tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85003639220381283112024-02-18T18:12:53.914-08:00...Eu caçadora de mim...Barbara Nicolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438811314069848031noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500363922038128311.post-23795666389727474252010-04-30T09:23:00.000-07:002010-04-30T09:23:20.846-07:00<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lc5ALn3oAX4">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lc5ALn3oAX4</a>Barbara Nicolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438811314069848031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500363922038128311.post-63850404324401406212010-04-28T11:05:00.000-07:002010-04-28T11:05:35.696-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0rp0-RM9JVkkLGSB7d6noSQK-axxjI9GbyR5Yy3RtcbLwVOj8BnhnjoJN6kgwarMHy8BfUhtBUdEzNYMi9ThTkaf-2Uw4vvF_MsKdylIUV2zZqFpNu_n-ZqdLlP3iWjPZ6i-aWXiM-bc/s1600/chorando.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0rp0-RM9JVkkLGSB7d6noSQK-axxjI9GbyR5Yy3RtcbLwVOj8BnhnjoJN6kgwarMHy8BfUhtBUdEzNYMi9ThTkaf-2Uw4vvF_MsKdylIUV2zZqFpNu_n-ZqdLlP3iWjPZ6i-aWXiM-bc/s400/chorando.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em>Eu faço verso como quem chora... de desalento, de desencanto...</em></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em>Fecha o meu livro, se por agora nao tens motivo nenhum de pranto...</em></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em>Meu verso é sangue, Volúpia ardente, tristeza esparça, remorso vão...</em></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em>Doí-me nas veias. Amargo e quente...</em></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em>Cai gota a gota do coração...</em></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em>E nesses versos de angustia rouca, assim nos labios a vida corre</em></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em>deixando um acre sabor na boca....</em></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: black;">EU FAÇO VERSOS COMO QUEM MORRE!!</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: right;"><em><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">(Manuel Bandeira)</span></em></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div align="right" style="text-align: right;"><em><span style="color: #9fc5e8;"><span style="color: red;">obs:</span> </span><span style="color: #444444;">as palavras pronunciadas são apenas uma forma de transmitir o que estamos sentindo...</span></em></div>Barbara Nicolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438811314069848031noreply@blogger.com4