tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52606886083813708472012-01-08T08:56:25.672-08:00Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.comBlogger611100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-38318252227089516672012-01-08T08:54:00.000-08:002012-01-08T08:56:25.680-08:00<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Você fez meu coração chorar</span><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">você fez meus olhos sangrar</span><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">você fez meu sorriso se transformar</span><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">você fez te amar !</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-3831825222708951667?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-40319070731594245002012-01-04T12:55:00.000-08:002012-01-04T13:04:01.839-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nn8_ROX1Zzw/TwS-Ou-sNfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pVUxdtsEDkg/s1600/DSCF0012.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nn8_ROX1Zzw/TwS-Ou-sNfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pVUxdtsEDkg/s320/DSCF0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693884989241570802" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Os dias </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">podem passar</span><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">e as noites disfarçar </span><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">o que um dia começou</span><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">sem eu nunca querer acabar!</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"></span><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Fui o dia , fui a noite,</span><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Fui o luar, s</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">ó pra te conquistar..</span><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Corri o mar , corri </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">a terra,</span><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">só pra te ver chegar...</span><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Esperei a volta , esperei uma derrota</span><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">pra te ter sem revolta!</span><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"></span><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> Acordei a chamar teu nome ,</span><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> adormeci a pensar que </span><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> contigo ia sonhar!</span><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> Esperei dias , meses e anos</span><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> só por te amar !</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-4031907073159424500?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-87169192098828824322011-12-14T12:55:00.000-08:002011-12-14T13:04:21.286-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r0UHFfkPyF0/TukN2yuPPuI/AAAAAAAAADQ/RIRETl-qF50/s1600/amd.png"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r0UHFfkPyF0/TukN2yuPPuI/AAAAAAAAADQ/RIRETl-qF50/s320/amd.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686091239511768802" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Quando o coração falar</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">manda-o calar!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Pode ele magoar e</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">nunca mais conseguir amar!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Quando ele chorar</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">deixa-o ficar ,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">porque enquanto chorar</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">ganha forças para continuar...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Se ele ficar só, jamais </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">o deixes desistir..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Grandes corações sofrem </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">inúmeras desilusões, mas pequenos</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> induzem traições!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Quando realmente precisar,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">virá algo para o aconchegar!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Até lá , deixa-o viver</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">o que um dia o fez morrer!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-8716919209882882432?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-61091878666938934092011-12-11T12:30:00.000-08:002011-12-11T12:35:10.875-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kB4fbDk_AeY/TuUTdFiSFUI/AAAAAAAAADE/uZMpEMfpCZ4/s1600/DSCF0012.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kB4fbDk_AeY/TuUTdFiSFUI/AAAAAAAAADE/uZMpEMfpCZ4/s200/DSCF0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684971495048222018" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">No momento não pensava te amar,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">mas amo-te sabendo que não vai dar..</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Quero-te ao acordar</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Desejo te ao deitar..</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Penso ao amanhecer</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Falo até esquecer..</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Inervo-me por não falares</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Sorrio por te ver chegar!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Sofro sem pensar que</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">um dia possas voltar....</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-6109187866693893409?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-48999820011523460182011-12-11T12:22:00.000-08:002011-12-11T12:28:40.658-08:00<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">O que penso.... eu escrevo..</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">O que sinto... eu escondo...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">O que faço... eu reflito...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">O que vejo... eu guardo...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">O que quero .... eu luto...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">O que desejo... eu espero...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">O que toco.... eu esqueço...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">O que magoa... eu...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Eu penso , porque sinto o que faço</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">quando vejo o que quero e </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">desejo, toco quando magoou </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">porque sou inconsciente e para mim</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">o amanha não existe.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">A tinta pode desaparecer com </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">o tempo e o papel ser destruído</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">nas chamas , mas o sentimento</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">e a recordação cá ficarão </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">até eu ir para o caixão!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-4899982001152346018?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-25244603792589339782011-10-28T13:08:00.000-07:002011-10-28T13:15:52.254-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">A chuva lá fora a cair</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">e eu ca dentro sem sorrir</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">O vento a soprar </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">e eu sempre a pensar...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">A trovoada a rugir</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">e eu sem poder agir..</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">O céu escureceu e o</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">meu coração arrefeceu.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">O sol já se foi não se sabe</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">quando volta e eu</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">sem destino e sem rota!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Sem estrelas , sem bússola e sem</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">GPS, perco-me no caminho</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">que construí!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Será que não há alguém à</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">minha procura para além deste nevoeiro?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Não haverá alguém perdido,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">pensando o mesmo que eu?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">será que não há alguém?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-2524460379258933978?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-23915126754638607782011-09-17T08:24:00.000-07:002011-09-17T08:25:37.928-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">O medo insiste em me perseguir,</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-2391512675463860778?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-66064661856459127572011-09-07T12:42:00.001-07:002011-09-07T12:46:24.909-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Quando à noite me deito</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">sem te ter a meu lado</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">penso sonhando como</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">seria bom ter te a meu lado!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Fui atrás duma ilusão</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">à procura dum amor</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">duma nova paixão!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Dou por mim em busca </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">de algo e perco-me por estar descalço!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Fecho a porta e me esqueço do </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">passado , pois amar foi o segredo.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Tanto tempo que passou</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">e o amor foi morrendo</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">e o sentimento permanecendo!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Hoje não quero mais promessas ao vento</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">e pergunto-me se estás aqui p'ra ficar e se</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">podemos escrever nossa história...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">As palavras não estão escolhidas mas </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">"AMOR" é a chave que nos abre e fecha a porta </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">sem dar-mos conta !</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-6606466185645912757?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-11143958552257384512011-09-07T12:38:00.000-07:002011-09-07T12:42:04.561-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Quando ali cheguei</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">não conhecia ninguém!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Fui porque quis,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Fugi do que me fazia "feliz"..</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">e encontrei quem eu sempre quis..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Ao ver-te ali , logo</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">percebi que eras tu quem me</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">iria fazer feliz!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Aproximei-me e...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Conheci-te num instante e </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">com pequenos gestos</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">cativas.te meu coração!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Agora não sei como vai ser, </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">quando tiver de me ir </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">para longe de ti !</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">(...)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-1114395855225738451?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-49391771573252974312011-07-20T14:51:00.000-07:002011-07-20T14:55:30.957-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Apetece-me escrever..</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Pegar em palavras e buscar-te para mim(...)</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Escrevo o que sinto, no </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">silêncio deste desespero!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">O som , o vento , me</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">faz chamar por ti em silencio!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Onde quer que escreva </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">és só tu que me chama.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Sozinha no meu espaço</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Vivendo uma recordação </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">escondo a dor e a solidão!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Chegou o momento,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">de ganhar coragem e enfrentar</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">esta pequena ilusão!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Soltaram-se os momentos,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Apertaram-se os pensamentos</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">deixou se voar e deu se voltas ao tempo</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">pois era tempo de mudar!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-4939177157325297431?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-86777814027723908212011-06-15T02:50:00.000-07:002011-06-15T02:55:01.617-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Quando a solidão e a recordação</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">é demais para um só</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">coração eu penso ao</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">som do refrão...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Vejo teus sinais , nem</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">sequer precisas de dizer que estou a mais .</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Os teus olhos pedem me para sair</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">pois o meu lugar já não é aqui!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Talvez um dia te lembres </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">do que fiz , levei para longe</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">esta dor, morri</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">só para te ver viver !!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Txau disse-te a chorar </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">mas alguém teve de penaR .</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Fui embora para seres feliz</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">quem sabe um dia </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">entendas tudo aquilo que eu fiz !!!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-8677781402772390821?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-6254713770276047752011-06-05T09:03:00.000-07:002011-06-05T09:10:57.211-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" >A noite turva-nos!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" >Os tempos podiam voltar</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" >para ficar !!!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" >E as memÓrias para recordar</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" >Nas noites de luar...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" >Naqueles dias de inocência</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" >Onde se fuma um pensativo cigarro</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" >perdidos no mar ...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" >Seu corpo vagueava </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" >ao luar...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" >Seu pensamento deixava-o </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" >flutuar ...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" >As estrelas faziam o amar</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" >e seu corpo a ele lhe entregar...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" >O vento a drogava</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" >por o desejar ....</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" >E a brisa o embebedava </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" >por não lhe tocar ..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" >A noite a fazia lembrar o </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" >recordar daquele luar </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" >Onde os segredos </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" >ninguém os irá revelar !</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-625471377027604775?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-65536301629476531642011-04-20T14:11:00.000-07:002011-04-20T14:14:37.682-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" >Todos a ouvem sem atenção,<br />Todos criticam sem opinião,<br />Todos dançam ao som do refrão<br />Mas ninguém sabe qual<br />a sua intenção...<br /><br />Criticar, socializar, desabafar<br />eis a questão!<br /><br />Se ouvirdes com atenção<br />verás que não foi em vão !<br /><br />recordar, pensar é escrever uma cançãO!<br /><br />São rimas , versos... com uma finalização<br />aprender a descodificar<br />está na alma e no coração!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-6553630162947653164?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-39860605383354001982011-04-20T14:05:00.000-07:002011-04-20T14:10:53.338-07:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Desabafar, rir , ler , conversar</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">até ao anoitecer...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ouvir um "bip" e começar</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">a correr, nesta altura</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">ninguém sabe quem vai aparecer...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Começa a tocar, tocar,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">até se cansar ..</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Para uns é vicio, outros</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">pode não ser !</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Trabalhar, conversar</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">é sempre a andar ...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Perto ou longe podemos estar,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">mas a conversa está</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">sempre no ar ...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Com os novos tarifários </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">ninguém se vai poder queixar !<br /><br />SMS , MMS, chamadas<br />estão sempre a "rular" ..<br /><br />Nesta geração em que<br />tudo está em renovação.<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-3986060538335400198?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-85884490354206823622011-03-23T11:37:00.000-07:002011-03-23T11:40:47.067-07:00<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;">" O ódio só existe , porque a inveja persiste!!"</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-8588449035420682362?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-41202055320389841912011-03-06T14:52:00.000-08:002011-03-06T14:54:00.888-08:00<span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;">Tu és...</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;">Um resto de nada um pouco de tudo !!!!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-4120205532038984191?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-47335059094431933672011-03-06T14:46:00.000-08:002011-03-06T14:52:28.044-08:00<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">A cegueira trama-nos..</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Pior do que ser cego é</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">mesmo ficar-se cego porque</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">não se quer ver!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Arriscamos tudo... vivemos o</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">possível e o impossível..</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Cometemos as maiores loucuras </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Vemos as maiores calunias</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">mas.. não queremos ver a verdade..</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">A distancia trás consigo a saudade mas </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">também a verdade..</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Queremos apagar mas não temos borracha!</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">queremos esconder mas não temos esconderijo!</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Queremos fugir mas não sabemos para onde!</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Queremos ter aquilo que temos de esquecer,</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Amamos quem nunca nos vai olhar nem até mesmo amar !!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-4733505909443193367?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-30830355802528025512011-02-20T10:49:00.000-08:002011-02-20T10:56:37.808-08:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >O álcool aquece ..</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >As drogas fazem-nos viver ...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >O tabaco faz-nos sentir...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Aquece o coração dos mais fracos..</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Faz viver os mais oprimidos..</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Faz sentir aquele odor que se</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >transformou por fora e acabou por </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >se infiltrar..</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >O que aquece também arrefece ..</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >O que faz viver também faz MORRER</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >O que nos faz sentir também nos faz reflectir ...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-3083035580252802551?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-16507252683776247212011-01-22T14:26:00.000-08:002011-01-22T14:36:12.200-08:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Os eucaliptos lá fora a abanar</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">e nós cá dentro a olhar...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fechando os olhos pensamos</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">em chamar quem nunca</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">nos quis olhar...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tentámos experimentar o que</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">um dia pensámos ao acordar..</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">soltaram-se as emoções nesta</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">tarde com o recordar do que</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">jamais se quis desejar...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">correram-se perigos em vão nesta</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">vida sem corrimão...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">medos todos temos , cometer algo</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">sem medos já ninguém os desfaz..</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">pensamentos e desejos só</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">se sentem com esta paz..</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">monotonia se pode ter</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">harmonia só com quem quer </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">relembrar é tudo o que</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">se quer esquecer... e viver tudo</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">o que se quer ter...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">amar, correr, rir e brincar</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">na sua idade já ninguém vai teimar..</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">vêem se os fumos que</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">correm no cérebro..</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">o cérebro não e o que</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">pensamos ser </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">a poção magica deixou que dizer..</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-1650725268377624721?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-42752566549685401032011-01-22T14:21:00.000-08:002011-01-22T14:26:17.461-08:00<span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Um dia vamos relembrar </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tudo aquilo que pairou no ar...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pensar naquele desejo que </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Nos levou para o mar...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Caímos sem pensar</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Agimos sem nunca parar...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gostamos ao começar e </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">enjoamos por não acabar..</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Queremos possuir sem</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">ter por onde construir...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Começamos sem ter fim</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">num ponto alto longe de mim...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-4275256654968540103?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-27608813963811100352011-01-08T13:30:00.000-08:002011-01-08T13:33:41.091-08:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">O vento leva me e trás </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">tudo aquilo que penso...</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">A chuva me desfaz daquilo</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">que se faz...</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">A neve me resfria a alma</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">e me dá a paz..</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">A saraiva me toca</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">e me leva atrás...</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">A trovoada impões respeito</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">invadindo a minha paz....</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-2760881396381110035?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-23621969323287625352010-11-27T14:31:00.000-08:002010-11-27T14:37:22.508-08:00<span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" >Reencontrei alguém que<br />me fez esquecer<br />Procurei alguém que<br />me fez crescer..<br />Sorri para alguém que<br />nunca me fez chorar...<br />Entreguei meu coração<br />a quem o quis amar..<br /><br />(...)<br /><br />Lutei por aquilo em que acreditei<br />Desisti daquilo onde errei<br />Caminhei e muitas vezes tropecei<br />Levantei-me e nunca chorei<br />Amei o que nunca esquecerei<br />Esqueci tudo aquilo que um dia perdoei...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-2362196932328762535?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-79015800989528546202010-10-13T13:34:00.000-07:002010-10-13T13:37:54.766-07:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family: courier new;">Gostava de ouvir e não falar,</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Ver e não fazer...</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Esconder-me e ser procurada</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Amar e ser Amada :)</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-7901580098952854620?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-42130015267241971992010-10-06T13:59:00.000-07:002010-10-06T14:05:01.874-07:00<strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">Cada passo...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">Cada suspiro...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">Cada gesto...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">Marcam em mim a minha pessoa</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">o meu eu interior...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">Sinto te perto e longe...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">Perto quando dizes que me amas</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">Longe quando te perdes em palavras</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">cheias de discórdia e maldade...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">Perco-me num caminho, não</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">encontro solução para este sentimento</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">e vivo com medo (...)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">Ó tempo pode passar , mas o meu amor por ti </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">irá perdurar...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">As injustiças não vao falar e os teus</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">ouvidos não vao fechar..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">Só resta saber se os teus olhos lêem</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">nos meus a verdadeira verdade e o que</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">sinto mesmo sabendo te amar ...</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-4213001526724197199?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-81379148540496438922010-08-23T08:21:00.000-07:002010-08-23T08:25:36.788-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"><strong>Sofri tanto por ti</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"><strong>jurei nunca mais querer</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"><strong>olhar para ti!!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"><strong>Pensei em te esquecer,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"><strong>e esquecer os momentos </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"><strong>que contigo vivi...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"><strong>Hoje estamos juntos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"><strong>e o medo e a insegurança</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"><strong>voltaram em mim...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"><strong>Agora espero reviver e</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"><strong>dar te a conhecer o que um </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"><strong>dia acabou por morrer..</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"><strong>Amo-te desde o primeiro dia</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"><strong>em que te vi, espero nunca mais</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"><strong>poder estar sem tiii</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-8137914854049643892?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-53846090759704031862010-07-27T06:37:00.000-07:002010-07-27T06:43:45.056-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>O sangue não estancava</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>O teu respirar não saía,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>as tuas palavras não </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>passavam de gestos e o</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>teu corpo não se mexia...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Ver-te era o que eu esperava,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Perder-te era o que eu </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>nunca imaginava</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>A força e a coragem</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>faltaram-te e a vontade</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>de viver desapareceu-te...,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>mas a dor que causas-te </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>fez perder-te.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>É o fim, parece mentira</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>mas e verdade, mas era bom </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>que nãp fosse realidade.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>E agora? Tu partis-te e contigo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>foi tudo o que</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>construistes :(</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;">ps: para sempre no meu coração, mostraste-me o que eu nunca quis ver, i need you</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-5384609075970403186?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-86981296835134478432010-07-14T02:37:00.000-07:002010-08-23T08:59:00.922-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Tudo começa com um beijo,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"><strong>um sentimento e um desejo...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Um beijo inocente,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Um sentimento florescente,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"><strong>e um desejo permanente..</strong></span> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8Crx6GVZ9w/TEG93VGPpXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EvM60Po3ZkU/s1600/piskita.jpg"></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"><strong>O beijo prolonga-se..</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"><strong>o sentimento estremece</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"><strong>e o desejo permenece...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Dá-se um, recebem-se dois</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"><strong>começa ali, perdura por ali e </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"><strong>acaba por aqui!!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Acabando aqui já não se</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"><strong>pode sentir ali...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"><strong>É com um, é com dois....</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"><strong>e o que perdura ali???</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-8698129683513447843?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-68060920514821697592010-06-09T14:43:00.000-07:002010-06-09T14:54:36.588-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>"Quando amamos alguém</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>nao perdemos só a cabeça, perdemos </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>também o nosso coração..</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Ele salta para fora do peito e</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>depois, quando volta, já não</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>é o mesmo, é outro, com</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>cicatrizes novas...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>E outras vezes não volta.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Fica do outro lado da vida,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>na vida se quem nao quis</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>ficarao nosso lado"</strong></span><br /><br /><em>Autora do livro " O dia em que te esqueci"</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-6806092051482169759?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-2011711601566480592010-06-09T14:36:00.000-07:002010-06-09T14:43:02.334-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Na altura não pensamos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>agimos sempre, nunca colocando </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>a hipotese do "não" do " nao pode"</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Somos inconscientes...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>seguimos os primeiros impulsos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>e depois? Já alguem se questionou</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>como ficamos depois?</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Provavelmente já, mas o</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>que esta feito já lá vai...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>É ao escrever que tudo se vai,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>e o que fiz foi esquecido,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>guardado numa caixinha,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>que não pretendo abrir até partir !!!</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-201171160156648059?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-25564971363005345432010-02-16T12:57:00.000-08:002010-02-16T13:16:23.012-08:00<strong><span style="color:#009900;"> "A saudade conjugada com o amor e a força</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#009900;">de nos ter mos reencontrado acendeu em mim </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#009900;">a esperança de um dia ser amado"</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-2556497136300534543?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-42138139486006730742009-12-30T15:39:00.000-08:002009-12-30T15:43:14.767-08:00<span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>Gosto do que não posso,</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>por ser tão orgulhosa,</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>não admito que é dele </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>que eu gosto, que eu penso,</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>que eu desejo,</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>que eu sonho...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>Perto de ti tudo pára</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>e o meu mundo junto </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>ao teu se completa</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>....</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>perdida por ti</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong> M.</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-4213813948600673074?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-78063367175601385502009-12-30T15:32:00.000-08:002009-12-30T15:39:21.699-08:00<span style="color:#009900;"><strong>Gosto de ti....<br />em pequenina! ..<br /><br /><br />Adoro-te....<br />em adolescente!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>Amo-te...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>em adulta!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>É lindo ver, ouvir,</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>e pronunciar,</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>sem nunca pensar...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>Ouvem-se aqui,</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>dizem-se ali....</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>E quando algo acontece?!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>Não gosto de ti,</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>odeio-te a ti,</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>Acabou por aqui!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>Sentimentos abstratos,</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>sentidos por cada um...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>num mundo tão pequenino</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>que habita em </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>cada um de nós!!!</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-7806336717560138550?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-65470875341841156662009-12-06T04:13:00.000-08:002009-12-06T04:22:12.129-08:00<strong><span style="color:#006600;">"Aquele beijo entre nós</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">vai ser relembrado....</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">os teus lábios tocaram os meus,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">uma coisa que nunca tinha</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">imaginado, nem mesmo pensado...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Sempre te achei diferente,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">muitas vezes te vi</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">como mais que um amigo....</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">O teu olhar é brilhante...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Quero o comigo...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Aquele beijo foi apaisxonante</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">em que as nossas bocas </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">se juntaram e quando tive</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">a certeza que o que sinto</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">por ti é algo mais</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">do que aquele amar banal</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">entre amigos...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Sempre me falaram bem dos beijos,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">mas para mim o que foi bom</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">foi seres tu a beijar,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">pois contigo foi mais do que um beijo, foi</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">simplesmente uma coisa impossivel</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">de explicar....</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Hoje percebi que nada é impossivel</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">e que pr ti vou lutar!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Simplesmente aconteceu</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">eu por ti me apaixonar...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">estava escrito assim...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Não posso mudar...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Talvez um dia dê o "braço a torcer" e</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">este orgulho se quebre entre nós...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">e o tal beijo possa renascer</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">e aó sim, não te vou esquecer!!!"</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-6547087534184115666?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-57605427762647774742009-11-01T13:56:00.000-08:002009-11-01T14:04:27.862-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Entrei naquele mundo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>e suspirei...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>que ali não haveria</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>ninguém por quem tanto anciei..</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>A teu lado eu fiquei</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>e um bom peixe</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>eu apreciei....</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Entre robalos, sardinha</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>e pescada eu pensei</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>como seria bom ter</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>alguém que sempre esperei...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Tu eras tudo aquilo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>´que um bom peixeiro </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>poderia ter...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Geito, vontade e capacidade</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>não te faltava, mas só o </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>tempo se disperçava...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Ali logo arranjeio compadre,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>amigo e peixeiro de que</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>la na terra do Bulhão esperava!!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#009900;">Este é para ti Gabriel!!</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-5760542776264777474?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-64274193980618290472009-10-17T15:54:00.000-07:002009-10-17T16:08:32.242-07:00<strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;">Pensei em tudo o que passou</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;">em tudo o que mudou</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;">e na mágoa que em mim ficou...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;">Lembro-me de ti, dele, delas...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;">daquelas asneiras que sempre</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;">ensistimos em fazer e da tristeza</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;">que mais ninguém conseguia ver.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;">cometemos erros,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;">sofremos injustiças</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;">gritamos vitória</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;">mas nunca desistimos...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"> Agora estamos distantes, </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;">mas ao memo tempo juntos..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;">Passei momentos unicos ao vosso lado</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;">e vou recorda.los para sempre..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;">Náo ha-de ser este obstaculo</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;">como a distancia que vai mudar</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;">o que sinto e o que existiu..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;">Voces são a vida de muitas vidas...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;">Tânia, a menina que reflete a força..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;">Ricardo, a vida é positiva, no relex!!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;">JiMmy, a casmurrise não nos leva a lado nenhum..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;">Mocho, avontade de sonhar e fazer o correto.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;">As Betty com voces aprendi a ser fechada.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;">As Pop a falsidade existe..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;">Os profes, nada nesta vida se consegue sem esforço, a apalavra <em><span style="color:#cc0000;">não consigo</span></em> não existe!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;">....(entre outras citações que vou sempre ter presentes na minha vida)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;">Enfim a vida é uma corrida</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;">que só por fases é que</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"> se alcança a meta!!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;">Com vocês cresci, vivi e aprendi o que</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;">ainda hoje recordo e me faz viver!!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"><em>Para sempre no coração de quem me marcou!!</em></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-6427419398061829047?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-17399460161622869372009-10-17T15:34:00.000-07:002009-10-17T15:53:53.289-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>"Uma lágrima não se derrama por uma pequena coisa, por uma pequena perda, pequena dor e por vezes por uma pequena alegria, mas sim por uma grande coisa, a dor e a tristeza que tu, sem querer nos deixaste...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>A tua perda foi e será sempre profunda no nosso coração pois eras e serás o Carlos que nos dava sempre umn sorriso, uma alegria, um enorme sol num dia táo triste de chuva para vermos o maravilhoso arco.íris que eras tu.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Tu, eras a pessoa mais alegre que alguém já vira, com a tua alegria contagiavas quem te rodiava, a tua presença fazia-me sentir uma pessoa especial e importante por ter.te a meu lado como um grande amigo, que nunca mas mesmo nunca me desiludiu e esteve sempre lá quando mais precisei.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Quando naquela manha recebi a triste noticia, não queria acreditar, pensei sempre positivo... Pensei mesmo que ao teres estado no hospital, ias melhorar... nunca pensei em perder-te para sempre...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>No dia em que amigos, familiares, colegas... se reuniraão pra te dizer uma grande adeus eu chorei.. mas não te consegui dizer "adeus" mas sim um ate já!!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Ao ver-te ali, voltei a pensar e repensar que iria tar contigo no dia seguinte, podendo ver o teu sorriso de novo, mAas isso não voltará a acontecer, apesar de te sentir vivo... presente na minha vida..nas minhas emoções, nas minhas recordações...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Foi uma perda enorme que me questiona como pode uma pessoa tao jovem partir desta forma...porque??? esta pergunta percorre meu pensamento dia.a dia.... Tinhas tudo para ser feliz Carlos, tinhas uma futuro planiado e de um momento para o outro Deus leva-te sem razões, sem explicações...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Carlos, estarás sempre nos nossos corações... espero bem encontrar-te um dia para me dares a alegria que me falta ter...."</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Um beijo com saudade de te ter perto</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Carolina Silva</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong><em><span style="color:#003300;">ps: homenagem a perda de quem nos é mais importante..por vezes nao damos o devido valor a quem temos perto... é por isso que digo, " digam o que pensam as pessoas em vivas não depois de mortas</span></em>"</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-1739946016162286937?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-5200805465756713752009-09-10T09:35:00.000-07:002009-09-10T09:48:15.729-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"><strong><em>Um adeus eu quis dizer,</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"><strong><em> mas alguém me fez perceber</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"><strong><em> que aos AMIGOS, </em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"><strong><em>um até breve irá renascer!!!</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Ps: Posso não ter muitos amigos, mas aqueles que tenho estarão comigo para sempre, pode não ser de face a face mas psicologicamente não desaparecerão... desejo tudo de bom aqueles que nunca, mas mesmo nunca me deixarão. A todos aqueles que me stenderão a mão sem nunca pedir expliicação.... um grande obrigado!! </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Lembrem-se :</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>"È no lutar que está o vencer:)"</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>By Patricia Monteiro</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-520080546575671375?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-76049106148585682582009-08-01T08:52:00.000-07:002009-08-01T09:06:26.121-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Morte, palavra fria</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>mas que se pronuncia</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>de boca em boca</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>mas que arrelia!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Vão-se os corpos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>perde-se a alma</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>deixa saudade</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>numa mente calma...</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-7604910614858568258?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-22202228678061984562009-07-17T11:32:00.000-07:002009-07-17T12:03:54.595-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p8Crx6GVZ9w/SmDHZYBHjiI/AAAAAAAAACI/LDYwUEImRro/s1600-h/fotooo.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Olho e não vejo.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Toco e não sinto,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Falo e não ouço...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>O que vejo é retrato,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>o que toco é papel,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>O que falo é esquecido...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Tiram-se aqui, tiram-se ali,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>a cor, a preto e branco,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>para o passado recordar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>o que a memória irá apagar.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>A fotografia retrata o lugar,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>o tempo,as peripécias,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>as pessoas , as paisagens e </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>cada semtimento.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Talvez a ilusão do papel</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>não seja a real visão</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>em casos especificos sem </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>ser na televisão!</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-2220222867806198456?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-67975245223232262812009-07-08T10:20:00.000-07:002009-07-08T10:49:55.300-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p8Crx6GVZ9w/SlTb4nIgDII/AAAAAAAAAB4/xBpESO29kqQ/s1600-h/amotdemais.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356147622474157186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p8Crx6GVZ9w/SlTb4nIgDII/AAAAAAAAAB4/xBpESO29kqQ/s320/amotdemais.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>É preciso cometer alguns erros, para bater com a cabeça e reflectir o que na verdade se anda aqui a fazer! Um erro nosso , no passado, provoca mágoas jamais esquecidas no futuro!!</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-6797524522323226281?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-47342084828671195612009-07-07T06:40:00.000-07:002009-07-07T07:15:02.559-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p8Crx6GVZ9w/SlNYRxyETrI/AAAAAAAAABo/ums4vXEu4P8/s1600-h/perdao.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355721444318006962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p8Crx6GVZ9w/SlNYRxyETrI/AAAAAAAAABo/ums4vXEu4P8/s320/perdao.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Várias vezes tentei</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Resolver o que nunca entenderei</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>não sei ao certo onde</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>é que errei!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Desavenças todos nós temos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>sem pensarmos no que vemos,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Arranjam-se efêmeros arguementos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>para uma realidade que não queremos.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Pensamos que temos razão</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>sem dar oportunidade ao coração.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Correm-se perigos em vão,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>nesta escada sem corrimão.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Palavras, gestos podem magoar </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>mas ninguém se vai queixar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>pois amar faz parte,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>e que ama prefere perdoar!!</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-4734208482867119561?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-36478314050150567212009-07-06T13:44:00.000-07:002009-07-06T14:02:18.616-07:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong> Quando naquela manhã de Agosto acordei, tudo estava calmo.Acordei com a luz suave da manhã, brilhando por entre a abertura das cortinas.Deixei-me ficar deitada à escuta dos primeiros sons da manhã.</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong> Lá fora, o céu tinha um brilho enevoado, erguendo-se suavemente de entre a bruma da madrugada.</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong> Levantei-me e preparei-me para mais um dia de trabalho. Saí de casa, como todos os dias.</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong> Havia passado a manhã, quando ao meio dia me sentei nas escadas da porta e ouço uma voz, voz essa que me despertoua atenção e virei-me.Ali estava ele, de moletas e com aquele sorriso no rosto e os seus olhos lusídios fixaram os meus e ambos sorrimos.</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong> Timidamente trocámos palavras e desde aó fomo-nos comhecendo. Cada palavra, cada gesto me admirava.Era honesto, sincero, trabalhador, apaixonado e muito orgulhoso. </strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Ajudava tudo e todos mesmo estando incapacitado, tinha uma força, uma vontade de viver esplêndida. Admiráva-o muito.</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Com ele aprendi que não devemos desistir de lutar pelos nossos objectivos, que todos somos capazes de enfrentar todos os obstáculos, que nada é impossível, basta n´s querermos... Enfim uma lição de vida com ele eu vivi e aprendi...</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Nunca esquecerei aquela pessoa a quem a distância separou dois olhares, mas nunca dois corações.</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Hoje está longe. talvez olhando por mim.Mesmo longe não me esqueço nunca do que ele me ensinou " Nunca desistir e não esquecer os meus príncipios!".</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-3647831405015056721?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-68838721204619430752009-07-03T02:48:00.000-07:002009-07-06T11:31:07.749-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Mudança…</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>De lugar,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>De pensamento,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>De esperança,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>De contentamento,<br />De amigos,<br />De namorado,<br />De vida…</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Mudança de tudo que nós vivemos </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>e do que nunca tivemos coragem de viver…<br />As pessoas mudam, e o mundo também</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Não só o físico, mas também o psicologico,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Muda-se com o tempo, por motivos naturais ou forçados.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>E nos tornarmos os heróis dos velhos e lindos sonhos passados…<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Mudança…Não é fácil aceitar,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Não é impossível, </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>mas é difícil.<br />Tudo o que vai não volta</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Mas o mundo não é perfeito, </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>e sabems que tudo muda<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Dói imaginar que tudo muda, e é irremediável,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Mas… não paro de pensar como seria a minha vida,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>a tua vida a nossa vida caso não houvesse a mudança.<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>A verdade é que mudar transforma tudo…<br />Face a face com o futuro, o que nos aguarda?</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Mistérios… Alegrias… Tristezas?</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Tudo se transforma a cada dia, e poucos são os dias</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Que nada passa de Mudança<br /><br />Mudança é ao natural, </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>porque forçada vai correr mal..</strong></span><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color:#009900;">Ps: O "eu poético" do <em>pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos</em> inspirou-se em vários poemas para refazer este poema. Um grande obrigado a todos os leitores.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-6883872120461943075?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-5867341235133352192009-06-25T06:21:00.000-07:002009-06-25T06:39:35.578-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Naquele momento não</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>soube ao certo que por ti </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>me iria apaixonar e um dia </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>te voltar a amar..</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Quando te vi</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>logo compreendi</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>que sem ti</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>já nada me faz feliz..</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Teu olhar, no meu olhar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>fez com que uma vontade</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>despertasse para te amar.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Foi amor conjugado com a sorte</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>de nos termops reencontrado!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Longe de mim tu estás,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>sem saberes que um dia fui capaz</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>de esconder este amor que deixei</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>para trás..</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>No fundo eu vou perder</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>este amor que estou a esconder!</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-586734123513335219?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-15879334467202497912009-06-19T10:49:00.000-07:002009-06-19T10:54:03.486-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>Transmite-se num olhar o que não se consegue dizer!!</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-1587933446720249791?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-66831419935521754352009-06-15T15:17:00.000-07:002009-06-15T15:26:02.526-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Poesia não é matéria..</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>não é trabalho...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Não há definiçao objectiva..</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>É talvez a expressão do nosso "eu" interior</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>que torna visível o indivisível...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Com o auxílio de palavras, versos e algumas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>figuras de estilo..</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>A poesia é sentida intensamente..</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Posia, como já referi, é sentir...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>É revelar um mundo criado</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>a partir de um mundo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>que passa ao lado!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>É arte!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>É dom! </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>É conseguir fazer chorar a partir</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>de um motivo para sorrir..</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Poesia é brincar, rir e rematar..</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Com palavras, versos e muitas rimas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>num mundo por revelar!</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-6683141993552175435?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-89396288757868790292009-06-07T08:45:00.000-07:002009-06-07T09:04:52.142-07:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"> <strong><span style="color:#000099;">Pensei no tempo..</span></strong></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></div></span><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">Senti tudo o que aprendi</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"></span></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">tudo o que vi,</span></strong></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">tudo o que senti...</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">Senti quem me ensinou,</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">quem me encorajou,</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">quem de verdade me encantou...</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">E pensei na saudade</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">que agora vou sentir</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">Ao fim de longos anos a</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">conviver, estudar e aprender...</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">A saudade que agora sentir</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">é algo que me fará a</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">lembrança recordar..</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">E o passado deixar!</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">Vou-me assim. . .</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">Sei que uma lágrima vai </span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">escoar e, que a minha vida </span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">vai mudar..</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">E que tudo o que amo,</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">tudo o que quero</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">aqui vai ficar!!</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-8939628875786879029?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-37589355970885710762009-06-06T07:03:00.001-07:002009-06-17T09:25:00.881-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8Crx6GVZ9w/SirPYRbw1YI/AAAAAAAAABY/Q42H1XApZdY/s1600-h/Imagem1.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344311923732174210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8Crx6GVZ9w/SirPYRbw1YI/AAAAAAAAABY/Q42H1XApZdY/s320/Imagem1.png" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p8Crx6GVZ9w/Sip7QebV0CI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NVf25lVV3LI/s1600-h/Imagem1.png"><span style="font-size:0;"></span></a><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>O tempo juntou e separou</strong></span><br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>duas primas que todo´</strong></span><br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>o mundo adorou...</strong></span><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Saudade é tudo o que</strong></span><br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>sentem..</strong></span><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Não tristeza, mas sim</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>saudade do que</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>viveram e não viveram...</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Longe elas estão</strong></span><br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>mas juntas continuarão</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>podem não se ver,</strong></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>não se tocar não se falar..</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Mas, lembram-se dos momentos,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>das conversas ao vento, das</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>asneiras, das brincadeiras..</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>E sorriem.. pois...</strong></span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Cresceram juntas,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>brincaram juntas,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>choraram juntas,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>sofreram juntas,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>e agora??</strong></span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong>Agora brincam, choram,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong>sofreme crescem</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong>um pouco separadas</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong>pela distância num </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong>mundo tão pequeno</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong>Onde a mente relembra</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong>e o mundo desvenda...</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-3758935597088571076?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-24916644093094067962009-06-06T02:49:00.001-07:002009-06-06T02:54:13.384-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8Crx6GVZ9w/Sio8aYXoHJI/AAAAAAAAABI/79zEU-WrU5A/s1600-h/chorar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344150331744328850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8Crx6GVZ9w/Sio8aYXoHJI/AAAAAAAAABI/79zEU-WrU5A/s320/chorar.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Aqui podemos viver …. Aqui podemos chorar.. rir e até brincar…<br />Lembro-me das vezes que lutámos,<br />Das vezes em que fomos obrigados a recomeçar..<br />Das zangas de garotas que insistimos em fazer, das asneiras que fazíamos sem pensar…<br />Um dia daremos conta que nunca estivemos sozinhos..<br />E aí o sonho acabará por guiar nossos caminhos..<br />Então ganhamos a força que um dia já foi vencida<br />E abrimos os braços a uma nova vida<br /><br />Hoje estou triste!<br /><br />Ás vezes andamos por caminhos que julgamos serem os mais correctos, lutamos por causas superiores, damos a cara e a voz a valores íntegros e acreditamos que as pessoas que nos acompanham são isentas de discórdia e maldade.<br /><br />É muito triste, descobrir que ao fim deste tempo <br />Cada um irá para seu lado..<br />Escondo este sentimento de mágoa que em mim domina, pois uma nova etapa longe de quem mais amo irá começar!!<br />Mas lembrem-se…<br />Devemos lutar sempre por aquilo em que acreditamos, devemos ser honestos em tudo o que fazemos, devemos principalmente nunca trair a confiança de alguém que nos estendeu a mão.</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-2491664409309406796?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-42551409173951081342009-06-03T20:00:00.000-07:002009-06-03T20:00:05.732-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong>Tu eras tudo aquilo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong>que eu quis ter</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong>Algo inexplicavel que</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong>não consegui descrever...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong>Nunca te disse o que</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong>realmente senti</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong>eras tudo aquilo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong>que um dia vi...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong> </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong>Com gestos, palavras e poesias</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong>cheguei a pensar que talvez</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong>um dia o amor paira-se</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong>no ar...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong>Mas tudo mudou com o tempo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong>e o amor acabou</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="color:#339999;">Tu, só tu puro AMOR</span>.</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-4255140917395108134?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-48655166640800573802009-06-03T12:50:00.000-07:002009-06-03T12:59:01.244-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"><strong>A última lágrima<br />No mais fundo de ti,<br />Eu sei que elas existem…<br /><br />Lágrimas que te trazem vontade<br />De ver, de sentir, de pensar…<br />Que possuem em ti, a fonte de silencio.<br />E são estas que se escondem<br />Entre a gente num olhar<br />Triste e silencioso…<br /><br />Onde os olhos não mentem<br />Contentes em gargalhadas<br />Simples de um falso mundo<br />Que fala dentro e nós…<br />Em que o pensamento nos questiona o que vai<br />Por dentro e o que mostramos por fora..</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"><strong><br />Tudo porque já não és<br />A pessoa que não sofria..<br />Tudo porque ignoras a<br />Maneira como as coisas são…<br />Tudo porque te perdeste no<br />Silencio do coração…<br />Tudo porque perdeste aquele sorriso<br />Que foi em vão.. </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"><strong><br />As lágrimas que caem<br />Agora no fundo desaparecerão…</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-4865516664080057380?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-59485575014681736662009-06-03T12:45:00.001-07:002009-06-03T12:49:43.589-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;">O<strong><span style="color:#339999;"> tempo passa e passará</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong>mas esquecer-me de ti </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong>jamais acontecerá..</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong>2anitos contigo passei</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong>bons momentos partilhei</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong>no fundo eu esquecerei</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong>tudo aquilo por que passei..</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong>Talvez a saudade fique</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong>juntamente com o pensamento</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong>num passado que deixei</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong>e que nunca revelarei..</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong>No fundo eu sei que já perdi</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong>e que agora vou viver sem ti</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong>Neste meu quarto, a morrer </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong>com um nó no coração, a chorar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong>sem conseguir dormir a </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="color:#339999;">pensar que um dia vais chegar</span></strong>..</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-5948557501468173666?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-88342585356380917622009-06-03T08:30:00.000-07:002009-06-06T03:16:54.938-07:00O "eu poético" deste blog participou no concurso de poesia livre com todos estes poemas. Valerá a pena participar?-perguntam vocês.<br />A verdade é que estes concursos tem como objectivo promover a escrita, o despertar de novas vocações...<br />Em breve os resultados vão sair e aí veremos se valeu ou não participar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-8834258535638091762?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-57677319898374475932009-05-30T08:31:00.000-07:002009-05-30T08:39:11.582-07:00<strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Entre o sol que brilhava </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">entre as árvores e a </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">leve brisa que corria..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Uma música se espalhou</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">e logo ali surgiu a</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">oportunidade que sempre esperou...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Entre palavras e sorrisos</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">algo despertou e logo ali</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">percebi que uma amizade pairou</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">no coração de cada um...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Com o decorrer do tempo</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">tudo mudou, não </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">tenho a certeza mas a </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">amizade se intensificou..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Hoje em dia estamos</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">distantes, mas nem </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">a distância termina</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">esta amizade tão forte</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">e delicada que surgiu</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">numa simples tarde de Verão!</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-5767731989837447593?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-11825759623167019082009-05-30T08:25:00.000-07:002009-05-30T08:29:58.682-07:00<div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"><strong>Na corrente da tristeza</strong></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"><strong>um sentimento surgiu</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"><strong>não tebho a certeza </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"><strong>da mágoa que abriu...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"><strong>Sentimento acabado</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"><strong>pesadelo permanecido</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"><strong>amopr terminado </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"><strong>ódio reconhecido..</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"><strong>Um amor já lá vai</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"><strong>relembrado para sempre</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"><strong>na mente de quem amou</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"><strong>e muitas lágrimas chorou...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"><strong>Lágrima brilhante</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"><strong>Lágrima pura</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"><strong>Lágrima inocente</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"><strong>Lágrima de quem amou</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"><strong>e que agora tudo terminou...</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-1182575962316701908?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-76496610393332762082009-05-26T13:33:00.000-07:002009-05-30T08:25:37.865-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p8Crx6GVZ9w/ShxUsOdi48I/AAAAAAAAAA4/FDgII5qwcO4/s1600-h/rio.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340236376927560642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p8Crx6GVZ9w/ShxUsOdi48I/AAAAAAAAAA4/FDgII5qwcO4/s320/rio.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;">"A <strong>Poesia</strong> é uma revelação do mundo interior, dos sentimentos, das emoções, do pensamento...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;">O " eu poético" exprime a sua visão e experiencia pessoal."</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-7649661039333276208?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-88022830672258449822009-05-25T14:08:00.000-07:002009-05-25T14:14:50.229-07:00<span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"><strong>Vi e vejo cada dia </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"><strong>que teu amor perdi</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"><strong>sigo firme e forte</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"><strong>na esperança d'algum dia</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"><strong>olhares para mim..</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"><strong>Uma oportunidade espero</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"><strong>para te mostrar o quanto</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"><strong>gosto de ti...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"><strong>O tempo vai passando</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"><strong>e o amor que sinto aumentando</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"><strong>É dificil esconder o que sinto</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"><strong>por ti, mas tu não </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"><strong>reparas, pois foges de mim..</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"><strong>Não paro de pensar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"><strong>não desisto de acreditar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"><strong>que a vida continua </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"><strong>e tudo vaio mudar!</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-8802283067225844982?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-2124993792147616862009-05-25T14:02:00.000-07:002009-05-25T14:07:56.440-07:00<span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"><strong>Quem me dera saber ler<br />teu pensamento...<br />Quem me dera poder<br />perceber-te...<br /><br />Quem m dera a teu<br />lado continuar...<br />E para sempre te amar...<br /><br />Quem me dera conseguir<br />falar-te...<br />olhar-te nos olhos e<br />mostrar-te o quanto te quero..<br /><br /><br />O quanto te AMO...<br /><br /><br />Quem me dera poder<br />voltar a sentir teu corpo<br />junto ao meu...<br />Saborear teus lábios...<br /><br /><br />Quem me dera poder ter<br />tudo aquilo que sonho<br />sem apenas ter a lembrança...</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-212499379214761686?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-5462139511126174742009-05-25T09:00:00.000-07:002009-05-25T09:01:13.492-07:00<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CNUNORO%7E1%5CDEFINI%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C04%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:officedocumentsettings> <o:relyonvml/> 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bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Há poemas que escrevo<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Mas que nunca revelo<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Com medo de sofrer<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Ou magoar alguém…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Poemas esses que se se lerem<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">A tristeza vai ser tanta que<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">O pensamento não correrá<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">E a dor não aguentará…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Porque??? Se o coração não mente...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Escrevo tudo aquilo que sinto,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Não sei explicar os sentimentos….<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Sofro, amo e choro….<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">E hoje?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">A verdade é que …<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Há palavras de ontem que o tempo não devolve..<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Pensamentos que a natureza não<span style=""> </span>apaga…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Fotografias que não se sentem…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Sonhos acabados, bocejos cansados…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Que o passado apaga e a mente relembra<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Mesmo com aqueles<span style=""> </span>que passam por nós<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">E se esquecem, que adormecem<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style=";font-family:&quot;;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;">No fundo, sem nunca voltarem….</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-546213951112617474?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-89943701311037942792009-05-25T08:58:00.000-07:002009-05-25T08:59:55.868-07:00<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" 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style="font-size:100%;">Lábios se tocaram…..<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Teu cheiro….<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Teu corpo junto ao meu…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Saudades daquilo que tive…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Algo profundo<span style=""> </span>e intenso<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Que me fez pensar em ti em silêncio<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">E me fez quebrar aquilo que penso….<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Um olhar eu vi, eu senti…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style=";font-family:&quot;;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;">Eu amei e nunca esquecerei….</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-8994370131103794279?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5260688608381370847.post-49480800361019443792009-05-25T08:54:00.000-07:002009-07-09T10:01:49.687-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p8Crx6GVZ9w/SlYiFAWKQQI/AAAAAAAAACA/fqXkUlFl3Zc/s1600-h/7799lagrima1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356506276191420674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p8Crx6GVZ9w/SlYiFAWKQQI/AAAAAAAAACA/fqXkUlFl3Zc/s320/7799lagrima1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>No mais fundo de ti, <?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Eu sei que elas existem…<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Lágrimas que te trazem vontade<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>De ver, de sentir, de pensar…<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Que possuem em ti, a fonte de silencio.</strong></span></span><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>E são estas que se escondem<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Entre a gente num olhar</strong></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Triste e silencioso…<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"><o:p><strong></strong></o:p></span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Onde os olhos não mentem<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Contentes em gargalhadas<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Simples de um falso mundo<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Que fala dentro e nós…<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Em que o pensamento nos questiona o que vai<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Por dentro e o que mostramos por fora..<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Tudo porque já não és<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>A pessoa que não sofria..<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Tudo porque ignoras a <o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Maneira como as coisas são…<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Tudo porque te perdeste no <o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Silencio do coração…<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Tudo porque perdeste aquele sorriso <o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Que foi em vão..<span style="font-size:0;"> </span><o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>As lágrimas que caem <o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"><span style="font-family:';"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:georgia;" ><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Agora no fundo desaparecerão</span>…</strong></span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5260688608381370847-4948080036101944379?l=pequenosinstantesgrandesmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pequenos instantes, grandes momentos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774061449858363137noreply@blogger.com0