tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20705396852044986342024-03-13T09:02:44.862-07:00Balaio de BorboletrasAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14770592718851326976noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070539685204498634.post-81662115914334279862010-05-28T12:50:00.000-07:002010-05-28T12:50:21.151-07:00Plenitude<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AszG3CK3Xrs/TAAebRyD9EI/AAAAAAAAEUg/Mp7G1ndTraA/s1600/z9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AszG3CK3Xrs/TAAebRyD9EI/AAAAAAAAEUg/Mp7G1ndTraA/s320/z9.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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<strong><span style="color: black;">Abro as portas</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">serena</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">esquecida no silêncio</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">suspiro</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">as lágrimas correm</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">saio</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">vejo raios de esperança</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">bonança</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">novas trilhas</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">renovo-me</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">plena de mim.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: black;">[Regina Fernandes]</span></strong>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14770592718851326976noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070539685204498634.post-33801140165704881552010-04-25T13:35:00.000-07:002010-04-25T13:35:01.640-07:00Sentir<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AszG3CK3Xrs/S9SnSYsQFfI/AAAAAAAAESU/eoGsG9k_UnE/s1600/ba%C3%BA.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AszG3CK3Xrs/S9SnSYsQFfI/AAAAAAAAESU/eoGsG9k_UnE/s320/ba%C3%BA.bmp" tt="true" /></a></div><br />
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<strong><span style="color: black;">Sentia- me livre... louca</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">alma liberta</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">sensações, intensidade</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">viagem ofegante</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">trêmula, ferida</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">sentia-me louca... livre</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">humana, sensata</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">desrazão, agonia</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">sentia-me presa... solta</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">caindo no vazio</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">consciente, sofrida</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">sentia-me solta... presa</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">sem ter para onde ir</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">sem ter como voltar...</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: black;">[Regina Fernandes]</span></strong>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14770592718851326976noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070539685204498634.post-9537454396929777572010-04-02T10:06:00.000-07:002010-04-02T10:06:59.192-07:00Vontade<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AszG3CK3Xrs/S7YjpS1twfI/AAAAAAAAEP4/F8v9MPKtOzU/s1600/mulher+e+flor.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AszG3CK3Xrs/S7YjpS1twfI/AAAAAAAAEP4/F8v9MPKtOzU/s320/mulher+e+flor.bmp" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">Vontade estranha</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">sem razão, nem direção</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">sensação que surge</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">descompasso, imaginação</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">movimento que invade o peito</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">que se expressa nos sonhos</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">sem nome, nem forma, nem cor</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">somente consome...</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">Vontade de amor.</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">[Regina Fernandes]</span></strong></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14770592718851326976noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070539685204498634.post-40389694625758208852010-03-12T16:01:00.000-08:002010-03-12T16:03:45.941-08:00ReFazendo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<strong><span style="color: black;">Estou cuidando de mim</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">revendo caminhos</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">refazendo escolhas.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">Estou cuidando de mim</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">acalmando a alma</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">esquecendo amores.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">Estou cuidando de mim</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">refazendo meu jardim</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">inventando um mundo novo</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">onde sobrem muitas flores</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">muitos sonhos</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">muitas cores.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: black;">[Regina Fernandes]</span></strong>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14770592718851326976noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070539685204498634.post-38423518679963370872010-02-27T18:38:00.000-08:002010-02-27T18:40:27.859-08:00Os dias<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AszG3CK3Xrs/S4nXGDdoLVI/AAAAAAAAEMY/X6NmWUejQ_o/s1600-h/ocalilas.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AszG3CK3Xrs/S4nXGDdoLVI/AAAAAAAAEMY/X6NmWUejQ_o/s320/ocalilas.JPG" /></a></div><br />
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<strong><span style="color: black;">Um dia eu digo bom dia</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">no outro eu esqueço de dar</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">um dia eu digo a verdade</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">no outro eu vou te enganar</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">um dia eu lembro de tudo</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">no outro não vou me lembrar</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">um dia eu acordo tarde</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">no outro eu vou madrugar</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">um dia eu sei a saída</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">no outro eu vou me perder</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">um dia eu amo você</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">no outro eu amo também.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: black;">[Regina Fernandes]</span></strong>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14770592718851326976noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070539685204498634.post-10586428015554642532010-02-18T06:18:00.000-08:002010-02-18T06:19:08.499-08:00Se me queres<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AszG3CK3Xrs/S31L6OBloVI/AAAAAAAAELo/VgRvfZvhg3Y/s1600-h/streap.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AszG3CK3Xrs/S31L6OBloVI/AAAAAAAAELo/VgRvfZvhg3Y/s320/streap.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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<strong><span style="color: black;">Se me queres</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">decifra-me</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">tira-me os véus</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">rompe o casulo</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">onde vivo em solidão</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">abra as portas da paixão</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">liberta os mistérios</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">sem perder o encanto</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">com esse jeito manso </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">que é só seu.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: black;">[Regina Fernandes]</span></strong>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14770592718851326976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070539685204498634.post-17482496692765562702010-02-05T08:55:00.000-08:002010-02-05T08:57:15.339-08:00Sou<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AszG3CK3Xrs/S2xNWYaxN9I/AAAAAAAAEKA/DPNXkgvBa7o/s1600-h/ae%2Bpaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AszG3CK3Xrs/S2xNWYaxN9I/AAAAAAAAEKA/DPNXkgvBa7o/s320/ae%2Bpaz.jpg" width="277" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">Sou menina dos ventos</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">que anda descalça na areia </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">e olhos açucarados no mar.</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">Tenho o corpo das madrugadas</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">sorriso com cheiro </span></strong><strong><span style="color: black;">de doce de leite</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">coração ambicioso </span></strong><strong><span style="color: black;">de uma só flor</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">amor-perfeito.</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>[</strong><strong><span style="color: black;">Regina Fernandes]</span></strong></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14770592718851326976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070539685204498634.post-80370446546738794712010-01-27T11:17:00.000-08:002010-01-27T11:17:36.952-08:00Sensação<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AszG3CK3Xrs/S2CRIHu1raI/AAAAAAAAEJY/Y9BhXXHMIrE/s1600-h/passione.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AszG3CK3Xrs/S2CRIHu1raI/AAAAAAAAEJY/Y9BhXXHMIrE/s320/passione.jpg" width="320" /></a><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">Não quero dizer o meu nome</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">sou água quando escorro de mim</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">sou terra quando escondo de mim</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">sou mar quando escapo de mim</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">acho a solidão muito bela</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">e não me assusto com ela.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: black;">Inventei um amor</span></strong><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: black;">sem lamentos, nem temores</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: black;">simplesmente acreditei</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: black;">imaginei</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: black;">fingia que existia</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: black;">uma canção para encantar</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: black;">uma cabana aos pés do mar</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: black;">segredos a compartilhar</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: black;">nada além de teus olhos</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: black;">teu sorriso</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: black;">nada além de você</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: black;">Só inventei...</span></strong><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: black;">[Regina Fernandes]</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: black;">Ando com os olhos fechados</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">numa brincadeira cega</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">como nos tempos de criança.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">Ando sem tempo previsto</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">escolhendo os caminhos onde piso</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">esquecendo os mapas, os avisos</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">evitando lugares conhecidos.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">Ando como se fosse a primeira jornada</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">meus pés sobre a estrada</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">procurando trilhas</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">para ver campos e rios</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">sem esperar a chegada</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">reinventando minha sina.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: black;">Livre corre minha alma</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: black;">como um cavalo selvagem</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: black;">na relva verde do campo.</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: black;">Sozinha</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: black;">Sentindo a chuva e o vento</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: black;">no peito encontro a calma</span></strong><br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14770592718851326976noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070539685204498634.post-74096294965355776372009-12-10T14:02:00.000-08:002009-12-10T14:02:57.451-08:00Madrugadas<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: black;">Vivo na madrugada</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">todas as insônias</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">onde me refaço</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">me abrando</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">olhando os astros</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">namorando estrelas</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">inventando sonatas </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">de amor e beijos</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">esperando o amanhecer</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">de dias ensolarados</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">coloridos de paixão</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: black;">[Regina Fernandes]</span></strong>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14770592718851326976noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070539685204498634.post-36862882619111159222009-12-08T17:28:00.000-08:002009-12-08T17:28:52.754-08:00Coração<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AszG3CK3Xrs/Sx79E81zcuI/AAAAAAAAEBQ/76vDPyI0jSQ/s1600-h/_Princess_of_Shadows.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AszG3CK3Xrs/Sx79E81zcuI/AAAAAAAAEBQ/76vDPyI0jSQ/s320/_Princess_of_Shadows.jpg" /></a><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">Coração de artista</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">malabarista da vida</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">palhaço do amor</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">equilibrando na sorte</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">na mágica do tempo</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">me desnudo por inteiro</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">sem segredos, sem medo</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">da solidão ou da dor.</span></strong><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">Quero que você seja</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">um amor verdadeiro</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">constante e infinito</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">meu perfume preferido</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">que nada me tire a certeza</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">de ser você meu outro lado</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">mais perfeito</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">sem defeito</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">meu chão</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">meu infinito</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">o sorriso mais bonito</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">que alguém já deu para mim. </span></strong><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">Desejo o sereno da noite</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">o sol do meio dia</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">terra molhada</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">o perfume da alfazema</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">nossas mãos entrelaçadas</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">sua presença</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">e nada mais.</span></strong><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">Quando ouço meu coração</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">enxergo com os olhos da alma</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">vejo a vida com magia</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">tudo encanta meu dia.</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">A noite tem mais estrelas</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">o mar tem menos segredos.</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">Quando ouço meu coração</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">Te vejo com olhos de algodão.</span></strong><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><strong>Vida partida</strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><strong>encontro-me perdida.</strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><strong>Vento demais é furacão</strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><strong>chuva demais alaga o chão</strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><strong>ciúme demais sufoca a paixão</strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><strong>amar demais machuca o coração...</strong></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">Sinto cheiro de mar</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">sinto cheiro de brisa </span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">sinto cheiro de rosas</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">sinto cheiro de amor</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">sinto a noite cair</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">sinto o dia amanhcer</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">sinto saudades de você...</span></strong><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><strong>Eu quero o amigo certo</strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><strong>do abraço apertado</strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><strong>que fique a meu lado</strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><strong>a meu ouvir paciente</strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><strong>sem nada dizer.</strong></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><strong>Eu quero o amigo certo</strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><strong>que nas horas aflitas </strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><strong>quando quero chorar</strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><strong>não me mande calar.</strong></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><strong>Eu quero o amigo certo</strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><strong>que seja sincero </strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><strong>que brinque comigo</strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><strong>me conte piadas</strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><strong>me faça sorrir.</strong></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><strong>Eu quero o amigo certo</strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><strong>que me de esperanças</strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><strong>e me faça crescer.</strong></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">Não quero saber de memórias</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">saudades ou fantasias</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">dores ou alegrias.</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">Só quero saber agora </span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">o que sinto e o que traço</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">o que pareço e o que disfarço.</span></strong><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">[Regina Fernandes]</span></strong><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">sem data e sem destino </span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">para matar saudades</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">rever recantos </span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">não tenho hora para ir</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">nem para voltar</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">preparei minha bagagem</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">não sei os lugares que passo</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">nem aqueles que fico</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">sem paradas obrigatórias</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">com calma, com a alma</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">vou procurar encantos...</span></strong><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">[Regina Fernandes]</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: black;">Memórias de um tempo perdido</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">tempo partido, partilhado</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">tempo passado.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">Memórias em preto e branco,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">lembranças, miragens</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">que vão rasgando o mar e o vento.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">Tempo que parte e se reparte</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">no coração, no pensamento...</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: black;">[Regina Fernandes]</span></strong>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14770592718851326976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070539685204498634.post-60379230505288820222009-10-27T05:13:00.000-07:002009-10-27T05:14:29.223-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AszG3CK3Xrs/SubjlmSMm1I/AAAAAAAADx4/fh3OAUeVGV8/s1600-h/2315546.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AszG3CK3Xrs/SubjlmSMm1I/AAAAAAAADx4/fh3OAUeVGV8/s320/2315546.jpg" vr="true" /></a><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>Quero entrar no seu mundo</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><strong>espalhar nos seus minutos</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><strong>as minhas incertezas</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><strong>invadir seus pensamentos</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><strong>e ouvir conversas de mim</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><strong>passear descalça nos seus sonhos</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><strong>discreta, misteriosa</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><strong>e fechar as portas</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><strong>e me trancar</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><strong>para sempre</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><strong>na sua vida inteira.</strong></span><span style="color: black;"><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><strong>[Regina Fernandes]</strong></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14770592718851326976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070539685204498634.post-65475300303411944512009-10-24T14:26:00.000-07:002009-11-22T08:40:45.849-08:00Gosto<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AszG3CK3Xrs/SuNwtieEIoI/AAAAAAAADwI/HrBRe1f2CZk/s1600-h/055_paintings_Otar_Megrelidze.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AszG3CK3Xrs/SuNwtieEIoI/AAAAAAAADwI/HrBRe1f2CZk/s320/055_paintings_Otar_Megrelidze.jpg" vr="true" /></a><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">Gosto da vida que levo</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">e do jeito que a vida me leva</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">das muitas vidas </span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">que fazem parte da minha.</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">Gosto do sonho, da poesia</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">do amor, da fantasia</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">e da desrazão....</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">Por que não? </span></strong><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">[Regina Fernandes]</span></strong><br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14770592718851326976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070539685204498634.post-55216330629051931912009-10-23T07:10:00.000-07:002009-11-22T08:41:36.699-08:00Espinhos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AszG3CK3Xrs/SuG34m_zjpI/AAAAAAAADv4/8nNpaL7sdxE/s1600-h/flor+e+arame.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AszG3CK3Xrs/SuG34m_zjpI/AAAAAAAADv4/8nNpaL7sdxE/s320/flor+e+arame.jpg" vr="true" /></a><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><strong>Esses espinhos quem me deu</strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><strong>esses versos quem escreveu... </strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><strong>as rosas trouxeram os espinhos</strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><strong>junto com trovas de paixão.</strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><strong>espinhos</strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><strong>palavras em vão</strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><strong>desamor, aflição...</strong></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><strong>[Regina Fernandes]</strong></span><br />
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