tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87490138619524752192024-03-05T00:57:49.603-08:00*SONHOS E POESIAS*Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10161196621872254645noreply@blogger.comBlogger469125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749013861952475219.post-66527489791691837612017-08-04T17:26:00.001-07:002017-08-04T17:26:15.150-07:00Uma gota<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Hoje vi no vasto mundo de uma gota de orvalho</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">uma imagem desgastada e até desfigurada,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">uma face acinzentada, sem brilho, sem vida.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Me assustei com tão triste aparição, mas não esbocei nenhum comentário,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">muito gesto ou mesmo me afastei, apenas permaneci quieta, observando e</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">tentando entender. Mas a terra fofa e sedenta sugou a gota para si e eu então percebi.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">A imagem que a gota trazia em si era algo que de mim esqueci. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Lucia</span><br />
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Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10161196621872254645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749013861952475219.post-91814872951818531802016-05-19T15:15:00.004-07:002016-05-19T15:15:54.208-07:00È PRECISO APRENDER A OLHAR<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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É PRECISO APRENDER A OLHAR</div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.32px;">"Tudo está certo, no seu lugar, cumprindo o seu destino.</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.32px;">E eu me sinto completamente feliz.</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.32px;">Mas, quando falo dessas pequenas felicidades certas,</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.32px;">que estão diante de cada janela,</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.32px;">uns dizem que essas coisas não existem,</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.32px;">outros que só existem diante das minhas janelas,</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.32px;">e outros, finalmente,</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.32px;">que é preciso aprender a olhar, para poder vê-las assim".</span></div>
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Cecilia Meireles</div>
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Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10161196621872254645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749013861952475219.post-44524606835308943162016-04-24T09:25:00.001-07:002016-04-24T09:25:22.294-07:00Paisagem<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Num horizonte distante,<br />
olhares se perdem<br />
esperando o entardecer.<br />
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A poeira pinta a cena<br />
e o sol aquece o ar,<br />
o vento toca melodia,<br />
mas ela não quer bailar.<br />
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Olhares ainda estão lá<br />
esperando a noite chegar,<br />
logo a cena escura ficará.<br />
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<br />Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10161196621872254645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749013861952475219.post-66895967462794818862016-04-23T16:10:00.000-07:002016-04-23T16:10:39.453-07:00Passageira<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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De volta ao passado<br />
nos vagões da Maria Fumaça<br />
visitando a história<br />
que não colocaram em livros.<br />
Caminhos percorridos<br />
em um tempo que se foi,<br />
Eu, estranha passageira<br />
vestida de dúvidas,<br />
imaginando cenas,<br />
lendo imagens.<br />
Respondendo perguntas,<br />
acenando para o tempo<br />
e sendo feliz.<br />
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<br />Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10161196621872254645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749013861952475219.post-90656026252401496962015-07-16T17:05:00.003-07:002015-07-16T17:05:25.016-07:00Sugar, sugar<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Saudade</div>
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Meus pensamentos</div>
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levados pelo vento,</div>
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cruzam o céu</div>
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tentando encontrar um sentimento</div>
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que devolva nosso momento.</div>
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Lucia</div>
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Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10161196621872254645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749013861952475219.post-85871991051303300412014-06-19T10:07:00.001-07:002014-06-19T10:07:58.842-07:00TODO MUNDO É LOBO POR DENTRO - Oswaldo Montenegro<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10161196621872254645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749013861952475219.post-21381712276390194552014-05-03T15:25:00.002-07:002014-05-03T15:25:38.371-07:00DEIXE PARA LÁ<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Obs: Achei muito pertinente o texto, pois muitas vezes é melhor deixar para lá algumas coisas. Não coloquei o nome do autor, pois desconheço a autoria.Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10161196621872254645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749013861952475219.post-2006804617106566252014-04-13T18:42:00.002-07:002014-04-13T18:42:57.142-07:00Roupa Nova<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Esse grupo é 10...Adorei o show. Músicas que tocam alma e coração...</div>
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<br />Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10161196621872254645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749013861952475219.post-57787895768061018852014-04-12T09:23:00.000-07:002014-04-12T09:23:04.366-07:00SOU OUTONO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<strong>Sou outono</strong></div>
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De repente folhas caem,</div>
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<br />de repente o vento sopra.</div>
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<br />De repente sou outono.</div>
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Lucia</div>
Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10161196621872254645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749013861952475219.post-29566416807648046032014-03-19T16:43:00.002-07:002014-03-19T16:45:21.914-07:00WAKE ME UP - Avicii<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10161196621872254645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749013861952475219.post-51689079706484867732013-09-01T12:10:00.001-07:002013-09-01T12:10:48.804-07:00RASTROS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Na poeira daquela estrada<br />
rastros de uma história.<br />
Que pelos iuvos do vento é contada,<br />
extraídos de alguma memória.<br />
Rastros fragmentados,<br />
esquecidos no tempo,<br />
rastros amarelados<br />
pela cor do lamento.<br />
Os pés que um dia os fizeram,<br />
rumavam sem direção.<br />
A poeira que hoje os revelam<br />
sentem as batidas de algum coração.<br />
Um coração que sangrava<br />
gotas finas de paixão.<br />
Um coração que não esperava<br />
caminhar na solidão.<br />
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Lucia Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10161196621872254645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749013861952475219.post-56319013924628252032013-08-23T16:09:00.002-07:002013-08-23T16:09:48.207-07:00LIKE A ROSE - Maria Gadu<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10161196621872254645noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749013861952475219.post-5163565898306016632013-08-23T16:04:00.002-07:002013-08-23T16:04:21.448-07:00RESPEITO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10161196621872254645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749013861952475219.post-50255059287071218462013-08-16T17:07:00.002-07:002013-08-16T17:07:45.970-07:00ECO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10161196621872254645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749013861952475219.post-21904359040741760132013-07-09T09:52:00.003-07:002013-07-09T09:53:18.385-07:00A VIDA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Horizonte distante</div>
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unindo céu e mar,</div>
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enquanto ondas pintam as nuvens</div>
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num breve flutuar.</div>
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Águas em movimento</div>
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num lindo bailar</div>
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e eu querendo novos passos dar.</div>
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Olhos procurando tua mãos para segurar </div>
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e o coração pulsando forte com medo de fraquejar.</div>
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Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10161196621872254645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749013861952475219.post-22563239924415735682013-05-12T09:35:00.002-07:002013-05-30T17:25:55.112-07:00SER MÃE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10161196621872254645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749013861952475219.post-69634341020884877962013-05-05T12:41:00.004-07:002013-05-05T12:41:31.975-07:00A BELEZA DO MUNDO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><span style="color: purple;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 17.98611068725586px; text-align: left;">"...o mais importante e bonito do mundo, é isto: que as pessoas não estão sempre iguais, ainda não foram terminadas, mas que elas vão sempre mudando. Afinam ou desafinam."</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 17.98611068725586px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 17.98611068725586px; text-align: left;"><br /></span></span></b></div>
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Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10161196621872254645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749013861952475219.post-66959152472208372542013-04-14T18:26:00.003-07:002013-04-14T18:26:57.815-07:00ALINHAVOS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Nesta estrada empoeirada,<br />
onde o tempo varre o vento<br />
estendi o meu instante<br />
sob o dia pra secar.<br />
Amarelado ficou,<br />
esquecido enrugou,<br />
e do tempo nem se lembrou...passou!<br />
A noite chegou sorrateira<br />
e meus sonhos roubou,<br />
me deixou a insônia<br />
que por causa da saudade chorou.<br />
Costurando os fragmentos<br />
dos momentos que usou,<br />
essa vida complicada<br />
uma colcha de retalhos formou.<br />
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Lucia</div>
Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10161196621872254645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749013861952475219.post-6263426980128606382013-04-09T16:41:00.001-07:002013-04-09T16:41:03.518-07:00DEVANEIOS AO VENTO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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No sereno da madrugada,<br />
uma andarilha sem rumo<br />
tem como vestes a noite<br />
e como companhia a lua.<br />
Sente o desejo aproximar<br />
ouvindo o uivar do vento<br />
e num bruto soprar sua pele apalpar.<br />
A boca se faz faminta do mel<br />
e os olhos de ver o céu,<br />
as mãos trêmulas afagam o nada<br />
que encharcado pelo sereno da madrugada<br />
faz da noite quase dia<br />
e da lua uma sombra iluminada.<br />
O vento agora tranquilo<br />
começa a se distanciar,<br />
e seu canto de longe<br />
a andarilha vai ninar.<br />
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Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10161196621872254645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749013861952475219.post-71538471989359038292013-03-30T16:52:00.001-07:002013-03-30T16:52:32.328-07:00SENSAÇÕES<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Um corpo tateado<br />
pela brisa mansa e muda<br />
que arrepia a pele<br />
e aguça a carne.<br />
Num êxtase de instante<br />
ouve a canção da alma<br />
que acalenta o coração<br />
num ritmo pulsante.<br />
Dançando devagar<br />
suspira a paixão<br />
num fogo que acende<br />
e em minutos vira explosão.<br />
Serenando nua<br />
desfalece ao chão<br />
como folhas do outono<br />
pintando a estação.<br />
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Lucia<br />
Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10161196621872254645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749013861952475219.post-45451663964598024992013-03-30T16:43:00.000-07:002013-03-30T16:43:32.867-07:00FELIZ PÁSCOA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Que nesta Páscoa possamos refletir sobre a vida que se transforma a cada dia, que possamos aceitar o que não pode ser mudado e que tenhamos força para mudar aquilo que é necessário. Que o amor, a esperança e a fé estejam sempre presentes em nossa caminhada. Que o carinho, a compreensão, a alegria e o sorriso sejam nossos maiores presentes e que estes possam sempre ser compartilhados, não apenas com quem está próximo, mas principalmente com quem precisa de um gesto, uma palavra, um sorriso...FELIZ PÁSCOA!</b></div>
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Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10161196621872254645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749013861952475219.post-61493174274090477842013-03-24T11:58:00.001-07:002013-03-24T11:58:53.765-07:00HISTÓRIA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Folhas que caem em tarde acinzentada<br />
levam consigo a esperança acorrentada.<br />
Não deixam resquícios de nada<br />
muito menos o mapa da estrada.<br />
Forram o chão lentamente<br />
com a tinta amarelada,<br />
encobrem toda a memória<br />
de uma vida,de uma história.<br />
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Lucia<br />
Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10161196621872254645noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749013861952475219.post-79200527151625875922013-03-20T16:55:00.000-07:002013-03-20T16:55:02.595-07:00YELLOW - Coldplay<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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