-07-13T11:34:33.553-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3043/1600/CORACAO%20na%20praia.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3043/320/CORACAO%20na%20praia.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Saudades! Sim... e poquê?...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Se o nosso sonho foi tao alto e forte</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Que bem pensara vê-lo até a morte</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Deslumbra-me de luz o coracao!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Esquecer! Para quê?... Ah! Como é bom!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Que tudo isso, Amor, nos nao importe.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Se ele deixou beleza que conforta</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Deve-nos ser sagrado como pao!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Quantas vezes, Amor,já me lembrei,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Para mais doidamente me lembrar,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Mais doidamente me lembrar de ti!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">E quem derá que fosse sempre assim!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Quanto menos quisesse recordar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Mais a saudade andasse presa para te trazer até mim!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">De Jorge de Eixo</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28689436-115281567353183977?l=quero-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wasserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712581533042715918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28689436.post-1150139557735293462006-06-12T12:03:00.000-07:002006-06-12T12:12:37.753-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3043/1600/Lisboanoite1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3043/320/Lisboanoite1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;">Que ilumina,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#660000;">Fascina.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#660000;">Que canta,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#660000;">Encanta.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#660000;">Lua de amores e dores</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#660000;">Amores distantes, cortantes. Amor de menina, de bicho tao louco.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#660000;">Que dor!</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#660000;">Que sufoco!</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#660000;">Amor de crianca cheia de esperanca, que me faz sonhar.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#660000;">Lua tao bela,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#660000;">Fera,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#660000;">Megera.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#660000;">Nao perdoa o marujo que longe de tudo se poe a chorar.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#660000;">És ninfa selvagem,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#660000;">Miragem,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#660000;">Medo,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#660000;">És apenas segredo.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#660000;">Espelho para quem nao sabe amar.</span></em></strong><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28689436-115013955773529346?l=quero-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wasserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712581533042715918noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28689436.post-1149702008218131462006-06-07T10:30:00.000-07:002006-06-07T10:40:08.230-07:00<div align="center"><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></em><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3043/1600/eu%20tentar%20apanhar%20sol.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3043/320/eu%20tentar%20apanhar%20sol.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;">Quantos bracos já</span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"> te abracaram</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">sem te quererem abandonar?</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Quantos, quantos, imagino,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">apesar de nao querer pensar...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Quantos lábios já te beijaram,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">proclamando querer te amar?</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Quantos, quantos, imagino,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">apesar de nao querer pensar...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Faz de tua vida um segredo,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">e de meu amor por ti sofrer,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Deixa que eu sempre imagine,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">apesar de nao querer saber.</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28689436-114970200821813146?l=quero-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wasserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712581533042715918noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28689436.post-1149623002747592972006-06-06T12:38:00.000-07:002006-06-06T12:43:22.766-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3043/1600/lagrimas.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3043/320/lagrimas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"><strong><em>Lagos de lágrimas frias</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#333399;">que me gelam o coracao</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#333399;">que brotam na minha alma</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#333399;">e dancam na palma da mao.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#333399;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#333399;">Lágrimas de amargura,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#333399;">lágrimas de dor</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#333399;">lágrimas de tristeza pura,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#333399;">que bailam com ardor.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#333399;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#333399;">Lágrimas que dancam, redopeiam</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#333399;">e caiem...de repente,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#333399;">assim,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#333399;">como gente.</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28689436-114962300274759297?l=quero-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wasserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712581533042715918noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28689436.post-1149419426800140142006-06-04T03:39:00.000-07:002006-06-04T04:10:27.286-07:00<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></em></strong><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3043/1600/dentro%20de%20mim.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3043/320/dentro%20de%20mim.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">Dizem por aí</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">Aos quatro ventos</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">E em alto e bom som</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">Que o amor esta escrito</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">No destino de cada um;</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">Que é inconfundivel,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">Se enxerga e lê de longe,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">E que ninguém morrerá</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">Sem amar e ser amado,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">Simultaneamente, é claro;</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">Pelo menos uma vez na vida...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">Diante dos factos,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">Pergunto-me entao:</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">Seria eu uma " analfa-cega cosmica "</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">Ou condenada à " eterna provacao "???</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28689436-114941942680014014?l=quero-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wasserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712581533042715918noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28689436.post-1149110538852217702006-05-31T13:03:00.000-07:002006-05-31T14:22:18.916-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3043/1600/amar_moca1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3043/320/amar_moca1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;">Ama-me segundo teu desejo displicente</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">E vive esta tua jura convincente</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Mediante os teus actos que irao falar</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Ama-me após tuas desventuras pois sei que tu sofres</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Pois sei que as vezes ao sentir nao dormes</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Mas entende que a vida é amar</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Ama-me, entroniza-me além do que sente</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Ama-me como em fanatismo, ontem, hoje, sempre</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Ama-me ao pernoitar em devaneios ainda que nao me aches</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Nesta instiga que nao acessa, nesta volúpia que nao presta</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Na solidao do que se oculta, ama-me como se nao me escutes</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Ama-me na ausência...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">No choro que nao se vê, na lagrima que nao se chora</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Ama-me, enclausura-me no teu amor.</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28689436-114911053885221770?l=quero-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wasserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712581533042715918noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28689436.post-1149019409314902282006-05-30T12:50:00.000-07:002006-05-30T13:03:29.323-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3043/1600/rosa_Rimosa_05_09_p.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3043/320/rosa_Rimosa_05_09_p.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;">Dentro de Mim</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Moram dois seres</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Que se completam e se equilibram</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Duas popularidades, duas almas...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Dentro de Mim </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Vivem duas criaturas</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Diferentes como a noite e o dia</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Cada qual poderosa a sua maneira</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Cada qual lutando com suas armas...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Dentro de Mim</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Em algum lugar</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Uma guerra é travada a cada dia</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">A cada hora, uma sobressai a outra</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">E quem sai ganhando sou Eu...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Nao sao nem boas nem más</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Essas duas partes...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Sao um resumo do Universo e da forca Criadora</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Sou eu mesma me revelando...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Uma tem garra de uma Leoa,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">A outra a delicadeza de um cristal</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Ambas existem em Mim,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Mas somente agora as duas realmente convivem!!</span></em></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28689436-114901940931490228?l=quero-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wasserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712581533042715918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28689436.post-1148928520878495082006-05-29T11:38:00.000-07:002006-05-29T11:48:40.890-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3043/1600/coqueros.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3043/320/coqueros.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;">Amanhece...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Este cheiro da terra orvalhada</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">de folhas molhadas, se espalha pelo ar</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Invade a minha alma,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">me alisa os sentidos</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Agucando os meus desejos,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">que vibram, clamam</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Ah... este cheiro suave, que embala os momentos</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">acaricia a alma, renova e nos dá alento</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Faz bater mais forte, o coracao no peito</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Faz sonhar com o amor em caricias no leito</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Ah...este cheiro gostoso, que a brisa traz faceira...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Que embriaga e seduz, nos transforma inteira</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">delicada flagrância sensacao envolvente</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Que suavisa enternece a gente...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Ah... este aroma enlouquece...que mexe e remexe</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">com os nossos sentidos.</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28689436-114892852087849508?l=quero-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wasserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712581533042715918noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28689436.post-1148729847510603242006-05-27T04:26:00.000-07:002006-05-27T04:37:27.516-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3043/1600/DSCF0056.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3043/320/DSCF0056.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Caminho nestas praias entre a areia e a espuma.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">A maré alta apagará as marcas dos meus pés e o vento dissipará</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">a espuma, mas o mar e a praia permanecerao.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Para sempre.</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28689436-114872984751060324?l=quero-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wasserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712581533042715918noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28689436.post-1148662704365386072006-05-26T09:44:00.000-07:002006-05-26T09:58:24.376-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3043/1600/DSC01102.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3043/320/DSC01102.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">É tao bom sonhar...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">E acordar no mundo,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Dos sonhos reais e ver...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Que este sonho ainda,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">É mais belo e feliz...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Quando tudo é belo</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">E todos somos felizes!</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Cantando e dancando...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Melodias sem fim,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Até nao podermos mais</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"> Parar um segundo e...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Depois continuar </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">E tudo isto no fundo</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Nao passa sim do sonho irreal</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Que se vive no interior</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">De cada ser perfeito.</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28689436-114866270436538607?l=quero-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wasserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712581533042715918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28689436.post-1148555077575081012006-05-25T03:52:00.000-07:002006-05-25T04:04:37.586-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3043/1600/natureza-ge.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3043/320/natureza-ge.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Longe do teu olhar</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Que brilham no escuro,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Na noite estrelada...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Penso em ti e lá,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">No fundo bate...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Uma tristeza e...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Sem me aperceber...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Choro sem querer,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">E lembro dos momentos...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Lindos e maravilhosos</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Que um dia passei...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Aqui junto a ti!</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">E nestas lembrancas...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Vejo que se nao</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Fosse amor, nem</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Amizade existia</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Na relacao que perdura</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Durante o tempo que...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Nos encontramos....</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Separados mas unidos!</span></em></strong><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28689436-114855507757508101?l=quero-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wasserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712581533042715918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28689436.post-1148553794699521062006-05-25T03:29:00.000-07:002006-05-25T03:43:14.710-07:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3043/1600/dozenrosen.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/3043/320/dozenrosen.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">Quando alcancares o coracao da vida, encontrarás a beleza em todas as coisas, até mesmo nos olhos que estao cegos para a beleza.</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28689436-114855379469952106?l=quero-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wasserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712581533042715918noreply@blogger.com1