tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57011709579721967032011-12-14T22:38:26.513+01:00LoucurasPorque todos procuram a todo o custo tornar-nos loucos, eu sou louca! Mas só um bocadinho!DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.comBlogger2011100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-20589717406546470302011-11-30T10:49:00.001+01:002011-11-30T10:50:35.037+01:00Outono...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LhutMz4kFRQ/TtX7mM_kuqI/AAAAAAAAAsE/zOpKStvtmdo/s1600/outono+prateado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LhutMz4kFRQ/TtX7mM_kuqI/AAAAAAAAAsE/zOpKStvtmdo/s640/outono+prateado.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 22pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 22pt; line-height: 115%;">Outono prateado <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 22pt; line-height: 115%;">das memórias inolvidáveis,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 22pt; line-height: 115%;">Que se perpetuam<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 22pt; line-height: 115%;">No eu que vagueia<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 22pt; line-height: 115%;">Nos coloridos <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 22pt; line-height: 115%;">do Outono.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 22pt; line-height: 115%;">Beleza inesperada<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 22pt; line-height: 115%;">que aparece,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 22pt; line-height: 115%;">nas cores, <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 22pt; line-height: 115%;">nos tapetes prateados,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 22pt; line-height: 115%;">no inverno que espreita<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 22pt; line-height: 115%;">e fica gravada<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 22pt; line-height: 115%;">nos fios que se desprendem<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 22pt; line-height: 115%;">de mim,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 22pt; line-height: 115%;">Nos sentires<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 22pt; line-height: 115%;">ininterruptos<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 22pt; line-height: 115%;">de um tempo<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 22pt; line-height: 115%;">que é meu,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 22pt; line-height: 115%;">e que vou colorindo<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 22pt; line-height: 115%;">misturando com os sentires<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 22pt; line-height: 115%;">da paz feita silencio<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 29px; line-height: 33px;">que habita em mim…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 29px; line-height: 33px;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 29px; line-height: 33px;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: 6.75pt; mso-outline-level: 1;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 12pt;">Foto by </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 12pt;">- <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7195057@N03">dobseh</a></span></b><b><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 12pt;">&nbsp;</span></b><b><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-2058971740654647030?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-42504724659734064962011-08-03T15:44:00.003+02:002011-08-03T15:48:11.984+02:00Mundo meu...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NoQCNeP1nmY/TXDb3uCYnmI/AAAAAAAAAWA/kAK_kLiHoiQ/s1600/5378ferias.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NoQCNeP1nmY/TXDb3uCYnmI/AAAAAAAAAWA/kAK_kLiHoiQ/s640/5378ferias.jpg" t$="true" width="640px" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;">O tempo parou.<br />de repente</span><span style="font-size: large;">, </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">nos amanheceres silenciosos,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">das noites estreladas.</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Nos silêncios</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">que ficam </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e&nbsp;que marcam o meu silencio.</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">As manhas emersas na neblina,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">os passeios de bicicleta,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">o&nbsp;sabor da terra,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">o&nbsp;cheiro das aves e do sol,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">que me penetra a alma</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">E eu fico,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">tão bem,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">ancorada na planície de mim</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Quando tu chegas…</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-4250472465973406496?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-9525073588901924842011-07-15T11:54:00.001+02:002011-07-15T11:55:27.173+02:00Perfume...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sVOPw0EC2Fc/TiAMKWkKU_I/AAAAAAAAAr4/qgCDRtzdm3A/s1600/aa2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sVOPw0EC2Fc/TiAMKWkKU_I/AAAAAAAAAr4/qgCDRtzdm3A/s1600/aa2.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Espalhas pela casa </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">as flores,</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">e o seu perfume</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">perdura</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">nas gotas frescas </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">de cada manhã,</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">quando os pardais </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">poisados nos beirados</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">vão embalando </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">os nossos sonhos</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">de criança,</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">perdidos</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">mas não esquecidos,</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">ás vezes encontrados</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">no perfume das flores</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">que ainda perdura</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">na memória</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">ternurenta </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">do amor...</span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvAUwKKju08/TiAMNuG7R_I/AAAAAAAAAr8/zxom8il7V-0/s1600/aa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvAUwKKju08/TiAMNuG7R_I/AAAAAAAAAr8/zxom8il7V-0/s1600/aa.jpg" /></a></div>Fotos - <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/danielaromanesi/">Daniela Romanesi</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-952507358890192484?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-70038014792790172352011-07-01T16:43:00.001+02:002011-07-01T16:45:37.766+02:00Mar inebriante...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a8_pt0d7LgQ/Tg3cDQRTH1I/AAAAAAAAArw/pLIfRXS5HU8/s1600/mar+inebriante.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a8_pt0d7LgQ/Tg3cDQRTH1I/AAAAAAAAArw/pLIfRXS5HU8/s1600/mar+inebriante.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-size: large;">Mar Inebriante</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Que vais pintando </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Para mim,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Bem no fundo de ti</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">As cores que me preenchem</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Que me fazes esvaziar de mim</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Para me sentir</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Pedaço de onda</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Na imensidão</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">De uma gota.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Vem!</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Não tardes,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Desenha em mim </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">o crepúsculo,<br />E eu </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Sozinha,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Deixo-me encantar </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">No silêncio recortado</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">De cada batida,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Suave harmonia<br />Que desliza por mim</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">E em mim<br />E perdura…</span><br /><br />Foto - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border-collapse: separate; color: black; font: small 'Times New Roman'; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51782392@N06">Craig.Taylor</a> </span></span><br /><h1 id="yui_3_3_0_3_1309530982123545" style="font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold; margin: 4px 0px 9px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span id="yui_3_3_0_3_1309530982123544"><span id="yui_3_3_0_3_1309530982123543" style="background-color: #e6ecf9; color: black;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51782392@N06"></a></span></span>&nbsp;</h1><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-7003801479279017235?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-10109327469406717622011-06-03T17:26:00.000+02:002011-06-03T17:26:19.331+02:00Regresso a casa...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wZL9ddhqC90/Tej8mjGLZJI/AAAAAAAAArk/1Eitiur97wo/s1600/maq.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wZL9ddhqC90/Tej8mjGLZJI/AAAAAAAAArk/1Eitiur97wo/s400/maq.jpeg" t8="true" width="400px" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">Andei por outras galáxias,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Perdi-me noutros planetas</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Cruzei mares ,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Continentes,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Espaços</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">E memórias.</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Passaram-se tantos anos</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Em busca </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">De algo</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Que já nem sei o que é…</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Mas, </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">finalmente regresso a casa,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">E é bom deitar-me no jardim,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Sentir a terra fresca,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">O cheiro de casa,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">De mim,<br />Quando ainda era [quase] criança,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Voltei e não vou mais embora,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Aqui é o meu lugar,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">No sossego do meu coração…</span><br /><br /><br />Foto - Desconheço Autor<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-1010932746940671762?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-87268875154290404322011-05-19T13:39:00.001+02:002011-05-19T13:39:41.077+02:00Promessas guardadas...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TSzGZ8wQjzs/TdUAu_AbRMI/AAAAAAAAArY/D-RCCQdIi34/s1600/promessas+guardadas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"><img border="0" height="566" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TSzGZ8wQjzs/TdUAu_AbRMI/AAAAAAAAArY/D-RCCQdIi34/s640/promessas+guardadas.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"><br /></span><br /><div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 24pt;">Promessas guardadas</span></div><div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 24pt;">Fechadas a cadeado,</span></div><div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 24pt;">Num tempo inacabado,</span></div><div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 24pt;">Onde a perfeição</span></div><div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 24pt;">Dos detalhes</span></div><div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 24pt;">Fazia toda a diferença.</span></div><div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 24pt;"> </span></div><div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 24pt;">Hoje,</span></div><div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 24pt;">Esse tempo,</span></div><div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 24pt;">Insiste em</span></div><div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 24pt;">Perdurar</span></div><div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 24pt;">Em ficar,</span></div><div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 24pt;">no limiar</span></div><div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 24pt;">Da minha alma,</span></div><div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 24pt;">De onde vejo </span></div><div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 24pt;">A porta trancada,</span></div><div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 24pt;">Desgastada pelo tempo,</span></div><div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 24pt;">Guardando para a eternidade</span></div><div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 24pt;">As promessas,</span></div><div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 24pt;">Que nunca hão-de cumprir-se,</span></div><div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 24pt;">Porque o tempo é efémero</span></div><div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 24pt;">E eu</span></div><div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 24pt;">Já parti…</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 24pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 24pt;"> </span></div><div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 24pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';"><b>Foto - <a href="http://www.reflexosonline.com/reflexos.php?gp_utilizador=761&amp;galeria&amp;num_pasta=-1&amp;p=14">Marco Soares</a></b></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-8726887515429040432?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-89297370604185236542011-05-18T12:58:00.000+02:002011-05-18T12:58:18.109+02:00Brincamos com o fogo...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3sGKvWXwERY/TdOjqv58IeI/AAAAAAAAArU/gmm1bslLhoY/s1600/brinacanndo+com+o+fogo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3sGKvWXwERY/TdOjqv58IeI/AAAAAAAAArU/gmm1bslLhoY/s1600/brinacanndo+com+o+fogo.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Brincamos com o fogo</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">sim! É verdade,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">e queimamo-nos.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Feridas,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">dor,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">lágrimas,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">tudo isso </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">rasgamos no tempo,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">em nós.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">O fogo apagou-se,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">e nós? </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Feridos</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">pelo fogo</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">pelas palavras,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">amor-ódio</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">que nos dilacerou</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">mais ainda que o fogo.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">O fogo, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">breve mem</span><span style="font-size: large;">oria atroz,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">e nós?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Perdidos no tempo,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">nos caminhos</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">que nos distanciaram</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">e que nem as palavras</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">poderão voltar a juntar...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-8929737060418523654?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-31104522049864242752011-05-06T10:00:00.015+02:002011-05-06T14:30:36.325+02:00Toca o telefone...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TZgwTMkVQGM/TcOpP4bD8wI/AAAAAAAAArI/eYnRMpSx3Yk/s1600/4822159174_84425d7d9e_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TZgwTMkVQGM/TcOpP4bD8wI/AAAAAAAAArI/eYnRMpSx3Yk/s1600/4822159174_84425d7d9e_z.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Toca o telefone</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">mas, eu já não te oiço</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">do outro lado </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">sussurrando de mansinho</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">fazendo de mim</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">imperadora </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">das tuas vontades</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">deusa</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">dos teus desejos</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">que morreram no ocaso</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">perdidos e<br />nunca encontrados </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">naufragados</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">numa praia deserta</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">onde tudo era ainda possível.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Mas quis o sol</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">a chuva e o vento</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">leva-los</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">para longe de nós</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e nós </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">de telefone no ouvido</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">escutando outros sussurros</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">outros desejos...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Foto de: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redredhead/4822159174/in/pool-99079302@N00/">Redredhead</a><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-3110452204986424275?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-85732021606411647452011-04-19T12:39:00.000+02:002011-04-19T12:39:17.514+02:00Jasmim...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfTUjOIy6iA/Ta1llCOtZQI/AAAAAAAAAqs/pKAFXZWf8c8/s1600/flores-jasmim_883_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfTUjOIy6iA/Ta1llCOtZQI/AAAAAAAAAqs/pKAFXZWf8c8/s1600/flores-jasmim_883_1.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ainda de lembras do cheiro do jasmim?</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Daquele, </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">onde por debaixo dele</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Sonhávamos?</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">O seu cheiro</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Ainda perdura na minha pele.</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Os sonhos ,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">esses, levou-os os invernos</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">tempestuosos.</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">O velho jasmim</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">ainda floresce a cada Primavera.</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Sento-me debaixo dele,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">agora sozinha</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e&nbsp;às vezes ainda sonho,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">como se o tempo não tivesse passado</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e&nbsp;tu ainda estivesses comigo </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">debaixo do velho jasmim</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">que se tornou eterno</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">em mim…</span><br /><br /> <br />Foto - Desconheço Autor<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-8573202160641164745?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-81888484006299984972011-04-12T13:34:00.001+02:002011-04-12T13:40:19.787+02:00Frio na alma...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9aJerAQIb7o/TaQn_mLCNhI/AAAAAAAAAqg/h5TojMohIYQ/s1600/Somente+o+tempo....jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9aJerAQIb7o/TaQn_mLCNhI/AAAAAAAAAqg/h5TojMohIYQ/s640/Somente+o+tempo....jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Vens e eu não estou,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">mas,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">deixo-me invadir</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e começo a sentir</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">esse frio na alma...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Deixo cair </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">umas lágrimas</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">geladas,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">que me magoam</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e me sublimam</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">de mim para mim.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Fico quieta,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">parada,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">deixando-me gelar,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">mas, será só </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">um momento</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">em que o frio me invade</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e eu vou deixando...</span><br /><br />Foto - Desconheço Autor<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-8188848400629998497?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-89750871527189121892011-03-31T16:39:00.001+02:002011-03-31T16:39:41.332+02:00Mulher...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oj9XJSk9AMc/TZSQpfXWgmI/AAAAAAAAAqM/9KouHtstPm4/s1600/mulher-arabe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oj9XJSk9AMc/TZSQpfXWgmI/AAAAAAAAAqM/9KouHtstPm4/s1600/mulher-arabe.jpg" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Cristal pequenino,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">frágil</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">que te partes </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e&nbsp;repartes</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e&nbsp;em ti permanece a força de ser</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Mulher,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Mãe,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Esposa,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Trabalhadora…</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e&nbsp;ainda</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">tens tempo</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">para sonhar,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">para colorir o mundo</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">para o transformares <br />num jardim florido,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">onde semeias sorrisos!</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">E esqueceste de ti…</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">tantas, tantas vezes</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e continuas,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Sempre com a mesma força!</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">És silêncio,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Lágrima</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Dor </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e sorriso…</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Mulher,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Cristal pequenino,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">mas…</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Rocha firme</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Porto de abrigo</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Casa, onde sempre há</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Afecto para mais um,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e&nbsp;outro e outro…</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Olhas o mundo</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">com os olhos da ternura</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">com os olhos de mulher…</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Cristal pequenino,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Mas guerreira,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Lutadora…</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">E a tua luta não tem fim…</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">A tua arma…</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">O Amor,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e o teu coração não se cansa…</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">de amar</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">de ser …</span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">MULHER!</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />Foto - Desconheço autor<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-8975087152718912189?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-37098747899630779542011-03-23T10:30:00.000+01:002011-03-23T10:30:42.026+01:00Calmaria...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.reflexosonline.com/fotos/medias/232176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" r6="true" src="http://www.reflexosonline.com/fotos/medias/232176.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Já não há senão </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">calmaria,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">paz e serenidade,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">perpetuada</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">nas águas quase&nbsp;quietas</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">daquele rio,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">onde os pedaços de silêncio</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">caem sorrateiramente,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">deslizam por entre a natureza,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e se fazem vida,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e luz</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">para mim.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Entram em mim</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e aí permanecem,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">transformando-me,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">apaziguando-me,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">enquanto eu,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">serena, </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">vou passeando</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">em surdina </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">pela ponte,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">para escutar e viver,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">os pedaços da calmaria,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">feita silêncio e paz...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Foto - <a href="http://www.reflexosonline.com/reflexos.php?num_foto=232176">Rosa Barriga</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-3709874789963077954?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-70970985119930174542011-03-21T13:03:00.001+01:002011-03-21T13:04:23.318+01:00Na areia...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-moamN2Z45P0/TYc9RktesYI/AAAAAAAAApo/6jQWN57IF8I/s1600/escrever+na+areia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="425" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-moamN2Z45P0/TYc9RktesYI/AAAAAAAAApo/6jQWN57IF8I/s640/escrever+na+areia.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">Deixei de escrever</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">já não tenho papel</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">onde </span><span style="font-size: large;">caibam as palavras.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Agora </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">escrevo na areia,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">palavras,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">sentimentos,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">dores e </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">alegrias,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">alinhadas ou</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">desalinhadas,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">pouco importa,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">escrevo-as, mas&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">na areia</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">que o mar vem beijar</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e levar</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">para longe</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e um dia trazer para perto</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">ou não.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Palavras que se vão</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e não voltam</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e se voltarem</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">hão-de vir transformadas,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">iluminadas</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">pelo meu mar de marfim,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">de azuis etéreos</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">que me farão sonhar</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e acreditar...</span><br /><br /><br /><br />Foto -<a href="http://br.olhares.com/escrever_na_areia_foto3341574.html"> Vera </a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-7097098511993017454?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-33989498414811013252011-03-15T16:21:00.000+01:002011-03-15T16:21:16.562+01:00A leveza...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-B_dsKPzBShI/TX-BemwaeII/AAAAAAAAApY/doinagflyiw/s1600/petalas+no+ch%25C3%25A1o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-B_dsKPzBShI/TX-BemwaeII/AAAAAAAAApY/doinagflyiw/s1600/petalas+no+ch%25C3%25A1o.jpg" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Adornaste os caminhos </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">para eu passar,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">serpenteaste-os</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">com as cores do amor,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e da paz,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e eu</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">passei,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">segura de mim</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">deixando-me inundar</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">por esse caminho</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">sentido </span><span style="font-size: large;">em mim</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">a leveza </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">do amor e da paz</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">entrelaçados</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">nas pétalas</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">que perfumavam a minha'alma...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Foto - Desconheço Autor<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-3398949841481101325?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-10758033197832349932011-03-14T16:47:00.001+01:002011-03-14T16:48:37.317+01:00Imperadora...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4_i4ltbyPEw/TX43eKqjdzI/AAAAAAAAApU/pSx0WCWOsCM/s1600/YARA_IMPERADORA.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4_i4ltbyPEw/TX43eKqjdzI/AAAAAAAAApU/pSx0WCWOsCM/s1600/YARA_IMPERADORA.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Agora eu sou</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">imperadora </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">da minha vontade,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">dos meus sentidos, </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">da minha liberdade.</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Sou eu que dito as leis.</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Sou eu,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">porque sim,<br />porque quero!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Já não consegues tocar</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">a&nbsp;minha alma,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e ao meu coração</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">já lhe curei as feridas…</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br />&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: large;">Continuas por aí,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">a&nbsp;rondar os caminhos,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">mas, agora</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">estão vedados.</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Já não podes trepar os muros </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">do meu castelo,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">a&nbsp;ponte levadiça</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">não mais se estende para ti.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Eu sou a imperadora,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">do meu reino,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e&nbsp;não te quero </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">como vassalo…</span><br /><br /><br />Foto - Desconheço Autor<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-1075803319783234993?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-85069880445758039782011-03-08T00:43:00.001+01:002011-03-08T00:44:37.092+01:00Passos...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kevHe6X35_M/TXQqyRJ9gbI/AAAAAAAAApA/4CI2mvfa3mg/s1600/deixo+1+pc+de+mim.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kevHe6X35_M/TXQqyRJ9gbI/AAAAAAAAApA/4CI2mvfa3mg/s640/deixo+1+pc+de+mim.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Decidi um dia,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">mudar os meus passos</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">passos diferentes,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">por onde&nbsp;passasse,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">deixaria&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">um pouco de mim,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">nem que para isso&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">tivesse que dar</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">voltas&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">e mais voltas...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Voltas de encontro,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">e desencontro,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">voltas&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">sempre novas</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">nos novos passos</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">que ninguém entende.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Passos lentos e&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">silenciosos,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">que vão marcando&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">o caminho,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">outrora gasto</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">e agora novo...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><br />Foto - Desconheço autor<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-8506988044575803978?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-41698695147834315862011-03-07T00:13:00.002+01:002011-03-07T00:17:46.958+01:00Sem máscara...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-tgPATcUZT_M/TXQTjp2WlZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/AQwTsZ7X6PA/s1600/dair+m%25C3%25A1scara.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="442" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-tgPATcUZT_M/TXQTjp2WlZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/AQwTsZ7X6PA/s640/dair+m%25C3%25A1scara.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Não posso</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">colocar&nbsp;</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">algo,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">que&nbsp;deturpará</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">a visão,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">que&nbsp;alterará</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">o&nbsp;sentido&nbsp;de mim,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">do mais profundo de mim.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Não!</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Recuso-me,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Não ponho a máscara,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">jamais poderás ver-me</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">falseada,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">sendo o que não sou.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Só poderás ver-me,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">na simplicidade&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">de mim,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">naquilo</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">que sou</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">e que sinto em mim</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">e para além de mim</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">mas&nbsp;</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">sempre,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">sem máscara...&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><br /><br />Foto - Desconheço autor<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-4169869514783431586?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-22875200823091607112011-03-04T13:52:00.001+01:002011-03-04T13:52:30.308+01:00Branco...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HwByN6o6HkA/TXDaeHAh1fI/AAAAAAAAAo0/QajAZx4TfTI/s1600/branco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="425" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HwByN6o6HkA/TXDaeHAh1fI/AAAAAAAAAo0/QajAZx4TfTI/s640/branco.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Branco,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">que&nbsp;te encostas&nbsp;a mim,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">suavemente,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">perfumas a minh'alma</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e me apaziguas.</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Branco,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">que te pressinto</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">nos sentimentos puros</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">lavados e regados</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">pelo Branco</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Branco, </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">que me falas, </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">de coração sossegado,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">que perpétuas em mim</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">a doçura</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">das manhãs brancas,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">orvalhadas</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e cheias de beleza, </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">de Branco...</span><br /><br /><br />Foto de - <a href="http://www.reflexosonline.com/reflexos.php?gp_utilizador=1045">Luís Cezar Salama</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-2287520082309160711?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-29477612716777372992011-03-04T10:35:00.003+01:002011-03-04T10:42:17.745+01:00Abrigo...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-0Tdo5L5Pgs0/TXCjCgfQNJI/AAAAAAAAAow/nun_MANNcD4/s1600/abrigo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="411" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-0Tdo5L5Pgs0/TXCjCgfQNJI/AAAAAAAAAow/nun_MANNcD4/s640/abrigo.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">Sempre haverá um abrigo,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">não importa onde,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">aí poderei repousar </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">a&nbsp;minh’alma.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Um abrigo,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">De verdes campos,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">de silêncios profundos,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">de cascatas que fazem música.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Sempre haverá um abrigo,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">para me acolher,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">quando eu já não tiver forças</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e quiser desistir, ou</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">para partilhar </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">a&nbsp;minha alegria,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">quando eu, criança</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">saltar pelos campos</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">rolar pela erva,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e&nbsp;cantar</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">melodias de silêncio,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">acompanhadas</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">pelo canto das aves,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">que livres vão voando</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">nas manhãs</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">junto ao abrigo…</span><br /><br /><br />Foto de - <a href="http://www.reflexosonline.com/reflexos.php?gp_utilizador=10826">José Silva Casal</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-2947761271677737299?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-70243435106167386562011-03-03T13:35:00.000+01:002011-03-03T13:35:14.053+01:00A criança...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-DeqPNZNm9Do/TW-JTbWP6jI/AAAAAAAAAos/-uIWCNJc0_g/s1600/crianca.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-DeqPNZNm9Do/TW-JTbWP6jI/AAAAAAAAAos/-uIWCNJc0_g/s1600/crianca.jpeg" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">A criança </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">ainda não partiu.</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Ela continua a correr </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">nos corredores,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">a pintar as paredes,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">a rir e a chorar</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">com a mesma intensidade.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">A criança veio </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">para ficar.</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Agarra-se á vida</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">afincadamente, </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">teme </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">que não a queiram.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Por isso,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">pela criança</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">que habita </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">o meu coração,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">continuo </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">a rir e a chorar</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">corro e salto,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">amuo</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e fico feliz </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">quase ao mesmo tempo</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e sinto </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">que o meu coração </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">é dessa criança,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">que fui,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e que sou...&nbsp;</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-7024343510616738656?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-14283480886042461982011-03-02T12:38:00.001+01:002011-03-02T12:40:01.143+01:00O lago...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-nEIElWh3U4A/TWmo24f8J6I/AAAAAAAAAoo/SETLbtIDGUA/s1600/lago+prespectivado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-nEIElWh3U4A/TWmo24f8J6I/AAAAAAAAAoo/SETLbtIDGUA/s640/lago+prespectivado.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">O lago ainda existe,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">fui espreita-lo</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">por entre a neblina</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">dos dias.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">As&nbsp;árvores milenares</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">contavam-me&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">os nossos segredos</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">agora envelhecidos,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">esquecidos,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">perdidos</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">no tempo.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">E eu,&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">por entre a neblina,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">senti que o lago</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">era meu,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">mas não os segredos,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">que já esquecidos</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">me levaram para longe...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Foto - Desconheço autor</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-1428348088604246198?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-76521556350761390982011-02-25T12:32:00.001+01:002011-02-25T13:20:59.376+01:00Velho piano...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--F8LiKNZvWY/TWeQnDywWpI/AAAAAAAAAok/7LUsxbEiBAk/s1600/tocar_piano.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" l6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--F8LiKNZvWY/TWeQnDywWpI/AAAAAAAAAok/7LUsxbEiBAk/s640/tocar_piano.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">O velho piano </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">ainda toca,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">consegues ouvi-lo?</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Outrora tocava melodias</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">ininterruptas</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">de amor,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">que nos faziam sonhar...</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Depois o silêncio</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">foi a partitura</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">que preencheu</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">aquele velho piano,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">abandonado,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">esquecido...</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Hoje</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">volta a tocar!</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">As partituras </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">são novas,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">no velho piano...</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">como novos são</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">os sentimentos,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">que se misturam</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">com as notas </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">feridas,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">na balada</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">sempre nova</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">que componho</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">em cada dia...</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: red;">Foto de&nbsp; - </span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yein/3349004340/sizes/o/in/set-72157601644897511/"><span style="color: red;">Yein </span></a><span style="color: red;">- </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-7652155635076139098?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-66567641238515935462011-02-25T09:34:00.002+01:002011-02-25T12:18:32.861+01:00A ponte...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8mb6siQJRSU/TWbbnD5AJ3I/AAAAAAAAAoc/SDt7dbsmpQ8/s1600/mund+color.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8mb6siQJRSU/TWbbnD5AJ3I/AAAAAAAAAoc/SDt7dbsmpQ8/s640/mund+color.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sabias que eu voltaria</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">àquele lugar,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">onde um dia deixei</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">um pedaço de mim...</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">Por isso</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">preparaste tudo,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">pintaste a ponte</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">da cor dos meus sonhos</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">para que passasse,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">mas, eu...</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Não passei…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">A ponte toca </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">as duas margens,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">é uma passagem...</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">E eu não quero passar</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">não quero tocar </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">a outra margem</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">está escuro e frio...</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">Por isso permaneço em mim,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">resgatei o meu pedaço</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e parti...</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">Inundada de luz...</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>Foto de &nbsp;- <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yein/2785596455/in/set-72157601644897511/">Yein</a></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-6656764123851593546?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-90746353413042955762011-02-24T12:27:00.001+01:002011-02-24T12:28:30.516+01:00Para mim...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nn1qEF1nvfw/TWY41Fh8PXI/AAAAAAAAAoY/Xxe7iZCo23A/s1600/arc+i.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nn1qEF1nvfw/TWY41Fh8PXI/AAAAAAAAAoY/Xxe7iZCo23A/s640/arc+i.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Paraste o mundo</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">sossegaste-o,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">para poderes pinta-lo</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">para mim...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Na natureza quieta</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">no quadro vivo </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">que desenhaste,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">na balada </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">que compuseste...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Tu és um alquimista</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e eu...</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">peregrina</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">dos teus caminhos,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">sempre novos</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e tranquilos,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">ecos do silêncio</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">do teu e meu coração</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">que se perdeu no tempo</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e que se hão-de encontrar </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">um dia</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">no silêncio...Dos corações...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: red; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Foto - António Soares</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-9074635341304295576?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-17665120982616095952011-02-23T10:01:00.000+01:002011-02-23T10:01:03.284+01:00Suave Paz...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xk4-6YuOz6I/TWTJQ-X9GKI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/fs6p-qcHa3M/s1600/neve.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xk4-6YuOz6I/TWTJQ-X9GKI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/fs6p-qcHa3M/s640/neve.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;">Levaste-me </span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;">para as terras geladas</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;">e eu fui,</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;">levaste-me </span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;">e não me trouxeste,</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;">por isso fiquei...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;">Ancorei a minha alma</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;">nas pradarias do silêncio,</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;">e o meu coração</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;">nos sentimentos puros,</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;">brancos e intactos</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;">da neve...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;">Pura e branca,</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;">suave paz</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;">que me preenche</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;">e embala</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;">na balada</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;">sempre nova</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;">que passei a ouvir</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;">em cada dia...</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;">Quando o silêncio azul</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;">se mistura com o branco</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;">silencioso da neve...</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: #cc0000;">Foto -</span> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yein/3275624194/in/set-72157601644897511/">yein</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-1766512098261609595?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-2913457657131581142011-02-22T11:48:00.001+01:002011-02-25T12:19:09.217+01:00Mar...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-APWztNVZuU0/TWOS5qTK7PI/AAAAAAAAAoM/oQYzTkYUiek/s1600/mar.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-APWztNVZuU0/TWOS5qTK7PI/AAAAAAAAAoM/oQYzTkYUiek/s640/mar.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">Mar de sonhos,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">de todas as ilusões,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">tu...Forte</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">eu...Franca,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">mas liberta...</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Mar que me levaste </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e nunca mais me trouxeste...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Mar que te escuto,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">mar que me ouves,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">mar onde me revejo</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e te vejo...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Mar de marfim,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">das noites longas,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">em que fico a escutar-te</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">em surdina,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e em que apaziguas </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">a minh'alma</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">perdida e encontrada</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">entre uma vaga e outra...</span><br /><br />Foto de&nbsp; - António Soares<br />Obrigado António!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-291345765713158114?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-76176013826099865322011-02-21T11:51:00.002+01:002011-02-21T11:53:38.621+01:00Caminho...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YS5cNff2bSk/TWJAT5hgmPI/AAAAAAAAAoI/YReECmHazfg/s1600/CAMINHO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YS5cNff2bSk/TWJAT5hgmPI/AAAAAAAAAoI/YReECmHazfg/s640/CAMINHO.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">Restou o caminho,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">restou o silêncio</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">que perdura nele,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">restaram </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">os ecos silenciosos</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">de um caminho</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">feito pedaços</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">de ternura</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">envoltos em saudades...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Restou o caminho</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">prateado,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">salpicado,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">adornado</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">de silêncio...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Restou o caminho...</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">para eu passar,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">para me iluminar,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">me sossegar, e</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">para me conduzir </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">á luz!</span><br /><br />Foto de <a href="http://nunoalmeidasantos.fotosblogue.com/">Nuno Santos</a><br />Obrigado Nuno, está excelente!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-7617601382609986532?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-51188734633857570412011-02-18T09:22:00.002+01:002011-02-18T09:25:32.429+01:00A porta entreaberta...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yrZPxtXGh3Y/TV2t6__A1wI/AAAAAAAAAnU/TvgE-fehoRc/s1600/porta+entreaberta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yrZPxtXGh3Y/TV2t6__A1wI/AAAAAAAAAnU/TvgE-fehoRc/s640/porta+entreaberta.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">A porta entreaberta,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">no limiar do tempo,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">que passou,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">que levou </span><span style="font-size: large;">e trouxe </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">que escureceu e</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">que brilhou...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mas, a porta...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Ainda permanece</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">entreaberta...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Ninguém ousou fechar</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">e </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">eu também não...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Lá dentro as memórias&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">passadas,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">esquecidas,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">doridas,&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">pelo tempo,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">quase mortas,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">mas não esquecidas...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">A porta entreaberta</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">ficou,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">qual memorial&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">de sentimentos,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">que o tempo escureceu,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">desgastou,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">cicatrizou,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">mas não levou...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Foto de -<a href="http://fotologue.jp/nunoasantos/"> Nuno Santos</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Obrigado Nuno, pelo excelente trabalho.</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-5118873463385757041?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-70100155780635408922011-02-17T10:24:00.004+01:002011-02-18T15:18:51.586+01:00Metade de mim...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4bt-Tp9c9w8/TVzgLUITspI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/3TzCjAOsg7s/s1600/mulher+artistico.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4bt-Tp9c9w8/TVzgLUITspI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/3TzCjAOsg7s/s400/mulher+artistico.jpg" width="265" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Metade de mim</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">sou eu</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">e a outra não sei...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Metade de mim </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">é fogo</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">e a outra água,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">é chão,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">e terra,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">caminhos por descobrir...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Metade de mim</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">é tristeza,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">e a outra alegria sem fim.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Metade de mim</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">é chuva</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">e a outra o sol que renasce.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Metade de mim é revolta,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">mas a outra é paz que fica...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Metade de mim já partiu</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">e a outra metade </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">procuro-a</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">nas sombras desgastadas, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">das memórias perdidas...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-7010015578063540892?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-1748831960939915262011-02-16T12:17:00.003+01:002011-02-18T15:19:05.358+01:00Equilibro-me...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L1A4DML-_do/TVuvg_AppeI/AAAAAAAAAnM/aVaDxoHXNSU/s1600/bailarina+14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="392" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L1A4DML-_do/TVuvg_AppeI/AAAAAAAAAnM/aVaDxoHXNSU/s640/bailarina+14.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Equilibro-me em mim</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">numa dança fugaz,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">na natureza quieta</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">absorta,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">na minha dança</span>...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Desenho o horizonte</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">segundo a minha vontade,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">calo os ruídos,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">as vozes</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">e o mundo.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Desenho o sol, o mar,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">o riso e a lágrima</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">mas em silêncio...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Silêncio tecido, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">urdido lá longe...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">no espaço singular </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">e silencioso </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">do meu coração...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-174883196093991526?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-74129739524325469652011-02-15T10:56:00.005+01:002011-02-21T23:24:52.094+01:00o tempo...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F5tRIIZwQ5g/TVpL1BcwwAI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Gb5qJF5bdd4/s1600/piano+pes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F5tRIIZwQ5g/TVpL1BcwwAI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Gb5qJF5bdd4/s400/piano+pes.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Louco o tempo</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">perdido na memória,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">nas formas estranhas </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">de tudo equilibrar</span>...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mas, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">já não há memórias,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">por isso se perderam</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">as formas...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">E agora</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">tudo é possível</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">de novo...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mas de uma forma&nbsp;nova,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">mil maneiras</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">de&nbsp;fazer as coisas</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">de novo,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">sem repetir,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">sem prever,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">que o tempo</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">ai! o tempo</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">esse é sempre louco...&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Foto - <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yein/2669963617/in/set-72157601644897511/">Yein</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-7412973952432546965?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-22231110080284428422011-02-14T09:56:00.002+01:002011-02-17T12:47:04.536+01:00Caminhos de silêncio...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zJv6VBzGhSM/TVjsrqXqI0I/AAAAAAAAAm8/J8-PUqQcwhw/s1600/Caminho+das+pedras.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="321" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zJv6VBzGhSM/TVjsrqXqI0I/AAAAAAAAAm8/J8-PUqQcwhw/s400/Caminho+das+pedras.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">Longo o caminho,</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">longa a miragem,</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">longas as palavras</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">que agora vazias</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">perderam </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">o som</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">o sentido</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">o valor...</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">Longo o tempo</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">em que o eco das palavras</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">ainda se ouvia</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">atrás das montanhas, </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">num sussurrar enigmático</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">que acariciava os sentidos...</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hoje...</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">Longo o silêncio,</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">longo o caminho,</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">longa a serenidade</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">de uma quietude </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">que me apaziagua a alma,</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">e que fica </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">nos caminhos de SILÊNCIO...</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-2223111008028442842?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-45107445337756438172011-02-09T12:49:00.003+01:002011-02-18T15:20:49.613+01:00Parei o tempo...<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TVJ98LPzbfI/AAAAAAAAAm4/btd1VytwY-k/s1600/mulher+relogio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TVJ98LPzbfI/AAAAAAAAAm4/btd1VytwY-k/s640/mulher+relogio.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">Parei o tempo</span></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">nos intervalos sinuosos</span></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">da memória rasgada,</span></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">entrecortada </span></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">pelos segundos,</span></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">agora parados</span></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">de um tempo sem limites</span></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">porque já não há tempo...</span></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><span style="font-size: large;">Uma&nbsp;breve brisa</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">afaga a minha vontade </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">de viver </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">fora do tempo</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">no mundo etéro</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">pintado por mim</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e para mim...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Não tenho pressa,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">agora o mundo</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">anda devagarinho,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e eu,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">comando os segundos,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">agora parados</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">na vaga memória</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">de um momento...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-4510744533775643817?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-48949421442221138552011-01-13T10:38:00.002+01:002011-02-17T12:45:58.081+01:00Pura inocência...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TS68Vy5gYiI/AAAAAAAAAmw/_0UF_hQwxR0/s1600/menina+anjo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TS68Vy5gYiI/AAAAAAAAAmw/_0UF_hQwxR0/s400/menina+anjo.jpg" width="272" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Abro a porta do jardim</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">e saio...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Em mim sinto ainda</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">a pureza da inocência</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">nos passos trémulos</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">mas firmes,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">descalços</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">e desprendidos,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">quando trespasso a porta do jardim,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">desse jardim longínquo</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">e tão próximo</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">que ainda habita em mim...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Pura inocência...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">No mais profundo</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">das minhas memórias,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">vividas, sofridas, amadas...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">No jardim,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">pedaço de cor,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">raio breve de luz</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">no limiar do recanto da minh'alma...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-4894942144222113855?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-85442044009652279102010-07-29T12:04:00.001+02:002010-07-29T12:04:38.384+02:00Liberdade...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TFFRAfSnteI/AAAAAAAAAmU/EV4RslTCKi4/s1600/luz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TFFRAfSnteI/AAAAAAAAAmU/EV4RslTCKi4/s400/luz.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Entre o nascer</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e o pôr do sol,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e ainda à noitinha</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">haverá sempre uma&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">luz,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">grito calado</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">mas não mudo</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">da liberdade</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">que me guia,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">que me faz ir além</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">com a força&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e a coragem</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">de uma luta serena</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">em mim,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">apaziguada</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">pela liberdade&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">da certeza</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">de ser livre...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-8544204400965227910?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-82898069052043541202010-07-28T13:32:00.002+02:002011-02-21T00:23:22.645+01:00Não sou daqui...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TE_kJ6jFlRI/AAAAAAAAAmM/eNkXYzKsGnk/s1600/mundos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="301" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TE_kJ6jFlRI/AAAAAAAAAmM/eNkXYzKsGnk/s400/mundos.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span> <br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Recuso-me a ser&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">deste mundo,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">de aparências,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">mentiras,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">interesses...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">não sou daqui...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span> <br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Passeio-me</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">por entre os muros</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">da hipocrisia</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">mas não me deixo</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">corromper...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">porque eu...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Não sou daqui...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span> <br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Dentro de mim,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">há&nbsp;planícies</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">de paz e sossego</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">de calma e tranquilidade,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">de simplicidade,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">de risos</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">que fazem música ,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">de inocência</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">sempre pura,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e sempre nova...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-8289806905204354120?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-81796611914015599622010-07-23T11:45:00.000+02:002010-07-23T11:45:40.345+02:00Eu, já não sou eu...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TEliUkQPddI/AAAAAAAAAmE/lfQzQ-pYYSk/s1600/rosto+partido.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TEliUkQPddI/AAAAAAAAAmE/lfQzQ-pYYSk/s400/rosto+partido.jpg" width="331" /></a></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Junto os pedaços do meu rosto</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">eu já não sou eu</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">procuro em vão&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">a imagem perdida</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">desgastada pelo tempo...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Hoje,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">apenas resta</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">um pouco do que fui</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">na parte&nbsp;visível&nbsp;de mim,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">mil cicatrizes&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">entreabertas&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">no espaço longo&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">da memória</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">dorida, sofrida,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">que passa e não passa...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Mas,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">intacta,&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">como no primeiro dia</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">permanece a minh'alma</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">povoada de cascatas,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">de sons de harpa,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">de risos de crianças,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">de pureza&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">por descobrir...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-8179661191401559962?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-26540030588712192802010-07-23T00:40:00.002+02:002011-02-27T22:43:06.360+01:00Descalça...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TEjHnXSLiEI/AAAAAAAAAl8/BqUsuXidhP0/s1600/Caminhando+Descal%C3%A7a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TEjHnXSLiEI/AAAAAAAAAl8/BqUsuXidhP0/s640/Caminhando+Descal%C3%A7a.jpg" width="499" /></a></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Caminho descalça,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">sempre descalça</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">passeio-me pela vida</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">como se a vida&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">não fosse minha...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><span style="font-size: large;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sem&nbsp;pretensões,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">ou ilusões,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">sei o que piso</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">e o que não quero pisar</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">mas tudo ao meu redor</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">hei-de senti-lo</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">naquele lugar escondido</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">naquela morada</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">onde ninguém pode&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">deitar um olhar</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">porque no mais profundo&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">de mim</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">ninguém entra,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">a porta está fechada</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">e eu perdi a chave...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-2654003058871219280?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-40865690609263273732010-07-16T13:26:00.001+02:002010-07-16T13:27:01.603+02:00Silêncio...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TEBAQLOeaHI/AAAAAAAAAl0/qBc0KCNH2wQ/s1600/mulher+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TEBAQLOeaHI/AAAAAAAAAl0/qBc0KCNH2wQ/s400/mulher+2.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">É preciso que o silêncio</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">se faça...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Acalma-te</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">serena-te</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Apazigua-te</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">agora senta-te</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e fecha os olhos</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">devagar</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">como se o mundo</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">fosse acabar</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e não houvesse</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">mais mundo...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Só tu</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">tu... e&nbsp;&nbsp;o silêncio</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">o silêncio e tu...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">consegues ouvi-lo?</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Consegues</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">que ele te preencha?</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Então..escuta,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">escuta o som do silêncio</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">que vai deambulando</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">que vai marcando o ritmo</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">da melodia silenciosa</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">que te preencha e te acalma</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">ao som inigualável do silêncio...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-4086569060926327373?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-72152180506823905152010-07-15T12:34:00.000+02:002010-07-15T12:34:02.050+02:00Sem mágoas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TD7gHtnp-ZI/AAAAAAAAAls/bvdZ2Drx_IU/s1600/nas+minhas+m%C3%A3os.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="395" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TD7gHtnp-ZI/AAAAAAAAAls/bvdZ2Drx_IU/s400/nas+minhas+m%C3%A3os.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Estreito entre as minhas mãos</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">bem junto ao meu coração</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">a flor</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">retiro-lhe as mágoas,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">todas,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">uma por uma</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">para que não reste&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">nenhuma...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">E a flor sorrirá</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">porque guardará em si</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">o perfume</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">a alegria</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e a saudade</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">de um dia...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Estreito-a fortemente</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">junto ao meu coração</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">para que ele também sinta</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">a beleza da flor</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">sem mágoas...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-7215218050682390515?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-42273675024308672292010-07-09T11:02:00.003+02:002011-02-17T12:48:30.450+01:00Janela do meu sentir...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TDbfGrljp0I/AAAAAAAAAlk/MDunUrFvdXM/s1600/janeja+(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TDbfGrljp0I/AAAAAAAAAlk/MDunUrFvdXM/s640/janeja+(1).jpg" width="427" /></a></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Deixo-me estar</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">à janela do meu sentir</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">que está sempre aberta...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">assim posso melhor&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">ver e sentir</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">tudo o que passa la fora</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">e cá dentro...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><span style="font-size: large;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">E vós&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">podeis também entrar por ela</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">sem pressa</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">sem hora</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">como no silêncio da noite</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">onde tudo é</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">serenidade</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">calma</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span">e&nbsp;</span><span class="Apple-style-span">tranquilidade,</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">num mundo aparte</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">que é meu&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">e para mim...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-4227367502430867229?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-68525228961141163472010-07-02T09:39:00.000+02:002010-07-02T09:39:06.153+02:00Pinto-me...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TC2WWc3qy8I/AAAAAAAAAlc/Xl2xLQVjVEM/s1600/cores.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="231" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TC2WWc3qy8I/AAAAAAAAAlc/Xl2xLQVjVEM/s400/cores.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Sou de todas as cores,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">daquelas que passam&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">pelo meu coração</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">pelo meu sentir</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">pelo meu ser...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Pinto-me de todas as cores</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">que sobre o azul</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">prateiam o meu sentir,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">delimitam</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">o meu querer</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e me trazem de volta</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">nas cores&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">do querer</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">do ser</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e do sentir...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-6852522896114116347?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-63026567842373794092010-07-01T16:06:00.001+02:002011-02-17T12:47:48.421+01:00Sou eu...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TCyfvoZ4sjI/AAAAAAAAAlU/pJiZbolj91M/s1600/a+minha+dan%C3%A7a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TCyfvoZ4sjI/AAAAAAAAAlU/pJiZbolj91M/s400/a+minha+dan%C3%A7a.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Agora sou eu que imponho</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">o ritmo</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">e não tu</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Danço descalça</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">porque&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">sou eu que domino</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sou eu que mando</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">nesta dança...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><span style="font-size: large;"></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">A música silenciosa</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">vai marcando o compasso</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">e eu danço,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">cabe-me a mim decidir</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">cada passo</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">cada ritmo</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">cada movimento</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">exterior&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">ou interior</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">sou dona de mim</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">e dos meus passos...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-6302656784237379409?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-3808016093910203592010-06-29T10:07:00.001+02:002010-06-29T10:11:55.864+02:00o mundo...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TCmmXEWRX3I/AAAAAAAAAlM/O8DdYOmdDXU/s1600/mulher+pensativa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TCmmXEWRX3I/AAAAAAAAAlM/O8DdYOmdDXU/s400/mulher+pensativa.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">O mundo gira</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e eu não paro</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">o mundo avança e eu vou</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">o mundo é silêncio</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e eu de silencio me visto...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">O mundo grita</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e eu choro em surdina</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">querendo o silêncio de volta</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">O mundo equilibra-se</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e eu desequilibro-me</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">em mim</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">para acompanhar&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">o mundo...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-380801609391020359?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-16127041071766577932010-06-25T17:26:00.002+02:002011-02-27T22:43:26.076+01:00Na noite...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TCTIrLDoM3I/AAAAAAAAAlE/rMtcS2WIaaM/s1600/ceu+estreles+noite+11111111111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="491" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TCTIrLDoM3I/AAAAAAAAAlE/rMtcS2WIaaM/s640/ceu+estreles+noite+11111111111.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Era noite...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">porque é na noite</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">que tudo se cala,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">é na noite</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">que me oiço</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">em surdina</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">sem tempo medido</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">sem tempo esperado</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">na noite tudo se cala</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">brilham as estrelas</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">que iluminam os pensamentos</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e&nbsp;reflectem&nbsp;os sentimentos</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">é na noite que paro</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">que fico quieta,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">prostrada por terra</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">sentindo</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">o cheiro das estrelas</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e escutando</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">&nbsp;o som do silêncio...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-1612704107176657793?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-33154523105748626622010-06-24T11:39:00.000+02:002010-06-24T11:39:35.009+02:00Chove...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TCMf7TYXw2I/AAAAAAAAAk8/DFOEodVAzLU/s1600/MULHER+DA+CHUVA.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="288" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TCMf7TYXw2I/AAAAAAAAAk8/DFOEodVAzLU/s400/MULHER+DA+CHUVA.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Chove...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Chove como nunca choveu antes,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">chove deliciosamente...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">uma chuva quente, suave</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">apaziguadora,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">deslumbrante</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">que me leva...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Chove em mim,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">chove no mais profundo de mim</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e eu sorrio</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e deixo-me molhar</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">sem pressa</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">sem medo</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e chove...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-3315452310574862662?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-36180091327952108452010-06-22T10:24:00.005+02:002010-06-22T13:18:39.261+02:00A harpa...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TCBxtWK-nqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/rRWeU9rCGW0/s1600/harp.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TCBxtWK-nqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/rRWeU9rCGW0/s400/harp.gif" width="391" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Ensinaste-me a tocar harpa</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e eu aprendi,</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">disseste-me</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">que bastava deixar&nbsp;</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">a harpa embalar</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">os meus sentimentos...</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Que fechasse&nbsp;</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">os olhos</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e me deixasse ir...</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">A harpa</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">guiaria-me</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">por caminhos desconhecidos</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">em mim...</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Deixei os meus dedos&nbsp;</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">flutuarem</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">os meus sentimentos</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">fluírem</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">escutei a</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">&nbsp;melodia</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">dos sentimentos</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">que pairavam em mim...</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-3618009132795210845?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-59366393296008220622010-06-19T00:36:00.000+02:002010-06-19T00:36:45.406+02:00Só...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TBv0Jh17E9I/AAAAAAAAAkc/fvnzsUKMs6E/s1600/so.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TBv0Jh17E9I/AAAAAAAAAkc/fvnzsUKMs6E/s400/so.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Não me sinto só</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">mas quero estar só,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">só,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">de mim para mim</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">sem um&nbsp;rasto&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">de som por perto</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">que perturbe&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">o deambular secreto&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">da minha alma...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">que se entrelaça no&nbsp;silêncio,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e&nbsp;do silencio</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">faz o som que&nbsp;quero&nbsp;ouvir</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">que quero escutar&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">quando estou&nbsp;só</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">mas não&nbsp;</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">sozinha...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-5936639329600822062?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-79824239753423639082010-06-17T13:06:00.003+02:002011-02-17T12:49:47.843+01:00Menina dos sonhos de água...<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TArLspxeQaI/AAAAAAAAAiU/dBZJILrjyK8/s1600/menina+guarda+chuva+rosa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TArLspxeQaI/AAAAAAAAAiU/dBZJILrjyK8/s400/menina+guarda+chuva+rosa.jpg" width="265" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Eu...</span></div><div style="margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Menina dos sonhos de água</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><span style="font-size: large;"></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">pequenina aventureira,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">que quero colorir&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">o mundo</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">nos traços cinzentos</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">das manhãs chuvosas,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">dos&nbsp;desencantos,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">das gotas de chuva,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">que insistem em cair</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">uma depois da outra,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">e outra, e ainda outra</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">e não se cansam</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">de pintar a cinza</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">a paisagem que vejo&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">debaixo do meu chapéu rosa...</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><span style="font-size: large;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">E eu...&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">menina dos sonhos de água</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">insisto em colori-la...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-7982423975342363908?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-75911576622583992622010-06-16T13:49:00.003+02:002010-06-19T00:39:57.899+02:00Vida...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TBv1s0Y60DI/AAAAAAAAAkk/azwBNy2vDXA/s1600/caminho+(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TBv1s0Y60DI/AAAAAAAAAkk/azwBNy2vDXA/s400/caminho+(1).jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Quantos caminhos gelados,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">caminhos vazios,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">onde a vida&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">morre&nbsp;</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">lentamente</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">sem tempo</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">sem vida</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">na vida que se desprende</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e ainda assim</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">permanece a esperança</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">na vida sufocada</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">escondida</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">nos lamentos gélidos</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">dos percursos nocturnos</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">até que chegue o dia...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-7591157662258399262?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-52028604915310243092010-06-15T11:53:00.004+02:002010-06-17T00:04:00.125+02:00Na natureza...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TBatVYLiDqI/AAAAAAAAAjE/B40vjyN2W1A/s1600/flor2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="347" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TBatVYLiDqI/AAAAAAAAAjE/B40vjyN2W1A/s400/flor2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Bela</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">a&nbsp;natureza</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e eu perdida...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Na natureza</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">que me liberta</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">que me leva</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">para além do horizonte...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Entrego-me</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">sem reservas</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">a toda esta beleza</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">que alguem desenhou</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">para mim</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e não me canso</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">de me perder</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">sem querer</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">jamais encontrar-me...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">E...sozinha</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">encho-me da vida</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">dos odores frescos</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">do deambular dos pardais</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e deixo-me ir...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-5202860491531024309?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-27898433417496407342010-06-14T00:46:00.005+02:002010-06-16T13:38:51.355+02:00Azul...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TBVf8JQCTcI/AAAAAAAAAi8/C1bsCPgDEI0/s1600/rosa-azul-fresca.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482393608273415618" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TBVf8JQCTcI/AAAAAAAAAi8/C1bsCPgDEI0/s640/rosa-azul-fresca.jpg" style="display: block; height: 300px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" width="640" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Respiro</span><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e sinto o perfume azul</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">dos sonhos,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">das marés</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">que vão e vêm, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e que ora levam</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">ora trazem </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">os sonhos azuis</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">das manhãs </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">de orvalho azul</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">de céu azul</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">mar azul</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">inocência azul</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">prateada</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">a azul</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">respiro o azul</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">que me preenche</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">de paz </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">que me inunda de liberdade</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e ao longe </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">o horizonte azul</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">que me convida a avançar...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-2789843341749640734?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-78861007053712161782010-06-08T12:46:00.005+02:002010-06-16T13:39:28.572+02:00Reflexos...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TA4fn6R00hI/AAAAAAAAAi0/y8d5v7Xe5DM/s1600/reflexos.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" height="427" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480352567075852818" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TA4fn6R00hI/AAAAAAAAAi0/y8d5v7Xe5DM/s640/reflexos.JPG" style="display: block; height: 267px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" width="640" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Rodopio</span><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e as cores </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">rodopiam comigo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">nesta dança</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">sem fim</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">procuro-me</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e não me encontro</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">perco-me</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e deslumbro-me</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">nas cores...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e danço</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">no ocaso</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">quando os reflexos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">a dourado e azul</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">serpenteiam</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">as águas calmas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e serenas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">da minha inquietude...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-7886100705371216178?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-22001846921487323682010-06-08T12:44:00.005+02:002010-06-16T13:39:46.904+02:00Escondes-te...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TA4fERPtIpI/AAAAAAAAAis/PFZ1nKpfZ0o/s1600/sol+entre+nuvens.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480351954765685394" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TA4fERPtIpI/AAAAAAAAAis/PFZ1nKpfZ0o/s400/sol+entre+nuvens.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 261px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Escondes-te </span><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">entre as nuvens</span><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">mas continuas forte </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e sereno</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">beijando-me o rosto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">que se apazigua</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">que quer serenar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">as emoções perdidas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">achadas </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e nunca encontradas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">em mim</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">em ti</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e eu vou caminhando</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">sob o sol</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">que se esconde</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">deixando sulcados </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">os meus passos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">ora firmes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">ora incertos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">na certeza de caminhar...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-2200184692148732368?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-36032724091401077812010-06-08T12:35:00.004+02:002010-06-16T13:40:05.758+02:00Cristais...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TA4dZieUV9I/AAAAAAAAAik/eZ3XDcQxdZA/s1600/bolasabao.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480350121144375250" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TA4dZieUV9I/AAAAAAAAAik/eZ3XDcQxdZA/s400/bolasabao.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Escondo-te nos sonhos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e trespasso-te nas manhãs</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">ilusão sem dia</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">sem hora</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">ou segundo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">medido no tempo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">espuma cristalina que se desfaz </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">ante os meus olhos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">cristais de todas as cores</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">que flutuam ao meu redor</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">que desaparecem</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">perdidos no nada</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">vácuo aberto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">na memória sem fim</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">dos cristais prateados</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">da ternura de criança...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-3603272409140107781?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-72624222143452347962010-06-07T11:14:00.008+02:002010-06-16T13:41:14.797+02:00Passo...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TAy4fZ7cNZI/AAAAAAAAAic/8xsbHDfS62c/s1600/tun.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479957696278705554" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TAy4fZ7cNZI/AAAAAAAAAic/8xsbHDfS62c/s400/tun.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 284px;" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Passo </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e as paredes curvam-se</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">passo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e procuro a saída</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">de um caminho </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">que me assusta</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">mas,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">passo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e as paredes </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">não caem...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e o labirinto não me tolhe</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e eu passo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">não olho para trás</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">na manha azul</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">da noite</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">prateada</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">vai-se o medo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e as paredes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">permanecem </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">curvadas </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">mas firmes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e eu...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">passo...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">para o outro lado</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-7262422214345234796?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-54595535093755842432010-06-05T23:39:00.005+02:002010-06-16T13:41:38.217+02:00Não te oiço...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TArEFB9UWJI/AAAAAAAAAiM/z2bAKg0iOzU/s1600/porta.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479407487353641106" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TArEFB9UWJI/AAAAAAAAAiM/z2bAKg0iOzU/s400/porta.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Bates à porta e não te oiço</span><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">ou finjo não ouvir</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">bates à porta </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e eu mascaro o som.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">A porta envelhecida pelo tempo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">nos cantos amargos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">dos Invernos passados.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">E voltas </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">uma</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e outra vez</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e eu não te oiço</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e a porta</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">continua fechada...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Esperando</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">a vida</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">a morte </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">ou o que houver </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">de por ela passar</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-5459553509375584243?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-77352932798455871392010-06-05T23:15:00.003+02:002010-06-16T13:42:28.628+02:00Dança...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TAq-i-JKr4I/AAAAAAAAAiE/zVXUuYuujAA/s1600/bailarina.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479401404655906690" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TAq-i-JKr4I/AAAAAAAAAiE/zVXUuYuujAA/s640/bailarina.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" width="425" /></a><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Desassossego em mim </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Os ritmos desta dança</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Perpetuo-os na pele</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e procuro-os em mim</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">mas fora de mim</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">onde o ritmo balança</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">a constância da minha alma</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">que se perdeu</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">no ritmo da dança</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e ensaio um passo</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e outro passo</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">com o olhar seguro</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">que gravo em mim</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">e em ti...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-7735293279845587139?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-19995792274129504022010-06-05T00:08:00.002+02:002010-06-16T13:42:52.558+02:00Deixa-me ir atrás...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TAl5YaSW61I/AAAAAAAAAh8/Qn4BWBHXbqE/s1600/caracol.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" height="385" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479043881953061714" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/TAl5YaSW61I/AAAAAAAAAh8/Qn4BWBHXbqE/s640/caracol.jpg" style="display: block; height: 241px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" width="640" /></a><br /><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst"><o:p> </o:p></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Deixa-me ir atrás</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Nesse ritmo vagaroso </span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Que me inebria</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Nessas passadas</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Sem tempo</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Que me angustiam</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">E me levam </span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Quando me trazem</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></o:p></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Deixa-me ir atrás</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Deixa-me mudar o ritmo</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Dos meus passos</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Passos parados</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Passos que morrem</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">No intervalo</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Dos sentimentos</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Deixa-me ir atrás</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Nas tuas passadas</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">No tempo </span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Sem tempo</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Que o tempo</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Há-de levar</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Ao tempo…</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-1999579227412950402?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-85129349479987986582009-04-29T00:42:00.003+02:002010-06-15T11:56:56.544+02:00Pintar a vida!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SfeGWha80lI/AAAAAAAAAhs/tko4DMd5Gtw/s1600-h/pintar+a+vida.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329876405502923346" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SfeGWha80lI/AAAAAAAAAhs/tko4DMd5Gtw/s400/pintar+a+vida.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br /><div>Rabisco a vida</div><div>pinceladas de cor</div><div>que procuro dar</div><div>a cada passo do caminho...</div><div>Rabisco,</div><div>porque não sei desenhar</div><div>e vou formando o quadro,</div><div>a pintura </div><div>que nem todos entendem,</div><div>mas, é a minha pintura,</div><div>abstracta, </div><div>sofrida, </div><div>eufórica,</div><div>colorida...</div><div>e </div><div>mais um rabisco!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-8512934947998798658?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-43966700207554496122009-04-21T22:03:00.003+02:002010-06-15T11:57:36.384+02:00Gravado em mim...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/Se4pEQiZuPI/AAAAAAAAAhk/49fRrcQ-JYU/s1600-h/tok.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327240562361350386" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/Se4pEQiZuPI/AAAAAAAAAhk/49fRrcQ-JYU/s400/tok.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 295px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br /><div><br />Entraste<br />saíste<br />e ficaste<br />para sempre<br />ancorado<br />no limiar da minha alma.<br /><br />Fizeste do silêncio<br />da distância<br />a mais bela balada</div><div>de um amor<br />quase divino<br />que ficou<br />gravado<br />em mim...<br />Mas<br />muito para além de mim.<br />Nesse lugar sagrado<br />olho-o através do tempo<br />da neblina<br />da chuva<br />e do sol<br />da lua<br />do frio<br />e do calor<br />do riso<br />e das lágrimas<br />e ao perder-te<br />na distância<br />ganhei-te para sempre... </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-4396670020755449612?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-43989148709715078192009-03-09T22:06:00.002+01:002009-03-09T22:49:48.907+01:00Perpetuei...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SbWIpJn9HPI/AAAAAAAAAhc/67vi1QAHbho/s1600-h/sorriso1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311301576092884210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SbWIpJn9HPI/AAAAAAAAAhc/67vi1QAHbho/s400/sorriso1.jpg" border="0" /></a>Perpetuei o teu olhar<br />Nas memórias do meu sorriso<br />Por isso sorrio<br />E vou sentindo<br />Nesses pedaços do tempo<br />A calma<br />Do teu olhar<br />Na serenidade<br />Que encontro<br />Quando o meu sorriso<br />Me lembra a candura<br />Do teu olhar<br />E deixo-me ficar<br />Atenta<br />Apaziguada<br />E sorrio<br />Na quietude de mim...<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-4398914870971507819?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-48209230486174284322009-02-26T00:50:00.002+01:002009-02-26T00:53:01.959+01:00Olhar...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SaXZV6020qI/AAAAAAAAAhM/d-JeecjDGCI/s1600-h/Olhos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306886706517430946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SaXZV6020qI/AAAAAAAAAhM/d-JeecjDGCI/s400/Olhos.jpg" border="0" /></a> Olha-me nos olhos<br />bem fundo<br />como se o mundo estivesse aí<br />fita-me em mim<br />mas, para além de mim<br />deixa-me deambular<br />entre mim<br />e o teu olhar<br />quando tu me encontras<br />e eu me perco<br />na verdade do teu olhar...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-4820923048617428432?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-68420627836654125032009-02-26T00:32:00.005+01:002011-06-13T17:09:03.936+02:00Luar...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--_tvYPvUhxo/TfYn8PJMuvI/AAAAAAAAArs/ERgcXicDyrs/s1600/icon_lowres.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--_tvYPvUhxo/TfYn8PJMuvI/AAAAAAAAArs/ERgcXicDyrs/s1600/icon_lowres.jpg" t8="true" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">Procuro as memórias</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">rasgadas em noites de luar</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">trespassadas pelo tempo</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">quando o tempo</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">se desprendida devagarinho</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">sem pressa,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">sem alvoroço...</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">E vinha</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">furtando o riso e a lágrima</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">em silêncio...</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">E eu</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">vou</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">procurando as memórias</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">equilibrando-me em mim...</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Das memórias faço castelos</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">ergo sonhos</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e rasgo as desilusões</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">em mil pedaços</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">ao luar dos meus pensamentos</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">quando o silêncio volta</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e vai percorrendo as memórias</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e a mim</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">que já não sou delas...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-6842062783665412503?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-71449097151295694812009-02-21T19:38:00.002+01:002009-02-23T00:41:31.848+01:00Eu espero...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SaBK7gTN_uI/AAAAAAAAAgw/U9-qTN0ymm8/s1600-h/lua+cheia.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305322747185725154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SaBK7gTN_uI/AAAAAAAAAgw/U9-qTN0ymm8/s400/lua+cheia.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Queres dar-me a lua,</div><div>mas</div><div>vou ter quer esperar</div><div>disseste,</div><div>porque queres dar-me </div><div>a lua inteira</div><div>e não apenas uma parte,</div><div>eu espero...</div><div> </div><div>A lua iluminará </div><div>o meu sonho</div><div>e ele brilhará</div><div>nas tuas mãos</div><div>feito pedaços</div><div>de mim</div><div>que vão e vêm </div><div>como a lua</div><div>ora inteira</div><div>ora em partes</div><div>umas vezes tua</div><div>e outras minha...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-7144909715129569481?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-1614448148107865982009-02-19T23:30:00.004+01:002010-06-15T11:57:18.934+02:00Menino...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SZ3dh6H7OTI/AAAAAAAAAgo/tHO5_rDbmqo/s1600-h/menino_correndo.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304639510720231730" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SZ3dh6H7OTI/AAAAAAAAAgo/tHO5_rDbmqo/s400/menino_correndo.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 304px;" /></a><strong> Menino</strong>,<br />vejo-te correr<br />entre o nascer<br />e por do sol...<br />Vejo-te sorrir<br />no sorriso que abraça<br />o mundo...<br />E pintar cada manhã<br />com as cores<br />da vida, do amor!<br /><br /><strong>Menino</strong>,<br />continua a correr,<br />a viver<br />a sorrir<br />a amar<br />e a brilhar,<br />entre o nascer<br />e o pôr do sol!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-161444814810786598?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-8438769749224081852009-02-19T00:07:00.002+01:002009-02-19T00:15:43.497+01:00Avanço...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SZyVEufG8VI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Dzp0rI4Jds8/s1600-h/corda+bamba+2.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304278369566126418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SZyVEufG8VI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Dzp0rI4Jds8/s400/corda+bamba+2.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SZyUxK48usI/AAAAAAAAAgY/0RvTKNGQ3Fc/s1600-h/corda+bamba.jpg"></a><div><br />Ensaio os passos</div><div>a medo</div><div>e tremo</div><div>em baixo não há rede</div><div>e arrisco</div><div>e mais um passo</div><div>e outro</div><div>descalça...</div><div>Mas arrisco</div><div>sigo em frente</div><div>olho em frente</div><div>e não para baixo</div><div>abro os braços</div><div>por entre os passos</div><div>arriscados</div><div>inseguros</div><div>mas meus...</div><div> </div><div>O dificil não é o caminho</div><div>mas o começar</div><div>sou forte </div><div>e vou</div><div>arriscando os meus passos</div><div>ferindo os meus pés</div><div>mas avanço</div><div>confiante no meu olhar</div><div>seguro</div><div>para confundir os meus passos</div><div>inseguros...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-843876974922408185?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-35658429395642505622009-02-11T23:52:00.003+01:002009-02-12T00:00:14.856+01:00Baú das memórias...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SZNWrPy6YgI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/3NZ4Aa23QsM/s1600-h/BAU+DAS+MEM%C3%93RIAS.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301676487319642626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SZNWrPy6YgI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/3NZ4Aa23QsM/s400/BAU+DAS+MEM%C3%93RIAS.bmp" border="0" /></a> Em bicos de pés<br />ensaio os movimentos,<br />que me farão<br />erguer as memórias<br />entre laivos de felicidade,<br />quando elas<br />ficaram esquecidas<br />amareladas<br />guardadas<br />no báu das memórias...<br /><br />E...Abro<br />deixo sair o pó<br />e aí estão elas<br />intactas<br />como se o tempo<br />não tivesse passado,<br />são memórias<br />pesadas,<br />leves,<br />coloridas,<br />a preto e branco...<br />Há de tudo<br />no báu das memórias<br />que guardo<br />no recôndido<br />esquecido de mim...<br />E, vejo-me<br />revejo-me<br />solto-as<br />e solto-me<br />e deixo-me ir<br />com elas<br />solta e liberta<br />ensaiando os passos<br />que me as farão reviver...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-3565842939564250562?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-31189593194095227222009-02-11T22:33:00.003+01:002009-02-11T22:37:02.578+01:00Escultura inacabada II...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SZNEOgrtAAI/AAAAAAAAAgI/NeZUcFTcGvk/s1600-h/m%C3%A3o.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301656202427301890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SZNEOgrtAAI/AAAAAAAAAgI/NeZUcFTcGvk/s400/m%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /></a>Disseste que não deixarias<br />as minhas mãos sozinhas,<br />que seria<br />a escultura que os dois<br />Iniciámos de mão dada…<br /><br />Mas, hoje,<br />Tento pegar no cinzel<br />e falta-me a força,<br />O calor das tuas mãos…<br /><br />E a nossa escultura<br />que já tem rosto<br />às vezes chora<br />e eu choro com ela<br />Nos pedacinhos do tempo<br />quando o tempo se acabou<br />E o tesouro se perdeu…<br /><br />Porque as tuas mãos<br />ficaram presas<br />nos labiritos da vida<br />e não encontram<br />O caminho<br />Que as fará voltar…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-3118959319409522722?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-51081541733676391982009-02-11T00:14:00.003+01:002010-06-15T11:57:55.047+02:00Lá longe...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SZIKmiyQk3I/AAAAAAAAAgA/HKePfIxEn90/s1600-h/riachos.bmp"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301311368657408882" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SZIKmiyQk3I/AAAAAAAAAgA/HKePfIxEn90/s400/riachos.bmp" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>Lá longe<br />Onde há plantados riachos<br />E as flores crescem de madrugada,<br />A lua e o sol caminham juntos<br />E as estrelas adornam os caminhos...<br /><br />Lá longe<br />Onde a lágrima e o riso se misturam<br />Se fundem e formam um só<br />Onde as mãos ternas e doces<br />Apenas acariciam...<br /><br />Lá longe<br />Onde os pássaros cantam<br />Melodias infinitas<br />Sem cessar<br />E os sentimentos límpidos<br />Transparecem<br />No raio de sol de cada dia...<br /><br />Lá longe<br />e tão perto de mim...<br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-5108154173367639198?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-9417067723642222542009-02-08T00:48:00.003+01:002009-02-08T00:53:23.060+01:00Perdi-me...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SY4d8HUQChI/AAAAAAAAAf4/T9LVnG_XdJ0/s1600-h/caminho.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300206730054994450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SY4d8HUQChI/AAAAAAAAAf4/T9LVnG_XdJ0/s400/caminho.bmp" border="0" /></a> Não encontro o caminho<br />que me fará voltar<br />perdi o norte e o sul<br />e do nascente ou poente<br />apenas breves memórias<br />que vão ficando ancoradas<br />á beira do caminho<br />que não encontro...<br /><br />Apenas vejo a luz<br />aquela que me invadiu<br />e que extravasa de mim<br />sem que eu entenda<br />sem que eu decida...<br /><br />Perdi-me<br />e ainda assim,<br />rodopio em mim,<br />descalça no caminho,<br />sem norte<br />sem sul<br />apenas luz<br />que me inunda<br />me avassala<br />e deixo-me ir...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-941706772364222254?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-60907870630317683892009-02-04T22:08:00.003+01:002010-06-15T11:58:12.406+02:00Deixei nas tuas mãos...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SYoGQa8QSbI/AAAAAAAAAfw/YzwwniAaHQw/s1600-h/cora%C3%A7+flores.bmp"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299054790734530994" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SYoGQa8QSbI/AAAAAAAAAfw/YzwwniAaHQw/s400/cora%C3%A7+flores.bmp" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 271px;" /></a><br /><div><div><br /><strong>Amor</strong>, é saber-te presente<br />Ouvir as tuas lágrimas<br />E ver os teus sorrisos.<br />Desejar-te em cada manhã<br />A beleza de mais um dia!<br /><strong>Amor</strong> é ficar aqui<br />E sentir o teu perfume<br />Que perdura no tempo<br />E no espaço.<br /><strong>Amor </strong>é saber<br />Que um pedacinho de mim<br />Está no teu coração<br />E isso basta!<br /><strong>Amor</strong> é sentirmos saudades<br />Pintarmos o mundo,<br />Desenharmos a liberdade<br />E caminharmos juntos<br />Sem distâncias,<br />Sem espaços,<br />Sem tempos!<br />Por isso...</div><div>amo-te<br />Na ternura de menino! </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-6090787063031768389?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-18520537622567989962009-02-02T00:19:00.004+01:002009-02-02T23:58:58.324+01:00Encanta-me...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SYYuFnzpAGI/AAAAAAAAAfg/PqxzDd-NWWc/s1600-h/loucuras+mulher+com+vento.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297972685767770210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SYYuFnzpAGI/AAAAAAAAAfg/PqxzDd-NWWc/s400/loucuras+mulher+com+vento.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Encanta-me</div><div>deslumbra-me</div><div>nos sorriso prateados</div><div>nos silêncios azuis</div><div>das planicies de mim</div><div>quando te oiço</div><div>a ti...</div><div></div><div>Depois adormece-me</div><div>como se o tempo </div><div>tivesse findado</div><div>e eu partido</div><div>nas clareiras</div><div>das noites de marfim...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-1852053762256798996?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-33786995366606431592009-01-25T01:24:00.002+01:002009-01-25T02:13:53.768+01:00Na noite..<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SXuy6IPkjxI/AAAAAAAAAfY/1altHGINFJQ/s1600-h/noite.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295022498619100946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SXuy6IPkjxI/AAAAAAAAAfY/1altHGINFJQ/s320/noite.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Vens de noite<br />Quando se calam as vozes<br />E o fio indiviso<br />Se solta<br />e faz permanecer<br />O sentimento do silêncio<br />Silenciado<br />Em passos invisíveis<br />E silenciados<br />Na ternura de um abraço<br />Certeza de um alento<br />Acalmia de mais um passo<br />No turbilhão dos sentimentos<br />Desalinhados<br />Ofuscados<br />E sem nexo<br />E eu hesitante<br />Na noite…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-3378699536660643159?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-2063567179533536062009-01-11T23:03:00.003+01:002010-06-15T12:00:03.886+02:00Vim ver-te...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SWpsro-03YI/AAAAAAAAAeE/QKCP_EX4nL8/s1600-h/vim+ver.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290160209291173250" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SWpsro-03YI/AAAAAAAAAeE/QKCP_EX4nL8/s320/vim+ver.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 236px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a> Saí de mim<br />percorri montanhas<br />vales e planicies<br />sem nunca te esquecer...<br />E...<br />Voltei,<br />vim ver-te<br />e estavas intacto<br />para mim,<br />como se o tempo<br />não tivesse passado,<br />esperavas por mim,<br />quieto,<br />silencioso,<br />como se não houvesse<br />mais palavras...<br />calamos as palavras<br />e passamos a ouvir-nos,<br />eu...<br />singela em mim<br />e tu ...<br />magestoso,<br />imponente<br />infinito<br />e sempre novo,<br />na descoberta de mim...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-206356717953353606?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-25460635506177061802009-01-11T01:21:00.003+01:002009-01-11T23:02:05.168+01:00Continua...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SWk7mhUmTBI/AAAAAAAAAd8/clkfMhv3_K0/s1600-h/continua+a+tocar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289824770289191954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SWk7mhUmTBI/AAAAAAAAAd8/clkfMhv3_K0/s320/continua+a+tocar.jpg" border="0" /></a> Não pares<br />continua a tocar<br />para mim<br />quero<br />continuar<br />a ouvir-te<br />a dançar<br />e a sonhar,<br />enquanto<br />me equilibro<br />na linha da vida,<br />no deambular<br />que serenas<br />com as tuas melodias...<br />Não pares<br />continua a tocar,<br />a tocar<br />essa música sem refrão<br />essa melodia infinita<br />que eu quero ouvir,<br />antes e depois do amanhecer...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-2546063550617706180?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-41678412684958237512009-01-09T00:16:00.004+01:002010-06-15T11:59:24.714+02:00Quando...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SWaJb_43f7I/AAAAAAAAAd0/3ZS-8-QY-J0/s1600-h/qd+eu+ja+n%C3%A3o+for+eu+-+loucuras.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289065926492651442" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SWaJb_43f7I/AAAAAAAAAd0/3ZS-8-QY-J0/s320/qd+eu+ja+n%C3%A3o+for+eu+-+loucuras.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 243px;" /></a><br /><div>Quando eu não tiver forças,</div><div>quando eu quiser desistir</div><div>ou achar que os pássaros</div><div>já não cantam</div><div>que as flores</div><div>perderam o seu perfume,</div><div>e o sol deixou de brilhar...</div><div><strong>Não deixes!</strong></div><div>Balança-me</div><div>empurra-me,</div><div>faz o que quiseres</div><div>mas não me deixes ficar</div><div>a olhar a vida</div><div>como se ela fosse </div><div>um quadro</div><div>de natureza morta,</div><div>entremeada</div><div>premeditada</div><div>planeada</div><div><strong>Não!</strong></div><div>Quando eu não tiver forças</div><div>já não serei eu...</div><div></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-4167841268495823751?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-4412552315427547002008-12-27T00:45:00.004+01:002009-01-05T23:08:45.741+01:00Quero ir...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SWJ_33h6PKI/AAAAAAAAAds/3HWVZYXlMfE/s1600-h/sentada.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287929510262095010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SWJ_33h6PKI/AAAAAAAAAds/3HWVZYXlMfE/s320/sentada.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Vem, </div><div>inunda-me</div><div>agita-me</div><div>trespassa-me</div><div>leva-me </div><div>e não me tragas de volta,</div><div>quero ir...</div><div> </div><div>Deslumbra-me</div><div>nas tuas melodias sempre novas</div><div>encanta-me nesses prados</div><div>onde o sol vem beijar</div><div>a frescura do campo </div><div>e parte</div><div>sorrateiramente...</div><div> </div><div>E , eu sento-me</div><div>quieta, sossegada</div><div>a ouvir-te...</div><div>Silêncio</div><div>que me preenches</div><div>que me levas e </div><div>não me trazes...</div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-441255231542754700?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-1197935509409408662008-12-21T00:02:00.003+01:002011-04-20T16:22:57.676+02:00A luz na escuridão...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q0egRUatGxo/Ta7sClweyfI/AAAAAAAAAqw/KGdWHlD5rYc/s1600/luz+e+trevas.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426px" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q0egRUatGxo/Ta7sClweyfI/AAAAAAAAAqw/KGdWHlD5rYc/s640/luz+e+trevas.jpeg" width="640px" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Estavas a meu lado</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">E fez-se noite</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">de repente</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">A música</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Desinquietou os corações</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Bateram mais forte</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Pulsações fora de ritmo</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Interrogações...</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Mas...</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Já devias saber</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Que comigo tudo</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">E imprevisível</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Que gosto de pintar</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">O mundo</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Com as cores</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Que vão cá dentro</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Que do nada</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Gosto de fazer tudo</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">E...</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Ser assim...</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Apenas...</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Mas...</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Na escuridão</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Há sempre uma luz</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">E ela apareceu</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Extasiando os corações</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Deixando mil exclamações</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Para marcar o momento...</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">E tu</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">E eu...</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Lado a lado</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Foto - Desconheço Autor</span><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-119793550940940866?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-69103858917004448752008-12-19T00:53:00.003+01:002010-06-15T12:00:26.252+02:00Sorriso de menino!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SUrjHDac0fI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uenekxd7gj0/s1600-h/mar2222222.bmp"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281283223360164338" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SUrjHDac0fI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uenekxd7gj0/s320/mar2222222.bmp" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><div><br />Guardas no teu sorriso<br />A candura de menino<br />Quando brincavas na terra<br />E chapinhavas na água<br /><br />No tempo em que o tempo<br />Passava devagarinho<br />Entre um beijo<br />E um abraço de mãe!<br /><br />Cresceste, menino<br />Mas o teu sorriso<br />Continua a falar<br />Desse tempo<br />Feito pedacinhos de amor<br />Que hoje continuas </div><div>a espalhar no<br />Teu sorriso de menino<br />Que tem saudades do mar<br />mas..</div><div>encontraste outros mares</div><div>e continuas mar dentro</div><div>com o teu sorriso de menino...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-6910385891700444875?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-67155693913925829062008-12-18T00:08:00.000+01:002008-12-18T00:11:43.514+01:00Deixa-te ficar II<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SUmGzk1nFDI/AAAAAAAAAdU/1KnrEU5TdUw/s1600-h/fica+cmg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280900258688603186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SUmGzk1nFDI/AAAAAAAAAdU/1KnrEU5TdUw/s320/fica+cmg.jpg" border="0" /></a>Deixa-te ficar<br />Deixa<br />Deixa...<br />Tu és a minha liberdade<br />Solta no mundo<br />Os passos que eu não posso dar<br />Vejo-te reflectido nas águas<br />No sol<br />No perfume das flores<br />Nos pássaros que voam livres<br />E eu<br />Vou com eles<br />Seguindo o teu trilho<br />Nas asas da saudade...<br /><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-6715569391392582906?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-58040145159306631882008-12-17T23:43:00.004+01:002008-12-18T00:12:02.922+01:00Sai de mim...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SUmA15Hg8gI/AAAAAAAAAdM/hlwX5m0bHBY/s1600-h/mulher+paz.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280893701422379522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SUmA15Hg8gI/AAAAAAAAAdM/hlwX5m0bHBY/s320/mulher+paz.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Sai de mim<br />E encontrei-me<br />No meu silêncio<br />Na quietude apaziguada<br />senti-me leve,<br />livre e liberta<br />subi mais um pouco<br />em mim<br />mas fora de mim<br />onde não há tempo<br />nem espaço<br />nem lágrimas<br />nem dor<br />apenas paz<br />e luz<br />que me invadiu<br />e me levou<br />para longe…</div><div>Ainda...<br />olhei para trás,<br />não queria voltar…</div><div>mas voltei,<br />e guardei em mim </div><div>os silêncios</div><div>que hão-de perpetuar-se</div><div>no silêncio de mim...<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-5804014515930663188?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-78249931951173715402008-12-17T00:42:00.005+01:002011-05-26T13:22:42.082+02:00Deixa-te ficar!<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ujPWpO42rN4/Td435BaOtKI/AAAAAAAAArg/eMNO88XjjMY/s1600/deixa-te+ficar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ujPWpO42rN4/Td435BaOtKI/AAAAAAAAArg/eMNO88XjjMY/s1600/deixa-te+ficar.jpg" t8="true" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">Deixa-te ficar</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Revejo-me no teu sorriso</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Leio-me nas tuas palavras</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Sinto-me</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Quando te sentes</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Choro-te</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Quando te ausentas</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">E eu</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Singela em mim</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Furto o tempo do tempo</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">E desenho-te</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">No espaço que</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Não é meu</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Nem teu</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">mas, sinto-te nele</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Como se nunca </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">tivesses partido</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e continuo a ler-te</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">e a ler-me</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">em cada amanhecer...</span></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-7824993195117371540?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-27497138869326737542008-12-17T00:24:00.003+01:002008-12-17T00:49:14.598+01:00Terra molhada...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SUg8V1XhCrI/AAAAAAAAAc8/BEK973TK1tU/s1600-h/terra+molhada.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280536908892539570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SUg8V1XhCrI/AAAAAAAAAc8/BEK973TK1tU/s320/terra+molhada.jpg" border="0" /></a>Piso com os meus pés<br />A terra molhada<br />nas pradarias do destino<br />rodopio<br />numa dança sem fim<br />pinto em mim<br />a saudade<br />a esperança<br />de ser<br />de querer<br />ser criança<br />antes do amanhecer<br />até ao entardecer<br />e depois do anoitecer<br />serei eu<br />sempre e apenas eu<br />e continuo sulcando<br />o caminho<br />na terra molhada...<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SUg8FaQJYrI/AAAAAAAAAc0/EN1xSzkK1TI/s1600-h/Homem_sentado.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-2749713886932673754?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-20605338211861294932008-12-16T00:54:00.003+01:002008-12-16T01:05:15.486+01:00Equilibro-me...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SUbucLBwuII/AAAAAAAAAcs/Kole2RQj9Bg/s1600-h/luar.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280169780902410370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SUbucLBwuII/AAAAAAAAAcs/Kole2RQj9Bg/s320/luar.gif" border="0" /></a>Equilibro-me no silêncio<br /><br />deslumbro-me nele<br /><br />e fico em mim<br /><br />extasiada<br /><br />sentada<br /><br />no limiar da minha alma<br /><br />para te escutar<br /><br />desgasto as emoções,<br /><br />esvazio-me<br /><br />ouço as palavras<br /><br />que já não têm som<br /><br />e eu continuo<br /><br />sentada<br /><br />no limiar da minha alma<br /><br />a escutar-te<br /><br />nesse silêncio<br /><br />da noite<br /><br />do luar<br /><br />das palavras sem som<br /><br />que ecoam<br /><br />por entre os fios invisiveis<br /><br />do silêncio...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-2060533821186129493?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-46137386301851748242008-12-15T00:50:00.002+01:002008-12-15T01:34:12.189+01:00Deixo-me...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SUWetUtu01I/AAAAAAAAAck/q_d7rEZN-4I/s1600-h/mulher.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279800639653598034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SUWetUtu01I/AAAAAAAAAck/q_d7rEZN-4I/s320/mulher.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Deixo-me colorir<br />pelos dias<br />dou aos dias a cor<br />que flutua<br />que deslaça<br />o sentimento<br />de ser<br />de estar<br />de me encontrar<br />quando me perco<br />para lá de mim<br />quando parto de mim<br />sem nunca mais<br />me encontrar,<br />porque eu...<br />existo<br />num tempo<br />e num espaço<br />que não é meu...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-4613738630185174824?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-76732064215941810172008-12-11T00:28:00.004+01:002010-06-15T12:02:03.248+02:00Ó noite...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SUBS3WR0ePI/AAAAAAAAAcc/IMdnHpxo9ag/s1600-h/noite.bmp"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278309874104826098" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SUBS3WR0ePI/AAAAAAAAAcc/IMdnHpxo9ag/s320/noite.bmp" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 218px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br /><div>Ó noite das feras</div><div>das aves nocturnas</div><div>dos silêncios propagados </div><div>por entre o limiar </div><div>ardente do silêncio</div><br /><div>Ó noite...</div><div>deixa-me entrar em ti</div><div>quero ser noite</div><div>e silêncio</div><div>quero ter as feras, as aves</div><div>e o silêncio</div><div>para mim...</div><br /><br /><div>Quero anular-me</div><div>envolver-me </div><div>no manto escuro</div><div>adormecer </div><div>nos teus braços gelados</div><div>e desafiar o medo...</div><br /><br /><div>Sentir</div><div>que sou e não sou</div><div>que tenho armas </div><div>e não tenho</div><div>que tenho ser</div><div>e não tenho poder...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-7673206421594181017?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-68034212646318883182008-12-10T01:11:00.005+01:002011-03-01T00:07:16.025+01:00Silêncio...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/ST8KFysD7OI/AAAAAAAAAcU/9rRGqTBjvds/s1600-h/silencio.bmp"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277948382923713762" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/ST8KFysD7OI/AAAAAAAAAcU/9rRGqTBjvds/s1600/silencio.bmp" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" /></a>Deixa-me ficar a ouvir-te<br />parada,<br />quieta<br />descalça<br />como se não houvessse<br />mais chão<br />nem ar<br />nem pássaros a voar<br />ou flores a nascer...<br /><br />Deixa-me ficar a ouvir-te<br />nesse sussurro intemporal<br />que me preenche<br />Ó Silêncio...<br />silêncio de silêncios<br />na madrugada gelada<br />que perpetuam a tua voz<br />de silêncio...<br /><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-6803421264631888318?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-26635164906301078612008-12-08T15:32:00.003+01:002008-12-08T15:42:08.411+01:00Mil palavras...<div>Mil palavras...<br />não chegam para<br />te contar<br />a minha felicidade<br /><br />Mil palavras ...<br />não chegam<br />para te dizer como<br />alterei o mundo<br />anulei o espaço<br />e o tempo<br />e te trouxe até mim<br />naquele momento sagrado<br />em que até os astros<br />fizeram festa!<br /><br />Mil palavras...<br />perderiam o som<br />perto do som<br />do sentimento<br />daquele momento...<br /><br />Mil palavras<br />serão muitas<br />mas só uma<br />te pode dizer o que sinto...<br />A M O -T E!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277429480628629666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/ST0yJtALMKI/AAAAAAAAAcM/H8vSkVaVlF4/s400/amo+te+3.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-2663516490630107861?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-79014645386667761532008-12-07T23:02:00.003+01:002011-04-22T01:05:18.516+02:00Guarda-o!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5svQ80P3Ct4/TbC39e4XxaI/AAAAAAAAAq0/85dSbh9uV_4/s1600/abra%25C3%25A7o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5svQ80P3Ct4/TbC39e4XxaI/AAAAAAAAAq0/85dSbh9uV_4/s1600/abra%25C3%25A7o.jpg" /></a></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Guarda o abraço</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">esse que te dei</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">naquele momento sagrado!</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Como se não houvesse</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">mais mundo</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">sorrimos num abraço</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">das palavras</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">verdadeiras</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">partilhadas</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">pelo calor desse abraço,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">que guardo</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">envolto nas palavras</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">envolto no meu mar</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">que fico</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">a ouvir</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">devagar</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">devagarinho,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">como se o tempo</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">não o pudesse levar</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">e a memória jamais</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">apagar...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />Foto - Descohneço Autor<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-7901464538666776153?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-25665406869964909552008-12-07T01:59:00.006+01:002011-05-25T17:10:00.261+02:00Anda Sonhador!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUv7gDySh_A/Td0bjh2hyfI/AAAAAAAAArc/LcL__MVnK6k/s1600/sonhadores.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUv7gDySh_A/Td0bjh2hyfI/AAAAAAAAArc/LcL__MVnK6k/s1600/sonhadores.jpg" t8="true" /></a>&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nós dois,</span></div><span style="font-size: large;">sonhadores</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">perfilados</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">lado a lado.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">O sonho era meu</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">mas tu sorriste para ele</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">sei que o amaste</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">com a mesma doçura</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">que o amarias</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">se ele fosse teu</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Anda sonhador</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">alquimista da vida...</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">arquietcto do sentir,</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">pintor das emoções...</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">vamos continuar</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">a sonhar o mundo</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">a escalar montanhas</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">a tirar as máscaras...</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">E a mostrar ao mundo,</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">que somos sonhadores!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-2566540686996490955?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-53021344169463291932008-11-25T22:11:00.001+01:002011-04-28T09:51:53.722+02:00Nos meus silêncios...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EeD5XQlH2xQ/TbkceyGaUuI/AAAAAAAAAq4/WPNFmdR-bAo/s1600/veleiro+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EeD5XQlH2xQ/TbkceyGaUuI/AAAAAAAAAq4/WPNFmdR-bAo/s1600/veleiro+%25281%2529.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">No veleiro</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Vou...</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">desprendendo-me</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Ao sabor do vento</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Aqui forte</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">E ali fraco</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Iço-me no silêncio</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Na calmaria</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Que se estende</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">E perco-me de mim</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Ao encontrar o silêncio</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Que me invade</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Lá longe</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Onde só oiço silêncios</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">E as vozes se apagam</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">E eu</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">abandonada</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Nos meus silêncios</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Lanço ao mar</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">A rota que me trará de volta...</span><br /><br /><div>Foto - Desconheço Autor</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-5302134416946329193?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-43295212745469350972008-09-26T23:48:00.001+02:002008-09-26T23:51:30.932+02:00Elos que se unem...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SN1ZLzHhLXI/AAAAAAAAAbM/pNSrP41esgI/s1600-h/DSC_3076.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250450799819042162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SN1ZLzHhLXI/AAAAAAAAAbM/pNSrP41esgI/s320/DSC_3076.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Acorrentada nos estribos<br />Secretos de mim própria,<br />Na pequenez ínfima<br />Que me dizima<br />Não sou nada.<br />Despida de mim<br />Entregue<br />Á imensidão apenas<br />De ser,<br />De sentires ignóbeis,<br />Primários<br />Onde os artefactos<br />Pouco importam...<br />Percorro os caminhos<br />Da minha alma<br />E neles encontro<br />Os elos que me ligam<br />Que se ligam<br />E me fazem emergir<br />E sustentar o mundo<br />Na palma da minha mão,<br />Quando as correntes<br />Se desprendem<br />E caem por terra<br />Desamparadas...<br />enquanto<br />os elos se unem!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-4329521274546935097?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-50438329453708102682008-09-22T23:44:00.005+02:002011-02-27T22:39:52.543+01:00Beijo de outono<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SNgR9G9yq3I/AAAAAAAAAbE/PlkkpMeD39U/s1600-h/fim+de+tarde.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="438" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248965107239791474" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SNgR9G9yq3I/AAAAAAAAAbE/PlkkpMeD39U/s640/fim+de+tarde.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="640" /></a> A praia fica deserta<br />e por entre a brisa<br />sinto o salpicar<br />das folhas,<br />que se agitam<br />quando o vento<br />forte e fraco<br />me embala...<br />sob o sol morno<br />das tardes<br />feitas pedaços de luz,<br />quando o sol se despede<br />mais cedo<br />por entre os tons dourados<br />que vão povoando os caminhos<br />e o mar embriagado de saudade<br />vem deixar-me<br />este beijo de outono...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-5043832945370810268?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-76532368887646846322008-08-27T02:48:00.002+02:002008-08-27T03:44:55.738+02:00Do medo...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SLSmDFD652I/AAAAAAAAAa8/sCeXfBKZya8/s1600-h/mulher%20em%20preto%20e%20branco.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238994838367168354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="220" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SLSmDFD652I/AAAAAAAAAa8/sCeXfBKZya8/s320/mulher%2520em%2520preto%2520e%2520branco.jpg" width="299" border="0" /></a> O medo escorria<br />entre cada pedaço de mim,<br />alterava o meu ser<br />anulava-o<br />transformava-o,<br />as vozes gritavam em surdina<br />num balbuciar que me atormentava<br />e eu ficava parada,<br />quieta<br />em mim<br />deixando o medo invadir-me<br />sentia-o cortar a minha alma,<br />invadir todos os meus poros<br />alastrar por entre os meus pensamentos...<br />mas...<br />chegaste...<br />nas palavras trazias a luz<br />para eu ver<br />calaste as vozes,<br />para que te ouvisse<br />sacudiste o meu ser<br />e eu...deixei<br />e...parti...<br />sem medo...<br />nas asas da liberdade...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-7653236888764684632?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-46168990912493733492008-08-23T02:52:00.004+02:002010-06-15T12:04:15.269+02:00Descalça<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SK9gFGlAsiI/AAAAAAAAAa0/ZdFCYtRoQv0/s1600-h/Recorda%C3%83%C2%A7%C3%83%C2%B5es+que+o+tempo+deixou[1]....jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237510532436636194" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SK9gFGlAsiI/AAAAAAAAAa0/ZdFCYtRoQv0/s320/Recorda%C3%A7%C3%B5es+que+o+tempo+deixou%5B1%5D....jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a> <span style="font-size: 78%;">(Foto Paulo Jorge)</span></div><span style="font-size: 78%;"></span><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left">Tiro os sapatos</div><div align="left">e descalça piso o chão</div><div align="left">e passeio-me</div><div align="left">por entre a areia </div><div align="left">que o sol entrecruza</div><div align="left">e sinto</div><div align="left">que so descalça</div><div align="left">me sinto bem</div><div align="left">descalça </div><div align="left">não tenho nada</div><div align="left">descalça parto</div><div align="left">e não olho para trás...</div><div align="left">porque tenho o que é meu</div><div align="left">e um chão para caminhar...</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-4616899091249373349?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-40755705593365216972008-07-22T19:52:00.002+02:002008-07-22T20:03:44.052+02:00Tesouro...<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SIYf2cW0-6I/AAAAAAAAATg/XaxiNkRUw_4/s1600-h/diamante03b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225899437795376034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SIYf2cW0-6I/AAAAAAAAATg/XaxiNkRUw_4/s320/diamante03b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br />No tempo guardei os nadas<br />Que pelo tempo </div><div>se transformaram<br />Em tesouros<br />São meus<br />São teus<br />São de quem os souber guardar<br />Naquela caixinha forte<br />E frágil,<br />Mas que os guarda<br />Que os transforma<br />sem nunca os perder...<br /><br />No tempo aprendi que um sorriso<br />Vale mais que um diamante<br />E uma esmeralda<br />Menos que uma palavra,<br />E duas mãos unidas<br />muito mais que o ouro...<br /><br />E o amor é pintado<br />Nos corações...<br />Tem o brilho dos diamantes<br />O som das esmeraldas<br />E os reflexos do ouro,<br />Mas...<br />Só o amor tem<br />A felicidade do amor!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-4075570559336521697?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-82160591603467548612008-06-27T01:57:00.002+02:002008-06-27T02:01:33.806+02:00Procuro-me<u><span style="color:#800080;"></span></u><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SGQt03rP_4I/AAAAAAAAATY/_njMZQeIe5A/s1600-h/mulher1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216344654723678082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="209" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SGQt03rP_4I/AAAAAAAAATY/_njMZQeIe5A/s320/mulher1.jpg" width="294" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Procuro-me no meio da loucura</div><br /><div>Das paredes brancas de cal</div><br /><div>No sobressalto incessante</div><br /><div>De ser, estar e existir...</div><br /><div>Sinto-me a vasculhar</div><br /><div>A minha alma rosácea</div><br /><div>E encontro as raízes</div><br /><div>Do meu ser,</div><br /><div>No grito ininterrupto</div><br /><div>Do meu sentir</div><br /><div>Sem método</div><br /><div>Sinto-me emergir</div><br /><div>De mim própria</div><br /><div>E o corpo abandonado</div><br /><div>Sai do lodo</div><br /><div>Que se transforma</div><br /><div>Em água</div><br /><div>E ao longe o mar</div><br /><div>Entrecortado pela montanha</div><br /><div>Em forma de cotovelo</div><br /><div>Que deixa passar</div><br /><div>Os últimos raios de sol...</div><br /><div>E de novo me procuro</div><br /><div>E me encontro...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-8216059160346754861?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-31065802429697118332008-06-23T00:49:00.007+02:002010-06-15T12:01:35.290+02:00Escutei o silêncio...<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SF7XLMoNl9I/AAAAAAAAATQ/Cxll6qHOjqI/s1600-h/passos.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="186" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214842005910034386" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SF7XLMoNl9I/AAAAAAAAATQ/Cxll6qHOjqI/s320/passos.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 231px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 229px;" width="219" /></a><br /><div>Escutei o silêncio </div><div>dos teus passos</div><div>que pisavam o chão</div><div>em silêncio...</div><div>E do silêncio</div><div>retiravam o silêncio</div><div>do caminhar</div><div>sob o céu azul</div><div>a água limpida</div><div>que deslizava silenciosa</div><div>na natureza imensa</div><div>tudo silenciava</div><div>nos passos do teu caminhar</div><div>Fiquei a escutar</div><div>como uma balada</div><div>feita pedaços de silêncio</div><div>que eu ouvia</div><div>no deslizar do meu mar</div><div>que se fez silêncio </div><div>ao te escutar!</div><div></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-3106580242969711833?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701170957972196703.post-39095101018317224072008-06-15T21:50:00.006+02:002010-06-15T12:02:54.884+02:00Menino...<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SFWpkj8U3tI/AAAAAAAAATI/oedGPDbfICo/s1600-h/Eu[1]..anos+80.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212258589339868882" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SFWpkj8U3tI/AAAAAAAAATI/oedGPDbfICo/s320/Eu%5B1%5D..anos+80.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0sF2kBkObbk/SFV8GuZvQDI/AAAAAAAAATA/HpPfuxMsaF8/s1600-h/menino+sorriso.jpg"></a><strong>Menino sorriso</strong><br />no tempo<br />em que o tempo<br />era e não era<br />aprendeste a sorrir<br /><strong>Menino doçura</strong><br />dos passeios no campo<br />do chapinhar na água<br />do caminhar<br />sem ter pressa de voltar<br /><strong>Menino meiguice</strong><br />do colinho da mamã<br />do sol de inverno<br />e das noites á lareira...<br /><br /><strong>Menino lindo</strong><br />que cresceste<br />no tempo<br />que o tempo trouxe<br />guardas no sorriso<br />a meiguice de criança<br />e no olhar a doçura<br />das manhãs de primavera<br />quando a saudade<br />se faz presente<br />do tempo de ser...Menino</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5701170957972196703-3909510101831722407?l=sereilouca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DairHilailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13234652006976816426noreply@blogger.com7