tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54704093370726538082024-03-13T08:47:13.561-07:00Encontro quase PerfeitoFotografia & Poesia na medida certaLia Noronha &Silvio Spersivohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17557250228525214694noreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5470409337072653808.post-45692226460383238932013-01-16T13:57:00.001-08:002013-01-16T13:57:19.491-08:00o dom de pintar<br />
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Bem que quis entender, a gravura,</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> ò criatura de Deus,</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Mas, devo dizer, que se um moinho</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">aos olhos me parece,</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">antes de ser Dom Quixote</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">faço uma prece,</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">a quem sabe tão bem pintar</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">que os olhos chega a enganar</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">e, com duas ou três pinceladas,</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">cria um mundo do nada</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">e nos faz ter a ilusão</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">de que as coisas não são</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">como são.</span><br />
Lia Noronha &Silvio Spersivohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17557250228525214694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5470409337072653808.post-73732376449749850332013-01-16T13:54:00.000-08:002013-01-16T13:54:26.978-08:00o destino dos peixes e peixinhos<br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Nem todos os peixinhos são iguais</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">pensava um japonês lá em Xangai-</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">sonhando em pescar no Havaí. </span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Nem de peixe me ocupava por aqui</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">e meu sonho de consumo é ir pra Grécia</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">quebrar pratos e dançar ao anoitecer.</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Mas, ao receber um peixinho de você,</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">tão fofinho de xadrez vermelho,</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">me convenci de que a vida é um espelho</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">que se compraz em nos desentender.</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Nós somos os peixinhos</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">mais unidos que há,</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">que insistimos em nos desencontrar,</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">no mesmo aquário</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">sem nos perceber.</span><br />
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Lia Noronha &Silvio Spersivohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17557250228525214694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5470409337072653808.post-63069882644963948552012-01-06T04:11:00.000-08:002012-01-06T04:15:16.170-08:00O sonho é a vida<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMtZMI0bs_YbrlErJYiT-nvv6u2jv7HKi157S29NzMffeozdSyvx4P7m8yuz0ZD7Zoy6qKYoiMvwb4sV3DZltDqzk_-BMB-Ccbs9OhufGUa6IVlcB8z8uClqwM9KDN9-jYIchxhrvzA_gS/s1600/IMG1128A.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMtZMI0bs_YbrlErJYiT-nvv6u2jv7HKi157S29NzMffeozdSyvx4P7m8yuz0ZD7Zoy6qKYoiMvwb4sV3DZltDqzk_-BMB-Ccbs9OhufGUa6IVlcB8z8uClqwM9KDN9-jYIchxhrvzA_gS/s320/IMG1128A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694491271336782626" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> <span >O silêncio me invade</span></div><div><span > quando de ti me afasto</span></div><div><span > e o mundo fica tênue, mal acabado, incerto.</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span > Tu, ausente; eu, desamparado, só,</span></div><div><span > como uma criança que perdeu o brinquedo</span></div><div><span > como uma flor, perdida em meio à lama.</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span > Se muitas horas passam, o tempo desliza</span></div><div><span > como se o passar não tivesse outra função</span></div><div><span > que arrumar uma forma de te trazer de volta.</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span > E, depois de mais um dia que sem ti passei,</span></div><div><span > na madrugada, antes de me invadir o sono,</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span > Me pego assim fazendo versos</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span > Na tentativa de no sonho te ver.</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span > E só quando contigo sonho</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span > consigo sentir o gosto de viver.</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><br /></div>Lia Noronha &Silvio Spersivohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17557250228525214694noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5470409337072653808.post-68571197549638084492011-09-25T15:25:00.000-07:002011-09-25T15:33:36.770-07:00Formas de ver<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NtjgWv-y6gk/Tn-rSj0FqzI/AAAAAAAABwU/c9bEgnsAcWQ/s1600/IMG0967A.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NtjgWv-y6gk/Tn-rSj0FqzI/AAAAAAAABwU/c9bEgnsAcWQ/s200/IMG0967A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656427992340343602" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><p><span>As formas de fauna e flora</span></p><p><span>Que a parede decora</span></p><p><span>São baleias ou vasos,</span></p><p><span>peixes ou plantas?</span></p><p><span>São o que a vista vê,</span></p><p><span>o que o artista sente,</span></p><p><span>ou o que a visão alcança,</span></p><p><span>a imaginação ou o coração. </span><br /></p><p><span>As coisas jamais são o que são-</span></p><p><span>sinto de uma forma solar-</span></p><p><span>que o que é verdadeiro</span></p><p><span>Está muito além do olhar.</span></p></span></span>Lia Noronha &Silvio Spersivohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17557250228525214694noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5470409337072653808.post-49258939196072735082011-06-05T07:51:00.000-07:002011-06-05T07:52:42.150-07:00desautoria<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9IQztnYBO5r3AZhkdnowRK210cxk71EswRZu1QRVT5urobV_WV2659uB9-FYm-TSmvxd9FREUvbdTXCpsQ0YAuBrr6IvFRosmrp9NlnaEzIBXCJ8-YL_He_b-VC5-RmbsIQO8-07ZclSG/s1600/IMG0109A.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9IQztnYBO5r3AZhkdnowRK210cxk71EswRZu1QRVT5urobV_WV2659uB9-FYm-TSmvxd9FREUvbdTXCpsQ0YAuBrr6IvFRosmrp9NlnaEzIBXCJ8-YL_He_b-VC5-RmbsIQO8-07ZclSG/s320/IMG0109A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614748717741470258" /></a><br /><p style="font-size: medium; "><span ><br /></span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span ><br /></span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span ><br /></span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >Muitas vezes penso</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >Que é na fotografia</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >É que esta a poesia</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span >E me pergunto se não é minha. </span><br /></span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >Porém, alguém vem e diz</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >Que a poesia faz sentido</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >Por ser tão plenamente tua</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span >E, se é minha, duvido. </span><br /></span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >E assim, muitas vezes,</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >Só sei que a poesia</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >Que colocas nas palavras</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span >Vira fotos e as fotos, poesia. </span><br /></span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >E me choco</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >Ao constatar que tudo é nosso,</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >Mas, não nos pertence,</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >Só os outros</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >É que podem dizer,</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >Na medida certa,</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >O que é de mim ou de você. </span></p>Lia Noronha &Silvio Spersivohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17557250228525214694noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5470409337072653808.post-75339774612453309452011-04-10T08:37:00.000-07:002011-04-10T08:39:22.374-07:00Canção do pequeno detalhe<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-da6TFwX40FV3pzRZeajjD6baEix02ZdmbVnt62Fowtd_ygOypEwcpM4nC428Pnq2vpqPFoFq2-wp3bt49xBaCMZJBaFYZpGDxSXXOeJLJtF_PwkC66ZbG7Rq5IWDEMGFS6n6F1MAnsZp/s1600/IMG0297A.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-da6TFwX40FV3pzRZeajjD6baEix02ZdmbVnt62Fowtd_ygOypEwcpM4nC428Pnq2vpqPFoFq2-wp3bt49xBaCMZJBaFYZpGDxSXXOeJLJtF_PwkC66ZbG7Rq5IWDEMGFS6n6F1MAnsZp/s320/IMG0297A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593979973262234434" /></a><br /><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >Todo fim de tarde</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >Cheio de esperança </span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >Meu coração avança </span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >Até a beira do mar</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >Na inútil esperança </span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span >De te encontrar. </span><br /></span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >E só encontro</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >O banco solitário</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >E a luminária tão apagada</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >Quanto tua lembrança </span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >Vai ficando</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >Enquanto saudoso de teu amor</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span >Vou definhando. </span><br /></span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >A beleza do por do sol</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >Ainda é a mesma.</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >As águas e a tranqüilidade</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >Do lugar</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >Parecem um convite para amar.</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >Tudo tão perfeito e maravilhoso</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >Que é muito mais doloroso</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span >Constatar que não estais aqui. </span><br /></span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >E, como louco, me ponho a rir</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >De que teria tudo para ser feliz,</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >Mas, por ironia,</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >Nada disto importa</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span >Sem a tua companhia. </span><br /></span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >É vejo que tudo nada vale</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >Só por este pequeno detalhe! </span></p>Lia Noronha &Silvio Spersivohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17557250228525214694noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5470409337072653808.post-40798559554396627272010-12-09T13:55:00.000-08:002010-12-09T14:07:10.304-08:00O sumo dos contrastes<p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><span><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><span><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28Xrz8J_zqo/TO-rVDhA3bI/AAAAAAAABpM/TzfDM5Z1Hfo/s320/geral-tailandia-buda-729462%255B1%255D.jpg" /></span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >Na mão de pedra da divindade</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >As obras do homem</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >Parecem que invadem a santidade,</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >Mas, não, elas enfeitam as pedras</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >E, de fato, rosas são, </span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >Coloridas e formosas</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >Por darem vida à pedra</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >E, como artefatos do trabalho,</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >Se multiplicam ao olhar</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >De quem sabe</span></p><p style="font-size: medium; "><span >Que só a fé pode nos salvar.</span></p>Lia Noronha &Silvio Spersivohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17557250228525214694noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5470409337072653808.post-32299563483325102832010-10-13T11:04:00.000-07:002010-10-13T16:10:39.757-07:00Coração & Desejo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3sOVfY5r-WrehZShO00bT-VPXbO8mpsFVCBVnfm0OcY2GbPIYECZdOuGf66addL7TZSOtVLw_q73n6D0YSkpmdaX8jDwBtM5PRzPABbJekUcRe2yAxYBj82vB-2QC8z28HhVg2YPgDQBU/s1600/23-08-10_1604.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3sOVfY5r-WrehZShO00bT-VPXbO8mpsFVCBVnfm0OcY2GbPIYECZdOuGf66addL7TZSOtVLw_q73n6D0YSkpmdaX8jDwBtM5PRzPABbJekUcRe2yAxYBj82vB-2QC8z28HhVg2YPgDQBU/s320/23-08-10_1604.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527671895468327410" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">É um coraçãozinho de bolinhas vermelhas</span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">E vermelhas beiras</span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Que aperto na tua ausência.</span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">É como se fosse o afeto</span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Que espalhas</span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Sem consciência</span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">De que a beleza afeta as coisas</span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Não inanimadas.</span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Guardo o teu coraçãozinho</span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Com um carinho</span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Que nem podes imaginar...</span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Talvez por ser tão fofo</span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">E tão inconsciente</span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Desta minha crescente</span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Vontade de amar.</span></span></b></p></span>Lia Noronha &Silvio Spersivohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17557250228525214694noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5470409337072653808.post-17798723241664459642010-07-19T13:49:00.000-07:002010-07-19T13:51:20.379-07:00Eu quero te dizer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhca6N3xNgYvjUezyc5EmX7PG0UF4VkmLJW5Sb9Dy_4QLcpTz0jERlSq4TKJAvnvjPBp3UtXU6tW3h5Mo6Zqe-QtiboHWGpHWSHdBRVpJ7Nj2acGPtIfBYBkT6GZEsIOrfUmTjzdQPxvnRy/s1600/DSC00102.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhca6N3xNgYvjUezyc5EmX7PG0UF4VkmLJW5Sb9Dy_4QLcpTz0jERlSq4TKJAvnvjPBp3UtXU6tW3h5Mo6Zqe-QtiboHWGpHWSHdBRVpJ7Nj2acGPtIfBYBkT6GZEsIOrfUmTjzdQPxvnRy/s320/DSC00102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495722787549600114" border="0" /></a><br /><p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">Eu quero te dizer, minha menina,</span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">Que és como um quindim, </span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">Doce, doce para mim. </span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">És também, talvez,</span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">Pela proximidade do mar </span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">Também salgada </span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">Como se bolacha fosse</span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">De água e sal, </span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">Porém, és mais que massa, </span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">Doçura e sal. </span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">És uma santa pecadora</span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">Que criou o carnaval </span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">E ainda por cima </span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">Devo dizer </span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">Que não fotografas nada mal </span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">E tuas palavras </span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">Me enchem de alegria e de saudade</span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">Apesar de na minha idade </span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">Olhar para você </span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">Como quem sonha </span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">Com o que não há mais </span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">E mistura a ilusão com o real </span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">Num sonho </span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">Que tudo tem de natural. </span><br /></p> <p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"> </span></p>Lia Noronha &Silvio Spersivohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17557250228525214694noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5470409337072653808.post-82439132831004615312010-05-25T09:07:00.000-07:002010-05-25T09:09:40.473-07:00N.S<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixGKFL6Qpehpju4xgEV-p4NafMEDWs1nBJ5LIWF-_amwBlMDfgJBz48NPROkw8p8NgVh_nENwuWCbkqPiBsN9S6435T7lORF_6fpvwr0pTTuQkfJD_7CA5hUmcxjWV92NvoxPMHP4Nt22I/s1600/niver+Bricio+023.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixGKFL6Qpehpju4xgEV-p4NafMEDWs1nBJ5LIWF-_amwBlMDfgJBz48NPROkw8p8NgVh_nENwuWCbkqPiBsN9S6435T7lORF_6fpvwr0pTTuQkfJD_7CA5hUmcxjWV92NvoxPMHP4Nt22I/s320/niver+Bricio+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475240386197709650" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">Uma Nossa Senhora no oratório</span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">Com o Jesus Menino nos seus braços</span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">Se perde na lonjura dos espaços</span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">Se encontra na mágica da fotografia. </span><br /></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">Uma Nossa Senhora pendurada</span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">Como se esperasse que o sino e a sua sombra</span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">Trouxesse os fiéis para uma prece. </span><br /></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">Uma Nossa Senhora que parece </span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">Só precisa saber que existe fé </span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">Para que no branco do teto </span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">Se projete a proteção </span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">Para o povo que padece </span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">Que só espera a esperança e o amor </span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">Num mundo que tem tanta dor. </span><br /></p>Lia Noronha &Silvio Spersivohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17557250228525214694noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5470409337072653808.post-45246226820153763102010-04-22T09:58:00.001-07:002010-04-24T09:43:09.350-07:00A Canção<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjglYNh8_99kpPSpY4aM8sVykrK0hdKZfJqGCkF3edOUxfggkzbzaYL_NeuXEB628EBo-8KRzqNi_MwV6q4Wt2sp0zzffqLG1nDlC8usKSx1IL7b3hE3N5dzuSfLJP-G-9T88wBstsV7ord/s1600/Daura+024.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjglYNh8_99kpPSpY4aM8sVykrK0hdKZfJqGCkF3edOUxfggkzbzaYL_NeuXEB628EBo-8KRzqNi_MwV6q4Wt2sp0zzffqLG1nDlC8usKSx1IL7b3hE3N5dzuSfLJP-G-9T88wBstsV7ord/s320/Daura+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463745237727710642" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><br /></span></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > </span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: right;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: right;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: right;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: right;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: right;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: right;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: right;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: right;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: right;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: right;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: right;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: right;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: right;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: right;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: right;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"> Nem sempre o que mais reflete luz<br /></span></p><div> </div><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">e domina o ambiente</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">é o que toca no coração da gente. </span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">No mundo eletrônico de hoje</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">As imagens dominam tudo </span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">E fazem todas as coisas </span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Passarem rapidamente.</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">No entanto, há coisas que são </span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">tão preciosas e permanentes:</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">a água, a foto antiga daquele encontro, </span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">o vaso de flores, as xícaras chinesas,</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">que nos informam sobre a delicadeza</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">que o mundo deve ter.<span> </span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Olho a paisagem, a arrumação </span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">e, em tudo, percebo a canção invisível</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">de tuas mãos, da beleza que vem de você. </span></p>Lia Noronha &Silvio Spersivohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17557250228525214694noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5470409337072653808.post-68765099097332413602010-03-21T08:28:00.000-07:002010-03-21T08:31:20.454-07:00Mais um motivo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkdDwNFbqwQQARNlpkCbcKC-DA6EtKiXm4r2sHF3cr_a-lM0Kr6H8sCcbvvoSKHSJvnaUGALf7FUlKdaNu2uWsZ1fTNLwqSiIoD-RI-vG4eu67mWp-CSftlpxWs07hpqfpxLUTATnTQceZ/s1600-h/DSC00083.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkdDwNFbqwQQARNlpkCbcKC-DA6EtKiXm4r2sHF3cr_a-lM0Kr6H8sCcbvvoSKHSJvnaUGALf7FUlKdaNu2uWsZ1fTNLwqSiIoD-RI-vG4eu67mWp-CSftlpxWs07hpqfpxLUTATnTQceZ/s320/DSC00083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451109836914887922" border="0" /></a><br /><p><br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); text-align: center;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">É nos detalhes </span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); text-align: center;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Que percebo tua delicadeza. </span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); text-align: center;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Sejam os vasos e as flores</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); text-align: center;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Ou no espantalho de pano</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); text-align: center;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Em tudo tu procuras a beleza</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); text-align: center;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">E é também por isto:</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); text-align: center;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Que te amo! </span></p>Lia Noronha &Silvio Spersivohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17557250228525214694noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5470409337072653808.post-89442407097907935752010-03-21T08:27:00.000-07:002010-03-21T08:28:19.922-07:00Inigualável<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAlMxsq8rVMTrqGN2h1cU-KD8Cs6Lvn_QdhbD6Y2wlPoYeeNOj0geEZTnjA_WgU4Dpa-kdUavChtrR6yWdGJlaWjjtKUIIjcZKG4crJhoTw668ATz-GfLB7HyK2KT5pzcJKX0FHrVJM_x-/s1600-h/DSC00068.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAlMxsq8rVMTrqGN2h1cU-KD8Cs6Lvn_QdhbD6Y2wlPoYeeNOj0geEZTnjA_WgU4Dpa-kdUavChtrR6yWdGJlaWjjtKUIIjcZKG4crJhoTw668ATz-GfLB7HyK2KT5pzcJKX0FHrVJM_x-/s320/DSC00068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451109317725757746" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Há o teu encanto </span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Nos pequenos pratos que me fazes. </span><br /></p> <p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Há o sabor </span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Oculto de tuas mãos </span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Que benze os molhos e o pão </span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Com o gosto inesquecível </span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:100%;">(Para quem prova )</span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:100%;">De teu talento </span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Para buscar de cada alimento o melhor. </span><br /></p> <p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Há o teu amor </span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Que multiplica em tudo </span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:100%;">A beleza grandiosa </span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Que enche a vista e a boca de água</span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Antes mesmo </span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:100%;">De verificar </span></p> <span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >Que comida igual à tua não há.</span>Lia Noronha &Silvio Spersivohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17557250228525214694noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5470409337072653808.post-44060261436156432682010-01-06T04:39:00.000-08:002010-04-21T15:31:15.660-07:00Versinhos desprezados<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWrcVYvx_dxxZe8Ak3rOGDZIpshB7p5nY1JDhiKRtIKVdohiDTCTqAXuWTDnn_MhFD2rykePXwypE9Nyc1fTWx3SL9yxqakypMgUGUpeMf5fYTQ9qMMVddgBG-XjW2IiFdITJ1ie_GgGXk/s1600-h/DSC00051.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWrcVYvx_dxxZe8Ak3rOGDZIpshB7p5nY1JDhiKRtIKVdohiDTCTqAXuWTDnn_MhFD2rykePXwypE9Nyc1fTWx3SL9yxqakypMgUGUpeMf5fYTQ9qMMVddgBG-XjW2IiFdITJ1ie_GgGXk/s320/DSC00051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423605961562901314" border="0" /></a><br /><p><br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Zombas de meus versos, ò musa insatisfeita,</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Sei que não são nenhuma prece</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">E nenhum deles sei que te merecem </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Como frutos ruins que não te apetecem.</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Sei que me falta o grande gênio </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">E que, para cantar tua beleza,</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Só os meus anos é que amadurecem</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">E não melhoram os versos nem a destreza.<br />Sei que as imagens só te desfiguram</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Pela falta de grandeza e a rima impura</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Que não fazem jus à nobreza da figura</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Que melhores coisas, certamente, inspiras,</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Mas, não zombes assim de minha pobre lira</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Que somente quis cultuar a soberana </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Cujo orgulho, qual a beleza passa,</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">E quis apenas perpetuar tua graça</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Nuns pobres versos ricos de carinho</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Que, como eu, só peço um cantinho</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Onde possa, do meu jeitinho, te glorificar...</span></p>Lia Noronha &Silvio Spersivohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17557250228525214694noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5470409337072653808.post-74450936642140244202009-12-26T08:42:00.000-08:002009-12-26T08:47:26.439-08:00Coisas de natal<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmbU0RyByinFycDz7C_jNo6gmqweE494VG-xu3xNLXFl1ILUP7pC-MkqmM_emWaM_zDAiDh7p3iVoDw8kexpNSatOdqSezemhwf1weUYx5EXW14bYZeo40xjEAomPvUXsIta6IhULJFgXR/s1600-h/DSC00050.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmbU0RyByinFycDz7C_jNo6gmqweE494VG-xu3xNLXFl1ILUP7pC-MkqmM_emWaM_zDAiDh7p3iVoDw8kexpNSatOdqSezemhwf1weUYx5EXW14bYZeo40xjEAomPvUXsIta6IhULJFgXR/s320/DSC00050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419587273192406690" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br />"Que este <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Natal</span><br />seja um nascimento<br />cimento e cal<br />para o concreto<br />de seus projetos."<span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Mano Melo<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span> </span><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Natal</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">daquele que nasce </span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" >renasce e cresce a cada amanhecer.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Natal</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">solene</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" >de quem pensa no próximo</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">e vislumbra um mundo mais igualitário</span>.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Natal</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">repleto de festejos</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" >de quem comemora em grande estilo</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" >mas que no fundo quer brindar </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">o grande milagre da</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">vida!!!</span></span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span>Lia Noronha &Silvio Spersivohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17557250228525214694noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5470409337072653808.post-54605700162453043332009-08-28T17:15:00.000-07:002009-08-28T18:11:54.967-07:00Só isto<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjmtKhYe-ufGEXgA5H_iTEiKDBP5XJ_6f04BCOYyKYscZAR3UugRMlAy6stb3IrJOVlOfKelFzc8ATmOtMp5bDV25ooN3n-rHCrWSEl6J5Ai_vaD2pfQwMqmS0xgMAHfmjrx8IWUbEj6YI/s1600-h/DSC00002.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/AVvXsEgjmtKhYe-ufGEXgA5H_iTEiKDBP5XJ_6f04BCOYyKYscZAR3UugRMlAy6stb3IrJOVlOfKelFzc8ATmOtMp5bDV25ooN3n-rHCrWSEl6J5Ai_vaD2pfQwMqmS0xgMAHfmjrx8IWUbEj6YI/s400/DSC00002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375187231446452994" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">Eu quis deixar de te querer</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">Por covardia.</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">Por covardia,</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">Eu quis deixar de te querer. </span><br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">Mas, feito pimenta, meu amor ardia</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">E fosse noite ou dia </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">Não parava de doer </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">E eu de sofrer. </span><br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">Cansei de lutar contra o real</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">E, como meio de conjurar o mal, </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">Ciente de ser impossível </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">Viver sem te amar</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">Enfim, parei de me enganar</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">E é só o que este poema quer dizer. </span></p>Lia Noronha &Silvio Spersivohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17557250228525214694noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5470409337072653808.post-71714960489114911902009-07-12T14:46:00.000-07:002009-07-12T14:54:28.960-07:00Alegoria<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8_jKW2N3Yujh6RvLTUKcy_B6Rg2P7qNhciJGpy-JdAU3244YTbIN08zhyA_kd2YaQ225tZUhwvYLy2Sm2HOJ1ZyuLT41AY81OkTXavo8H8ouJu0eD9neny5NilmCMZGrkBQvvDV5Tu_26/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8_jKW2N3Yujh6RvLTUKcy_B6Rg2P7qNhciJGpy-JdAU3244YTbIN08zhyA_kd2YaQ225tZUhwvYLy2Sm2HOJ1ZyuLT41AY81OkTXavo8H8ouJu0eD9neny5NilmCMZGrkBQvvDV5Tu_26/s400/DSC00012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357695324963472834" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p><br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">O amor é uma caixa vazia</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Que não se sabe bem </span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">A razão de se guardar, </span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Pois, pode se encher de alegria,</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">De tristeza ou mesmo de ar.</span><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">O amor é uma caixa vazia</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Cuja tampa não se sabe </span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Onde está,</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Porém, onde se coloca a esperança</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Que, como o tempo, se pode fechar. </span><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">A caixa talvez seja uma alegoria,</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Uma simulação chinesa</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">De que, na verdade, se é a presa</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">E, muitas vezes, também o caçador</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Do que é sempre um prazer e uma dor. </span></p>Lia Noronha &Silvio Spersivohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17557250228525214694noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5470409337072653808.post-40203602813905228972009-06-21T10:23:00.000-07:002009-06-21T11:29:20.195-07:00Sem espaço<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid-43kvxzZ9yvoWqM_KmPOwXzoydWnNU5dFpfpVD-ev5G83vq98fPTz9TB8BgSJE1Neu4PORyHNPN2srLX8rmppxznbZ5cOAXuINfUFhpIluLIEPk3BYl9h3MYg-KP6YFIuH476qDB0bZl/s1600-h/05-03-2009+118.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/AVvXsEid-43kvxzZ9yvoWqM_KmPOwXzoydWnNU5dFpfpVD-ev5G83vq98fPTz9TB8BgSJE1Neu4PORyHNPN2srLX8rmppxznbZ5cOAXuINfUFhpIluLIEPk3BYl9h3MYg-KP6YFIuH476qDB0bZl/s400/05-03-2009+118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349833473486828818" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Foi sem sair do lugar </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Que aprendi tanto a andar</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Que aprendi a voar</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Como se fosse um sonhar. </span><br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Foi sem sair do lugar</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Que tão longe me vi chegar</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Onde não era para estar</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">E nem podia parar.</span><br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Foi sem sair do lugar </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Que me contentei em estar</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">No mesmo canto a planar</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Como meio de me afastar. </span><br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Foi sem sair do lugar</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Que cheguei onde cheguei</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Era o lugar onde estava</span></p> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >E até hoje não sei. </span>Lia Noronha &Silvio Spersivohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17557250228525214694noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5470409337072653808.post-42547804006868648062009-06-02T16:24:00.000-07:002009-06-02T16:36:39.846-07:00I LU S Ã O<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgipm4HZo8cPioXeWKQ9aovG2fta9n08Bacd0MhlxNXDnyz9-cxqfaNvojUZAw4UOhxn0ekVC9RMZZTq-j35LSLO-nBia3OHrHVyOblmIOnF9OB8V7jSS50rW9j6R44yF8Z8AtqCID3IHA_/s1600-h/DSC00024.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/AVvXsEgipm4HZo8cPioXeWKQ9aovG2fta9n08Bacd0MhlxNXDnyz9-cxqfaNvojUZAw4UOhxn0ekVC9RMZZTq-j35LSLO-nBia3OHrHVyOblmIOnF9OB8V7jSS50rW9j6R44yF8Z8AtqCID3IHA_/s400/DSC00024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342878127567197698" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="justify"><br /></p> <p style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Os peixinhos no aquário </span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Lembram os instantes vários</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Em que naveguei sem saber</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Pra distante de você</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">E sem jamais me afastar. </span><br /></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Só hoje vim perceber </span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Que teu amor era um aquário</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">No qual só podia passear </span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">E meu passeio diário </span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Era minha forma de amar. </span></p>Lia Noronha &Silvio Spersivohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17557250228525214694noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5470409337072653808.post-27500825830934204702009-05-12T16:34:00.000-07:002009-05-12T16:35:45.018-07:00Beijo roubado.com.br<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg83QU1aoRaf3DoeKKPx37ycyDJLwjem40gPtz-3VzTZe00-86XHse8psEzm_lvYRfjCJmmVJxYTWZTTAdxwgvfNcdPAc2tOHAadqqsvNpxBdL9aqY5mNQILKjC2CuGT7v8n0qq9asYVTdn/s1600-h/DSC00020.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/AVvXsEg83QU1aoRaf3DoeKKPx37ycyDJLwjem40gPtz-3VzTZe00-86XHse8psEzm_lvYRfjCJmmVJxYTWZTTAdxwgvfNcdPAc2tOHAadqqsvNpxBdL9aqY5mNQILKjC2CuGT7v8n0qq9asYVTdn/s400/DSC00020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335085065995474946" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b>Beijo roubado </b></span><br /></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">No meio do movimento</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Nosso beijo, </span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">O maior momento, </span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Aconteceu de repente</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">De modo até imprevisto. </span><br /></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Se, por um instante, </span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Não foi visto</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Na fotografia fixado </span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">No shopping foi colocado</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">E lá também não se vê,</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Só se for obra do acaso, </span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >O beijo que dei em você! </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> </span><br /></p>Lia Noronha &Silvio Spersivohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17557250228525214694noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5470409337072653808.post-89623160700643043202009-04-22T08:29:00.000-07:002009-04-22T08:31:43.224-07:00DEVANEIO<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZTTwTHFxTrifJ5IM11qKpOVNr9dKBZoTMSF4wCzcHSQ8EY8dBVNj4GySC7HWbAIZgvjDWS_VOMCuw0_bGTYEVwjSa57QCGkSWQOtCF51iNdPXLuyCfH-UhdxUvHGpp2Ab7Jh3aWGsV8cB/s1600-h/05-03-2009+067.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/AVvXsEgZTTwTHFxTrifJ5IM11qKpOVNr9dKBZoTMSF4wCzcHSQ8EY8dBVNj4GySC7HWbAIZgvjDWS_VOMCuw0_bGTYEVwjSa57QCGkSWQOtCF51iNdPXLuyCfH-UhdxUvHGpp2Ab7Jh3aWGsV8cB/s400/05-03-2009+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327538823778876482" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Pode ter sido a chuva</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Pode ter sido a pedra</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">em que topei,</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">mas, sei que, de repente, </span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">me toquei:</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">onde você estará? </span><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Em alguma janela</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">molhada de </span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">pingos de luz e água<br />qual uma madona moderna</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">esperando por Jesus? </span><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Pergunto,<br />se um por um dia,</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">os acordes de uma canção<br />não pareciam minha voz</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">clamando em vão…</span><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Não! A luz,</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">como a realidade, </span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">não se desfaz</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">feito a imensa e verdadeira</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">falta que me faz. </span></p>Lia Noronha &Silvio Spersivohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17557250228525214694noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5470409337072653808.post-64490888038099388882009-03-06T11:10:00.000-08:002009-03-06T11:13:31.341-08:00Passavas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBH7dZDlRAxCS3ZelhyphenhyphenwqZEgn6yR4DjXv6Wz5YWzc-AR53dIyLCQY-NqSmF8HqeIrW7UlshdejRIPUfb12YfaZQ9tEo6FCmjkkE63uH1adbUP0m1FMJSaS3d2UDTExSLRAfF4Z7JqRKiB8/s1600-h/05-03-2009+134.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/AVvXsEjBH7dZDlRAxCS3ZelhyphenhyphenwqZEgn6yR4DjXv6Wz5YWzc-AR53dIyLCQY-NqSmF8HqeIrW7UlshdejRIPUfb12YfaZQ9tEo6FCmjkkE63uH1adbUP0m1FMJSaS3d2UDTExSLRAfF4Z7JqRKiB8/s400/05-03-2009+134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310154673398354914" border="0" /></a><br /><p><br /></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:100%;">E andavas como se dançasses </span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Ou dançavas como se andasse</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Ou andavas dançando</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Ou dançando andavas. </span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:100%;">O fato é que perturbavas. </span><br /></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:100%;">E ignorando o meu olhar...</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Passavas,</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Como a vida, </span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Linda e indiferente. </span></p>Lia Noronha &Silvio Spersivohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17557250228525214694noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5470409337072653808.post-47156556394139467442009-01-27T13:05:00.000-08:002009-01-27T15:59:26.604-08:00Constatação<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs_RzYSC1b-gDRYINkODDHvCOs7vLg6HhOYINWeHAe0Q3YsclBm8Gh3FBKuxDT8JdQt5LrBlo-cETms-l7-SmMPYdxfraDZaVcukxJJBEp5PpinoPVDyiEZMTsQoxc1jNd906PjWcRUcsL/s1600-h/DSC00016.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/AVvXsEjs_RzYSC1b-gDRYINkODDHvCOs7vLg6HhOYINWeHAe0Q3YsclBm8Gh3FBKuxDT8JdQt5LrBlo-cETms-l7-SmMPYdxfraDZaVcukxJJBEp5PpinoPVDyiEZMTsQoxc1jNd906PjWcRUcsL/s400/DSC00016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296127425524633330" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><br /><br /><br />Há objetos, </div> <div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Quais pessoas, </div> <div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Que nunca saberei </div> <div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">O que significam. </div> <div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">E até </div> <div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Se me dizem o que são</div> <div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Me parecem, </div> <div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Me aparecem</div> <div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Como braille ou japonês. </div> <div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">De qualquer forma</div> <div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Não entendo de vez.</div> <div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Serão sempre sinais</div> <div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Da minha profunda ignorância. </div> <div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> </div>Lia Noronha &Silvio Spersivohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17557250228525214694noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5470409337072653808.post-70538823281034577132008-12-27T05:57:00.000-08:002008-12-27T06:03:38.805-08:00F i m de A n o<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF6wXA91ATl5kQt9xFZUcxpeLuMgHi3UsedmOsd9Od8TAscN5eCotwho03soRC6p-f_jh372iXEhd2jyAPVsjoblzjG9jOuiKffdrqF_H3Nc8e007MRTnNs_ZcQNm29cKIUAFagVqDiWNV/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF6wXA91ATl5kQt9xFZUcxpeLuMgHi3UsedmOsd9Od8TAscN5eCotwho03soRC6p-f_jh372iXEhd2jyAPVsjoblzjG9jOuiKffdrqF_H3Nc8e007MRTnNs_ZcQNm29cKIUAFagVqDiWNV/s400/DSC00013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284469973983052242" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRUyArTonjjOdueskToTk_yLdk4XlycNqi3qcA6MUZhAC7y8U-6KLUIzMbG-4nGSYIy75V-0VW_kKoQ3TJ6rOMdptJrd0jJA7IlIbsNDcMLWKqruf6zfX66cOuewjsVWyQcGeBmXCUN_FS/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRUyArTonjjOdueskToTk_yLdk4XlycNqi3qcA6MUZhAC7y8U-6KLUIzMbG-4nGSYIy75V-0VW_kKoQ3TJ6rOMdptJrd0jJA7IlIbsNDcMLWKqruf6zfX66cOuewjsVWyQcGeBmXCUN_FS/s400/DSC00006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284469972507764178" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Quando o ano finda</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">As emoções começam a ser mais fortes<br /></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">E o ar de Natal<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Nos faz ficar assim<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Suspensos<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Entre a alegria da vida<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">E a tristeza da morte<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Subvertendo o cotidiano</span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Que nos faz confortavelmente mecânicos<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">E nos lembrando<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Que somos apenas humanos.</span></span></span><br /></div></span></span>Lia Noronha &Silvio Spersivohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17557250228525214694noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5470409337072653808.post-55132901158041406122008-12-02T11:24:00.000-08:002008-12-02T11:27:09.906-08:00Canção dos Marinheiros<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLdnWtUosY6WUmIzBKxiCOjvUvv8sxVwxOir2dz0VZ9Jegd1gxhSFPg1LUjcMclLPjqOiaKHRyxddFVHkupLIub2WitwHcIwqCl6OKCXT3t8CRUPM-mSP3mDR3ercSiNgZOe2uZ0xdL7sk/s1600-h/ATgAAAAJWJs421w08Gp5DIqmj7Sv2hgE5l7MZRWoPafPiMQs1Eapnr_57bkPZgOSllNoA9EuQIAKsvc_Mbo8_f4O5scwAJtU9VB0AoE4tHuFH5144zEcJfCfAIU0KA.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLdnWtUosY6WUmIzBKxiCOjvUvv8sxVwxOir2dz0VZ9Jegd1gxhSFPg1LUjcMclLPjqOiaKHRyxddFVHkupLIub2WitwHcIwqCl6OKCXT3t8CRUPM-mSP3mDR3ercSiNgZOe2uZ0xdL7sk/s400/ATgAAAAJWJs421w08Gp5DIqmj7Sv2hgE5l7MZRWoPafPiMQs1Eapnr_57bkPZgOSllNoA9EuQIAKsvc_Mbo8_f4O5scwAJtU9VB0AoE4tHuFH5144zEcJfCfAIU0KA.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275276428475774210" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglsQs6ruj5yg7iJHLdZkWvsOTtUueIPhoSFNH19YS17Mw-xS7JQ-bYG5F4hwhgqT1vBSPd2zFlYoTl1n-2VpCJY_f0FRFTP_sAhoUquP9__aDu1QAV7IFXBVHzXP_7krYhIjcDhS_18CQq/s1600-h/ATgAAABrzHcd_OjwfovN7445zyJs7pw13Vv4UWGGT4eO6X27j8oLmP9pGoCj1buBURwSiovvfYampdp1iYU_BOuKPuSmAJtU9VBObj8DH19VE9z6ARf8lecnCC7ggw.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglsQs6ruj5yg7iJHLdZkWvsOTtUueIPhoSFNH19YS17Mw-xS7JQ-bYG5F4hwhgqT1vBSPd2zFlYoTl1n-2VpCJY_f0FRFTP_sAhoUquP9__aDu1QAV7IFXBVHzXP_7krYhIjcDhS_18CQq/s400/ATgAAABrzHcd_OjwfovN7445zyJs7pw13Vv4UWGGT4eO6X27j8oLmP9pGoCj1buBURwSiovvfYampdp1iYU_BOuKPuSmAJtU9VBObj8DH19VE9z6ARf8lecnCC7ggw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275276421839740994" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Não gosto das ondas<br />Eu gosto é do mar<br />Do alto mar.<br />Só do preciso<br />É navegar,<br />navegar<br /><br />Gosto, algumas vezes, do cais,<br />Mas, se demoro mais,<br />Porém, me cansa.<br />Gosto mesmo é do mar,<br />Do alto mar<br />Até aonde a vista alcança.<br /><br />Navegar,<br />navegar<br />é meu prazer e destino.<br />Lá no mar<br />Quanto mais velho<br />Mais me sinto menino.</span></span>Lia Noronha &Silvio Spersivohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17557250228525214694noreply@blogger.com8