tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64101663019342674412011-04-21T15:22:19.398-07:00Luizacariashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04697360388910003327noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6410166301934267441.post-78515129706236600242007-11-04T15:30:00.000-08:002007-11-04T16:00:56.780-08:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O2_j1iBZ9QQ/Ry5dDlc3ETI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ydFbHhPSUQI/s1600-h/22467.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129139341795725618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O2_j1iBZ9QQ/Ry5dDlc3ETI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ydFbHhPSUQI/s320/22467.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O2_j1iBZ9QQ/Ry5dDlc3ETI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ydFbHhPSUQI/s1600-h/22467.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129139341795725618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O2_j1iBZ9QQ/Ry5dDlc3ETI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ydFbHhPSUQI/s320/22467.gif" border="0" /></a><br 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129139341795725618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O2_j1iBZ9QQ/Ry5dDlc3ETI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ydFbHhPSUQI/s320/22467.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O2_j1iBZ9QQ/Ry5dDlc3ETI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ydFbHhPSUQI/s1600-h/22467.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129139341795725618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O2_j1iBZ9QQ/Ry5dDlc3ETI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ydFbHhPSUQI/s320/22467.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O2_j1iBZ9QQ/Ry5dDlc3ETI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ydFbHhPSUQI/s1600-h/22467.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129139341795725618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O2_j1iBZ9QQ/Ry5dDlc3ETI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ydFbHhPSUQI/s320/22467.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">Põe a tua mão na minha,</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">E façamos a união</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">Pois só unidos seremos </span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">Capazes, como irmãos...</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">Vamos dar as mãos e,</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">Gritarmos intensamente</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">Se unirmos nossas forças</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">Venceremos brevemente!</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Vamos dar ao Mundo </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Voses,</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Lutaremos pela Paz</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Rendidos na amizade</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Viveremos pela Saudade </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>E a união enlace trás...</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Se o Mundo fosse</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Diferente,</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Deste que eu e tu conheces</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Seria mais sorridente</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Do que então nos parece!</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Dai-mos as mãos </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Pela Esperança,</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>De encontrarmos</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>A Felicidade,</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>De alcansarmos,</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Nossa herança,</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Herança essa da Realidade!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6410166301934267441-7851512970623660024?l=vidaeluz-lirio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Luizacariashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04697360388910003327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6410166301934267441.post-33671477089507790582007-11-04T14:57:00.000-08:002007-11-04T15:25:53.372-08:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O2_j1iBZ9QQ/Ry5RW1c3ESI/AAAAAAAAAEA/cmeWq9lqKqY/s1600-h/i3143FA544.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129126478368674082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O2_j1iBZ9QQ/Ry5RW1c3ESI/AAAAAAAAAEA/cmeWq9lqKqY/s320/i3143FA544.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">O VENTO LEVA CONSIGO</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">O MEU CANTÍCO DE AMOR</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">E DELE FAÇO MEU ABRIGO</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">PÉTALAS PERFUMADAS EM FLOR...</span></div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><div align="center"><br /></div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">SÃO DE FLORES, MEUS ENCANTOS</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">E DE TERNURA LEVADA</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">PELO VENTO, REVESTIDA MEU MANTO</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">PEDAÇOS DE MIM NESTA DESFOLHADA</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">É ESTE, MEU PEDAÇO DE TERNURA</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">QUE NELES TRANSFORMO EM POESIA</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">PEDAÇOS DE MIM NUMA SEPULTURA!...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">QUE LEVOU O VENTO, CONSIGO NOITE E DIA!</span></div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><div align="center"><br /></div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">PEDAÇOS DE MIM, PARA SEMPRE VÃO</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">DO PEITO ENTERNECE MIMHA VIDA FORA</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">FICOU O AMOR, NO MEU CORAÇÃO</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">E CHORA A SAUDADE COMIGO AGORA!...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6410166301934267441-3367147708950779058?l=vidaeluz-lirio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Luizacariashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04697360388910003327noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6410166301934267441.post-60651732534570012442007-11-04T14:08:00.000-08:002007-11-04T14:46:44.509-08:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O2_j1iBZ9QQ/Ry5JElc3ERI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Sb_o1HLvNf4/s1600-h/catduck.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129117368743039250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O2_j1iBZ9QQ/Ry5JElc3ERI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Sb_o1HLvNf4/s320/catduck.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#6633ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6633ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6633ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6633ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6633ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6633ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6633ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6633ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#339999;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#339999;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#339999;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#339999;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#339999;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#339999;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#339999;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#339999;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#339999;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#339999;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">É BOM DEMAIS TER AMIGOS...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">FALAR COM ELES,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">DIALUGAR </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">É VIVER DE ALEGRIA </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">E DE SAÚDE... ORAR </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">FAZER AMIGOS </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">NUNCA É DEMAIS </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">TER MUITOS </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">É MUITO MELHOR</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">SABER-MOS AMAR</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">E RESPEITAR</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">É AUDÁCIA DA VIDA</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">CRISTÃ!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">ESTE É MEU PONTO DE VISTA</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">EU BASEIO-ME NESTES MEUS FACTOS </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">A VIDA É MAFIOSA!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">E TEMOS QUE LHE DAR A VOLTA</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">PREPÉTUAR COM PÉTALAS DE ROSAS...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">POIS ELAS SÃO LINDAS E BELAS </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">E TEM SEU PERFUME A DILACERAR-NOS</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">COM ELAS O AMOR ANDA POR CÁ!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">O PAI! DEU-NOS A GRAÇA DIVINA!...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">A MÃE A ORAÇÃO!...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">APRENDI DESDE MENINA</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">A REZAR MINHA ORAÇÃO</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">E PRETENDO SELO NESTA MINHA AFIRMAÇÃO...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#339999;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6410166301934267441-6065173253457001244?l=vidaeluz-lirio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Luizacariashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04697360388910003327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6410166301934267441.post-9692438652332097762007-11-04T13:48:00.000-08:002007-11-04T14:04:35.747-08:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O2_j1iBZ9QQ/Ry5Bi1c3EQI/AAAAAAAAADw/fzv-QS_euPs/s1600-h/rosas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129109092341059842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O2_j1iBZ9QQ/Ry5Bi1c3EQI/AAAAAAAAADw/fzv-QS_euPs/s320/rosas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong><em>Quando me doi a alma</em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong><em>Sinto-me sem forças</em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong><em>Sem capacidades físicas</em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong><em>Para, desempenhar minhas funções...</em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong><em>Quando me dói a alma </em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong><em>Tudo me atormenta</em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong><em>Tudo me angustia</em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong><em>Tudo me choca...</em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong><em>Quando a alma nos dói</em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong><em>É de certo uma angústia</em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong><em>Um verdadeiro tormento...</em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong><em>Quando bate deveras a saudade</em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong><em>Dói demais meu coração!</em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6410166301934267441-969243865233209776?l=vidaeluz-lirio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Luizacariashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04697360388910003327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6410166301934267441.post-32721137748195663742007-11-02T19:43:00.000-07:002007-11-02T19:59:33.039-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O2_j1iBZ9QQ/RyvjmVc3EMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1DSvwxO0i3I/s1600-h/2300547.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128442848424169666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O2_j1iBZ9QQ/RyvjmVc3EMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1DSvwxO0i3I/s320/2300547.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999900;">Fui criança, sou Mulher</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999900;">Fui crescendo lentamente</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999900;">Sou aquilo que Deus quer!</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999900;">Sou isto cinseramente</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999900;">Sou o forte ser humano</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999900;">Sou a poesia a crescer</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999900;">Serei cá um engano!</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999900;">Ou algo que estás a ver!...</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999900;">Sou a noite sou o dia</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999900;">Com elas dou os meus passos</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999900;">Sou a própria poesia</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999900;">A quem dou os meus abraços</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999900;">Sou em mim a poesia</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999900;">Que vou nela ditando</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999900;">Sou a noite que se fás dia</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999900;">Sou apoesia sonhando...</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999900;">Sou como a estrela do céu</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999900;">Que brilha na sua candura</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999900;">Sou aquela que se fez véu!</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999900;">Sou esta criatura...</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6410166301934267441-3272113774819566374?l=vidaeluz-lirio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Luizacariashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04697360388910003327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6410166301934267441.post-6056525365961919942007-10-28T17:14:00.000-07:002007-10-28T17:35:21.249-07:00<span style="color:#333399;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">Meu acordar</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">É um não fraquejar</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">De palavras</span></strong><br /></span><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">Sem segredos para o Pai!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">Meu acordar</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">É um sem receio de emoções</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">Que minha alma acordara no inverso</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">De turbilhões...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">Meu acordar</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">É deslumbrante</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">É calmante</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">É um abrir de alma pura!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">Meu acordar</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">É refrescante</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">Com a brisa da manhã</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">No meu sub natural consciente</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">E agradecendo á Mãe minha existência...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">Meu acordar</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">É simplesmente a Vida</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">Eu</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">Nesta oração da manhã</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">Viril...</span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6410166301934267441-605652536596191994?l=vidaeluz-lirio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Luizacariashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04697360388910003327noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6410166301934267441.post-48834407919628408222007-10-28T17:01:00.000-07:002007-10-28T17:13:35.657-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"><strong>Em noite de luar</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;">Me revejo em ti</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;">Me acalenta a saudade...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;">Em noite de escuridão</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;">Revejo minha ância</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;">De tormento revisto!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;">Em noite de quarto crescente</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;">Revejo-me em teu corpo...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;">Em noite de sua majestade</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;">Parecera uma princesa!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;">Em noite ascendera</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;">a chama</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;">Que minha sombra fizera</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;">em melodia...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;">Esta noite </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;">Me acalenta a alma</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;">Em maresia de mar</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;">Em que me revira</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;">na sombra de ti!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;">Esta noite</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;">é outra de tantas noites</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;">em que me revejo</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;">nas palavras feitas</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;">em meus versos</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;">e que a lareira</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;">se acendera</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;">para os corpos aquecerem...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;">Em sombra de mim!</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6410166301934267441-4883440791962840822?l=vidaeluz-lirio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Luizacariashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04697360388910003327noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6410166301934267441.post-75971741358452827352007-10-28T16:16:00.000-07:002007-10-28T16:59:54.640-07:00<span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><em><strong>Quis escrever-te meu país</strong></em></span><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Porque te amo de coração</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#663300;">Sou de ti uma raíz</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;">Dedico-te esta cançaõ</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#996633;">Ando sempre a percorrer-te</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Com carinho e emoção</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Por<span style="color:#ff9900;">tu</span><span style="color:#009900;">gal, amar-te e </span><span style="color:#3366ff;">ver-te.</span></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">Esta é <span style="color:#996633;">minha intenção</span></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"><span style="color:#33cc00;"><span style="color:#006600;">Sou</span> </span><span style="color:#3333ff;">desta</span> terra <span style="color:#009900;">a flor,</span></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Que te <span style="color:#3333ff;">escreve</span> <span style="color:#ff9900;">e estou</span> amando</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Por<span style="color:#ffcc00;">tu</span><span style="color:#009900;">gal, meu </span><span style="color:#ff0000;">Amor</span></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#996633;">Estarei <span style="color:#ffcc00;">em ti, </span><span style="color:#009900;">sonhando</span></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span></em></strong><br /><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Canto</span>-te com <span style="color:#ff0000;">fervor</span></strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong>Po<span style="color:#ff99ff;">de</span>s <span style="color:#ff6600;">querer </span><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><span style="color:#006600;">até ao</span> fim</span></strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Por<span style="color:#ffcc00;">tu</span><span style="color:#009900;">gal <span style="color:#ffcc00;">meu </span></span><span style="color:#ff0000;">Amor</span></strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong>És <span style="color:#996633;">terra</span> dos so<span style="color:#cc33cc;">nha</span><span style="color:#993399;"><span style="color:#006600;">do</span></span><span style="color:#cc66cc;">res</span></strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">És</span> o mais <span style="color:#ff0000;">li<span style="color:#339999;">n</span>do </span>jar<span style="color:#993300;">dim.</span></strong></span></em><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">Neste </span>can<span style="color:#ff0000;">ti</span><span style="color:#ffcc00;">nho <span style="color:#3333ff;">que é</span> </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">meu!...</span></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Onde <span style="color:#cc33cc;">nasci </span><span style="color:#ff0000;">Por</span><span style="color:#ffcc00;">tu</span><span style="color:#006600;">gal!...</span></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#996633;">Correm <span style="color:#006600;">versos <span style="color:#ff6600;">que</span> </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">só eu!...</span></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Esc<span style="color:#006600;">re</span>vo <span style="color:#ff6600;">ao Natural.</span></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"></span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6410166301934267441-7597174135845282735?l=vidaeluz-lirio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Luizacariashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04697360388910003327noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6410166301934267441.post-53203164645959966712007-10-28T15:59:00.000-07:002007-10-28T16:13:02.573-07:00<span style="color:#cc66cc;"><em><strong>Bati tecla a tecla cada palavra,</strong></em></span><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Na penumbra dos meus dedos</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Senti neles alegria, nos meus versos que fazia</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Descobri em mim meus segredos.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Bati tecla a tecla o compasso,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Como se a vida ali acaba-se, abraçando o poema</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Em cada passo, o meu sonho, guarda-se!...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Bati tecla a tecla,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">No coração a bater acelarado, tom, tom, tom</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Nesse espasmo vazio como a letra de um fado.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Bati tecla a tecla, como se o tempo parasse</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;"> de me ver...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Teclando mais uma vez e aí senti-me...morrer!...</span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6410166301934267441-5320316464595996671?l=vidaeluz-lirio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Luizacariashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04697360388910003327noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6410166301934267441.post-84273407029964229622007-10-28T15:22:00.000-07:002007-10-28T15:57:35.576-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong> Quis procurar em cada passo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong> O significado das letras</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"> Fui ao teu encontro, nasceram em mim</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"> fui-te descrevendo em cada significado teu</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"> cada letra que me deste,</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"> se foram transformando</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"> em doce melodia...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"> Tu foste a fonte onde eu bebera </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"> onde me alimentei </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">em noite de Inverno.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"> Em cada Primavera, por aí o Verão...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"> Letras que se deliciaram em cada Outono.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"> Cada dia que passava em minha vida </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"> era experiêcias novas, </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"> descobertas que me deleciavam,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"> estas tuas letras feitas poesia.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"> Juntei letras, formei palavras </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"> que me foram dando provas de sabor.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"> Sabor a mel, água salgada </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"> mas juntando-lhes mais alguns salpicos</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"> ficara temperada...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"> E assim me fui saboreando </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"> ao som do tilintar de cada letra...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"> </span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6410166301934267441-8427340702996422962?l=vidaeluz-lirio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Luizacariashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04697360388910003327noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6410166301934267441.post-21349774711137075452007-10-18T16:51:00.000-07:002007-10-18T17:32:41.407-07:00<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;">Hoje posso voltar á infãncia em pensamento,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;">já que a criança não posso voltar.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;">Esse tempo em que eu o fora era maravilhoso,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;">não pensara em preocupassões em tarefas obrigatérias,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;">mas isto mesmo só quando menina, </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;">pois o tempo </span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;">mudara com a idade.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;">Quando fora para a primária tudo era diferente, </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;">tinha afazeres, responsabilidades em fim</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;">coisas que só mais tarde damos valor.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;">Quando por vezes reflectimos é tarde, </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;">nada á a fazer».</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;">O tempo chegara depressa de mais </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">para uma menininha </span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">como eu </span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">que queria ser ainda hoje,</span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;">mas tudo tem seu tempo.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;">Mas não é proibido sonhar </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;">e ainda não se paga imposto.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;">Pois talvez se vier a acontecer </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;">será mais díficil para quem é sonhador.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;">Tive valores e quero preserva-los, </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;">enquanto</span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;">eu for o que sempre fui </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;">me considero essa menina mesmo não o sendo.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;">Menina Mulher fui logo bem cedo.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;">com meus afazeres, minhas tarefas </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;">antes de ser mulher já o prendia.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;">A vida assim se foi passando e cheguei </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;">a adulta antes de o ser.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;">Casei cedo e fui mãe, tive meus frutos de amor,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;">mas sempre com meus valores os fiz transmitir.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;">Esta mulher menina que em si não morreu</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;">e não morrerá até eu ser o que sempre desejei!</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;">Um dia quando me for tudo por aqui irá ficar</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;">e levarei comigo saudade.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;">Mas tudo quanto nasce morre e eu não serei excepção.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;">Deixarei cá valores primários que sempre preservei.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;">Neste carinho de Mulher Mãe e menina</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"> que sempre o fora em mim.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;">Um bem hajas aos nossos valores preservados.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;">Autora:Luizacarias</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;">(16-10-2007)</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"></span></em></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6410166301934267441-2134977471113707545?l=vidaeluz-lirio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Luizacariashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04697360388910003327noreply@blogger.com2