tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26744233382457347802011-04-21T18:57:02.068-07:00Jacobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06530478288978467883noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674423338245734780.post-67824968130013284822009-04-22T05:03:00.000-07:002009-04-22T05:51:02.437-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCSSv2O1yxc/Se8Qn1YGIyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FH0OUXnUucs/s1600-h/1401776%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327495160731673378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uCSSv2O1yxc/Se8Qn1YGIyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FH0OUXnUucs/s200/1401776%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Estamos em locais</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Em tempos desiguais</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Em espaços bem definidos</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Em ermos profundos, sofridos</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">São barras que nos afastam</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Horas que nos impedem</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Lembranças que a memória abraçam</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Instintos que nos suspendem</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">E olhamos, olhamos um tempo passado</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ambicionamos um novo futuro</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Que vivido não é voltado</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">E erguido é mais um muro</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sentimos na nossa vontade</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Uma sede sonhadora</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Morta pela incerteza</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Da certeza promissora</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Então em movimento</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Achando o atrás perdido</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">É queimado outro momento </span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mais um tempo é ardido</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ficamos assim,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Querendo outra emoção</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Desejando outro fim</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Amando outra paixão</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Contentes ou descontentes</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Corajosos ou destemidos</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sofridos são os tormentos</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Amados são os feridos</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Vivemos, vivemos descontentes</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">E por vezes sufocados</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Pelas opções ausentes</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Escolhidas em maus bocados</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mas continuamos</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Contentes ou descontentes</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Em olhares efervescentes</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Nossos passos contemplamos</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Crendo ou não crendo</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Definidos ou indefinidos </span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Vivemos ou vamos vivendo</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Numa vida comprimidos</span></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674423338245734780-6782496813001328482?l=toquedalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jacobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06530478288978467883noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674423338245734780.post-73322951648130055042009-04-21T01:46:00.000-07:002009-04-22T05:03:20.221-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCSSv2O1yxc/Se2RfBZ1mCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7_LKDF6ZqMM/s1600-h/1401059%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327073896387942434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uCSSv2O1yxc/Se2RfBZ1mCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7_LKDF6ZqMM/s200/1401059%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Com lágrimas enterro meu leito,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ao Amor abro a minha alma... </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ao meu amor-próprio, </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Á vida... </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dorido desta vida </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Incendeio-me nestas lágrimas </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Não de água, </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mas de fogo... </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">E morro... </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Despeço-me...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Eis que com garra,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tal como fénix renasço das cinzas! </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Qual lágrima incendeia um sorriso</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Que desgraça merece mais dor. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Do mal retiro bem, </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Das lágrimas um sorriso </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Da alma nascem-me asas </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Voarei de mim a ti </span></span></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sei-te, </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Quero-te, </span></span></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Até ao dia certo. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">E se o futuro é desconhecido </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Também eu sou, </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Quero surpreender e ser </span></span></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">surpreendido infinitamente... </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Evitando lágrimas... </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">E as que caírem serão de sorrisos </span><br /></div></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674423338245734780-7332295164813005504?l=toquedalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jacobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06530478288978467883noreply@blogger.com0