tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43626827398269875782024-02-01T23:40:58.450-08:00Amor no MarO amor é a profundeza do mar!Jhapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12288141544190064992noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362682739826987578.post-27240867538813417672011-04-02T06:21:00.000-07:002011-04-26T06:35:35.575-07:00Garoa<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfiLUG_eWochDsE2fFRU2jY7ID6BK9SxH1D9GC6eazEqIaR4I9axmZD_ESD2ywaIiP75uOlLB0v4O6hYKkaGBNEDP8li-2d1R1ZnBVQupdDHn6X90qiht39WwmX3bXDUDzN8P95gfj9ZDW/s1600/CHUVA.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 268px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590977075591584690" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfiLUG_eWochDsE2fFRU2jY7ID6BK9SxH1D9GC6eazEqIaR4I9axmZD_ESD2ywaIiP75uOlLB0v4O6hYKkaGBNEDP8li-2d1R1ZnBVQupdDHn6X90qiht39WwmX3bXDUDzN8P95gfj9ZDW/s400/CHUVA.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br />água fina</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br />cai<br />e</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" >brilha</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br />parecendo prata</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br />cachoeira </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" >de neve</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" >a céu aberto</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br />água fina</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" >pingo</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" >preciso</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" >chuvisco</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br />água fina</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" >poeira fria</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br />nos cobrindo</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br />de poesia.<br /><br /><br /></span></div>Jhapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12288141544190064992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362682739826987578.post-17538051236593309842011-02-11T15:34:00.000-08:002011-04-26T06:26:11.194-07:00Transporte<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-px-oRADOIga-UrvPNMAdn2RTNlZEH7CSZ4XiFOxs_iUC3yUNYv8fQzyZSzSyUvKQF5R26owQi1NrxPC7TpCdo57DhyphenhyphenEx0m-CQysVvZkvxGbNUIqgmbd9j2NOVLnguxWRkQHdavuMDcDw/s1600/trem.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 338px; display: block; height: 227px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572580013779594162" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-px-oRADOIga-UrvPNMAdn2RTNlZEH7CSZ4XiFOxs_iUC3yUNYv8fQzyZSzSyUvKQF5R26owQi1NrxPC7TpCdo57DhyphenhyphenEx0m-CQysVvZkvxGbNUIqgmbd9j2NOVLnguxWRkQHdavuMDcDw/s400/trem.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Sem passagem</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />passaporte</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />sem norte</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />clã (destino)</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />nordestino</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />é transporte</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">[coletivo]<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"></span> </div><div><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"></span> </div><div><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"></span> </div><div><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"></span> </div><div><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">`</span></div>Jhapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12288141544190064992noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362682739826987578.post-66675842359464096202010-12-06T13:27:00.001-08:002010-12-20T12:45:40.103-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyBng5EggfG3w86sH_DNsn6wHYuYsUTGX-X4ryy7j1hYmgVe5timwR-opruKUIZvZzE7z9QRuSBkhuIMteH7dEZnMSSPu9gjFwt2KSDwuqTLl6pgFwkotywGjudsh6I-SGe-fx5mLZfcvq/s1600/imagesCAKV9OY5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552866796470384818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyBng5EggfG3w86sH_DNsn6wHYuYsUTGX-X4ryy7j1hYmgVe5timwR-opruKUIZvZzE7z9QRuSBkhuIMteH7dEZnMSSPu9gjFwt2KSDwuqTLl6pgFwkotywGjudsh6I-SGe-fx5mLZfcvq/s400/imagesCAKV9OY5.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div><strong>Estrelinha sapeca</strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>O dia quis curiar</strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>Rodou a terra inteirinha</strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>Se cansou, caiu no mar.</strong></div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#ccffff;">**</span></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ccffff;">*</span></strong></div><div></div>Jhapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12288141544190064992noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362682739826987578.post-39152887380391293742010-11-28T08:09:00.000-08:002010-12-20T11:39:30.534-08:00Vuvuzelas<p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOvMe9LT2cVq6-bNukWlsqwx-r07KmXglGmuXXk1WjPoVWEzCLQxwIpEawxy4j42hPdRfbwLoq3inikfzmSaZLPkEhLTJUKjC7uHqpOgtN_1beV2O3aRjmTqeuRCxcGgA0BuueA-S3Nd9-/s1600/vuvuzelas-bacana1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 470px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552850752934328162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOvMe9LT2cVq6-bNukWlsqwx-r07KmXglGmuXXk1WjPoVWEzCLQxwIpEawxy4j42hPdRfbwLoq3inikfzmSaZLPkEhLTJUKjC7uHqpOgtN_1beV2O3aRjmTqeuRCxcGgA0BuueA-S3Nd9-/s400/vuvuzelas-bacana1.jpg" /></a></p><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;">2010, copa do mundo...</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;">Nas telas da globo não passa a fome,</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;">As cameras não captam a pobreza da África.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Luz</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">câmeras</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">fama</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">fome e futebol</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">pulmão cheio</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">barriga vazia</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">barulho ensurdecedor</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">toda África sopra</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">junta</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">e as vuvuzelas gritam:</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">COMIDA!!!</span> </span><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;">Nasce junto com Santo Cínico,</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;">em uma conversa no msn.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">_</span>Jhapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12288141544190064992noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362682739826987578.post-62352412135706432612010-11-28T05:56:00.000-08:002010-11-28T06:04:09.279-08:00Menina do giz<strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Que ternura</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">a menina</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">do giz</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Doçura</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">sina</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">diz </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Seu sonho</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">infantil</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">de lecionar.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;">_</span></strong>Jhapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12288141544190064992noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362682739826987578.post-6789803074288481462010-07-04T16:33:00.000-07:002010-11-28T06:02:17.155-08:00Menina bonita<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">Menina bonita<br />que me ganhou uma rosa<br /><br />Eu te canto<br />te escrevo<br /><br />em um conto<br />verso e prosa.</span><br /></span><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">_</span>Jhapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12288141544190064992noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362682739826987578.post-15114719960028534342010-07-04T16:25:00.000-07:002010-11-28T06:02:55.646-08:00Desejo<span style="color:#3333ff;">Desejo<br />humano<br />não morre<br /><br />dorme<br />profundamente<br />quente<br /><br />maldoso<br />pensamento<br />arde<br /><br />Toda hora<br />é hora<br /><br />Qualquer hora<br />DESPERTA.</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">_</span>Jhapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12288141544190064992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362682739826987578.post-19205198819097123622009-12-09T05:34:00.000-08:002010-11-28T06:03:18.645-08:00Vôo sem asas<span style="color:#3333ff;">Minhas asas me levam<br />leve<br />pelo ar</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">fecho os olhos<br />e me vejo<br />alem<br />das vendas</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">num vôo sem asas<br />com graça<br />sorriso</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">vôo raso<br />rasante<br />contigo</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">vôo que acaba<br />do nada<br />desperta </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">a lembrança<br />do beijo<br />passa<br />e os olhos se abrem! </span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">_</span>Jhapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12288141544190064992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362682739826987578.post-29080026794711568652009-12-08T08:12:00.000-08:002010-11-28T07:29:49.583-08:00segundos<span style="color:#3333ff;">Tua boca<br />baiana<br /><br />e esses teus lábios<br />carnudos<br /><br />me faz pensar<br />por horas<br /><br />o beijo de<br />alguns segundos</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">_</span>Jhapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12288141544190064992noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362682739826987578.post-58565680698461056362009-10-21T07:12:00.000-07:002010-07-04T16:54:06.762-07:00Cicatriz<span style="color:#3333ff;">O amor<br />Em mim<br />É como uma cicatriz<br /><br /><br />Já senti na pele!<br /><br /><br />Hoje é só a marca<br />De algo que já foi<br /><br /><br />Pro<br /></span><span style="color:#ccffff;">;;;;;;<span style="color:#000000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#3333ff;">fundo.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">;;;;;</span>Jhapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12288141544190064992noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362682739826987578.post-1164266975128068512009-10-21T07:08:00.000-07:002010-07-04T16:54:27.512-07:00Folhas<span style="color:#3333ff;">As folhas,<br />secas,<br />perderam o viço<br />o verde<br />a vida<br /><br /><br />perderam-se<br />no vento<br />sem rumo,<br /><br />rumo<br />ao chão<br /><br /><br />mortas<br />adubam<br />a terra<br /><br />corteses<br />abrem portas<br />ao Outono.<br /><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">;;;;;;</span>Jhapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12288141544190064992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362682739826987578.post-85673546292352533672009-10-21T07:05:00.000-07:002010-07-04T16:54:42.765-07:00Meus amores<span style="color:#3333ff;">Meus amores<br />são como as ondas<br /><br /></span><a name="SPELLING_ERROR_0"></a><span style="color:#3333ff;">num mar<br />brando<br />de águas límpidas<br /><br />ondas<br />que vão<br />vem<br /><br />continuamente...<br /><br />que vão<br />vem<br />até morrer na praia.<br /><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">;;;;;;;;;;;;;;</span>Jhapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12288141544190064992noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362682739826987578.post-76810418875330403772009-10-21T07:03:00.000-07:002010-07-04T16:55:00.892-07:00Cabeça de papel<span style="color:#3333ff;">Não sou soldado<br />da cabeça<br />de papel !<br /><br /><br />mas tudo<br />em minha mente<br />é rascunho,<br /><br />pois pode virar poema.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">;;;;;;;;;</span>Jhapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12288141544190064992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362682739826987578.post-34661838581450650182009-10-21T06:57:00.000-07:002010-07-04T16:55:17.979-07:00Fortaleza<span style="color:#3333ff;">meu castelo<br />sem rei<br />ou rainha,<br />de areia<br /><br />intocável<br />inatingível<br />às ondas<br /><br />porto seguro<br />sem farol<br />distante<br />fortaleza<br /><br />longe<br />do ataque<br />incansável<br />das ondas<br /><br />inevitável<br />é a ressaca do mar.<br /></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">;;;;;;;;;;</span>Jhapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12288141544190064992noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362682739826987578.post-75936489737126885022009-10-21T06:55:00.000-07:002010-07-04T16:55:40.071-07:00Quase perfeita<span style="color:#3333ff;">Quase perfeita<br />essa tua mistura<br />de<br />menta<br />e<br />chocolate<br /><br />Quase perfeita<br />É tua<br />Imperfeição<br /><br />Carente<br /><br />Do prazer mais extremo<br />o ápice<br />Sem prevenção.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">;;;;;;;;;;;</span>Jhapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12288141544190064992noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362682739826987578.post-45686451878653042542009-10-21T06:52:00.000-07:002010-07-04T16:55:57.634-07:00Vício<span style="color:#3333ff;">Teu sorriso<br />Doce<br /><br />Sacia-me<br />Com beijos<br />Ardentes<br /><br />Tua boca<br />Quente<br /><br />Afoga meu fogo<br />Freqüente.<br /></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">;;;;;;;;;;;;;;</span>Jhapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12288141544190064992noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362682739826987578.post-53194010341715420282009-10-21T06:48:00.000-07:002010-07-04T16:56:52.286-07:00Sol pra todos<span style="color:#3333ff;">no ocaso<br /></span><span style="color:#ccffff;">;;;</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">ao acaso<br /></span><span style="color:#ccffff;">;;;;;</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">vendo o sol<br />a se por</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">;;;;;</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">quadrado<br />ou redondo</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">da janela</span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">;;;;</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">ao relento </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">;;;;</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">um dia,<br />algum dia</span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">;;;;;;;;;;;;;</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">ó sol<br />nascerá para todos.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">;;;;;;;;;;;</span>Jhapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12288141544190064992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362682739826987578.post-26387734020134686052009-10-21T06:46:00.000-07:002010-07-04T16:57:32.536-07:00Desejo do Mar<strong><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Um dia,</span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">;;;;</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">o<br /><em>mar quis</em><br />banhar toda a terra</span></strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ccffff;">;;;;;</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">mas </span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">;;;</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">nem tudo<br />é permeável.</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">;;;;;;;;</span>Jhapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12288141544190064992noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362682739826987578.post-89553196502262697562009-10-21T06:35:00.000-07:002010-07-04T16:58:05.238-07:00Nostalgia<strong><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Do seu doce<br />beijo<br /></span><span style="color:#ccffff;">.......</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">delirante<br />ainda sinto<br />o penitente<br />sabor amargo</span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">........</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">do pecado.</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">..........</span>Jhapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12288141544190064992noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362682739826987578.post-87726340059896643232009-10-21T06:30:00.000-07:002010-07-04T17:02:16.151-07:00Réu confesso<span style="color:#3333ff;">me acusam</span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">......</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">de desejo</span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">..........</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">excessivo </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">........</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">me culpam</span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">....</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">por romantismo<br />de mais<br /><br /><br />processam-me </span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">.....</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">por poesias</span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">.........</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">de amor<br /><br /><br />não precisa<br /></span><span style="color:#ccffff;">.....</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">julgamento,<br /><br />do delito</span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">....</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">de amar<br />sou réu confesso!<br /></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">;;;;;;;;;</span>Jhapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12288141544190064992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362682739826987578.post-90585448078600356732009-10-21T06:27:00.000-07:002010-07-04T17:01:13.511-07:00Flor à Linda<span style="color:#3333ff;">Num canto,</span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">....</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">escondidos<br />afogamos palavras</span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">......</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">em beijos</span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">...</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">que atiçam a libido</span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">...........</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">o desejo</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Entrego a você</span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">..</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">uma flor</span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">.....</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">e uns versos<br />impuros como eu</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Colhidos</span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">...</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">nesse jardim<br /></span><span style="color:#ccffff;">........</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">que é a vida<br />envolta em suas delícias<br /></span><span style="color:#ccffff;">........</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">agruras e</span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">.......</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">contradições.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">;;;;;;;;</span>Jhapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12288141544190064992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362682739826987578.post-35937015261658565362009-10-21T06:22:00.000-07:002010-07-04T16:59:54.982-07:00Meu medo<p><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Meu medo<br />não dorme<br />não passa<br />nem morre. </span></p><p><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Meu medo<br />constante<br />frequente<br />impuro</span></p><p><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Domina.</span></p><p><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">alastra-se<br />no escuro.<br />Risco meu fósforo<br />último<br />Enfrento-o.</span><br /></p><br /><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">;;;;;;;</span>Jhapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12288141544190064992noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362682739826987578.post-78366549192473107522009-10-21T06:18:00.000-07:002010-07-04T16:59:35.441-07:00Deriva<span style="color:#3333ff;">Naufragando<br />vejo você<br />à beira-mar.<br /><br />Espera-me.<br /><br /><br />Luto<br />contra as águas<br />nada<br />pacíficas.<br /><br /><br />o cais<br />alcançarei<br />a nado<br />nem que caiam<br />canivetes.<br /><br /><br />O mar<br />em ressaca<br />meu grito<br />na onda<br />ecoa.<br /><br /><br />As ondas<br />incansáveis<br />tentam<br />me impedir<br /><br />Afundar minha canoa.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">,,,,,,,,,</span>Jhapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12288141544190064992noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362682739826987578.post-8580259462849374682009-10-20T21:03:00.000-07:002010-07-04T16:59:09.284-07:00Teu gosto<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">saudades<br />do teu corpo<br />teu gosto<br />que gostaria<br />de esquecer<br /><br />mais em minha boca<br />calada e seca<br /><br />ainda há o sabor<br />do amor<br />indigesto<br />entalado<br />em minha garganta.</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">......</span></div>Jhapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12288141544190064992noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362682739826987578.post-52305632708640048032009-10-20T21:00:00.000-07:002009-10-22T09:47:25.058-07:00Distante<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxjoHMlEEUVjnv6laOXfv9xdVE73tgUgDeltcf4O1y52zzYYnOQJ4H-8WN6LAgopi7SP6XkBkcWxa_MWtDM_zmq_1HVuZ4X6BRT52qR31CGkg02Ak5WbxH9vy4l0vjRs3CAC0tS3vzVC81/s1600-h/kk.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395466873344179106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxjoHMlEEUVjnv6laOXfv9xdVE73tgUgDeltcf4O1y52zzYYnOQJ4H-8WN6LAgopi7SP6XkBkcWxa_MWtDM_zmq_1HVuZ4X6BRT52qR31CGkg02Ak5WbxH9vy4l0vjRs3CAC0tS3vzVC81/s400/kk.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sedução</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Igualável</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">No</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Ocaso</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Permanente</span> </strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Em</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Uma</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Estimada</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Volúpia</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Constante</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Com</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Amor</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Sem</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Asas</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Desejo,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Ocioso</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Sentimento!</span><br /></strong><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Para <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Karla Kwon</span>,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">porque só ela me entende.</span></em></div><br /><div align="left"><em><span 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