tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91017939111019020782011-09-05T09:59:59.244-07:00Laura Bezerrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00796212929146888915noreply@blogger.comBlogger211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101793911101902078.post-22879498357882358512010-12-07T14:47:00.000-08:002010-12-07T15:01:34.246-08:00E as palavras saem, soam,<br />se arrumam como ondas vindas da alma.<br /><br />Corro para qualquer papel e lápis!<br /><br />E o sabor...<br />Como se minha alma realmente falasse comigo,<br />naquele instante,<br />num grito,<br />rápida e profunda.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9101793911101902078-2287949835788235851?l=gmeadeovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laura Bezerrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00796212929146888915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101793911101902078.post-28044969190973132682010-12-07T14:29:00.000-08:002010-12-07T14:42:01.011-08:00Te amo!<br />e nem sei, nem admito<br />nem previsto, nem insisto<br />só sei.<br /><br />Te amo!<br />e o tempo passou, o vento rolou<br />a chuva lascou, amores licores<br />passou.<br /><br />Te amo!<br />e sem deixar, sem imaginar<br />sem realizar, sem falar<br />e sabe, deixa pra lá.<br /><br />Te amo!<br />só sei, passou e sabe deixa pra lá.<br />simples.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9101793911101902078-2804496919097313268?l=gmeadeovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laura Bezerrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00796212929146888915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101793911101902078.post-4871776697712845872010-10-22T09:20:00.000-07:002010-10-22T09:46:55.837-07:00Não quero mais escrever!<br />Palavras não dizem nada, ou sem querer podem dizer<br />Existem sentimentos que não conseguimos descrever<br />Nem aceitar, nem suportar e tão menos compreender.<br />Não posso mais escrever!<br />Palavras não existem sem a vida, sem o viver<br />Sempre se quer tudo quando não se tem nada a oferecer<br />Com suas mãos, aquele indescritível, me fez entender.<br />Não preciso mais escrever!<br />Do destino desconhecido, o necessário para saber<br />Nas linhas dessa mesma que uso para escrever<br />Dessa mesma, que um dia você pode ter<br />O futuro posso ver, sempre poderei ler!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9101793911101902078-487177669771284587?l=gmeadeovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laura Bezerrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00796212929146888915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101793911101902078.post-46155485407822936482010-10-22T09:09:00.000-07:002010-10-22T09:18:24.053-07:00<object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5ca83828f8f57d44" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" 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grana.<br />Poesia da felicidade:<br />Sexo, grana, fé e amor.<br />Oferta da casa:<br />Um pedacinho do céu.<br />Então...<br />Quer mais um copo?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9101793911101902078-6661130060585257309?l=gmeadeovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laura Bezerrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00796212929146888915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101793911101902078.post-17953211214887569472010-01-20T11:52:00.000-08:002010-01-20T11:53:00.996-08:00Indecências maltratantes<br />Me diz que gosta...<br />Você sabe quem és?<br />Interessante como clichê<br />Crescer é um dom fácil<br />E saber que de nada sinto<br />Nem a imaginação...<br />Nada serviu consumado<br />E foi tudo ilusão?<br />Pero que si pero que não.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9101793911101902078-1795321121488756947?l=gmeadeovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laura Bezerrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00796212929146888915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101793911101902078.post-24208892906253424662009-10-12T15:33:00.000-07:002009-10-12T15:44:54.195-07:00Borrando a boca gelada<br />Cigarros expiram prazer<br />Na casa da rua vermelha<br />Gritos ecoam a noite<br />Saltos guiam pensamentos<br />Cruzando as pernas da esquina<br />Na pele molhada de asfalto<br />Olhares penetrantes<br />Toque-me se for capaz<br />Agonizante coração frio<br />sangue quente em vão<br />E a lua transborda teor<br />Anestesiante paz.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9101793911101902078-2420889290625342466?l=gmeadeovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laura Bezerrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00796212929146888915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101793911101902078.post-57382404229610108192009-07-20T18:31:00.000-07:002009-11-26T17:07:39.968-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Mamãe posso brincar?</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Anciosamente corro e fecho os olhos.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Você vem sempre aqui?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Desesperadamente entro nesse jogo.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Queres ir para onde eu for?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Loucamente me entrego em desvaneio.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Quer brincar comigo?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Ingênuamente brinco com meu coração.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Você está ganhando?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Maliciosamente preciso brincar assim.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Podemos brincar sempre?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Infeliz mente caiu nessa ilusão boba.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Porque você brinca com os olhos fechados?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Fatal mentem pois apenas só querem brincar.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Garota já pra dentro!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Mamãe nem mais dez minutos?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Friamente corro e abro meus olhos.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Garota já pra dentro!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Parece que é cega...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9101793911101902078-5738240422961010819?l=gmeadeovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laura Bezerrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00796212929146888915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101793911101902078.post-89877616593066795132009-07-20T18:29:00.000-07:002009-07-20T18:31:42.719-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GkHFeAK5Ahk/SmUaeA5fkNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/vjfEuABSZOU/s1600-h/brincadeira.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GkHFeAK5Ahk/SmUaeA5fkNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/vjfEuABSZOU/s320/brincadeira.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360720034393985234" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9101793911101902078-8987761659306679513?l=gmeadeovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laura Bezerrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00796212929146888915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101793911101902078.post-24881214200528259522009-07-20T18:25:00.000-07:002009-07-20T18:27:02.700-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Não tem explicação mais.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Lágrimas são águas </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">De um rio sem nascente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Que quando seca, nem a chuva</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Me faz querer isso mais.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">(04/09)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9101793911101902078-2488121420052825952?l=gmeadeovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laura Bezerrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00796212929146888915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101793911101902078.post-64117242801700351412009-07-20T18:05:00.000-07:002009-07-20T18:25:07.607-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Te dou um suspiro de adeus</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Que na carne amarga arde</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Ao soar tanta dor nessa cara</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Que pena me deu de sentir nada.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Devolvo o impuro sabor</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Com um amor cuspido no chão</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Não por mim nem pelo querer nasceu</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Ignorância tola de um coração amado.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">E no momento vão além as lembranças</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Esquartejado o peito que já foi vida</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Esquecida de tanto vazio em vão</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">E vai? Sem pretenção nenhuma de ir?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">(01/09)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9101793911101902078-6411724280170035141?l=gmeadeovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laura Bezerrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00796212929146888915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101793911101902078.post-32924807534962945732009-07-20T17:57:00.000-07:002010-01-21T11:19:31.748-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">A vida é um corpo</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Num sistema funcional</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Pura maquinaria...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">E nas veias um trânsito</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Da hemacia mundial</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Um oxigênio monetário</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Necessário e fatal</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Políticos vírus</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Mas ter doença é normal</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Ao orgão público </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Para a sua pobreza vital</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Organismo podre!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Para um mundo perfeito.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">E as células</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Vão sobrevivendo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Se multiplicando</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Cada vez mais e mais.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">(04/08)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9101793911101902078-3292480753496294573?l=gmeadeovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laura Bezerrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00796212929146888915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101793911101902078.post-51370162099679838492009-07-20T17:25:00.000-07:002009-07-21T09:38:45.737-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Talvez eu me enfiei sem querer nessa rotina</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Felicidade cretina desse meu ego</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Só nego a verdade do mundo que eu me cansei</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Porque só eu sei o que quero e para onde irei</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Fui nessa! calcei uma calça fulera e decotada</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Completa apaixonada por uma paixão que eu mesma criei</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Pego um careta numa trans-missão forçada de alguém</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">E sabe que nem sofro com isso...isso é um fato</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Assim eu mato aquela vontade antes de senti-la novamente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Não! E não há maldade se eu não me sentir culpada</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Mas sim sou culpada por ser...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Bela despertada por um beijo seco roubado</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Consciente nado contra a correnteza que me leva</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">É...com certeza!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Mas que aguinha maldita que sabe me enganar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Se trabalhar eleva o espírito do bolso e da moral</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Me monto toda sensual, saio na rua e arrumo cem pau!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Que cara de pau...dúvida?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Mas e as dívidas será o transtorno principal</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Me diz você afinal: qual a maneira ideal de se viver?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Acordar para logo morrer nessa rotina de fachada</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Que nada! Feliz de quem vê sua própria satisfação</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Na minha atitude então...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Acabei por me tornar uma flor particular</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Dentro de um grande jardim singular ter coragem</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Por somente ser na verdade quem realmente sou</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Quem realmente quero ser...eu?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Dentro disso que talvez nem seja rotina</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Imagina? E tudo vira uma grande ilusão...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Dentro dessa vida sobrevivida até a mágica vira rotina.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9101793911101902078-5137016209967983849?l=gmeadeovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laura Bezerrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00796212929146888915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101793911101902078.post-75069778827217624502009-07-20T17:11:00.000-07:002009-07-21T09:40:17.204-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Proucuro um anjo sem asas</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Viagem alucinada de mim</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Pintei seu rosto, criei seu jeito</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Seu olhar...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">E tenho pressa, vontade</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">De te encontrar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Mas um dia eu esqueço</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">No outro volto logo a pensar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Anjo estúpido!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Que sei que nenhum lugar está</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Necessária bobagem</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Viagem? Talvez...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Mas sei que em um instante</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Quando me ponho a voar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Em qualquer lugar, um minuto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Lá ele estará...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Te vejo com todo o meu sangue</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Te digo nada, palavras secas não soam</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Somente em meu pensamento</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Todo o mundo à te falar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Dentro de mim um lindo anjo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Que sei sempre</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Que quero sempre</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Encontrar...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">(11/06)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9101793911101902078-7506977882721762450?l=gmeadeovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laura Bezerrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00796212929146888915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101793911101902078.post-12270587804653911722009-07-20T17:02:00.000-07:002009-07-20T17:10:31.913-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Imenso desejo </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Que penetra</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Por todos os poros</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Por todo o corpo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Percorre caminhos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Mais profundos, desconhecidos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">De um grande desejo </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">De querer sentir</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Novamente aquele gosto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Ah! Seu beijo...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Forte sensação</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Mera atração</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Daqueles mínimos </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Minutos eternos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Daqueles momentos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Meu corpo exclama</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Apenas...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Por aquele desejo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Ah! Seu beijo.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">(08/05)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9101793911101902078-1227058780465391172?l=gmeadeovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laura Bezerrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00796212929146888915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101793911101902078.post-16214965359628270702009-07-20T16:53:00.000-07:002009-07-20T16:58:29.634-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Pow! Explodiu meu coração</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Lotou de emoção, paixão </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Transbordante sensação</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">De um prédio voar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">No escuro enxergar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Um olhar transmitir</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Na dormência sentir</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Teu corpo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Tua alma suar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Sem querer </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">A mente excitar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Em apenas sonhar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Ah! Amar...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Mil vezes amar.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">(06/05)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9101793911101902078-1621496535962827070?l=gmeadeovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laura Bezerrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00796212929146888915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101793911101902078.post-54489173265111993012009-07-20T16:51:00.000-07:002009-07-20T16:53:39.595-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Estou na seção</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">De achados e perdidos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Dessa bagunça esquecida</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Somente na esperança</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">De um dia...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Encontrar, reencontrar, ser encontrada.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">(01/05)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9101793911101902078-5448917326511199301?l=gmeadeovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laura Bezerrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00796212929146888915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101793911101902078.post-69811644391037677932009-07-20T16:34:00.000-07:002009-07-20T16:46:14.228-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Na inspiração do vento</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Batendo sobre meus cabelos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Deparei-me indiscretamente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Em um pensamento seu</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Naquele instante...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Vi que nada mais fluia</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Nem em mim</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Nem em minha alma</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Ao passar do vento</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Tudo com ele ia</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Somente sua essência ficava</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Seu gosto, seu toque...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">E as suas mãos frias</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Em meus cabelos voava</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Fazendo-me flutuar</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Numa paixão repentina</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Como um vento</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Rápido e inofensivo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Revirando ao ar tudo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">A sua frente...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">E a me revirar</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9101793911101902078-6981164439103767793?l=gmeadeovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laura Bezerrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00796212929146888915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101793911101902078.post-40667625919748464412009-07-20T16:32:00.000-07:002009-07-20T16:34:50.055-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GkHFeAK5Ahk/SmT_DDU3hgI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fhFeVt7psWs/s1600-h/1981-WakakiDouke-43103.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GkHFeAK5Ahk/SmT_DDU3hgI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fhFeVt7psWs/s320/1981-WakakiDouke-43103.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360689884375254530" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9101793911101902078-4066762591974846441?l=gmeadeovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laura Bezerrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00796212929146888915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101793911101902078.post-24056035933428451722009-07-20T16:26:00.000-07:002009-07-20T16:30:14.266-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Meu coração está em greve</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Minha alma está de luto</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Meu corpo está ausente</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Depressão, febre, angústia.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Minha aura está preta</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Meus sentimentos esquecidos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Meus sonhos perdidos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Amargura infinita, sem sentido</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Sem nada, sem ninguém.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Nada tem importância</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Ninguém é tão necessário</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">A vida não tem porquê</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Só há um caminho escuro</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">deserto...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Sem nenhuma esperança se quer.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9101793911101902078-2405603593342845172?l=gmeadeovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laura Bezerrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00796212929146888915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101793911101902078.post-22613698458783286882009-07-20T16:12:00.000-07:002009-07-20T16:16:07.264-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">As flores </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Que diferença tem?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Todas são belas </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Umas mais exuberantes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Outras tão simples...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Que diferença tem?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">E eu, umas dessas flores</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Tão flor como as outras</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Não tenho o sol nem amor.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Mas que diferença tem?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Continuo sendo uma flor</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Uma simples flor</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Num imenso jardim.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">(07/01)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9101793911101902078-2261369845878328688?l=gmeadeovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Laura Bezerrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00796212929146888915noreply@blogger.com0