tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177787762024-02-02T04:11:42.817-03:00Valfenda - um lugar onde podemos sonhar!!De sonho em sonho, cheguei até aqui, aonde compartilho minhas idéias e opiniões e porque não, sonhos também!!
BEM-VINDOS!!!!Melyannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496667405122299630noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17778776.post-75347636887395144742011-01-13T17:10:00.000-02:002011-01-13T17:10:47.879-02:00<div class="cor_2" id="cabecalho" style="text-align: center;"><div style="font-size: 127.7%;"><h1 id="identificador_musica"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Anchor</span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></h1><h1 id="identificador_musica"><span style="font-size: small;">Mindy Gledhill</span></h1><h1 id="identificador_musica"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4AWRHBHDVlQ">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4AWRHBHDVlQ </a></span></span></h1></div><small><br />
</small> </div><div id="div_letra" style="text-align: center;" tabindex="-1"><div style="color: #e06666;">When all the world is spinning ‘round<br />
Like a red balloon way up in the clouds<br />
And my feet will not stay on the ground<br />
You anchor me back down</div><div style="color: #e06666;">I am nearly world renowned<br />
As a restless soul who always skips town<br />
But I look for you to come around<br />
And anchor me back down</div><div style="color: #e06666;">There are those who think that I’m strange<br />
They would box me up and tell me to change<br />
But you hold me close and softly say<br />
That you wouldn’t have me any other way</div><div style="color: #e06666;">When people pin me as a clown<br />
You behave as though I’m wearing a crown<br />
When I’m lost I feel so very found<br />
When you anchor me back down</div><div style="color: #e06666;">There are those who think that I’m strange<br />
They would box me up and tell me to change<br />
But you hold me close and softly say<br />
That you wouldn’t have me any other way</div><div style="color: #e06666;">When all the world is spinning ‘round<br />
Like a red balloon way up in the clouds<br />
And my feet will not stay on the ground<br />
You anchor me back down</div><br />
</div>Melyannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496667405122299630noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17778776.post-80149197505751637362011-01-03T14:04:00.001-02:002011-01-03T14:05:30.546-02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Time </span><br />
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<div style="color: #e06666;">In a world where less and less time we have to pay attention on each other, some atitudes mean a lot. Like a 'how are you?' or 'You have a sweet smile' or simply 'My Ana'. When we are opened to good things they come to us, the good people come to us and it's when you realize that you have time for them and will always have, because to be happy and make someone (yes, it's you, my Sun) happy is timeless!!!</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q1VlRqeTkE0&feature=fvw">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q1VlRqeTkE0&feature=fvw</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Melyannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496667405122299630noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17778776.post-4157200638565287992010-12-26T01:49:00.000-02:002010-12-26T01:49:17.701-02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>The post of today is dedicated to a person who has become everyday more important to me. From him i received the link for the video for the song below. Thank you for this beautiful Christmas gift :D</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qMj6oBm7ly4">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qMj6oBm7ly4</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"><b>Das Feyr vo der Sehnsucht</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #eeeeee;">The fire of desire</b><b><br style="color: #e06666;" /><br style="color: #e06666;" /><span style="color: #e06666;"> Mängisch fliessid ai Träne, wemmä sich nimmä verschtahd</span><br style="color: #e06666;" /><span style="color: #e06666;"> Mängisch schtahds i dä Schtärne, wen äs mid eys weitergahd</span><br style="color: #e06666;" /><span style="color: #e06666;"> Schick eysi Träime zum Himmu, gib dyni Hoffnig nid uf</span><br style="color: #e06666;" /><span style="color: #e06666;"> Üsi Liäbi für immer la doch dym Härz freyä Lauf</span><br style="color: #e06666;" /></b> <b style="color: #eeeeee;"> </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #eeeeee;">Sometimes also tears flow when two do not get along with each other anymore<br />
Sometimes it was up to the stars what would happen to you<br />
Send your dreams to heaven, don't give up your hopes<br />
Ours live forever, let your heart flow freely</b><b><br style="color: #e06666;" /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br style="color: #e06666;" /><span style="color: #e06666;"> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #e06666;">Das Feyr vo dr Sehnsucht mahlt diär Schattä vor Einsamkeit</span><br style="color: #e06666;" /><span style="color: #e06666;"> Und s Glick vo der Ärde sind Momänt vo dr Zärtlichkeit</span><br style="color: #e06666;" /><span style="color: #e06666;"> S Füür vo der Sehnsucht brönnd sech teuf id Härze i</span><br style="color: #e06666;" /><span style="color: #e06666;"> Was immer dui tuesch, was immer dui willsch, i ghör diär</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #eeeeee;">The fire of desire creates shadows for you out of loneliness <br />
And the happiness of the world are moments of tenderness from you<br />
The fire of desire burns itself deep into the heart<br />
Whatever you do, whatever you want, I belong to you</b><b><br style="color: #e06666;" /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br style="color: #e06666;" /><span style="color: #e06666;"> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #e06666;">Mängisch fühlsch dui ai Schmärze, bruichsch defür nur eis Wort</span><br style="color: #e06666;" /><span style="color: #e06666;"> Mängisch spürsch sie im Härze und gahsch schnäll vo mier fort</span><br style="color: #e06666;" /><span style="color: #e06666;"> D'Sehnsucht kennt Höchi und Tiefi doch das macht d'Liebi erscht schtarch</span><br style="color: #e06666;" /><span style="color: #e06666;"> Au wenn sich Gfühl mal verliefi liebe'n i di jede Tag</span><br style="color: #e06666;" /></b> <b style="color: #eeeeee;"> </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #eeeeee;">Sometimes you feel pain, you only need one word for it<br />
Sometimes you feel it in the heart and you try to get away from me fast<br />
The desire knows ups and downs but that is what makes love stronger<br />
Even when the feelings are not actually showing I love you every day</b><b><br style="color: #e06666;" /><br style="color: #e06666;" /><span style="color: #e06666;"> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #e06666;">Das Feyr vo dr Sehnsucht mahlt diär Schattä vor Einsamkeit</span><br style="color: #e06666;" /><span style="color: #e06666;"> Und s Glick vo dr Ärde sind Momänt vo dr Zärtlichkeit</span><br style="color: #e06666;" /><span style="color: #e06666;"> Und s Füür vo der Sehnsucht brönnd sech teuf id Härze i</span><br style="color: #e06666;" /><span style="color: #e06666;"> Was immer dui tuesch, was immer dui willsch, i ghör diär</span></b> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Melyannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496667405122299630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17778776.post-59985341154092725472010-12-19T00:17:00.001-02:002010-12-19T00:18:26.037-02:00<div class="cor_2" id="cabecalho" style="text-align: center;"><div style="color: #0b5394;"><h1 id="identificador_musica"><span style="font-size: large;">Two People</span></h1></div><h2 style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Tina Turner</span><small> </small></h2><h2 style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Composição: Terry Britten & Graham Lyle</span></h2><h2 style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SCOBFo20ZW4&feature=related">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SCOBFo20ZW4&feature=related</a> </span></h2></div><div style="color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"><b>Two people living on the edge of life<br />
Are people running out of dreams and time<br />
I can hear it when you tell me so<br />
I can feel it but I can't let go</b></div><div style="color: #6fa8dc;"></div><div style="color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"><b>Chorus:<br />
Two people gotta stick together and love one another<br />
Save it for a rainy day<br />
Some people gotta stay whatever<br />
Give one another shelter on a rainy day</b></div><div style="color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"></div><div style="color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"><b>Two people living in the way we do<br />
Are people trying to keep a love anew<br />
What to say to make some sense of it<br />
What to do to make the feeling fit</b></div><div style="color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"></div><div style="color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"><b>Chorus</b></div><div style="color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"></div><div style="color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"><b>I'll come running to your rescue<br />
You gotta stand by me<br />
There's a lot of love between us<br />
We should never let go</b></div>Melyannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496667405122299630noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17778776.post-1952902406770929012010-10-23T13:20:00.000-02:002010-10-23T13:20:18.686-02:00<div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: #ffd966; font-size: large;">Memories</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffd966; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"> by Melyanna</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffd966; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;">The whisper unspoken<br />
The kiss locked in my mouth<br />
The burning flame in my heart<br />
The touch of your hand<br />
The sweets words you whispered<br />
The silence all around<br />
The love<br />
The memories....<br />
<br />
The pain holded in<br />
The urgency of this passion<br />
The dry cry<br />
The heart cries<br />
The soul calls your name<br />
The DANCE<br />
The HANDS IN HAND IN THE WOODS<br />
Looking in each others eyes<br />
The revelation of your soul<br />
The touch of your lips...<br />
The dream<br />
The memories... </div>Melyannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496667405122299630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17778776.post-10723760037212611542010-10-10T22:47:00.000-03:002010-10-10T22:47:29.091-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Undisclosed Desires</b></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> (Muse)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I know you've suffered<br />
But I don't want you to hide<br />
It's cold and loveless<br />
I won't let you be denied<br />
<br />
Soothing<br />
I'll make you feel pure<br />
Trust me<br />
You can be sure<br />
<br />
I want to reconcile the violence in your heart<br />
I want to recognise your beauty's not just a mask<br />
I want to exorcise the demons from your past<br />
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart<br />
<br />
You trick your lovers<br />
That you're wicked and divine<br />
You may be a sinner<br />
But your innocence is mine<br />
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Please me<br />
Show me how it's done<br />
Tease me<br />
You are the one<br />
<br />
I want to reconcile the violence in your heart<br />
I want to recognise your beauty's not just a mask<br />
I want to exorcise the demons from your past<br />
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart<br />
<br />
Please me<br />
Show me how it's done<br />
Trust me<br />
You are the one<br />
<br />
I want to reconcile the violence in your heart<br />
I want to recognise your beauty's not just a mask<br />
I want to exorcise the demons from your past<br />
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R8OOWcsFj0U&playnext=1&videos=IRH_L2oWuu4&feature=artistob">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R8OOWcsFj0U&playnext=1&videos=IRH_L2oWuu4&feature=artistob</a> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Melyannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496667405122299630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17778776.post-37661000952114779902010-09-28T13:57:00.001-03:002010-09-28T13:59:06.796-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: #6aa84f;"> </span><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;">Almost Lover</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> by A Fine Frenzy<br />
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EDEEzS7OV2k&feature=related">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EDEEzS7OV2k&feature=related </a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;">Your fingertips across my skin<br />
The palm trees swaying in the wind<br />
Images<br />
<br />
You sang me Spanish lullabies<br />
The sweetest sadness in your eyes<br />
Clever trick<br />
<br />
I never want to see you unhappy<br />
I thought you'd want the same for me<br />
<br />
Goodbye, my almost lover<br />
Goodbye, my hopeless dream<br />
I'm trying not to think about you<br />
Can't you just let me be?<br />
So long, my luckless romance<br />
My back is turned on you<br />
I should've known you'd bring me heartache<br />
Almost lovers always do<br />
<br />
We walked along a crowded street<br />
You took my hand and danced with me<br />
Images<br />
<br />
And when you left you kissed my lips<br />
You told me you'd never ever forget these images, no<br />
<br />
I never want to see you unhappy<br />
I thought you'd want the same for me<br />
<br />
Goodbye, my almost lover<br />
Goodbye, my hopeless dream<br />
I'm trying not to think about you<br />
Can't you just let me be?<br />
So long, my luckless romance<br />
My back is turned on you<br />
I should've known you'd bring me heartache<br />
Almost lovers always do<br />
<br />
I cannot go to the ocean<br />
I cannot drive the streets at night<br />
I cannot wake up in the morning<br />
Without you on my mind<br />
So you're gone and I'm haunted<br />
And I bet you are just fine<br />
Did I make it that easy<br />
To walk right in and out of my life?<br />
<br />
Goodbye, my almost lover<br />
Goodbye, my hopeless dream<br />
I'm trying not to think about you<br />
Can't you just let me be?<br />
So long, my luckless romance<br />
My back is turned on you<br />
I should've known you'd bring me heartache<br />
Almost lovers always do</div>Melyannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496667405122299630noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17778776.post-33700974168020471852010-09-08T00:20:00.000-03:002010-09-08T00:20:10.826-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i style="color: #a64d79;"><b>Soulmate</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">By Natasha Bedingfield<br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Incompatible, it don't matter though</span><br style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> 'cos someone's bound to hear my cry</span><br style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Speak out if you do</span><br style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> You're not easy to find</span><br style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /> <br style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Is it possible Mr. Loveable</span><br style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Is already in my life?</span><br style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Right in front of me</span><br style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Or maybe you're in disguise</span><br style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /> <br style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Who doesn't long for someone to hold</span><br style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Who knows how to love you without being told</span><br style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Somebody tell me why I'm on my own</span><br style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> If there's a soulmate for everyone</span><br style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /> <br style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Here we are again, circles never end</span><br style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> How do I find the perfect fit</span><br style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> There's enough for everyone</span><br style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> But I'm still waiting in line</span><br style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /> <br style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Who doesn't long for someone to hold</span><br style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Who knows how to love you without being told</span><br style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Somebody tell me why I'm on my own</span><br style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> If there's a soulmate for everyone</span><br style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /> <br style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> If there's a soulmate for everyone</span><br style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /> <br style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Most relationships seem so transitory</span><br style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> They're all good but not the permanent one</span><br style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /> <br style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Who doesn't long for someone to hold</span><br style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Who knows how to love you without being told</span><br style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Somebody tell me why I'm on my own</span><br style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> If there's a soulmate for everyone</span><br style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /> <br style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Who doesn't long for someone to hold</span><br style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Who knows how to love you without being told</span><br style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Somebody tell me why I'm on my own</span><br style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> If there's a soulmate for everyone</span><br style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> If there's a soulmate for everyone</span></div>Melyannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496667405122299630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17778776.post-83196192599770943892010-08-27T01:16:00.001-03:002010-08-27T01:17:33.315-03:00Quero<div style="text-align: center;"><b> <span style="color: #ea9999;">Quero </span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /> <br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> Quero que todos os dias do ano</span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> todos os dias da vida</span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> de meia em meia hora</span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> de 5 em 5 minutos</span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> me digas: Eu te amo.</span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /> <br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> Ouvindo-te dizer: Eu te amo,</span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> creio, no momento, que sou amado.</span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> No momento anterior</span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> e no seguinte,</span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> como sabê-lo?</span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /> <br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> Quero que me repitas até a exaustão</span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> que me amas que me amas que me amas.</span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> Do contrário evapora-se a amação</span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> pois ao não dizer: Eu te amo,</span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> desmentes</span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> apagas</span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> teu amor por mim.</span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /> <br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> Exijo de ti o perene comunicado.</span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> Não exijo senão isto,</span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> isto sempre, isto cada vez mais.</span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> Quero ser amado por e em tua palavra</span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> nem sei de outra maneira a não ser esta</span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> de reconhecer o dom amoroso,</span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> a perfeita maneira de saber-se amado:</span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> amor na raiz da palavra</span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> e na sua emissão,</span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> amor</span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> saltando da língua nacional,</span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> amor</span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> feito som</span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> vibração espacial.</span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /> <br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> No momento em que não me dizes:</span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> Eu te amo,</span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> inexoravelmente sei</span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> que deixaste de amar-me,</span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> que nunca me amastes antes.</span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /> <br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> Se não me disseres urgente repetido</span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> Eu te amoamoamoamoamo,</span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> verdade fulminante que acabas de desentranhar,</span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> eu me precipito no caos,</span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> essa coleção de objetos de não-amor.</span><br style="color: #ea9999;" /> <br style="color: #ea9999;" /><span style="color: #ea9999;"> Carlos Drummond de Andrade</span></b></div>Melyannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496667405122299630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17778776.post-34351565344978983302010-06-27T20:23:00.002-03:002010-06-27T20:23:56.826-03:00VIVERViver dói! Dai a necessidade de se tentar proteger, criar armaduras. “A vida é dura, arrume um capacete”, é... até ai tudo bem, a coisa complica quando o capacete quebra e quebra e quebra por mais que a cada troca consiga-se um mais resistente que o anterior. Não há “tecnologia” suficiente para um capacete perfeito, afinal nada é perfeito e ai o que se fazer? <br />
Boa pergunta... porque a vida não espera, não para de ser dura e de nos dar porradas só porque a droga do capacete nao é mais satisfatório. A solução nao está em nenhuma receita, dai talvez acabarmos tomando mais porradas do que o necessário! <br />
Infelizmente é necessário tomar porradas da vida, só assim aprendemos as lições mais úteis e valiosas de nossas vidas. Agora o que mais machuca nao são as porradas em si, mas a perda da esperança, a perda da crença na vida, na felicidade, nas coisas boas, porque as porradas são tantas e de tantos lados que acabam por criar um desânimo, uma desesperança generalizada, a falta da crença em dias melhores e de que as coisas irão melhorar. Viver assim é muito ruim, é passar a vida em branco, é ser a coadjuvante e nao a protagonista da própria vida.Melyannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496667405122299630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17778776.post-15273334736119380592010-04-10T13:20:00.001-03:002010-04-10T13:33:17.347-03:00Pale<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiriU-RrphJlnKu2-WOmmj26Lf1FEVKKjn1KcrRH5fUzEr4uvVo1JjqCWYGB_ENOD1-yuiKhjF9SBImuwJsgyx56rTWM_DuplHgRvSbkPSI3EuWzXQHyLbcLK4iTZjzAamb2qk/s1600/2253601de918b2b8.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiriU-RrphJlnKu2-WOmmj26Lf1FEVKKjn1KcrRH5fUzEr4uvVo1JjqCWYGB_ENOD1-yuiKhjF9SBImuwJsgyx56rTWM_DuplHgRvSbkPSI3EuWzXQHyLbcLK4iTZjzAamb2qk/s320/2253601de918b2b8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458546118339283714" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Pale</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Within Temptation</span><br /><br /><br />The world seems not the same,<br />though I know nothing has changed.<br />It's all my state of mind,<br />I can't leave it all behind.<br />I have stand up to be stronger.<br /><br />Have to try to break free<br />from the thoughts in my mind.<br />Use the time that I have,<br />I can't say goodbye,<br />have to make it right.<br />Have to fight, cause I know<br />in the end it's worthwhile,<br />that the pain that I feel slowly fades away.<br />It will be alright.<br /><br />I know, should realise<br />time is precious, it is worthwhile.<br />Despite how I feel inside,<br />have to trust it will be alright.<br />Have to stand up to be stronger.<br /><br />Oh, this night is too long.<br />I have no strength to go on.<br />No more pain, I'm floating away.<br />Through the mist see the face<br />of an angel, who calls my name.<br />I remember you're the reason I have to stay.<br /></div><script language="javascript" type="text/javascript" src="http://www.lyricsplugin.com/winamp03/javascript/plugin.js"></script><script language="javascript" type="text/javascript" src="http://www.lyricsplugin.com/ver/ver.js"></script>Melyannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496667405122299630noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17778776.post-237253193425608512010-03-24T23:24:00.002-03:002010-03-24T23:29:33.606-03:00<p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; text-align: center;" class="titulo">Que livro você é???</p><p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; text-align: center;" class="titulo"> <a href="http://educarparacrescer.abril.com.br/leitura/testes/livro-nacional.shtml">http://educarparacrescer.abril.com.br/leitura/testes/livro-nacional.shtml</a><br /></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; text-align: center;" class="titulo">Olha só o resultado!!!<br /></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; text-align: center;" class="titulo"><br /></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; text-align: center;" class="titulo">"A paixão segundo GH", de Clarice Lispector</p><div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; text-align: center;"> </div><p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; text-align: center;">Você é daqueles sujeitos profundos. Não que se acham profundos – profundos mesmo. Devido às maquinações constantes da sua cabecinha, ao longo do tempo você acumulou milhões de questionamentos. Hoje, em segundos, você é capaz de reconsiderar toda a sua existência. A visão de um objeto ou uma fala inocente de alguém às vezes desencadeiam viagens dilacerantes aos cantos mais obscuros de sua alma. Em geral, essa tendência introspectiva não faz de você uma pessoa fácil de se conviver. Aliás, você desperta até medo em algumas pessoas. Outras simplesmente não o conseguem entender.<br />Assim é também "A paixão segundo GH", obra-prima de Clarice Lispector amada-idolatrada por leitores intelectuais e existencialistas, mas, sejamos sinceros, que assusta a maioria. Essa possível repulsa, porém, nunca anulará um milésimo de sua força literária. O mesmo vale para você: agrada a poucos, mas tem uma força única.</p>Melyannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496667405122299630noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17778776.post-46958087309810268122010-03-20T23:58:00.003-03:002010-03-21T00:12:30.237-03:00Soul and body<div style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">(Sara Teasdale)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">"I am not sorry for my soul</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">That it must go unsatisfied,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">For it can live a thousand times,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">Eternity is deep and wide.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">I am not sorry for my soul,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">But oh, my body that must go</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">Back to a little drift of dust</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">Without the joy it longed to know."<br /><br /></span></span></div>Melyannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496667405122299630noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17778776.post-42267066858702967962010-02-08T14:26:00.002-02:002010-02-08T14:34:19.402-02:00Eu!<div style="text-align: center;"><br />Por Marcos Tabosa<br /><br />"Sou o meu momento. Reavaliar, rever conceitos, deixar velhas fotos para trás.<br /> "O mundo mudou. O meu mundo mudou. Já não falamos a mesma língua.<br /> Acho que nunca estive tão feliz em minha própria companhia. Eu.<br /> "Estou tão feliz por me satisfazer..."<br /> Primeiro, me apaixonei pela minha casa; antes não era, verdade. Mas gostava dela...<br />Talvez, não o suficiente pra querer ficar nela tanto tempo, ou por querer me apaixonar...<br /> ...Nos apaixonamos, uma pela outra. Falo da minha mãe. Aceitamos uma à outra, em suas diferenças.<br /> É querer estar no caminho ideal, estar bem consigo e com os outros.<br /> É o não depender dos outros, mas aceitá-los como o são...<br />...Encontrar-se na sua própria imensidão, sem perder o foco da alma.<br /> Sou o meu momento. Sou o antes e o depois de mim mesma.<br /> Sou a mesma, sou o meu ideal."<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">PS: Obrigada meu grande e eterno amigo Marquitos, que me surpreende com tanto talento!!<br /></div></div>Melyannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496667405122299630noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17778776.post-78474188285742931842009-10-26T13:07:00.007-02:002009-10-26T13:48:29.021-02:00Decepções e Ingratidões<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisbbVjijmwW4UY_-GkHUXn9CUFpQf4XYEjmcsrUIIqe-FGiPkWpdy0YOh6McKtZKsW7qd-W27VANJgriMtL9OtCyUR6BcuGPTGZvGPESOM9KCywOmz25nGZMXKCBlXdSaG4cld/s1600-h/decep%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisbbVjijmwW4UY_-GkHUXn9CUFpQf4XYEjmcsrUIIqe-FGiPkWpdy0YOh6McKtZKsW7qd-W27VANJgriMtL9OtCyUR6BcuGPTGZvGPESOM9KCywOmz25nGZMXKCBlXdSaG4cld/s320/decep%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396934772506049298" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Decepções... a vida é cheia delas, até quando se é criança. A minha vida até hoje é cheia delas. Muitas dessas foram devidas a expectativas altas que não foram alcançadas, que foram então rebaixadas a um nível mínimo e mesmo assim, foram frustradas. Até aí tudo bem, afinal de contas, as nossas expectativas não têm que ser sempre atingidas. O problema maior aqui é quando mesmo não se tendo grandes expectativas alguém te decepciona e da pior maneira possível.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">A pior maneira possível, na minha singela opinião é a decepção causada pela ingratidão! Isso porque, além das ingratidões conterem um grau de decepção, possuem também um certo nível de traição, é aquela sensação da mais profunda apunhalada pelas costas, que atravessa os pulmões te deixando completamente sem ar chegando ao alvo principal, o coração!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">E assim tenta-se se curar de duas feridas enormes abertas ao mesmo tempo!!</span><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Melyannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496667405122299630noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17778776.post-42685510755129494732008-06-16T22:24:00.001-03:002008-06-16T22:27:21.695-03:00Once In A Lifetime<h1 style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Once In A Lifetime</span><br /></h1><h4 style="text-align: center;">Enigma</h4><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="main-text">Cuando anochezca </span><br /><span class="main-text">Te esperare</span><br /><span class="main-text">Quiero volverte loco esta noche</span><br /><span class="main-text">Con la luna llena</span><br /><span class="main-text">Te esperare</span><br /><span class="main-text">Hoy moriras entre mis brazos</span><br /><span class="main-text">Nunca soñaste algo igual </span><br /><span class="main-text"> When the night falls </span><br /><span class="main-text">I will wait for you</span><br /><span class="main-text">I want to drive you crazy tonight</span><br /><span class="main-text">With the full moon</span><br /><span class="main-text">I will wait for you</span><br /><span class="main-text">Today you will die in my arms</span><br /><span class="main-text">You never dreamed about something like this</span><br /><span class="main-text"> </span><br /><span class="main-text">When you're near me</span><br /><span class="main-text">I close my eyes</span><br /><span class="main-text">I want to feel you by my side</span><br /><span class="main-text">When you kiss me</span><br /><span class="main-text">I close my eyes </span><br /><span class="main-text">Want you by my side</span><br /><br /><span class="main-text">When I realise there's no telling lies</span><br /><span class="main-text">Then I know it once in a lifetime</span><br /><span class="main-text">Making love to you</span><br /><span class="main-text">Everytime it's new</span><br /><span class="main-text">You know you're my once in a lifetime</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="main-text">Todo tu cuerpo temblara</span><br /><span class="main-text">Pero esta vez, es realidad </span><br /><span class="main-text">Aunque el tiempo pase</span><br /><span class="main-text">Nunca, nunca lo olividaras</span><br /><span class="main-text">Sera </span><br /><span class="main-text">Solo una vez en tu vida</span><br /><span class="main-text"> All your body will tremble</span><br /><span class="main-text">But this time it will be real</span><br /><span class="main-text">Though time passes by</span><br /><span class="main-text">You will never, never forget it</span><br /><span class="main-text">It will be</span><br /><span class="main-text">Only once in your lifetime</span><br /><span class="main-text"> </span><br /><span class="main-text">When you touch me</span><br /><span class="main-text">I burn inside</span><br /><span class="main-text">Cold and shiver down my spine</span><br /><span class="main-text">When you take me</span><br /><span class="main-text">So hot in love </span><br /><span class="main-text">Can't get enough</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="main-text">When I realise there's no telling lies</span><br /><span class="main-text">Then I know it once in a lifetime</span><br /><span class="main-text">Making love to you</span><br /><span class="main-text">Everytime it's new</span><br /><span class="main-text">You know you're my once in a lifetime</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="main-text">Once in a lifetime</span><br /><span class="main-text">Once in a lifetime</span><br /><span class="main-text">Once in a lifetime</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="main-text">Giving all I've got</span><br /><span class="main-text">Now you love me not</span><br /><span class="main-text">You're my lover once in a lifetime</span><br /><span class="main-text">Taking care of you</span><br /><span class="main-text">Everytime it's new</span><br /><span class="main-text">You know you're my once in a lifetime...</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="main-text">When you're by my side</span><br /><span class="main-text">And I want you hot</span><br /><span class="main-text">When I close my eyes then I touch the skies</span><br /><span class="main-text">When I realise there's no telling lies</span><br /><span class="main-text">Making love to you</span><br /><span class="main-text">Everytime it's new</span><br /></div>Melyannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496667405122299630noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17778776.post-22970710381060315532007-12-05T02:32:00.000-02:002007-12-05T02:37:07.804-02:00Medo<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Medo</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Por Cosette Dubois<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;">Sinto medo de tudo:<br />Medo de morrer,<br />Medo de perder,<br />Medo de sofrer.<br /><br />Sinto medo nesse mundo:<br />Medo de chorar,<br />Medo de tentar,<br />Medo de errar.<br /><br />O que nos move é o medo!<br />Mas isso tudo é segredo<br />Que não podemos admitir,<br /><br />Mas vemos, no final da vida,<br />Que ele não evitou feridas<br />E, mesmo assim, devemos partir!</p><br /><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"><br /></p>Melyannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496667405122299630noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17778776.post-71140509455292404722007-12-01T11:46:00.000-02:002007-12-01T12:05:24.004-02:00Sorrio<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcTtI5iCivXvVwD6ps2mqXftjRS990c1U8536zBCSeoDra5vTrqXEKYVr4rI5wPttX7IAqUE8oLIvvCrPZS1QRIA3dCzqbiF1QcrtAuYKZ_oJJXACIGwjo2ck8wSLSLamebqjA/s1600-r/DSC00941.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXN7v98q7xMCfqiDxOTHw_qwZ71VdYwyr9vuc5-4BdUPmWn-VwGnQXqFJpGN6eWMiOgS2e0pofv6SDCB6jgVMFC1Gu8IzwQHaxHVcADOprFBeHygqnEaySmKaAfrVqBI6nfcLF/s400/DSC00941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139004610904863202" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Sorrio</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Por Cosette Dubois</span><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">Sorrio.<br />Pareço feliz, me crêem feliz<br />Da dor aqui de dentro ninguém diz,<br />Mas ela existe e me faz lembrar<br />Constantemente das angústias,<br />Tristezas e desilusões.<br />Enquanto tento decifrar<br />Essa balbúrdia de emoções,<br />Só rio.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">E ninguém parece notar.<br /><br /><br /></div>Melyannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496667405122299630noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17778776.post-11091698424032438552007-11-29T22:00:00.000-02:002007-11-29T22:13:01.700-02:00O ciclo eterno<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzXkKPZvuNw6hM-JBwgeXd7QEegmej745a-EGv-N7AiRECgUcOVUG_Aj0xoRvbtI7eQvGA0EY1hiGunq-UZ7wDju61ITZv9SrfBdcGjJ2jYVIUGnwhfav6NdppozKCtnc4l6mz/s1600-h/56503869.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzXkKPZvuNw6hM-JBwgeXd7QEegmej745a-EGv-N7AiRECgUcOVUG_Aj0xoRvbtI7eQvGA0EY1hiGunq-UZ7wDju61ITZv9SrfBdcGjJ2jYVIUGnwhfav6NdppozKCtnc4l6mz/s400/56503869.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138419130429162498" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">O Ciclo Eterno</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Por Cosette Dubois<br /><br /> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">As rosas brotam e logo secam;<br />Pássaros nascem e voam embora;<br />O dia surge e a noite cai lá fora;<br />Lembrando um ciclo que se completa.<br />O vento corre rápido e ligeiro<br />O tempo se esvai célere e faceiro.<br /><br />No fundo, tudo volta ao que sempre foi.<br />Por isso, o tchau, às vezes, é igual ao oi.<br />O mundo é feito de idas e vindas<br />Em um ciclo eterno que nunca finda.<br />O vento que vai é o mesmo que vem<br />E os dias se passam sem que ninguém<br />Possa dizer ao certo quantos dias viveu<br />Pois todos são iguais àquele em que morreu.</p>Melyannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496667405122299630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17778776.post-83757173885432768182007-09-30T12:49:00.000-03:002007-09-30T13:03:12.991-03:00Soneto de Amor Total<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzuRpCuqPCiZYBoDvcCKFiPXUShJdmgx5wGec7OFx8hE297UfKsJD7G9gTDvo5-CJniKRfNGFzhpfG4gwURhQIQGjj5b6lpV-xP1y6qonrEeeVu81_qQ1WnhFrSKqXrb3N3IBb/s1600-h/Imagem+103.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzuRpCuqPCiZYBoDvcCKFiPXUShJdmgx5wGec7OFx8hE297UfKsJD7G9gTDvo5-CJniKRfNGFzhpfG4gwURhQIQGjj5b6lpV-xP1y6qonrEeeVu81_qQ1WnhFrSKqXrb3N3IBb/s400/Imagem+103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116027365942780898" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" ><br /><br />Poema dedicado ao Amor, sentimento que existe independentemente da existência humana, da distância e circunstâncias. </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style="font-size: 15px;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></b></span><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style="font-size: 15px;">Soneto De Amor Total</b> </span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><i>Vinicius De Moraes</i></span> <pre><span style="font-size:100%;">Amo-te tanto, meu amor... não cante<br />O humano coração com mais verdade....<br />Amo-te como amigo e como amante<br />Numa sempre diversa realidade.<br /><br />Amo-te afim, de um calmo amor prestante<br />E te amo além, presente na saudade.<br />Amo-te, enfim, com grande liberdade<br />Dentro da eternidade e a cada instante.<br /><br />Amo-te como um bicho, simplesmente<br />De um amor sem mistério e sem virtude</span><br />Com um desejo maciço e permanente.<br /><br />E de te amar assim, muito e amiúde<br />É que um dia em teu corpo de repente<br />Hei de morrer de amar mais do que pude<br /><br /><br /></pre></div>Melyannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496667405122299630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17778776.post-55423088343362245672007-09-20T20:43:00.000-03:002007-09-20T20:54:13.033-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxbBkAL0RJr5rmWdP1XhTibxipNTDshxCvb6KzW-W2zzXnfdlCoyWYBr_71-sTh9a0zTXiBuT2NlbQU2I8wpc1J8xuQqVbhHnfZ0LS0oGVW0xgSU0Z6U5b-ITJXH_b99mYjKSy/s1600-h/1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxbBkAL0RJr5rmWdP1XhTibxipNTDshxCvb6KzW-W2zzXnfdlCoyWYBr_71-sTh9a0zTXiBuT2NlbQU2I8wpc1J8xuQqVbhHnfZ0LS0oGVW0xgSU0Z6U5b-ITJXH_b99mYjKSy/s400/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112438529924948946" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />"Todos nós possuímos as sementes do amor. Podemos desenvolver essa maravilhosa fonte de energia nutrindo o amor incondicional que nada espera de volta. Quando compreendemos uma pessoa no fundo do coração, inclusive alguém que nos feriu, não conseguimos deixar de amá-la.</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Maitreya, o Buda do Amor</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Ben Harper - Walk Away</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Oh no</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">here comes that sun again</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">that means another day</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">without you my friend</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">And it hurts me</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">to look into the mirror at myself</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">and it hurts even more</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">to have to be with somebody else</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">and it's so hard to do</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">and so easy to say</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">but sometimes</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">sometimes you just have to walk away</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">walk away</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">With so many people</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">to love in my life</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">why do I worry</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">about one</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">But you put the happy</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">in my ness</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">you put the good times</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">into my fun</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">and it's so hard to do</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">and so easy to say</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">but sometimes</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">sometimes you just have to walk away</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">walk away</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">and head for the door</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">We've tried the goodbye</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">so many days</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">we walk in the same direction</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">so that we could never stray</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">they say if you love somebody</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">than you have got to set them free</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">but I would rather be locked to you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">than live in this pain and misery</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">They say time will</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">make all this go away</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">but it's time that has taken my tomorrows</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">and turned them into yesterdays</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">and once again that rising sun</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">is dropping on down</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">and once again you my friend</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">are nowhere to be found</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">and it's so hard to do</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">and so easy to say</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">but sometimes</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">sometimes you just have to walk away</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">walk away</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">and head for the door</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">you just walk away</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">walk away</span><br /></div>Melyannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496667405122299630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17778776.post-59322335372890194072007-09-11T21:32:00.000-03:002007-09-11T21:46:32.924-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEistIGp1Bj9AwOoG9KpcyUCRUn4ID60bGJRrwyGP2uZt8n-Jubiqezm_J2psdjJ_Mt_N3S7bQ-7qbrxWu6M2hGyimzX3q3qgGWZXgdAfzebE95Ds1f9diBUTb5rhucZzoxXr2eq/s1600-h/56619301.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEistIGp1Bj9AwOoG9KpcyUCRUn4ID60bGJRrwyGP2uZt8n-Jubiqezm_J2psdjJ_Mt_N3S7bQ-7qbrxWu6M2hGyimzX3q3qgGWZXgdAfzebE95Ds1f9diBUTb5rhucZzoxXr2eq/s400/56619301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109110269515237138" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Se cada dia cai</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Se cada dia cai, dentro de cada noite,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">há um poço</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">onde a claridade está presa.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">há que sentar-se na beira</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">do poço da sombra</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">e pescar luz caída</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">com paciência.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Pablo</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Neruda</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> (Últimos Sonetos)<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Com agradecimentos a Liz, pelo poema e inspiração!</span><br /></div><br /></div>Melyannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496667405122299630noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17778776.post-14559194665865574532007-08-12T12:12:00.000-03:002007-09-11T21:48:12.891-03:00Milágrimas<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipR2yjcTBLta4zUustVAJrFUTvjr7e8XorZYg0oPpr44ci7XoBA7w8HPNjfnKQOStkzOJI_JncruoDzB1soIBYqvOH8MlKDCINQ3MCE0vlj6ouA0nY8CFOzlu6RZdQfvNNSxqt/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipR2yjcTBLta4zUustVAJrFUTvjr7e8XorZYg0oPpr44ci7XoBA7w8HPNjfnKQOStkzOJI_JncruoDzB1soIBYqvOH8MlKDCINQ3MCE0vlj6ouA0nY8CFOzlu6RZdQfvNNSxqt/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097841066528891538" border="0" /></a>Foto by me. Céu do Pontão do Lago Sul<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Milágrimas</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">em caso de dor, ponha gelo, mude o corte de cabelo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">mude como o modelo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">vá ao cinema, dê um sorriso, ainda que amarelo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">esqueça seu cotovelo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">se amargo for já ter sido, troque já esse vestIdo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">troque o padrão do tecido</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">saia do sério, deixe os critérios, siga todos os sentidos</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">faça fazer sentido</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">a cada mil lágrimas sai um milagre</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">caso de tristeza, vire a mesa, coma só a sobremesa</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">coma somente a cereja</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">jogue para cima, faça cena, cante as rimas de um poema</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">sofra apenas, viva apenas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">sendo só fissura, ou loucura, quem sabe casando cura</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">ninguém sabe o que procura</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">faça uma novena, reze um terço, caia fora do contexto</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">invente seu endereço</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">a cada milágrimas sai um milagre</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">mas se, apesar de banal,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">chorar for inevitável</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">sinta o gosto do sal, do sal, do sal</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">sinta o gosto do sal</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">gota a gota, uma a uma</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">duas, três, dez, cem, mil lágrimas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">sinta o milagre</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">a cada mil lágrimas sai um milagre</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">a cada milagrimas</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Alice Ruiz</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Com agradecimentos a Tati Mamede pela poesia!!</span><br /></span>Melyannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496667405122299630noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17778776.post-13475007707226916052007-01-27T12:33:00.000-02:002007-08-12T12:53:17.465-03:00Sonhos<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4m4JWFENQ5GF4R83-viNKsu8cMUAbZecl_5_trDLbl3Z0VxmBVNc76Wtgk0ZpiW56p6Ns-mcUjkpdgG-WRdXBIZb0wFVaRz2AzldbmDbEVwzj-FEkCvva53AQquws52H1I8cj/s1600-h/71100209.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4m4JWFENQ5GF4R83-viNKsu8cMUAbZecl_5_trDLbl3Z0VxmBVNc76Wtgk0ZpiW56p6Ns-mcUjkpdgG-WRdXBIZb0wFVaRz2AzldbmDbEVwzj-FEkCvva53AQquws52H1I8cj/s400/71100209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024723108003495474" border="0" /></a><blockquote><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span id="mainTable"><span id="mainTable"><span id="lblHoroscopoDiario" style="background-color: rgb(179, 237, 254); height: 136px; width: 254px;"><blockquote>"Os sonhos não têm dono, e por isso seu inexorável<br /><br />destino é serem compartilhados, divididos com outras<br /><br />pessoas, pois assim os sonhos crescem e se aproximam<br /><br />da realidade. Que humano algum pretenda roubar um<br /><br />sonho!"</blockquote></span></span></span></span></div></blockquote>Melyannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496667405122299630noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17778776.post-1163864711562441192006-11-18T13:41:00.000-02:002006-11-18T13:45:11.590-02:00Conselho de um velho apaixonado<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5291/1721/1600/Imag010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5291/1721/320/Imag010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoBodyText"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />CONSELHOS DE UM VELHO APAIXONADO<br />(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoBodyText"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br />Quando encontrar alguém e esse alguém fizer seu coração<br />parar de funcionar por<br />alguns segundos, preste atenção: pode ser a pessoa mais<br />importante da sua vida.<br /><br />Se os olhares se cruzarem e, neste momento, houver o<br />mesmo brilho intenso entre<br />eles, fique alerta: pode ser a pessoa que você está<br />esperando desde o dia em<br />que nasceu.</span> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Se o toque dos lábios for intenso, se o beijo for<br />apaixonante, e os olhos se<br />encherem dágua neste momento, perceba: existe algo<br />mágico entre vocês.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Se o 1º e o último pensamento do seu dia for essa<br />pessoa, se a vontade de ficar<br />juntos chegar a apertar o coração, agradeça: Algo<br />do céu te mandou um<br />presente divino : O AMOR.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Se um dia tiverem que pedir perdão um ao outro por<br />algum motivo e,em troca,<br />receber um abraço, um sorriso, um afago nos cabelos e<br />os gestos valerem mais<br />que mil palavras, entregue-se: vocês foram<br />feitos um pro outro.<br /><br />Se por algum motivo você estiver triste, se a vida te<br />deu uma rasteira e a<br />outra pessoa sofrer o seu sofrimento, chorar as suas<br />Lágrimas e enxugá-las com<br />ternura, que coisa maravilhosa: você poderá contar com<br />ela em qualquer momento<br />de sua vida.<br /><br />Se você conseguir, em pensamento, sentir o cheiro<br />da pessoa como se ela<br />estivesse ali do seu lado...<br />Se você achar a pessoa maravilhosamente linda, mesmo<br />ela estando de pijamas<br />velhos, chinelos de dedo e cabelos<br />emaranhados...<br />Se você não consegue trabalhar direito o dia todo,<br />ansioso pelo encontro que<br />está marcado para a noite...<br /><br />Se você não consegue imaginar, de maneira nenhuma, um<br />futuro sem a pessoa ao<br />seu lado...<br /><br />Se você tiver a certeza que vai ver a outra<br />envelhecendo e, mesmo assim, tiver<br />a convicção que vai c ontinuar sendo louco<br />por ela...<br /><br />Se você preferir fechar os olhos, antes de ver a outra<br />partindo: é o amor que<br />chegou na sua vida.<br /><br />Muitas pessoas apaixonam-se muitas vezes na<br />vida, mas poucas amam<br />ou encontram um amor verdadeiro.</span> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Às vezes encontram e, por não prestarem atenção<br />nesses sinais, deixam amor<br />passar, sem deixá-lo acontecer verdadeiramente. É<br />o livre-arbítrio.<br />Por isso, preste atenção nos<br />sinais.<br /><br />Não deixe que as loucuras do dia-a-dia o deixem cego<br />para a melhor coisa da<br />vida: O AMOR !!!<br /><br />Ame muito.....muitíssimo....... </span> <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--> <!--[endif]--></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" align="center"> <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span> <!--[endif]--></p><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span>Melyannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496667405122299630noreply@blogger.com0