tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890325220974628652024-03-12T22:54:17.145-03:00VIVA AGORAOlá! Seja muito bem-vindo!
Amo escrever, mas confesso que as fotos, 99% delas feitas por mim, de forma amadora, são a alma deste blog. Se quiser dar uma volta por aí, acredito que não vai se arrepender.Luisana Gontijo (Lu)http://www.blogger.com/profile/12808713410127457188noreply@blogger.comBlogger356125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-889032522097462865.post-36596548917693999152021-03-19T12:23:00.002-03:002021-03-19T12:27:28.605-03:00<p> </p><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #274e13;">354) Pra sobreviver...</span></h2><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuenO6s6H4hD_9K3LRkm3RSRhJUYPpjEguoC9DLRs6v7nGRlZhAjVBNa9GyQ8u3hPqQpapn58x9u62EfcjeJWATVlkU-8ipO_u4fXa2AQxEcotAMmLqbpvCi8mweXZIbc0uskcVgoXoBx0/s2048/DSCN5777.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="390" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuenO6s6H4hD_9K3LRkm3RSRhJUYPpjEguoC9DLRs6v7nGRlZhAjVBNa9GyQ8u3hPqQpapn58x9u62EfcjeJWATVlkU-8ipO_u4fXa2AQxEcotAMmLqbpvCi8mweXZIbc0uskcVgoXoBx0/w538-h390/DSCN5777.JPG" width="538" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #274e13;">“</span><span style="color: #274e13; line-height: 115%;">Pra
sobreviver,</span></span></p><p>
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: medium;">não ando
matando animal algum<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: medium;">no dia a
dia.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: medium;">Nem leão<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: medium;">ou outro
qualquer.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: medium;">Virei mesmo
foi artista.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #274e13;">Uma exímia
malabarista”.</span><span style="color: #38761d;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #274e13;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">(Texto e imagem: Luisana Gontijo)</span></span></p><br /><p></p>Luisana Gontijo (Lu)http://www.blogger.com/profile/12808713410127457188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-889032522097462865.post-41071211104154308582014-04-24T19:11:00.001-03:002014-04-24T19:12:07.545-03:00353) Pulsante<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto Luisana Gontijo<br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">Semeava umas coisinhas miúdas<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">que traduziam suas formas,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">suas rimas, suas cores, seus jeitos...<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">Mesmo pequeninas,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">tinha esperança de que fossem vistas,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">porque eram de uma pequenez <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">recheada de amor,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">que teimava em espalhar,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">da sua forma vagarosa,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">nas suas minúcias despercebidas,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">às vezes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">Alguém haveria de enxergá-las,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">de apreciá-las até,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">de querer cuidá-las, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">quem sabe?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">Mais que acreditar,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">tratava-se de sentir<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">que é possível o encontro<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">das coisas simples,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">das crenças guardadas<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">onde o olhar brilha,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">onde as borboletas pousam no estômago,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">onde a vida arde com paixão.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br />Luisana Gontijo (Lu)http://www.blogger.com/profile/12808713410127457188noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-889032522097462865.post-58128716893908207092013-10-20T11:52:00.001-02:002013-10-20T12:11:44.429-02:00352) O que é meu<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fachada de casa de 1907, na Rua Aimorés, em Belo Horizonte - Foto Lugoca<br />
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<span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">O bicho era
meu.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Não havia
quem pudesse com ele.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">E não era
daqueles que pegava<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Ou que comia<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Daqueles que
lhe dava a opção <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">De correr <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Ou de ficar.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">O bicho
estraçalhava.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Secava com
um olhar<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">De quem desvenda
almas,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">De quem
fulmina flores,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">E desconhece
cores.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Ignorava
vento na pele,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Toque nos
pelos,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Umidade nos
lábios<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Desejo,
vontade, gana.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Invadia, me
invadia.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">E corria
cada canto meu,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Como se dono
fosse.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<br />Luisana Gontijo (Lu)http://www.blogger.com/profile/12808713410127457188noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-889032522097462865.post-73749653943654574292012-09-23T19:47:00.003-03:002013-10-20T12:15:45.876-02:00351) Recomeçar<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Montanhas de Lavras Novas, distrito de Ouro Preto (MG) - Foto Lugoca</td></tr>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Queria ter tocado aquelas cores,<br />o azul lá do alto,<br />o verde do lado,<br />o vermelho, macio, doce,<br />E ter escrito aqueles versos<br />que me pareciam ter saído de mim,<br />de um lugar que esqueci,<br />adormecido,<br />que abandonei à própria sorte<br />e ninguém observou,<br />ninguém sentiu,<br />ninguém tocou.<br />Queria ter sentido antes tudo isso,<br />mas nada disso existia.<br />Há um segundo,<br />outros sentimentos me ocupavam,<br />outras emoções me arrepiavam,<br />outras vontades me tomavam.<br />Queria recomeçar,<br />como a chuva,<br />o sol,<br />a lua,<br />o dia,<br />a noite...<br />E tudo o mais que,<br />ainda que não voe<br />e pouse em segurança,<br />sonhe infinitamente.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span></span>Luisana Gontijo (Lu)http://www.blogger.com/profile/12808713410127457188noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-889032522097462865.post-23952020793330680612012-03-26T11:07:00.000-03:002013-10-20T12:22:00.765-02:00350) Paz<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">No Topo do Mundo, em Brumadinho, Região Metropolitana de BH - Foto Lugoca</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b style="color: #76a5af;"> </b><span style="color: white; font-size: xx-small; font-weight: normal;">ugoca</span><b><span style="color: #6aa84f;"><br /></span></b></span></h2>
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<b style="color: #76a5af;"><span style="font-size: large;">Viva por inteiro.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Não ponha só pedaços seus </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">em nada que faça.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Não se arrependa</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">de ter sido intenso,</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">verdadeiro.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Entre em tudo</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">como se fosse eterno.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Persista no que acredita.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">As coisas boas são lapidadas,</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">são feitas de cuidado,</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">com o tempo,</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">com carinho.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">A vida requer persistência.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">O amor requer persistência.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Uma persistência leve,</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">que é parte de viver.</span></b><br />
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Luisana Gontijo (Lu)http://www.blogger.com/profile/12808713410127457188noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-889032522097462865.post-35498199659615694222012-03-06T00:24:00.004-03:002013-10-20T12:26:03.840-02:00349) Dentro de mim<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Arraial do Cabo, litoral do Rio, no carnaval deste ano - Foto Lugoca</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #76a5af;">'Carpe diem',</span><br style="color: #76a5af;" /><span style="color: #76a5af;">que este minuto já se vai</span><br style="color: #76a5af;" /><span style="color: #76a5af;">e nem sei se aprendi</span><br style="color: #76a5af;" /><span style="color: #76a5af;">o que me fará mais feliz.</span><br style="color: #76a5af;" /><br style="color: #76a5af;" /><span style="color: #76a5af;">Que meus olhos me permitam</span><br style="color: #76a5af;" /><span style="color: #76a5af;">ver com mais doçura,</span><br style="color: #76a5af;" /><span style="color: #76a5af;">sempre,</span><br style="color: #76a5af;" /><span style="color: #76a5af;">o que guarda cada olhar...</span><br style="color: #76a5af;" /><br style="color: #76a5af;" /><span style="color: #76a5af;">E que este furacão</span><br style="color: #76a5af;" /><span style="color: #76a5af;">aqui dentro </span><br style="color: #76a5af;" /><span style="color: #76a5af;">só me mova</span><br style="color: #76a5af;" /><span style="color: #76a5af;">a caminho do bem.</span></b></span><br />
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<br />Luisana Gontijo (Lu)http://www.blogger.com/profile/12808713410127457188noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-889032522097462865.post-90511769965425399022012-01-16T10:46:00.003-02:002013-10-20T12:18:08.071-02:00348) Mil<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A caminho de Casa Branca, distrito de Brumadinho (MG) - Foto Lugoca</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Festa de São João no Pelourinho, em Salvador (BA) - Foto Lugoca</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #45818e;">Vontade de ser feliz</span><br style="color: #45818e;" /><span style="color: #45818e;">é como brisa,</span><br style="color: #45818e;" /><span style="color: #45818e;">espalhada por aí,</span><br style="color: #45818e;" /><span style="color: #45818e;">multiplicada no vento...</span><br style="color: #45818e;" /><span style="color: #45818e;">Em dimensões desconhecidas,</span><br style="color: #45818e;" /><span style="color: #45818e;">sem eira nem beira...</span><br style="color: #45818e;" /><span style="color: #45818e;">Invade,</span><br style="color: #45818e;" /><span style="color: #45818e;">se apossa,</span><br style="color: #45818e;" /><span style="color: #45818e;">toma gosto,</span><br style="color: #45818e;" /><span style="color: #45818e;">vai ficando,</span><br style="color: #45818e;" /><span style="color: #45818e;">se moldando a você,</span><br style="color: #45818e;" /><span style="color: #45818e;">ao seu jeito,</span><br style="color: #45818e;" /><span style="color: #45818e;">suas coisas,</span><br style="color: #45818e;" /><span style="color: #45818e;">formas,</span><br style="color: #45818e;" /><span style="color: #45818e;">cores,</span><br style="color: #45818e;" /><span style="color: #45818e;">escolhas.</span><br style="color: #45818e;" /><span style="color: #45818e;"> </span><br style="color: #45818e;" /><span style="color: #45818e;">Vontade de ser feliz</span><br style="color: #45818e;" /><span style="color: #45818e;">é como luz,</span><br style="color: #45818e;" /><span style="color: #45818e;">iluminando tudo:</span><br style="color: #45818e;" /><span style="color: #45818e;">olhos,</span><br style="color: #45818e;" /><span style="color: #45818e;">risos </span><br style="color: #45818e;" /><span style="color: #45818e;">e caminhos.</span><br style="color: #45818e;" /><span style="color: #45818e;"> </span></b></span><br />
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<b><span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">Existem, sim,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">olhares sinceros,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">intenções verdadeiras, </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">esperança no amor,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">calmaria no abraço,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">aconchego na amizade,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">luz no fim do túnel</span><span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">...</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">Nunca é demais acreditar.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">Se está vivo, </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">é passível de espalhar doçura</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">e distribuir mais calor</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">que dor.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">Eu creio!</span></b><br />
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<span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;"><b>P.S.: Um lindo 2012 a todos vocês que visitam este blog com carinho!</b></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Em Gramado, na Serra Gaúcha (RS) - Foto Lugoca<span style="color: white;">Foto Lugoca</span></td></tr>
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<span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"><b>Eu sempre quis</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"><b>uma verdade leve,</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"><b>que rasgasse</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"><b>estradas e mapas</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"><b>e desfizesse dúvidas,</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"><b>pra não deixar resquícios</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"><b>do que não fosse bom.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"><b>Algo que parecesse flores</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"><b>ou as cores todas de que gosto,</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"><b>pra distribuir ao mundo</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"><b>e conquistá-lo por inteiro.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"><b>Sem máscaras.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"><b>Conquista possível,</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"><b>em que as minhas marcas,</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"><b>de riso e dor,</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"><b>abrissem caminho,</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"><b>feito digital,</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"><b>feito verdade leve.</b></span><br />
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Luisana Gontijo (Lu)http://www.blogger.com/profile/12808713410127457188noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-889032522097462865.post-63613857165612751622011-08-12T11:22:00.001-03:002013-10-20T12:26:13.616-02:00344) Por um triz<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<b><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;">O bem que eu quero,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;">se não enxergas,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;">não é invisível.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;">Tem a cor destas íris,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;">transparência de brisa,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;">coração a reboque,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;">acionado no toque</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;">sútil das respirações,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;">no desejo desenfreado</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;">de ser feliz.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;">Que seja por um triz.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">meu amor</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">do ar,</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">do seu olhar,</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">do que vingar</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">entre as sementes</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">que caíram,</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">resistiram</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">e semearão</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">rasgando a terra</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">com vontade,</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">pelo tempo exato</span></b></div>
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Luisana Gontijo (Lu)http://www.blogger.com/profile/12808713410127457188noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-889032522097462865.post-16299814094545154872011-05-27T12:12:00.001-03:002013-10-20T12:33:40.776-02:00342) Sempre<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> A lua, linda, sobre a Orla Bardô, em Búzios (RJ) - Foto Lugoca<span style="color: white;">Foto </span></td></tr>
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<strong style="color: #76a5af;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ao caminhar por essas trilhas,</span></strong><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>abandonei o</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>medo de acreditar</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>que há plenitude aqui dentro,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>que diferenças se encaixam,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>que desafio se enfrenta,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>que não há mal maior que enganar a si mesmo</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>e alegria não se dosa.</strong></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> Por do Sol no Topo do Mundo, em Brumadinho, Região Metropolitana de BH - Foto Lugoca<span style="color: white;">ca</span></td></tr>
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<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>Aquece o ninho</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>com seu riso</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>e faz do meu abraço dia a dia,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>do meu beijo companhia</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>– nas horas doces ou vazias.</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>Vem ser meu par,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>meu ar</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>– n'algum momento</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>em que se perca em mim –</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>meu mar</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>de brincadeiras,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>de delícias,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>verdades inteiras,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>longas caminhadas</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>pela estrada afora</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>– pra dentro de nós.</strong></span><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"></span></strong>Luisana Gontijo (Lu)http://www.blogger.com/profile/12808713410127457188noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-889032522097462865.post-51558100357548913142011-04-15T00:02:00.004-03:002011-04-15T00:16:41.250-03:00340) Divagações <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">O alvo era a Lua, na tarde de hoje, sobre o 'Viaduto de Santa Tereza', em Belo Horizonte<br />
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<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>Lábios doces,</strong></span> <br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>vorazes,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>afoitos,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>desvendam mistérios</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>da pele,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>que anseia por eles,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>se unta em seu néctar,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>relaxa poros</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>no toque faminto.</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>Mergulham,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>macios,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>molhados,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>entre seios,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>já enlouquecidos,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>e umidecem</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>tudo o mais</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>que se arrepia</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>pela frente. </strong></span><br />
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<br />Luisana Gontijo (Lu)http://www.blogger.com/profile/12808713410127457188noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-889032522097462865.post-48566720417492332092011-04-12T22:09:00.001-03:002011-04-12T22:10:45.888-03:00339) Querer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"><strong>Desejo é como nuvem,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"><strong>assim como os lampejos</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"><strong>das paixões sem amor</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"><strong>e os beijos roubados</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"><strong>a esmo.</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"><strong>Como vapor,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"><strong>como frio</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"><strong>e calor.</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"><strong>Como arrepio,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"><strong>no roçar </strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"><strong>involuntário,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"><strong>na invasão</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"><strong>desesperada...</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"><strong>Desejos,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"><strong>como nuvens,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"><strong>se dissipam,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"><strong>se perdem,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"><strong>se disfarçam,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"><strong>evaporam...</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"><strong>Vez ou outra,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"><strong>desejos</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"><strong>levam ao amor. </strong></span><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"></span></strong>Luisana Gontijo (Lu)http://www.blogger.com/profile/12808713410127457188noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-889032522097462865.post-57712546514363053412011-03-31T12:22:00.004-03:002011-03-31T17:10:10.440-03:00338) Olhar<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>Seu olhar subiu escadas,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>tranquilo,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>decidido,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>e encontrou</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>minhas íris</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>entre os degraus,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>à espera do espetáculo</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>que nos aguardava.</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>Seus olhos firmes</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>diziam tanto,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>que sossegavam</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>em mim um medo</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>que havia chegado antes</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>e prometia ser duradouro.</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>Seu olhar me invadiu</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>alma adentro,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>com força e</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>delicadeza</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>simultâneas.</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>O meu</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>não se furtou</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>à invasão,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>a ser penetrado,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>tatuado,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><strong>esmiuçado...</strong></span><br />
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<br />Luisana Gontijo (Lu)http://www.blogger.com/profile/12808713410127457188noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-889032522097462865.post-10175685136623475872011-03-17T17:51:00.001-03:002011-03-17T17:52:20.193-03:00337) Roda da vida<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><strong>A porta se abriu</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><strong>em um ranger lento,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><strong>ajudada pelo vento</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><strong>e pela madeira leve,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><strong>sinal de poucas posses.</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><strong>De dentro, saiu um </strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><strong>cheiro doce de</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><strong>café recém-coado,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><strong>pra espantar o</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><strong>sono que se avizinhava.</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><strong>De fora, entrou o</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><strong>perfume da dama-da-noite</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><strong>plantada no jardim,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><strong>em meio a tantas</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><strong>outras riquezas florais,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><strong>e invadiu os cômodos</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><strong>espremidos, relaxando</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><strong>os poros de quem</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><strong>buscava estar alerta.</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><strong>Pela mesma porta</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><strong>entrou a noite</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><strong>e adormeceu,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><strong>até que o dia</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><strong>raiasse para</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><strong>rendê-la na</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><strong>roda da vida.</strong></span><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;">Ei, Jonathan,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;">também preciso</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;">me abrir com você</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;">e lhe contar </span></strong><strong><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;">que tenho </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;">uma cachoeira aqui no peito</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;">e minhas lágrimas </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;">a fazem transbordar,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;">impetuosa,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;">impiedosa,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;">até,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;">porque me tira</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;">o fôlego</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;">e a voz</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;">e os olhos marejados</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;">não me deixam</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;">ver o que virá</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;">nem pra onde ir.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;">Tem de ser com você</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;">este desabafo, </span></strong><strong><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;">Jonathan,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;">porque mamãe</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;">já não pode</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;">mais me ouvir.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #6aa84f;">P.S.: Jonathan é um antigo personagem da poetisa mineira Adélia Prado</span></strong><br />
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<br />Luisana Gontijo (Lu)http://www.blogger.com/profile/12808713410127457188noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-889032522097462865.post-57535447071800216262011-02-28T17:48:00.008-03:002011-05-27T12:33:54.629-03:00335) Aqui<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><strong>Beija-me</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><strong>coça-me</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><strong>a língua,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><strong>a linha tênue</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><strong>do meu bem</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><strong>O que tem</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><strong>tua pele</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><strong>a química</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><strong>minha</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><strong>e tua</strong></span><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;">"O que está fora, </span></strong><strong><span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;">está dentro"</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;">E para mudar o que quer </span></strong><strong><span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;">que seja por aí,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;">em qualquer esquina além de mim,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;">em qualquer sistema que eu enfrente,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;">com o qual eu conviva,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;">é aqui dentro </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;">que começa a reforma.</span></strong><br />
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<br />Luisana Gontijo (Lu)http://www.blogger.com/profile/12808713410127457188noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-889032522097462865.post-24555751101695026192011-02-13T20:47:00.007-02:002011-02-14T16:14:03.968-02:00333) Confiar na vida<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"><strong>Gente querida!</strong></span><br />
<strong><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">Ganhei estes dois selos - </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">o primeiro da Paula Figueiredo</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">(<a href="http://desmemoriafeminina.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: #e06666;">http://desmemoriafeminina.blogspot.com</span></a>)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">e o seguinte da Ana Diniz</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">(<a href="http://wwwanadiniz.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: #e06666;">http://wwwanadiniz.blogspot.com/</span></a>) -</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">e eles ajudaram a me dar uma sacudida.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">Na verdade, conclui que eu estava andando</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">uma chata, meio choramingando,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">quando, na verdade, tenho todos os</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">motivos do mundo para sorrir.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">Enquanto eu choramingava, </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">vocês </span></strong><strong><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">viviam me dando carinho,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">mesmo diante da minha ausência. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">Não tenho motivos para chorar,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">mas, sim, para agradecer,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">por encontrar sempre em </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">meu caminho pessoas maravilhosas,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">como todos vocês, que não se esquivam</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">de toda a sorte de trocas (de conhecimento,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">de carinho e até de toques e dicas para o</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">crescimento pessoal).</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">Além disso, minha vida é cheia</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">de inúmeras outras conquistas,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">que preciso festejar sempre!</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">Por tudo isso, agradeço às queridas</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">Paulinha e Ana, com um beijo e o</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">desejo de toda a sorte do mundo, e</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">distribuo estes selos/carinho para</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">gente que está no meu coração:</span></strong><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"><strong>AC (<a href="http://ac-wwwinterioridade.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: #e06666;">http://ac-wwwinterioridade.blogspot.com/</span></a>)</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"><strong>Ana Diniz (<a href="http://wwwanadiniz.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"><strong>http://wwwanadiniz.blogspot.com/</strong></span></a><strong><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">)</span></strong></strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"><strong><strong><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">Erica (<a href="http://casodascoisas.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: #e06666;">http://casodascoisas.blogspot.com/</span></a>) </span></strong></strong></span><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">Gisa (<a href="http://lerescrevereviver.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: #e06666;">http://lerescrevereviver.blogspot.com/</span></a>)</span></strong><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"><strong>Kika (<a href="http://refugioeabrigo.blogspot.com/?zx=fdcd3db11908a4c0"><span style="color: #e06666;">http://refugioeabrigo.blogspot.com/?zx=fdcd3db11908a4c0</span></a>)</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"><strong>Lufe (<a href="http://butecodolufe.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: #e06666;">http://butecodolufe.blogspot.com/</span></a>)</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"><strong>Marinha (<a href="http://www.construtoradepalavras.com.br/"><span style="color: #e06666;">http://www.construtoradepalavras.com.br/</span></a>)</strong></span><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"><strong></strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>Sim, eu sonhei de novo. </strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>Abri mão de príncipes</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>e princesas</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>e sonhei com o humano,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>com o que me encanta,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>com o que quero</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>pela vida afora.</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>Me permiti</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>Quebrei paradigmas</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>Olhei com outros olhos</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>Abri o coração.</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>Mas foi mão única</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>Fiquei só na estrada</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>Na encruzilhada.</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>Não fui perfeita.</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>Claro que não.</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>Nem sei </strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>quando estarei refeita.</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>Certeza,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>só uma:</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>caso eu não morra amanhã,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>ei de sonhar de novo.</strong></span><br />
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<strong><span style="color: white; font-size: x-small;">Foto: Arquivo Pessoal</span></strong><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><strong>Que eu perdoe meus erros</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><strong>e minha vontade desenfreada de amar</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><strong>Que eu aprenda a ver um ou outro</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><strong>dos meus acertos </strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><strong>das minhas flores</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><strong>cores escondidas,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><strong>que existem por aqui,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><strong>onde alguém há de enxergar,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><strong>em algum dos meus lugares,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><strong>num canto qualquer da minha pele,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><strong>nalgum dos pacotes das minhas dores,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><strong>nas marcas que elas me deixam</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><strong>pelo corpo,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><strong>na alma,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><strong>na calma,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><strong>e até na palma da mão</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><strong>e no chão</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><strong>por onde vou agora... </strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #7f6000;">Foto Lugoca</span><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;">O que me move</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;">são crenças eternas</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;">e descobertas que</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;">se fazem pelo caminho.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;">Me abro a</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;">afagos na alma,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;">a toques serenos,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;">desejos de bem querer</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;">e bem viver.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;">Espero o sorriso,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;">o olhar,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;">amanhecer,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;">aprendizado,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;">recomeçar,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;">saborear</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;">e perdoar.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;">Viver com leveza,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;">se possível.</span></strong><br />
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