tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18796270526711811322009-10-13T03:09:35.798+01:00Somos senhores das palavras que não pronunciamos mas escravos das que nos escapam.SelectorXrootlesShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17211503407724091315noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879627052671181132.post-82522433406198434882008-09-12T21:50:00.002+01:002008-09-12T22:02:33.591+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5WSkemovWs/SMrWwYiE6GI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Z_5tiQbmMXE/s1600-h/kica.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 519px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5WSkemovWs/SMrWwYiE6GI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Z_5tiQbmMXE/s400/kica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245240842733807714" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879627052671181132-8252243340619843488?l=timbredapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SelectorXrootlesShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17211503407724091315noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879627052671181132.post-35407428778226337262008-08-05T14:59:00.007+01:002008-08-17T13:05:16.844+01:00<div align="right"><pre style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; FONT-STYLE: normal; FONT-VARIANT: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normalfont-family:verdana;font-size:12px;" ><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I know a girl<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >She puts the colors inside of my world<br />But she's just like a maze<br />Where all of the walls all continually change<br />And I've done all I can<br />To stand on her steps with my heart in my hands<br />Now I'm starting to see<br />Maybe it's got nothing to do with me </span></span></pre><pre style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; FONT-STYLE: normal; FONT-VARIANT: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal" face="verdana" size="12px"> </pre></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879627052671181132-3540742877822633726?l=timbredapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SelectorXrootlesShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17211503407724091315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879627052671181132.post-29077027627520439442008-07-25T14:08:00.007+01:002008-07-25T14:26:14.474+01:00<p style="text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT" style="font-size:130%;">Submerso numa apneia de alegria<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: right;"> </div><p style="text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT" style="font-size:130%;">teu sorriso agarro,<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: right;"> </div><p style="text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT" style="font-size:130%;">respirando teu odor como se oxigénio fosse.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: right;"> </div><p style="text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT" style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: right;"> </div><p style="text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z5WSkemovWs/SInUNQXolSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/LiRKHiwIv6g/s1600-h/amor_coracao.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 234px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z5WSkemovWs/SInUNQXolSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/LiRKHiwIv6g/s400/amor_coracao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226942166737655074" border="0" /></a><span lang="PT" style="font-size:130%;">Liberto-me nesse instante e a tua luz observo<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: right;"> </div><p style="text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT" style="font-size:130%;">e no teu sol,<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: right;"> </div><p style="text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT" style="font-size:130%;">sem querer preso fico.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: right;"> </div><p style="text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT" style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: right;"> </div><p style="text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT" style="font-size:130%;">Perco-me nos caminhos do teu olhar<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: right;"> </div><p style="text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT" style="font-size:130%;">sem saber onde ir,<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: right;"> </div><p style="text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT" style="font-size:130%;">onde ficar,<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: right;"> </div><p style="text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT" style="font-size:130%;">como sair<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: right;"> </div><p style="text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT" style="font-size:130%;">no entanto, é lá que quero estar.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: right;"> </div><p style="text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT" style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: right;"> </div><p style="text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT" style="font-size:130%;">Sinto-me miseravelmente feliz<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: right;"> </div><p style="text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT" style="font-size:130%;">por pensar que te sentes,<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: right;"> </div><p style="text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT" style="font-size:130%;">como eu, não há outro algum<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: right;"> </div><p style="text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT" style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: right;"> </div><p style="text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT" style="font-size:130%;">ardendo no fogo do refrescante medo,<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: right;"> </div><p style="text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT" style="font-size:130%;">de nunca te abraçar<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: right;"> </div><p face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT" style="font-size:130%;">como sonho ser.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: right;"> </div><p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="PT"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >deixo-me naufragar nas margens desta paixão.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879627052671181132-2907702762752043944?l=timbredapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SelectorXrootlesShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17211503407724091315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879627052671181132.post-49433793920878520752008-04-16T03:30:00.005+01:002008-04-16T03:37:57.903+01:00<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">É sempre uma revelação, a história particular<br />deste lado, vou fazendo o puzzle<br />desfazendo o puzzle<br />a imaginar o durão e o menino<br />o encantador de cordas e o dedilhador de palavras<br />cabeça no ar a pescar ideias<br />depois<br />há uma espécie de blur<br />sem contornos que o definam...<br />muitas imagens<br />uma interacção interminável de coincidências<br />colagens<br />simultâneos<br />por vezes<br />a respiração sincrónica<br />logo mais<br />um hi....a.....to<br />as construções humanas<br />babel sobre babel<br />de crenças pré-concebidas<br />que se desmoronam no estereótipo que se desajusta<br />humano!<br />Há ali uma pessoa<br />e vem o dilema<br />de mão aberta, soltam-se os gãos de areia por entre os dedos...<br />só restam os que querem ficar<br />os que têm que ficar<br />os que teimam em ficar<br />ou...<br />a mão fechada<br />sem espaço para a liberdade de crescer o ser<br />com medo de se perder<br />o que se conseguiu agarrar<br />é assim<br />a construção</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><strong>by MJM</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879627052671181132-4943379392087852075?l=timbredapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SelectorXrootlesShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17211503407724091315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879627052671181132.post-87367808626280704772008-04-15T22:17:00.006+01:002008-04-15T22:36:37.382+01:00<div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A luz escurece as minhas margens,</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">brilhantemente</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">invisivel permaneço.</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Estarei quando me quiseres!</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Quero a noite</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">que em ti visivel fico,</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">reflexo do meu desejo.</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Estarei quando me quiseres!</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Quero não pedir</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">o impulso convexo que me encolhe,</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">a liberdade que me alarga.</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Estarei quando me quiseres!</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Quero ficar</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">com presteza, na ida</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">lento na chegada</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Estarei quando me quiseres!</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879627052671181132-8736780862628070477?l=timbredapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SelectorXrootlesShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17211503407724091315noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879627052671181132.post-10340588403495150782008-04-13T17:27:00.008+01:002008-04-13T18:00:57.554+01:00<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;">A vontade de sentir esse odor</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;">supera a dor da sua presença,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">penso,</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;">tendo-te aqui a meu lado</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;">como suportarei a indiferença,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">quero,</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;">essa dor</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;">dominante que me consome,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">perdido,</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;">encontra-me nos vértices da angustia</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">percorro as arestas da tua presença.</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879627052671181132-1034058840349515078?l=timbredapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SelectorXrootlesShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17211503407724091315noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879627052671181132.post-38937522762856086852008-04-12T21:55:00.007+01:002008-04-12T23:33:09.806+01:00<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sinto em mim o vento da apatia</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">que corre inquieto</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">em mim, passa trazendo a liberdade</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">que desejo,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">sem nunca me libertar</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">corro em sentido contrario</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ao que o meu desejo projecta</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">dissecando o meu futuro</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">que </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">flui</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> num mar de palavras ausentes<br />onde tento ancorar.<br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1879627052671181132-3893752276285608685?l=timbredapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SelectorXrootlesShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17211503407724091315noreply@blogger.com6