tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298985402011-10-18T22:08:52.412+01:00Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.comBlogger1741100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-34350934581282147492011-08-21T21:12:00.001+01:002011-08-21T21:13:51.017+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K4yGzwvhlW8/TlFllooo03I/AAAAAAAACQk/hPM8ASqtv9Y/s1600/Antoine+Villiers-below_the_surface.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K4yGzwvhlW8/TlFllooo03I/AAAAAAAACQk/hPM8ASqtv9Y/s320/Antoine+Villiers-below_the_surface.jpg" width="226" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>São cerejas que crescem na boca...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>Fruto amadurecido</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>Que dança constantemente</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>Ao nosso ritmo</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>Saboreando o mar que desagua no leito.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-3435093458128214749?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-69700266661369743962011-02-26T12:37:00.002Z2011-08-21T21:05:30.793+01:00<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SLxu23amCpI/AAAAAAAABiM/U8xfF2UIpGU/s1600-h/mulher.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241185955219901074" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SLxu23amCpI/AAAAAAAABiM/U8xfF2UIpGU/s400/mulher.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div align="center">.<span style="color: #33ccff;"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">..Sento-me nesta música</span></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #33ccff;"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">O pensamento regressa ao ontem</span></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #33ccff;"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">Ao momento em que a ouvi </span></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #33ccff;"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">...Até que entraste dentro de mim</span></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #33ccff;"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">Oiço o teu prazer</span></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #33ccff;"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">Oiço o teu cheiro...</span></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #33ccff;"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">Não sei se a música já acabou...</span></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #33ccff;"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 130%;"><br /></span></strong></em></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-6970026666136974396?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-16612185554045915632010-11-09T00:54:00.005Z2010-11-09T00:58:10.173Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/TNib5Hl8ZiI/AAAAAAAACPk/Qnr42bCDX18/s1600/Carol+Carter+%28Watercolor%29.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/TNib5Hl8ZiI/AAAAAAAACPk/Qnr42bCDX18/s400/Carol+Carter+%28Watercolor%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537347147445069346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >Tão menina...</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><br />Sentada à beira-mar</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><br />No colo desenhava sonhos de areia...</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><br />Cresci!<br />E agora desenho gestos</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><br />De querer-te mar sem fim...</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-1661218555404591563?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-3993452377237230602010-02-24T20:28:00.004Z2010-02-24T20:38:03.379Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/S4WMgkOo2BI/AAAAAAAACOs/gkqK1yexQvM/s1600-h/Antoine+de+Villiers+(raison+d%27etre).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441910215855888402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/S4WMgkOo2BI/AAAAAAAACOs/gkqK1yexQvM/s400/Antoine+de+Villiers+(raison+d%27etre).jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...No joelho do tempo</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Desce o beijo feito rio</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>E deixa-se desauguar no estuário</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Junto à boca adormecida</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Pela pele da madrugada...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>(Era noite de Lua cheia)</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-399345237723723060?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-11347389133719543332009-08-22T22:46:00.004+01:002009-08-22T22:50:13.418+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SpBnXARiq4I/AAAAAAAACOQ/QYtSXMjG90w/s1600-h/Rafael+Iturrioz+(rhapsody+in+blue).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372908000361229186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SpBnXARiq4I/AAAAAAAACOQ/QYtSXMjG90w/s400/Rafael+Iturrioz+(rhapsody+in+blue).jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div><br /> </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...A ser uma tela por acabar...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Um pincel silencioso olha-a</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>No azul sereno de mais uma madrugada...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Imensa...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...Solta no prazer que voa...<br /></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;"><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;"><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-1134738913371954333?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-17358984630979714282009-05-25T19:39:00.003+01:002009-05-26T21:35:31.104+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Shw4NPVKmJI/AAAAAAAACNo/wxzsiqXRKD4/s1600-h/Angela+Menandez+(desnudo+azul).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340205058259327122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Shw4NPVKmJI/AAAAAAAACNo/wxzsiqXRKD4/s400/Angela+Menandez+(desnudo+azul).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...Fosse um mar calmo...<br />A lua seria uma bela rosa (desfolhada)<br />E na minha pele adormecida<br />Ela iria deixar os espinhos.<br />Porque as pétalas murcharam na espera...<br /><br /></strong></em></span><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-1735898463097971428?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-41214664235099621592009-02-19T21:33:00.003Z2009-02-19T21:37:18.946Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SZ3Qaj0SpII/AAAAAAAACMQ/dqjNt1ZjGZE/s1600-h/Steve+Bingham+(blue+nude).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304625090822055042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SZ3Qaj0SpII/AAAAAAAACMQ/dqjNt1ZjGZE/s400/Steve+Bingham+(blue+nude).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">...O mar fazer-se estrada<br />Inquietação da noite, véu de lua...<br />Ondas suspensas num corpo de mulher<br />Que ao luar rouba fios prateados<br />Lá longe, tão longe<br />À beira-mar do teu quarto...</span></strong></em></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-4121466423509962159?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-10377547007605517402009-01-26T23:39:00.006Z2009-01-26T23:49:13.263Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SX5KDfeAwtI/AAAAAAAACK4/uXqJQXBJNhE/s1600-h/olhando+a+noite.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295751635681723090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 388px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SX5KDfeAwtI/AAAAAAAACK4/uXqJQXBJNhE/s400/olhando+a+noite.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...Olho-a, neste silêncio sem cor</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>A esconder-me o luar</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Porque me trazes o frio que teima</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Em não me esquecer?!</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Deixa ao menos que te aqueça!</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-1037754700760551740?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-52263933113498536852009-01-12T23:41:00.009Z2010-04-03T01:58:49.671+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/S7aSuYkSN6I/AAAAAAAACO8/tUjpBHPIGHs/s1600/lua+azul.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 396px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/S7aSuYkSN6I/AAAAAAAACO8/tUjpBHPIGHs/s400/lua+azul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455709324172212130" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><em><strong>...Fazer-me à lua...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><em><strong>Navegar por marés e estrelas</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><em><strong>Até chegar à pátria do teu</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><em><strong>Porto d</strong></em></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><em><strong>e abrigo...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><em><strong>E aí desenhar-te...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><em><strong>...Um arco-íris no olhar!</strong></em></span></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-5226393311349853685?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-13739258698666240432008-12-15T22:10:00.007Z2008-12-15T22:23:02.221Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SUbWKBuWajI/AAAAAAAACFI/-2ZRFYRZVYE/s1600-h/Gra%C3%A7a+Loureiro+(underwater+flower).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280143080888363570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SUbWKBuWajI/AAAAAAAACFI/-2ZRFYRZVYE/s400/Gra%C3%A7a+Loureiro+(underwater+flower).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...Lenta de um sonho sempre igual</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Tolhe-me os movimentos</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Suavemente, afasto-me dele...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Apago o cansaço...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Dos sonhos...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Mas, volta-me a incapacidade</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>De te apagar em mim!</strong></em></span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-1373925869866624043?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-33088188491760282812008-11-24T20:59:00.004Z2008-11-24T21:09:41.384Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SSsWbsGLPXI/AAAAAAAACDI/9NK1X5-Llpw/s1600-h/Antoine+de+Villiers+(Longing).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272332453716639090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SSsWbsGLPXI/AAAAAAAACDI/9NK1X5-Llpw/s400/Antoine+de+Villiers+(Longing).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...Em que as gaivotas poisam no tempo!</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>A hora em que a transparência me ilude...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>E eu fico-me por dentro do teu abraço</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Ali mesmo na hora das flores...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...Salgadas de mar!</strong></em></span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-3308818849176028281?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-59748280006740916222008-11-07T14:16:00.000Z2008-11-07T14:16:01.368Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SRLFRECXsLI/AAAAAAAABlk/dSTQyFTi36k/s1600-h/Nicoletta+Tomas+(lascia+chi).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265487811281662130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SRLFRECXsLI/AAAAAAAABlk/dSTQyFTi36k/s400/Nicoletta+Tomas+(lascia+chi).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SRLE7sjDuwI/AAAAAAAABlc/tQGFcCsCeaI/s1600-h/pensava.jpg"></a><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...Chorava tristezas...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Os olhos transpiravam saudades</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>As mãos?! Essas sonhavam palavras</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Saídas da boca que empunhava</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Uma espada de metáforas...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...Feitas poema?!</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;"><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-5974828000674091622?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-58059682300423103872008-11-05T20:53:00.000Z2008-11-06T10:08:22.156Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SQt0M-R_yII/AAAAAAAABkc/zjaiMCt6-40/s1600-h/sonhava.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263428355738290306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SQt0M-R_yII/AAAAAAAABkc/zjaiMCt6-40/s400/sonhava.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">...É o perfume de tudo e tanto...</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">É imenso em ti</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Teu é o tempo que dança vagaroso</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">E se espalha em mim</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Até que adormeço...Algures.</span></strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong></strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong></strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong></strong></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-5805968230042310387?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-80586502750901059982008-10-27T11:34:00.002Z2008-10-27T11:34:00.797Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SLxuWO7S_ZI/AAAAAAAABh8/Nw5IU9MJnWQ/s1600-h/esperei.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241185394595397010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SLxuWO7S_ZI/AAAAAAAABh8/Nw5IU9MJnWQ/s400/esperei.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...Devagar e passo a passo<br />Foste ficando...<br />Até que um dia...<br />Os teus olhos eram os meus<br />Os meus braços o teu abraço...<br />Agora não sei onde acabo e tu começas!<br /><br /></strong></em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-8058650275090105998?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-70671065096001993022008-10-17T14:29:00.003+01:002008-10-17T14:52:01.791+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SPiXznzPJBI/AAAAAAAABi8/0bvoi0_pN9w/s1600-h/lena%2Bqueiroz%2Bcontempla.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258119478068061202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SPiXznzPJBI/AAAAAAAABi8/0bvoi0_pN9w/s400/lena%2Bqueiroz%2Bcontempla.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SPiXODd6qDI/AAAAAAAABi0/EuKslNu52Bo/s1600-h/conto+de+fadas.jpg"></a><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...O sonho pára aquém da pele</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>E se prende ao cheiro de partir...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Quebra-se em mil pedacinhos</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Lentamente, perde as cores que o faziam brilhar</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>E fica quieto a olhar o tempo!</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-7067106509600199302?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-85255124303647746442008-09-16T20:17:00.001+01:002010-11-09T01:29:30.259Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SLxxLNmjLtI/AAAAAAAABiU/4AEwBJEMtvs/s1600-h/perdida.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241188503796264658" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SLxxLNmjLtI/AAAAAAAABiU/4AEwBJEMtvs/s400/perdida.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><em><strong>...O teu olhar toca-me...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><em><strong>E a tristeza foge</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><em><strong>Mas a escuridão da saudade</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><em><strong>Deixa-me de corpo rasgado</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><em><strong>De pensamentos perdidos e pele magoada...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><em><strong>Às vezes tropeço em mim!</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><em><strong></strong></em></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><em><strong></strong></em></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><em><strong></strong></em></span> </div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-8525512430364774644?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-88342698267818766852008-09-11T12:36:00.002+01:002008-09-11T12:36:00.752+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SLxuqikYVqI/AAAAAAAABiE/1tHw11l6ZKo/s1600-h/Katarina+Sokolova+(44).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241185743465371298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SLxuqikYVqI/AAAAAAAABiE/1tHw11l6ZKo/s400/Katarina+Sokolova+(44).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...De uma estrela (de)cadente...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Embriagou-me os sonhos!</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Agora caminho em zigue-zagues</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>De pensamentos ébrios</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...E envolta em palavras magras</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>De silêncios imensos...</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-8834269826781876685?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-82640180015830290532008-08-20T22:50:00.005+01:002008-08-20T23:49:41.995+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SKyYt7_L32I/AAAAAAAABhs/f1yMMmF21PI/s1600-h/do+rio.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236728381689290594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SKyYt7_L32I/AAAAAAAABhs/f1yMMmF21PI/s400/do+rio.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...É este rio feito mar...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Que te sente aqui tão perto</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>E se comove...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...A outra metade, é a sede</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>De navegar, de beber cada minuto</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Do teu olhar na minha pele...</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-8264018001583029053?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-9291412690854130152008-06-24T21:26:00.005+01:002008-06-24T21:35:33.193+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SGFY3uBtEJI/AAAAAAAABfw/2ROYvj-Q8yA/s1600-h/Brita+Seifert+(the+perfect+illusion).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215547557742973074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SGFY3uBtEJI/AAAAAAAABfw/2ROYvj-Q8yA/s400/Brita+Seifert+(the+perfect+illusion).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...Junta-se à tua boca, devagar...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Aprisionado numa bola de sabão...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>No caminho a errância do destino</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>(A tua boca?!?)...Ou simplesmente</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>O meu tempo preenchido sem ti</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Medindo os dias que cabem na espera...</strong></em></span></div><p align="center"><br /> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-929141269085413015?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-88425759104550869432008-06-17T21:52:00.002+01:002008-06-17T23:03:09.445+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SFZwcKX7XBI/AAAAAAAABbE/YyUJQLGFy8U/s1600-h/aqui_me_encontro.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212477247851289618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="238" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SFZwcKX7XBI/AAAAAAAABbE/YyUJQLGFy8U/s400/aqui_me_encontro.jpg" width="305" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...Fosse simples e certa...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Aberta em mar calmo ...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Ou ventre de mãe terra</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>O dia teria sempre o amanhecer...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Entre o ontem e o amanhã...No agora!</strong></em></span></div><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><br /> </p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-8842575910455086943?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-36432294382409406452008-06-11T22:33:00.001+01:002008-06-11T23:39:55.993+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SFBTCs6kdfI/AAAAAAAABa8/xuxIsmWd38k/s1600-h/cheio+de+azul.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210756074749326834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SFBTCs6kdfI/AAAAAAAABa8/xuxIsmWd38k/s400/cheio+de+azul.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>...Em pedacinhos de tempo...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>Aprendo-te um a um, na ponta dos dedos</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>Depois...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>Largo-te ao vento e guardo um somente...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>Para que me caminhes a pele a Alma...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>...O todo de nós!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>(Vem!)</strong></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-3643229438240940645?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-40855405409827520722008-06-04T17:59:00.004+01:002008-06-04T18:05:55.239+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SEbKTkeSPiI/AAAAAAAABas/ucnOnLPnoSA/s1600-h/Brita+Seifert-+falling+angel.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208072456657583650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SEbKTkeSPiI/AAAAAAAABas/ucnOnLPnoSA/s400/Brita+Seifert-+falling+angel.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...Deixa-se adormecer por momentos...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Voa comigo...Leva-me</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Para lá da sétima onda de prazer...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>E o sétimo céu de azuis...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Alimenta-me na música que geme...</strong></em></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-4085540540982752072?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-2958251445418118212008-06-02T22:44:00.004+01:002008-06-02T22:52:37.175+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SERqWEeSPgI/AAAAAAAABac/Zoq7FsY6at4/s1600-h/sonhos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207403996537568770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="190" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SERqWEeSPgI/AAAAAAAABac/Zoq7FsY6at4/s400/sonhos.jpg" width="233" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...Ao alvorecer e o dia nasce manso...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>O pomar maduro do teu corpo</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Alimenta a minha pele de sabores exóticos...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...Reconheci-os na memória do tempo...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Quando? Não sei!</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Sei simplesmente que já foste a estrela...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Da minha pele...</strong></em></span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-295825144541811821?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-69867249492248226022008-05-28T22:59:00.006+01:002008-05-28T23:45:43.665+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SD3WDFaBiLI/AAAAAAAABaU/MZu32G5YuQY/s1600-h/sonho+de+olhar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205552092789442738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SD3WDFaBiLI/AAAAAAAABaU/MZu32G5YuQY/s400/sonho+de+olhar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>...Esse horizonte de cansaço</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>Dos meus lábios colhe...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>O beijo repousado</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>Saboreia a compota de amoras</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>Que acabei de fazer...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>E deixa que o Verão nasça</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>No teu olhar...</em></strong></span></div><p align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;"><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></strong></span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><p align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;"><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></strong></span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><p align="center"><br /></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-6986724949224822602?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-70129650183877826242008-05-26T21:14:00.003+01:002008-05-26T21:24:43.835+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SDrUGlaBiJI/AAAAAAAABaE/QsH1kEMS2Oc/s1600-h/sonho-te.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204705528965597330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SDrUGlaBiJI/AAAAAAAABaE/QsH1kEMS2Oc/s400/sonho-te.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><br /> </p><p align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...Roubar a Primavera da tua pele...<br />Despir-te completamente!<br />E em troca...<br />Oferecer-te cerejas por colher<br />No pomar da minha boca!</strong></em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><br /> </p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-7012965018387782624?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-75346207378808144712008-05-20T18:46:00.005+01:002008-05-20T18:57:07.483+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SDMO7k1mAoI/AAAAAAAABZc/YmsA4FZYU1s/s1600-h/pensando.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202518411206591106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="261" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SDMO7k1mAoI/AAAAAAAABZc/YmsA4FZYU1s/s400/pensando.jpg" width="332" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em>...Nas águas de nós...</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em>Ali ao lado, caminham gaivotas...</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em>A maresia cheira-me a saudades tuas...</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em>Que se desfazem na areia em </em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em>Espuma de intenso branco</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em>Vejo os nossos desejos colados </em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em>Na transparência das águas...</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em>Ai! Como eu quero ser gota do teu orvalho!</em></span></strong></div><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"><em></em></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"><em></em></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"><br /><em></em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-7534620737880814471?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-58118002393688418482008-05-07T19:55:00.005+01:002008-05-07T20:03:14.717+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SCH7c943r4I/AAAAAAAABY8/VMAWpMlBSFU/s1600-h/thinking.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197711920030265218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="257" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SCH7c943r4I/AAAAAAAABY8/VMAWpMlBSFU/s400/thinking.jpg" width="336" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...Quase morri de tristeza...<br />Confusa...<br />Perdida...<br />Esperando que uma estrela desça até mim<br />E me lamba este sabor a veneno de saudade<br />Que a manhã acorda na minha boca!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></strong></em></span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><p align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;"><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em></span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><p align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-5811800239368841848?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-48927014739147551992008-04-23T22:34:00.005+01:002008-04-23T22:44:25.644+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SA-shx4DgQI/AAAAAAAABYc/cEDCmNy0Nb8/s1600-h/procuro.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192558591705579778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="331" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SA-shx4DgQI/AAAAAAAABYc/cEDCmNy0Nb8/s400/procuro.jpg" width="299" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...Minha estrela! A tua saudade...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Acompanha-me nos caminhos do luar</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Nos trilhos da Lua...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Na rosa dos ventos do Oceano...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Na gaivota que sobrevoa as mãos</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Ausentes de ti...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>(You are my star!)</strong></em></span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-4892701473914755199?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-50229655754088997262008-04-15T22:49:00.004+01:002008-04-15T23:46:10.110+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SAUuem7Un_I/AAAAAAAABX0/H_DHi1ohm2M/s1600-h/Eric+Kellerman.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189605248994680818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/SAUuem7Un_I/AAAAAAAABX0/H_DHi1ohm2M/s400/Eric+Kellerman.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...A tua noite inteira...</strong></em></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Vejo-me deitada nela, junto a ti</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>No silêncio do teu corpo</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Oiço o vento arranhando palavras</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Nas vidraças da saudade...</strong></em></span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-5022965575408899726?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-35547916381364107462008-04-10T19:07:00.004+01:002008-05-06T15:20:08.855+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R_5X7Jn2DTI/AAAAAAAABXs/dvTWMt17YGg/s1600-h/espiral.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187680494484327730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R_5X7Jn2DTI/AAAAAAAABXs/dvTWMt17YGg/s400/espiral.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...Eu danço pelas nuvens da eternidade</strong></em></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Até que os teus braços me amem...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Danço-te no corpo do tango...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Na pele sedosa de uma valsa...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Danço o mel da tua boca até que Ravel</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Desce sobre nós o véu do bolero!</strong></em></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-3554791638136410746?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-84363905056465498362008-04-01T17:20:00.005+01:002008-04-01T17:27:36.411+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R_JhVBEC8MI/AAAAAAAABVA/r-ZtE_RBzIM/s1600-h/navegando.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184313134747414722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R_JhVBEC8MI/AAAAAAAABVA/r-ZtE_RBzIM/s400/navegando.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>...(Teus) dedos falam-me de segredos por desvendar...<br />Tocam-me em abraços de namoro<br />Como se fosses a beira-mar do meu destino<br />Leva-me nos teus olhos a navegar sem rumo<br />Deixa-me aprender a tua estrela...<br />E ensina-me o teu porto de abrigo.</strong></span></em></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-8436390505646549836?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-33564087969854555102008-03-28T20:36:00.003Z2008-03-28T20:53:27.266Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R-1XUhEC8JI/AAAAAAAABUo/x24eGEl3dz4/s1600-h/Em+ti.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182894756157649042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="206" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R-1XUhEC8JI/AAAAAAAABUo/x24eGEl3dz4/s400/Em+ti.jpg" width="324" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...Sabe o teu nome, desenha-te...<br />Traço a traço, até que cai de cansaço<br />E se aquieta, quase dormente<br />Reinventa-se no sono<br />No tecto da noite...<br />O meu sonho, conhece-te!<br /></strong></em></span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-3356408796985455510?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-42988155442694779612008-03-24T22:01:00.000Z2008-03-24T22:10:52.883Z<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R-gPTREC8II/AAAAAAAABUg/3L9FAbavLlI/s1600-h/desejo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181408194962059394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R-gPTREC8II/AAAAAAAABUg/3L9FAbavLlI/s400/desejo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...A minha estrela, o meu Sol...</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>O mar da minha maré de desejo</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Que me provoca quereres...</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Dia após dia, noite após noite</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Não importa como...Ou quando</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Desde que o sejas sempre!</strong></em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-4298815544269477961?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-86228158678285264092008-03-19T20:43:00.003Z2008-03-19T20:49:31.071Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R-F7WREC8FI/AAAAAAAABUI/AVgKmpAoD30/s1600-h/no+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179556668920492114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R-F7WREC8FI/AAAAAAAABUI/AVgKmpAoD30/s400/no+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...Estrela que nós tocámos</strong></em></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Quando a noite abraçou os dois</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>E a lua e o luar dançaram...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>(Lembras?)</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Continua sem nome, lá longe</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Naquela constelação de marés...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Deixo-te um mar de Tudo ou Nada...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>(Escolhe!)</strong></em></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-8622815867828526409?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-60286400963608372582008-03-17T19:06:00.000Z2008-03-17T19:08:51.792Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R9uzH6FqD3I/AAAAAAAABT4/cV2_ON_PcjY/s1600-h/Brita+Seifert+(nightwish2).gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177929145025957746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R9uzH6FqD3I/AAAAAAAABT4/cV2_ON_PcjY/s400/Brita+Seifert+(nightwish2).gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /> </div><div> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>...Com essa tempestade-mar...<br />Ao fazeres-me sentir a fúria selvagem<br />Da tua lenta ondulação...<br />...Que se deixa ir areal dentro<br />Enrolado em espasmos de amor.<br />(Desafia-me ainda mais!)<br /><br /></em></strong></span> </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-6028640096360837258?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-88773960631199168152008-03-11T18:53:00.004Z2008-03-11T20:15:33.393Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R9bV7KFqDyI/AAAAAAAABTQ/7vPwqt2N96w/s1600-h/Helen+Bryan+(submerge).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176560034006044450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R9bV7KFqDyI/AAAAAAAABTQ/7vPwqt2N96w/s400/Helen+Bryan+(submerge).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...Algures uma ilha...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Em que a terra se perde entre o silêncio</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>E as palavras que vêm do mar...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Devorando o sal das tempestades</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>E descobrindo a terra prometida...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>(Que é o chão do teu corpo)</strong></em></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-8877396063119916815?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-45804421265680294422008-03-03T19:05:00.005Z2008-03-03T19:13:01.416Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R8xMhHLQ2pI/AAAAAAAABSw/nQYNLbF47zg/s1600-h/couple.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173594203687541394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R8xMhHLQ2pI/AAAAAAAABSw/nQYNLbF47zg/s400/couple.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong></strong></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong></strong></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>...Procuram-te! Sem ti ficam vazios... </strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>Perdidos entre o dia e a noite. </strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>Tu és o ponto de partida...O seu porto de abrigo </strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>Precisam das tuas asas... </strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>Ou que me lambas a ferida da asa partida...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> </strong></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-4580442126568029442?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-40288958984363205472008-02-27T23:13:00.002Z2008-02-27T23:20:44.913Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R8XvLYIx8oI/AAAAAAAABRo/15p8Ckf9Cso/s1600-h/David+Swanson+(cold+ice).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171802725841760898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R8XvLYIx8oI/AAAAAAAABRo/15p8Ckf9Cso/s400/David+Swanson+(cold+ice).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...Desce no seu manto de luto<br />E chora-te baixinho...<br />Ela conhece de olhos fechados<br />As sombras do teu luar<br />...Recordo as palavras...Os parágrafos<br />Que os teus dedos murmuram em mim...<br />(Só a noite te conhece!)<br /></strong></em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-4028895898436320547?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-44868511629890343802008-02-22T20:19:00.002Z2008-02-22T20:25:41.127Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R78utYIx8iI/AAAAAAAABQ4/-OHej1FZWTA/s1600-h/abra%C3%A7o.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169902254352888354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="330" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R78utYIx8iI/AAAAAAAABQ4/-OHej1FZWTA/s400/abra%C3%A7o.jpg" width="234" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...Causam-me vertigens<br />Deixam-me de joelhos fechados<br />(impedida de voar)<br />As dúvidas vestem-me a língua<br />De uma calma (quase segura)<br />E trazem-me a garganta molhada<br />De saberes...<br /><br /></strong></em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-4486851162989034380?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-43921034444008255682008-02-18T18:35:00.002Z2008-02-18T18:43:57.144Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R7nQ44Ix8gI/AAAAAAAABQo/FVLFlkDZbmg/s1600-h/toca-me.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168391722944819714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R7nQ44Ix8gI/AAAAAAAABQo/FVLFlkDZbmg/s400/toca-me.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#33ccff;"><em>...Não me procures os silêncios<br />Nem a cor transparente da poesia...<br />Hoje...Fico por aqui ou por ali<br />Tranquilamente...<br />A olhar as gotas de céu que bailam<br />Uma melodia azul com o vento e caem<br />Exaustas pelo chão da tarde...<br /><br /></em></span><br /><br /></span></strong><br /><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-4392103444400825568?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-52854229303759804272008-02-11T21:22:00.000Z2008-02-11T21:39:23.045Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R7C8z4Ix8eI/AAAAAAAABQY/ozLQHLopw0c/s1600-h/um+sonho.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165836372022522338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="283" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R7C8z4Ix8eI/AAAAAAAABQY/ozLQHLopw0c/s400/um+sonho.jpg" width="332" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...Escreves-me palavras de água...<br />Quase tas oiço na voz do silêncio...<br />Fui até ao mar (procurá-las)<br />Na esperança que as escondesses<br />Entre as dunas e a "terra nova"...<br />...(Mas, estavam no infinito de ti!)<br /></strong></em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-5285422930375980427?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-2526768821030203412008-02-06T19:11:00.000Z2008-02-06T19:50:08.283Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R6oIfMrjPVI/AAAAAAAABPo/AitaAj19tKE/s1600-h/night_fallsIII_by_sotoxic.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163949254806551890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="339" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R6oIfMrjPVI/AAAAAAAABPo/AitaAj19tKE/s400/night_fallsIII_by_sotoxic.jpg" width="250" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...Um sonho ao compasso do coração...<br />Mágica fantasia da noite...<br />Voando até ao fascínio de ser dia<br />(guardei o sonho no olhar...e em troca)<br />Solto um beijo que te procura<br />Pelas estradas da vida...<br /><br /></strong></em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-252676882103020341?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-86110513867712360602008-01-30T22:14:00.000Z2008-01-30T22:22:14.127Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R6D3YMrjPSI/AAAAAAAABPQ/-TRI3F4UgD8/s1600-h/pegadas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161397168059399458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="224" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R6D3YMrjPSI/AAAAAAAABPQ/-TRI3F4UgD8/s400/pegadas.jpg" width="177" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /> <span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...Dançando entre espumas de mar<br />Ao som escaldante do Sol...<br />...Lambendo a areia<br />Sigo pegadas (as tuas?!)<br />É para o aconchego da tua maré<br />Que caminho...<br /></strong></em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-8611051386771236060?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-61801371264331841692008-01-28T21:06:00.000Z2008-01-28T21:11:51.963Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R55EG8rjPQI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZnmBqtpqwBc/s1600-h/beijoooooooo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160637109171862786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R55EG8rjPQI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZnmBqtpqwBc/s400/beijoooooooo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...A tangente da tua insónia<br />E procuro o cateto da hipotenusa<br />...Dos teus abraços...<br />Deito-me na área do teu círculo...<br />Apetece-me simplesmente...<br /><br /></strong></em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-6180137126433184169?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-28859997024770989302008-01-21T20:19:00.000Z2008-01-21T20:27:09.716Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R5T_ABDf_tI/AAAAAAAABOo/rsoRM7DkZwg/s1600-h/sperddiaolhar7eb1ky7so.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158027848994258642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="418" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R5T_ABDf_tI/AAAAAAAABOo/rsoRM7DkZwg/s400/sperddiaolhar7eb1ky7so.gif" width="281" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...Aprender a ler sorrisos...<br />Solitários, acompanhados, partilhados...<br />Aprender a escrita dos lábios...<br />E mais ainda, quando o sorriso inunda<br />A alma do olhar...<br /><br /></strong></em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-2885999702477098930?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-5917618744664043752008-01-16T22:27:00.000Z2008-01-16T22:40:53.946Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R46G3hDf_sI/AAAAAAAABOg/RtAKYz8Pq7A/s1600-h/na+tua+nudez.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156206911709773506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R46G3hDf_sI/AAAAAAAABOg/RtAKYz8Pq7A/s400/na+tua+nudez.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...Que poderia inventar cores...<br />E até ousar traçar linhas fora do conhecimento...<br />A verdade é que a fogueira do gostar-te<br />Arde mais nos teus braços...<br />Na mansidão de te querer luz do meu coração!<br /><br /><br /></strong></em></span><br /><br /><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-591761874466404375?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-58001997369152021002008-01-14T21:06:00.000Z2008-01-14T23:11:23.165Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R4vrXRDf_pI/AAAAAAAABOI/rNGVegk0TaQ/s1600-h/Brita+Seifert+(passion-mittel).gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155472983403265682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R4vrXRDf_pI/AAAAAAAABOI/rNGVegk0TaQ/s400/Brita+Seifert+(passion-mittel).gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R4vrNRDf_oI/AAAAAAAABOA/0W7sxkc7QN0/s1600-h/Brita+Seifert-passion.jpg"></a><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong><br />...Este sonho nu...<br />De velas transparentes a arder<br />Pele gemendo...<br />Misturada com o perfume de pétalas<br />De transpiração urgente...<br />(Ao som de "Bolero"?)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></strong></em></span><br /> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R4vrNRDf_oI/AAAAAAAABOA/0W7sxkc7QN0/s1600-h/Brita+Seifert-passion.jpg"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-5800199736915202100?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-11230125860268798392008-01-07T19:39:00.000Z2008-01-08T19:49:36.509Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R4PSyhDf_lI/AAAAAAAABNo/CTRX20mD50w/s1600-h/schel.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153194163950321234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R4PSyhDf_lI/AAAAAAAABNo/CTRX20mD50w/s400/schel.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R4PSgxDf_kI/AAAAAAAABNg/kzoZPUb9Vwc/s1600-h/sou.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div align="center"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...Da nossa concha...</strong></em></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>De a olhar...Aprender-lhe os gestos</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>O sabor a mar e o tempo de areia...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>É o Ano de a abraçarmos...Juntos!<br /><br /><br /></strong></em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> </div><div> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-1123012586026879839?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-80957296348181133452007-12-26T18:31:00.000Z2007-12-26T18:55:36.403Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R3KexBDf_dI/AAAAAAAABMo/DRgo8kudpH8/s1600-h/natalicia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148351888971791826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R3KexBDf_dI/AAAAAAAABMo/DRgo8kudpH8/s400/natalicia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...São quentes e doces flocos...<br />...Serão de neve?! Ou serão...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong> Flocos de pensamentos?!<br />Um sonho de neve, desfaz-se ao cair no chão...<br />(prefiro pedacinhos da tua Alma, "grande").<br /><br /><br /></strong></em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-8095729634818113345?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-43019078351321064942007-12-18T13:54:00.000Z2007-12-18T14:00:10.523Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R2fRTxDf_RI/AAAAAAAABLI/KOuMpr3a9CE/s1600-h/Walter%2520BOSQUE%2520-%2520gomo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145311236809817362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R2fRTxDf_RI/AAAAAAAABLI/KOuMpr3a9CE/s400/Walter%2520BOSQUE%2520-%2520gomo.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...Desse misturar de cores e sabores...<br />Sentir-me cereja num ramo de laranjeira<br />E colocar uma laranja<br />...Algures na cerejeira...Agrada-me!<br /><br /></strong></em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-4301907835132106494?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-79187036331661901282007-12-03T20:37:00.000Z2007-12-04T21:34:38.895Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R1Rp5r-QMWI/AAAAAAAABKo/dqTOFJY4lYc/s1600-R/do+amor.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139849514513871202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/R1Rp5r-QMWI/AAAAAAAABKo/1UHQOB-KBo0/s400/do+amor.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><br /><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...Este desejo à solta que me percorre o corpo..<br />Invento horas, marés e solfejos...<br />Até te abraçar...Mas, coração de luz...<br />Quando o fizeres...</strong></em></span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Não vais mais partir de Mim!</strong></em></span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></p><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-7918703633166190128?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-7190460231051022212007-11-12T19:56:00.000Z2007-11-12T20:04:00.387Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Rziw0zvkFXI/AAAAAAAABJw/PLiXVwpkke0/s1600-h/sonho+de+olhar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132046196678071666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Rziw0zvkFXI/AAAAAAAABJw/PLiXVwpkke0/s400/sonho+de+olhar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...A janela que se abre...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Voando, um sonho acaba de chegar</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...Era mar de espuma no areal...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Agora fez-se palavras e diz que</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>"Ama com todas as letras"</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-719046023105102221?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-34228396505908423422007-11-08T20:55:00.000Z2007-11-08T21:04:17.883Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RzN4QDvkFWI/AAAAAAAABJo/q7s_9H-eWoQ/s1600-h/Escha+van+den+Bogerd-Ameno.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130576617783170402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RzN4QDvkFWI/AAAAAAAABJo/q7s_9H-eWoQ/s400/Escha+van+den+Bogerd-Ameno.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...Nos meus dias pela janela da alma...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>E ao mar, aquele a que grito o teu olá...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Eu conto segredos, de como tu entras</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Nas noites do meu corpo... </strong></em></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span> </p><p><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong> </p><p><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong> </p><p><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong> </p><p><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong> </p><p><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong> </p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong> </p><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /></div></strong></em></span><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;"><em></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-3422839650590842342?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-48215318774106754972007-11-06T20:23:00.000Z2007-11-07T02:54:05.606Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RzEorND9xcI/AAAAAAAABJg/zireup986U0/s1600-h/David+Joaquin+(night+moon).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129926173257483714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RzEorND9xcI/AAAAAAAABJg/zireup986U0/s400/David+Joaquin+(night+moon).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RxZhxH5BPgI/AAAAAAAABGg/dDk2M2l3K-4/s1600-h/caminhante.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>...As luas doces de Verão...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>E tu por onde andaste?</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>(Por caminhos em que a poeira</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>Me fez perder de ti?)</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>Quanto de mim o Sol te faz recordar!</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-4821531877410675497?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-54886630285165867622007-10-31T20:45:00.000Z2007-10-31T18:23:38.787Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RyT1U3D7HfI/AAAAAAAABIQ/k4QCrlSje-8/s1600-h/minha+escurid%C3%A3o.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126492014581063154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RyT1U3D7HfI/AAAAAAAABIQ/k4QCrlSje-8/s400/minha+escurid%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">...Que outro tempo virá até ao fim dos<br />Tempos...<br />Nem sei se existirá um outro coração de luz<br />(além do que me bate no peito...)<br />No horizonte da minha escuridão...</span></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">(Tu?!)<br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-5488663028516586762?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-12428736347673882032007-10-29T19:25:00.000Z2007-10-29T19:33:12.801Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Rx9z6n5BPrI/AAAAAAAABH4/GoDn-r_88Qc/s1600-h/Lissa+hatcher+(sleep+to+dream).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124942351948660402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Rx9z6n5BPrI/AAAAAAAABH4/GoDn-r_88Qc/s400/Lissa+hatcher+(sleep+to+dream).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong><br />...E tu não estavas...<br />Procurei nos dias e nas noites<br />...Nas ruas e nos olhares<br />Desvaneceste!<br />Sabes por que janelas me perdeste? </strong></em></span></div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></p><p><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></p></strong></em></span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /></strong></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-1242873634767388203?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-34441071278924510152007-10-22T15:57:00.001+01:002007-10-22T16:03:34.387+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Rxy6hn5BPlI/AAAAAAAABHI/A5o3ioV6ZaE/s1600-h/Zzepda_suspiro.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124175562847370834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 421px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="410" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Rxy6hn5BPlI/AAAAAAAABHI/A5o3ioV6ZaE/s400/Zzepda_suspiro.jpg" width="251" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong><br /><br />...Serás tu o meu caminho?<br />Ou serás somente uma encruzilhada...<br />(Pedaços de noites que nunca serão Lua)<br />...Quem serei eu, quando chegar até ti?</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Serei Mulher, só isso sei!<br /><br /><br /><br /></strong></em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-3444107127892451015?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-91574661427726692112007-10-17T20:17:00.000+01:002007-10-17T20:22:16.875+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RxTWLH5BPfI/AAAAAAAABGY/N-BePemuM-c/s1600-h/calmamente.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121954162812206578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 371px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="341" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RxTWLH5BPfI/AAAAAAAABGY/N-BePemuM-c/s400/calmamente.jpg" width="278" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>...Os teus dedos sedentos<br />Apressadamente me despem...<br />Falam-me de viagens adiadas...<br />Mais tarde quando o teu olhar me veste<br />Partilha viagens só nossas...<br /><br /></strong></span><br /><br /></em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-9157466142772669211?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-64829710180336008992007-10-15T22:37:00.000+01:002007-10-15T23:14:13.503+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RwqONU9ff7I/AAAAAAAABF4/vFLYArxVI54/s1600-h/navega.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119060286076059570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RwqONU9ff7I/AAAAAAAABF4/vFLYArxVI54/s400/navega.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...Por quem quero navegar<br />Lá na doce voz de algum mar<br />Sangue e sal em movimento...<br />Que desenho em ascendente tela</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Ondulando...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></strong></em></span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-6482971018033600899?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-8252415221106378702007-10-09T12:40:00.000+01:002007-10-09T12:32:54.556+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RwqIPE9ff6I/AAAAAAAABFw/FCxFniqhhtU/s1600-h/Haleh+Bryant+(pearls).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119053719071063970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RwqIPE9ff6I/AAAAAAAABFw/FCxFniqhhtU/s400/Haleh+Bryant+(pearls).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>...Vou lembrando os sonhos...<br />Pérola a pérola em redor do leito<br />Ai se o sonho acabar com o cair das folhas...<br />Resta-me o colar que desenhei...</em></strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>(e o grito!) </em></strong></span></span></div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></span><br /><p><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em> </p><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /></em></strong></span><br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-825241522110637870?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-31059793210283959322007-10-03T13:43:00.000+01:002007-10-03T14:17:04.269+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Ru6T0z4vY9I/AAAAAAAABEg/iUDJBptPzb4/s1600-h/Rob+Gibb+(imagining).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111185162602767314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="340" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Ru6T0z4vY9I/AAAAAAAABEg/iUDJBptPzb4/s400/Rob+Gibb+(imagining).jpg" width="313" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"><strong><em></em></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"><strong><em></em></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"><strong><em></em></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"><strong><em>...Eu sei que me sentes...<br />Que me adivinhas as noites...<br />Que a tua pele treme ao pensar na minha...<br />(Imagino as gotas do teu orvalho)<br /><br /><br /></em></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-3105979321028395932?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-18436648988708005382007-09-18T20:01:00.000+01:002007-09-18T20:09:42.020+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Ru6XPz4vY-I/AAAAAAAABEo/GN-ibeItpJI/s1600-h/Bert%2520Hanekamp.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111188924994118626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Ru6XPz4vY-I/AAAAAAAABEo/GN-ibeItpJI/s400/Bert%2520Hanekamp.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;">...Um mundo só meu...<br />Um mundo em que tu existes<br />Em que a leveza dos teus dedos...<br />Me dá asas para iniciar o voo...<br /><br /><br /></span><br /></em></strong></span><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-1843664898870800538?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-87811191304566032242007-09-05T20:59:00.000+01:002007-09-05T21:52:40.371+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Rt8VQuCHqNI/AAAAAAAABEQ/PyzdeTriTlw/s1600-h/Haleh+Bryan+(blues).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106823879440443602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Rt8VQuCHqNI/AAAAAAAABEQ/PyzdeTriTlw/s400/Haleh+Bryan+(blues).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">...Oiço o quanto me sentes a falta...<br />Corro para ti devagar<br />E no abraço da noite, aprendo-te<br />Os contornos dos dias...<br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-8781119130456603224?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-42529227983809149992007-09-03T15:09:00.000+01:002007-09-18T11:40:46.246+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RtwVvuCHqDI/AAAAAAAABC0/nNVJ88e8fXc/s1600-h/Torsten_Brandt-010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105979987086256178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="288" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RtwVvuCHqDI/AAAAAAAABC0/nNVJ88e8fXc/s400/Torsten_Brandt-010.jpg" width="415" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;">...Que aconteças em cada pedacinho de mim<br />Que me sintas no teu olhar...<br />Que o fim da minha saudade, seja o princípio de ti...<br />Quero-te muito!</span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></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/29898540-4252922798380914999?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-82803309778819827182007-08-21T20:23:00.000+01:002007-08-21T20:10:28.763+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RpoK7QadtoI/AAAAAAAAA-U/K6Fn8OVWGoo/s1600-h/Brita+Seifert+nightwish2.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087390742202922626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="429" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RpoK7QadtoI/AAAAAAAAA-U/K6Fn8OVWGoo/s400/Brita+Seifert+nightwish2.gif" width="311" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...Eu sei que visitas o bater do meu coração...<br />Nas tuas noites de insónia...<br />Será que tu sabes?<br />Que a minha mão te abre a porta...</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-8280330977881982718?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-49740106509083003182007-07-25T12:20:00.000+01:002007-07-26T19:10:26.394+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RpIaEKTUz8I/AAAAAAAAA5A/gImFozjYHgA/s1600-h/jarro.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085155588041920450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 433px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 411px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="375" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RpIaEKTUz8I/AAAAAAAAA5A/gImFozjYHgA/s400/jarro.jpg" width="412" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>...Que me encontras se quiseres...<br />No desfiladeiro do tempo<br />Onde os sorrisos se multiplicam...<br />E a alma se veste de pétalas de azul</em></strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>Quando se partilha...<br /><br /></em><br /><br /></strong></span><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-4974010650908300318?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-87694360560336511242007-07-18T20:53:00.000+01:002007-07-19T12:38:55.145+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RogwnqTUzpI/AAAAAAAAA2A/c89zGaJPKM8/s1600-h/Martin+Saura+(cloud+partner).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082365637415980690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 456px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="430" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RogwnqTUzpI/AAAAAAAAA2A/c89zGaJPKM8/s400/Martin+Saura+(cloud+partner).jpg" width="300" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...São imensas as palavras ditas ao vento...<br />Na leveza de algodão doce...<br />Outras são um chicote meigo...<br />Qual carimbo de ilusões...<br /></strong></em></span><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-8769436056033651124?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-26866170095176555462007-07-11T19:46:00.000+01:002007-07-11T19:50:43.937+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RpUlrqTU0UI/AAAAAAAAA84/nST7hfSpxOA/s1600-h/moonlightk.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086012786204791106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RpUlrqTU0UI/AAAAAAAAA84/nST7hfSpxOA/s400/moonlightk.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">...É mínimo o espaço entre...<br />O gesto de partir e o olhar do regresso...<br />Descanso-me em ambos...<br />Corpo e alma de ti...<br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /></strong></em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-2686617009517655546?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-70324752628497950182007-07-09T12:49:00.000+01:002007-07-11T19:51:28.182+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RoxOdKTUzyI/AAAAAAAAA3c/AusE9u7Uzvc/s1600-h/fineart_012-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083524342283030306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="400" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RoxOdKTUzyI/AAAAAAAAA3c/AusE9u7Uzvc/s400/fineart_012-2.jpg" width="316" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>...Sorri a um sonho que me cabe nos olhos...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>Respondeu-me sussurrando...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>Que o meu olhar é maior que o sonho...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>Por isso é o maior sonho possível.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong></strong></span></span></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-7032475262849795018?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-2484119841779118672007-07-02T20:45:00.000+01:002007-07-03T20:52:09.223+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RogzPqTUzsI/AAAAAAAAA2c/Y-qGtFl6zRg/s1600-h/na%2Bmargem.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082368523634003650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RogzPqTUzsI/AAAAAAAAA2c/Y-qGtFl6zRg/s400/na%2Bmargem.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">...Eu sou o Tudo ou talvez não...<br />Nunca sendo o nada! </span></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">Quero-te todo?<br />Uma gota a menos...é nada!<br />Faço tão pouco do nada!<br /><br /><br /></span><br /></strong></em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-248411984177911867?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-73906434500122417642007-06-27T12:01:00.000+01:002007-06-27T13:13:46.516+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RoJDfKTUzgI/AAAAAAAAA0U/9F0a2iatN1w/s1600-h/buzio.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080697532247756290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 444px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="349" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RoJDfKTUzgI/AAAAAAAAA0U/9F0a2iatN1w/s400/buzio.jpg" width="254" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>...Que bom seria pegar no búzio ali à beirinha...<br />pintado de azuis de mar...e ouvir-lhe<br />...os teus segredos...<br />Depois abraçá-lo no silêncio das águas<br />Que namoram, lá bem no fundo de ti...<br /><br /><br /></em></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-7390643450012241764?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-40299094184450259362007-06-20T23:42:00.000+01:002007-06-27T13:12:39.843+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Rnmtff9l6sI/AAAAAAAAAyk/oS77ftZvf6E/s1600-h/LUa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078280811504331458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 417px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="387" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Rnmtff9l6sI/AAAAAAAAAyk/oS77ftZvf6E/s400/LUa.jpg" width="353" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>...É a nossa Lua e o nosso mar...<br />Feitiço dela ou dele, não sei...<br />Só sei que quando a hora da partida se anuncia...<br />O corpo vai, mas, o coração diz: (fico-me!)...<br /><br /><br /></em></strong></span><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-4029909418445025936?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-16592592526759511122007-06-18T13:06:00.000+01:002007-06-27T13:15:26.893+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RoJSxaTUziI/AAAAAAAAA0k/HgAvBTPcASk/s1600-h/bishoujo4%252B4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080714338454785570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RoJSxaTUziI/AAAAAAAAA0k/HgAvBTPcASk/s400/bishoujo4%252B4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong>...Pensei-te durante um ano...<br />Pensei-te de manhã, à tarde...Ao Sol e à Lua!<br />Hoje decidi...Esquecer-me<br />Olhar o horizonte e voar por outros "azuis"<br /><br /><br /></strong><br /></span></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-1659259252675951112?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-11027645598318732512007-06-08T14:03:00.000+01:002007-06-08T14:08:01.097+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RmlTqP9l6iI/AAAAAAAAAxI/lK_Qy5or3Xk/s1600-h/Stefan+Hadzi+blue+morning.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073678440514054690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 423px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="400" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RmlTqP9l6iI/AAAAAAAAAxI/lK_Qy5or3Xk/s400/Stefan+Hadzi+blue+morning.jpg" width="174" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">...O teu cheiro num minuto e meio...<br />Numa hora e meia...Beijar-te<br />Um dia e meio para te Amar...<br />Em todos as meias noites de um ano e meio<br />E continuo à tua espera faz uma vida e meia.<br /><br /></span><br /></strong></em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-1102764559831873251?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-61751609941313348292007-05-25T21:41:00.000+01:002007-05-25T21:44:45.304+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RldKMcfQhXI/AAAAAAAAAug/zpGwHL7nDo0/s1600-h/vem+a+luz.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068601483294967154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 509px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="344" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RldKMcfQhXI/AAAAAAAAAug/zpGwHL7nDo0/s400/vem+a+luz.jpg" width="274" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>...Sinto-te na ausência das palavras<br />E na resistência de escrever ao coração...<br />E mesmo assim, recebo o teu recado de Luz<br />Em lábios de silêncio.<br /><br /><br /></strong></em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-6175160994131334829?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-1418813499637240762007-05-22T21:07:00.000+01:002007-05-22T21:13:03.034+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RlNNqcfQhSI/AAAAAAAAAt0/GIhBPh8QMlY/s1600-h/Adri+Berger+(body).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067479397319083298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RlNNqcfQhSI/AAAAAAAAAt0/GIhBPh8QMlY/s400/Adri+Berger+(body).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em><br />...Esta noite chamaste-me para o teu sonho...<br />Sabes? Porque não apareci...<br />Porque adormeceste com os meus olhos<br />Fechados na tua mão...<br />E de manhã, acordei com olhos de água...<br /><br /></em></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-141881349963724076?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-53059631595893480632007-05-16T21:01:00.000+01:002007-05-16T21:04:35.284+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RktjNcfQhBI/AAAAAAAAArg/NtH-6NgX-Ps/s1600-h/amando.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065251288545002514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 369px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="268" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RktjNcfQhBI/AAAAAAAAArg/NtH-6NgX-Ps/s400/amando.jpg" width="359" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;">...Metade do meu sonho, és tu...<br />Metade do teu, sou eu...<br />E a sensação de que estamos para acontecer<br />A qualquer momento...<br />É o todo de nós dois!<br /><br /></span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-5305963159589348063?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-89843904467505937172007-05-09T21:38:00.000+01:002007-05-09T21:40:58.887+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RkIxd2wIagI/AAAAAAAAAqk/V9UwDY8ic7s/s1600-h/amorando.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062663320101218818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="423" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RkIxd2wIagI/AAAAAAAAAqk/V9UwDY8ic7s/s400/amorando.jpg" width="351" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;">...Não conheço o ritmo do teu coração...<br />Mas sei que ele desenha melodias...<br />Em compassos, ora lentos, ora rápidos<br />Que vamos dançar...Os dois.</span></em></strong></span></div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></span><br /><p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"> </p><div align="center"><br /><br /></span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /></span><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-8984390446750593717?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-56500326466117395002007-05-02T19:59:00.000+01:002007-05-02T20:02:36.031+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RjjfiWwIaGI/AAAAAAAAAnA/gTVs0WIuG3I/s1600-h/asas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060039962666756194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="266" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RjjfiWwIaGI/AAAAAAAAAnA/gTVs0WIuG3I/s400/asas.jpg" width="378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"><em><br /></em></span></strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">...Os meus cinco sentidos...<br />Só se equilibram...<br />Quando juntos aos teus sentidos, também...<br />Aí ganham asas...<br />E voam para lá de nós.<br /><br /><br /></span></strong><br /><br /></em></span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-5650032646611739500?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-12129580527811399332007-04-27T18:02:00.000+01:002007-04-27T18:09:19.697+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RjIszmwIZ5I/AAAAAAAAAlU/dEcjFTunIgM/s1600-h/Jeff%2520Dunas%2520-%2520Blue%2520series.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058154596577863570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RjIszmwIZ5I/AAAAAAAAAlU/dEcjFTunIgM/s400/Jeff%2520Dunas%2520-%2520Blue%2520series.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />...Sinto-te na noite...<br />Como se fosse um pedacinho de ti...<br />E nas tuas asas me levasses a voar...<br />Até à tua serra de rosmaninho.<br /></span><br /></em></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-1212958052781139933?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-67390944288856567582007-04-24T18:27:00.000+01:002007-04-24T19:02:14.782+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Ri5EYbUULYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/1xCcpo2DATM/s1600-h/Brita+Seifert+(comodita).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057054618024160642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="424" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Ri5EYbUULYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/1xCcpo2DATM/s400/Brita+Seifert+(comodita).jpg" width="327" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>...Tento descobrir uma manhã</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>Que não chegue tarde...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>Uma pele que não se atrase...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>De morena...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>As tuas mãos cheias de pedacinhos meus.</em></strong></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-6739094428885656758?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-24844472005060114892007-04-19T15:49:00.000+01:002007-04-19T15:52:57.328+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RieBp7UULDI/AAAAAAAAAhU/vulGyMXg1vo/s1600-h/morango.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055151664044190770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="301" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RieBp7UULDI/AAAAAAAAAhU/vulGyMXg1vo/s400/morango.jpg" width="410" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><br />...<strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;">Fecho os olhos, e chega-me um sonho...<br />Creio ser teu, sim estou a falar de ti...</span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>(Eu sinto que estás aí...)<br />É uma sensação de sonho tão, mas tão<br />Azulinho...<br />Que até parece um moranguinho!<br /> </em></strong></span></div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em> </p><div align="center"><br /></em></strong></span><br /><br /><br /> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-2484447200506011489?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-79779059864574696952007-04-17T19:39:00.000+01:002007-04-17T19:40:47.373+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RiUUa5yyw_I/AAAAAAAAAgw/ZxRxVetXEdo/s1600-h/lagrima.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054468609216267250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 452px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="294" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RiUUa5yyw_I/AAAAAAAAAgw/ZxRxVetXEdo/s400/lagrima.jpg" width="418" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;">...Hoje cruzei-me com uma lágrima...<br />Que descia do olhar de uma criança, triste...<br />E de tão triste que estava, tinha um brilho tal...<br />Que o seu olhar me encandeou...<br />(Ai como quis ajudá-la...)<br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></em></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-7977905986457469695?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-15358511264253132462007-04-10T20:38:00.000+01:002007-04-10T20:35:10.789+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Rhkoi3HifYI/AAAAAAAAAfE/PjXNAMpRew4/s1600-h/cascata.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051113036448955778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 408px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Rhkoi3HifYI/AAAAAAAAAfE/PjXNAMpRew4/s400/cascata.jpg" width="256" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em><br />...Gosto deste gostar-te, com carinho...<br />Que desce até ao fundo de mim...<br />Até não haver mais de ti...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>E se deixa tranquilo descansar.<br /></em></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-1535851126425313246?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-30591203927604446032007-04-05T21:35:00.000+01:002007-04-05T21:38:13.464+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RhVdtHHifUI/AAAAAAAAAek/wNJeZfCmaUU/s1600-h/Paisagens%2520de%2520sonho1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050045586752044354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="316" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RhVdtHHifUI/AAAAAAAAAek/wNJeZfCmaUU/s400/Paisagens%2520de%2520sonho1.jpg" width="399" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"><br /></span></strong><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">...Das águas calmas e silenciosas<br />De dois ribeiros que se amam...<br />Nasce um mar de emoções coloridas...<br />Se não for poluído...continuará transparente!<br /></span><br /><br /></em></span></span></strong><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-3059120392760444603?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-75017735217491802472007-04-02T20:07:00.000+01:002007-04-02T20:10:19.732+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RhFUlOFWdsI/AAAAAAAAAeA/sz5UT0p5t28/s1600-h/sonhamos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048909655671469762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="305" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RhFUlOFWdsI/AAAAAAAAAeA/sz5UT0p5t28/s400/sonhamos.jpg" width="305" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">...Com o brilho do teu olhar...<br />Fiz um archote para me iluminar<br />Os dias e as noites...<br />Mantém a chama acesa!<br /><br /></span><br /><br /></span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-7501773521749180247?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-38902714666844515942007-03-22T20:07:00.000Z2007-03-22T20:11:11.207Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RgLiEen97AI/AAAAAAAAAcM/8XrUXIrI0Fg/s1600-h/s340x255.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044843099176430594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 421px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="255" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RgLiEen97AI/AAAAAAAAAcM/8XrUXIrI0Fg/s400/s340x255.jpg" width="388" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em><br /></em></strong></span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>...Onde estás tu?<br />Que renasces todas as manhãs...<br />No abraço de Luz, em que a Lua<br />Me beija, ali mesmo aos "pés do Sol"<br /><br /></em></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-3890271466684451594?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-68816151440595535542007-03-19T20:42:00.000Z2007-03-19T20:46:05.350Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Rf717TVrFZI/AAAAAAAAAbY/8YWL48ugv50/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043739031853798802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Rf717TVrFZI/AAAAAAAAAbY/8YWL48ugv50/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"><br /></span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">...Foste o meu anjo de Luz...<br />Ensinaste-me a ouvir o Sol<br />A falar com a Lua...a acariciar o Mar...<br />A brincar com a Terra...E sobretudo<br />Ensinaste-me a Amar, amando-me!<br />Abraço imenso para ti, Pai.<br /></span><br /></span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-6881615144059553554?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-90941898210707336232007-03-15T19:42:00.000Z2007-03-15T19:45:00.089Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Rfmh5wVYcXI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Mck3zRV9bJE/s1600-h/Antoine+de+Villiers.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042239271417180530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Rfmh5wVYcXI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Mck3zRV9bJE/s400/Antoine+de+Villiers.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ccff;">...Foi aqui que os nossos caminhos se cruzaram...<br />Aprendo o teu Amor...<br />Quando me amas...<br />Ensino-te a Amar...amando-te!<br /><br /></span></em></strong><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-9094189821070733623?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-46529518264607597122007-03-13T14:09:00.000Z2007-03-13T14:14:39.557Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RfawpwVYcHI/AAAAAAAAAYA/QiA6muiEzY4/s1600-h/alma+do+desejo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041411064283558002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RfawpwVYcHI/AAAAAAAAAYA/QiA6muiEzY4/s400/alma+do+desejo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>...O mar é tudo...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>O que sou e o que não sou!</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>Inunda-me a pele e enche-me a mão...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>Vou ser rio...de ti mar.</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"> </div><div></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </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/29898540-4652951826460759712?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-72532370822538203932007-03-06T20:09:00.000Z2007-03-13T14:15:19.827Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Re3Kf8MunZI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Sn9t-Tg7p6k/s1600-h/sunflower.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038906208181722514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="260" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Re3Kf8MunZI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Sn9t-Tg7p6k/s400/sunflower.jpg" width="309" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>...A ternura que plantas em mim<br />Faz crescer este jardim de girassóis!<br />Se as plantas não forem regadas...<br />Morrem...certo?<br /><br /></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /> </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/29898540-7253237082253820393?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-10019456014664824542007-02-26T19:54:00.000Z2007-02-26T20:02:59.047Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/ReM8VsKUHiI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Yh3d6rjQoQQ/s1600-h/butterfly-kiss.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035935151659687458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/ReM8VsKUHiI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Yh3d6rjQoQQ/s400/butterfly-kiss.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>...O teu pensamento é a ponte...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>Do rio imenso em que navegamos...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>Quando os teus lábios...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>Calam os meus...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span> </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-1001945601466482454?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-22407353456411115852007-02-21T16:45:00.000Z2007-02-26T20:05:45.547Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Rdx-F8KUHcI/AAAAAAAAATM/hA9yygZ-2o0/s1600-h/no+lago.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034037124007206338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Rdx-F8KUHcI/AAAAAAAAATM/hA9yygZ-2o0/s400/no+lago.jpg" width="337" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>...Procuro resposta para a forma que nos "amamos"</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>O tal mistério que encanta...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>Será que descobri a razão?</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>...Porque és tu e porque sou eu!</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-2240735345641111585?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-88920516491129329862007-02-15T18:00:00.001Z2007-03-13T14:18:36.516Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RdSfxlAKoxI/AAAAAAAAASM/qRYE7IzWsxg/s1600-h/rainbow.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031822357774902034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RdSfxlAKoxI/AAAAAAAAASM/qRYE7IzWsxg/s400/rainbow.jpg" width="340" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>...Ontem procurei palavras...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>Perdi-me por entre as mal-nascidas...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>Até que me ofereceste as tuas...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>De transparência iluminadas...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div></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/29898540-8892051649112932986?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-66286699860274683352007-02-07T12:21:00.000Z2007-02-12T19:29:36.001Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RcnEqQtPp2I/AAAAAAAAAQg/LZneSoeLqrs/s1600-h/caindo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028766689254156130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RcnEqQtPp2I/AAAAAAAAAQg/LZneSoeLqrs/s400/caindo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>...Parto do nada...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>Liberto o meu devaneio...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>E em galope desalmado chego ao tudo</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>De Nós!</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-6628669986027468335?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-17482020541397795882007-02-02T13:21:00.000Z2007-02-02T13:29:38.033Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RcM7ggtPpyI/AAAAAAAAAP0/moEHdI0wnDo/s1600-h/l%C3%A1grima+ao+vento.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026927038797162274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="288" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RcM7ggtPpyI/AAAAAAAAAP0/moEHdI0wnDo/s400/l%C3%A1grima+ao+vento.jpg" width="367" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>...Pinto a confiança em cores transparentes...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>Aqui e ali...decido deixar a tela em branco</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>Porque não suporto a cor das lágrimas...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>...Ao vento</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-1748202054139779588?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-21561096179095051032007-01-30T21:08:00.000Z2007-02-02T13:33:30.475Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Rb-0PjXY7wI/AAAAAAAAAPc/NMg-ErVL2WI/s1600-h/lembran%25E7a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025933888453144322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Rb-0PjXY7wI/AAAAAAAAAPc/NMg-ErVL2WI/s400/lembran%25E7a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><br /> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>...Descanso-me entre o tempo...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>E no tempo de hoje...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>Recordo o de ontem e sonho</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>Com o de amanhã...contigo?</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-2156109617909505103?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-86845371815931754432007-01-25T17:59:00.000Z2007-02-02T13:30:27.345Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RbjwEjXY7rI/AAAAAAAAAOo/6thrNj7od3A/s1600-h/a_rosini_589065_vetrograndeInsilenzionelblusito.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024029345335275186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RbjwEjXY7rI/AAAAAAAAAOo/6thrNj7od3A/s400/a_rosini_589065_vetrograndeInsilenzionelblusito.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>Tenho este pensamento na alma...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>Um sentir de mudança ...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>A viragem na direcção está escrita...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>Na palma da tua mão.</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-8684537181593175443?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-14227228466689277892007-01-23T12:35:00.000Z2007-02-02T13:31:02.715Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RbYM3DXY7mI/AAAAAAAAAN0/alFFYEOU3xc/s1600-h/apenas+um+sonho.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023216574314114658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/RbYM3DXY7mI/AAAAAAAAAN0/alFFYEOU3xc/s400/apenas+um+sonho.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>...Há dias em que o prazer de te saber...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>Se confunde...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>Com a realidade de te ouvir...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>E o vício de te Amar, nasceu de qual?</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-1422722846668927789?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898540.post-67054703392920315982007-01-19T16:08:00.000Z2007-02-02T13:35:11.317Z<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Ra7E2E_tFgI/AAAAAAAAANI/60qvN6P0c-k/s1600-h/feiticeira+da+lua.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021167067897599490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n6r2-je2u_E/Ra7E2E_tFgI/AAAAAAAAANI/60qvN6P0c-k/s400/feiticeira+da+lua.jpg" width="336" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>...Um dia destes...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>Supero-me na lógica do razoável</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>Subo até à Lua...e sento naquele pedacinho de queijo...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>E depois...bem, e depois desço-te!</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898540-6705470339292031598?l=pensamentosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Su@vissimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135965488518831586noreply@blogger.com4