tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66480117203973148962012-02-16T10:38:55.536-08:00Maria Joãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255973623966424607noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648011720397314896.post-10824684627127348702008-12-11T02:24:00.000-08:002008-12-11T03:06:22.951-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qltvh5l43n0/SUDr8w9v-4I/AAAAAAAAACI/kkItyrQ-X_E/s1600-h/73er0pd.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278478192446798722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qltvh5l43n0/SUDr8w9v-4I/AAAAAAAAACI/kkItyrQ-X_E/s320/73er0pd.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="right"><strong>Desilusão tardia,</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>veio com tamanha força e energia,</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>rasgou meu coração em pedaços,</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>longe foram os abraços,</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>Meu pensamento constante,</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>Meu coração errante,</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>Agonia atroz,</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>Quem ouve minha voz?</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>Triste estou sempre,</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>A febre na minha mente,</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>As entranhas desfalecidas,</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>Paradas sem vidas,</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>Gostaria de morrer,</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>Num olhar desaparecer,</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>Mas é dura a realidade,</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>Fujo pela cidade,</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>Venho até aqui,</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>Neste lugar sem ti.</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong></strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>MJ</strong></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"><img height="159" src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/538/538695iuw0ilbfc8.gif" width="86" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648011720397314896-1082468462712734870?l=extase-secreto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Joãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255973623966424607noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648011720397314896.post-31748895428544438262008-11-07T17:31:00.000-08:002008-11-07T17:39:37.044-08:00<div align="left"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qltvh5l43n0/SRTtOYXK8TI/AAAAAAAAACA/LNdXvAWZFqA/s1600-h/0002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266094695616540978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qltvh5l43n0/SRTtOYXK8TI/AAAAAAAAACA/LNdXvAWZFqA/s320/0002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong>" Triste "</strong><br /><br /><strong>Eu hoje acordei triste, </strong><br /><br /><strong>- há certos dias</strong><br /><br /><strong>em que sinto esta mesma sensação...</strong><br /><br /><strong>E não sei explicar, </strong><br /><br /><strong>qual a razão</strong><br /><br /><strong>porque </strong><br /><br /><strong>as mãos com que escrevo </strong><br /><br /><strong>estão tão frias ...</strong><br /><br /><strong>E pergunto a mim mesmo: </strong><br /><br /><strong>- tu não rias</strong><br /><br /><strong>ainda ontem tão feliz ...</strong><br /><br /><strong>diz-me então</strong><br /><br /><strong>por que sentes </strong><br /><br /><strong>pulsar teu coração</strong><br /><br /><strong>destoando das humanas alegrias ? ...</strong><br /><br /><strong>E, nem eu sei dizer</strong><br /><br /><strong>por que estou triste ...</strong><br /><br /><strong>Quem me olha </strong><br /><br /><strong>não calcula com certeza,</strong><br /><br /><strong>o imenso caos </strong><br /><br /><strong>que no meu peito existe ...</strong><br /><br /><strong>A tristeza que eu sinto ninguém vê...</strong><br /><br /><strong>- E a maior das tristezas </strong><br /><br /><strong>é a tristeza</strong><br /><br /><strong>que a gente sente sem saber por quê !..</strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><em>.( Poema de JG de Araujo Jorge extraído do livro</em><br /><br /><em>"Os Mais Belos Poemas Que O Amor Inspirou"Vol. I - 1a edição 1990</em><br /><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><div align="center"><em><a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"><img height="159" src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/538/538695iuw0ilbfc8.gif" width="86" border="0" /></a></em></div><em></em><br /><em></em><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648011720397314896-3174889542854443826?l=extase-secreto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Joãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255973623966424607noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648011720397314896.post-45739795537462586102008-10-24T03:12:00.000-07:002008-10-24T03:15:40.031-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qltvh5l43n0/SQGf4FG3rHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZffzYsewvl0/s1600-h/253889thc3qnropw.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260661625537932402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qltvh5l43n0/SQGf4FG3rHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZffzYsewvl0/s320/253889thc3qnropw.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong>†ODEIO O AMOR†</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>eu odeio o amor</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>odeio chorar por quem não me ama</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>odeio ter que comprar flores</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>e chocolates.</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>odeio ir no cinema ver filme melosos de amor</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>odeio sentir falta de alguém</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>odeio sentir ciumes</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>odeio não poder olhar nos teus olhos</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>odeio não deixar de sorrir ao te ver</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>odeio ver ser olhos vermelhos por minha causa</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>odeio não ter você do meu lado</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>simplesmente odeio o amor</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>pelo simples fato de não poder deixar de amar</strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Autor desconhecido</span></em></div><br /><a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"><img height="159" src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/538/538695iuw0ilbfc8.gif" width="86" border="0" /></a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648011720397314896-4573979553746258610?l=extase-secreto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Joãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255973623966424607noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648011720397314896.post-22559453476553456502008-10-11T15:55:00.000-07:002008-10-11T16:01:03.601-07:00<p><strong>Anjo negro...</strong></p><p><strong>Meu consolo...</strong></p><p><strong>Vem mudar o meu sono...</strong></p><p><strong>Medo do escuro...medo do vento...ouves o lamento?</strong></p><p><strong>Sofro por dentro, por fora escondo...</strong></p><p><strong>Vem mudar o meu sono...</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong>MJ<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256033826958996722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qltvh5l43n0/SPEu6v9T9PI/AAAAAAAAABw/nIfmhB_HOtc/s320/100028pvx8ak5pi7.jpg" border="0" /></strong></p><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"><img height="159" src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/538/538695iuw0ilbfc8.gif" width="86" border="0" /></a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648011720397314896-2255945347655345650?l=extase-secreto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Joãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255973623966424607noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648011720397314896.post-42646366672595716752008-09-23T10:16:00.000-07:002008-10-08T00:06:07.492-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qltvh5l43n0/SOuZoq6jHFI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UQhqjij7RkY/s1600-h/1187682dxeg9bd8qs.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254462314251492434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qltvh5l43n0/SOuZoq6jHFI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UQhqjij7RkY/s320/1187682dxeg9bd8qs.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Loucura, </strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Amargura,</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Momentos frios,</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Constantes vazios.</strong></span></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong>MJ</strong></div><br /><a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"><img height="159" src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/538/538695iuw0ilbfc8.gif" width="86" border="0" /></a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648011720397314896-4264636667259571675?l=extase-secreto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Joãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255973623966424607noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648011720397314896.post-49906508050173074422008-09-12T23:41:00.000-07:002008-10-08T00:06:35.513-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qltvh5l43n0/SOxbO8J3i9I/AAAAAAAAABI/QhhRAgBMILg/s1600-h/301184227.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254675177458338770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qltvh5l43n0/SOxbO8J3i9I/AAAAAAAAABI/QhhRAgBMILg/s320/301184227.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="right"><strong><br /></strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>O medo </strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>bloqueou minha estrada</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>limitou meu espaço,</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>acorrentou minha alma,</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>travou meu passo.</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>O medo cercou minha trilha</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>enforcou-me num laço</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>calou minhas palavras, </strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>me tornou sua escrava.</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>O medo matou dentro de mim</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>uma semente chamada liberdade</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>aquela que brota com o vento</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>e semeia a felicidade.</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>O medo confinou meu ser,</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>nas entranhas do destino,</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>num emaranhado como de um arame farpado,</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>arruinado e desprovido.</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>O medo me condenou,</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>me batizou</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>com minhas lágrimas,</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>selou minha boca</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>cegou minha verdade, </strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>esfacelou meu sonho</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>e amordaçou minha vaidade.</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>O medo amputou minha força</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>Esquartejou minha coragem</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>Esfaqueou meu peito...</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>Tornou-me uma covarde.</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>O medo escureceu meu brilho</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>Apagou minhas estrelas</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>Secou meu riacho</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>Murchou minha flor</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>Tornou-me seu capacho.</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>O medo quebrou o cristal polido,</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>estilhaçou em mil pedaços minha face</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>de vidro, </strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>não sou mais eu , </strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>agora</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>sou apenas...</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong></strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>cacos perdidos.</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong></strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong>MJ</strong></div><br /><a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"><img height="159" src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/538/538695iuw0ilbfc8.gif" width="86" border="0" /></a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648011720397314896-4990650805017307442?l=extase-secreto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Joãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255973623966424607noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648011720397314896.post-61695164972111503992008-07-10T08:49:00.000-07:002008-10-07T10:15:45.363-07:00<div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Quem me vê?</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Ninguém me escuta, </strong></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Esta vida curta,</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Desespero por ti,</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Vem.</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Sente-me.</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Hoje e Sempre.</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>A dor lacinante,</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Do coração errante.</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Noite escura,</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Lágrima rola.</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Sinto-me nua.</strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"></div></div><div align="center"><strong><em>MJ</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"><img height="159" src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/538/538695iuw0ilbfc8.gif" width="86" border="0" /></a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648011720397314896-6169516497211150399?l=extase-secreto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Joãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15255973623966424607noreply@blogger.com2