tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15952388337942111942024-02-19T16:37:33.070+00:00O Som do SilêncioUm silêncio…repleto de sentires.Fatimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595238833794211194.post-54085581839717324512011-01-12T14:45:00.001+00:002011-01-12T14:48:30.652+00:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD0MMVkqHrOeTL4289awft8GrhdgwmNKI-ukjtAVKM7IXbmczSTM20WuocwQEade1odYhrXrozb0QcepnjI7ZIRHU_3Dq6TEfJWmkXmZKGN6fr48e72W1uPFxsTycJFRABHltqjwnDW1E/s1600/DSC00071.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561310698258934354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD0MMVkqHrOeTL4289awft8GrhdgwmNKI-ukjtAVKM7IXbmczSTM20WuocwQEade1odYhrXrozb0QcepnjI7ZIRHU_3Dq6TEfJWmkXmZKGN6fr48e72W1uPFxsTycJFRABHltqjwnDW1E/s320/DSC00071.JPG" /></a> de mãos dadas é mais fácil...<br /><br /></div>Fatimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595238833794211194.post-32411149623649975342010-12-21T14:55:00.003+00:002010-12-21T15:32:48.871+00:00É Natal...<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><a href="http://4.om/_YRP_78MYNv8/TRDAH_K-BEI/AAAAAAAABBI/i7PPqxPc8WU/s1600/2112201009.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553149583996879938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGvZtytNCGk1-cEnG2bXGcXJpVvbJG9WsxjIqrpZTAbVmojWxh47CxZAv6S6lBW6UODPsdjea0Jk0xq2tCznvw8Xeq6UdISu_Qvn5aQit09rYq6TVktcGkDBzQ-aCcmn1V8eyQZa7JU_s/s320/2112201009.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">gostava que todas estas estrelas e este espírito brilhasse o ano inteiro. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">as ruas seriam muito mais bonitas e as pessoas também.<br /></div></span></div>Fatimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595238833794211194.post-4304379837906741062010-11-04T13:54:00.004+00:002010-11-18T10:56:11.189+00:00Sinto-me Eu...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TNK8VaDfWyI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/4OkFaFySdJs/s1600/03.jpg"></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sinto a vida em cada nota,<br />Choro cada lágrima em cada tom,<br />Sorrio em cada melodia.<br />Estou viva… Sinto-me eu. </span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><div align="center"><br /></div></span>Fatimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595238833794211194.post-83953754015501189462010-10-04T23:30:00.004+01:002010-10-25T14:52:52.212+01:00...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMlmkpTKutX7fKpcOLsqEdPyWDEhkZ4WJtoEwkQL1URrp-CEdiDBsiELS2jLBif6gJYxgpB3b9LrxvVFKSktTn5BAhOJRFXWOjCpRcBLI7GL1vhAPvvo4OCYnM7F_SloXp4iiGrhUosJ8/s1600/0015.jpg"></a><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">...para lá da agitação e da dor<br />...para lá do desencanto e do desamor.<br /><br />a vida agora<br />parece-me muito mais simples.</div>Fatimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595238833794211194.post-81735351729553183532010-09-03T16:34:00.007+01:002010-09-03T16:54:34.113+01:00diferente...<a href="http:///_YRP_78MYNv8/TIEYRtyQhHI/AAAAAAAAA-A/vsrzSWehj1w/s1600/Fotos+Janeiro+035a.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512714111505433714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjXxb2GC_5NB-b5-A2hyphenhyphenEoaIGAP5OBO25kfiFos8tmgOrGNv-ggTx3w3GHjTwgjPCvf-1tFpXX6-e9OA04u-LEndmYs6NDhyS2HZxPXPXFA1yXDMP2xy99lIKB4m7uTebbscRhC2BDVMQ/s320/Fotos+Janeiro+035a.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">deixas-me de mãos vazias,<br />com o coração cheio dor<br />lágrimas?<br />não tenho,<br />absorvi-as com as palavras que me deixas-te.<br /><br />ficam comigo os inumeráveis e duráveis momentos<br />que permaneci em ti<br />deixo-te apenas<br />o silêncio de um último olhar<br />despeço-me,<br />sabes que me perdeste</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">sei que te perdi.<br /><br />às vezes não é preciso muito para se ser feliz</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">sorrio mas desta vez diferente. </span></div><br /><div></div>Fatimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595238833794211194.post-60199450141723089892010-08-25T15:39:00.004+01:002011-01-12T14:44:59.034+00:00sonhar...<a href="http://0.0.0.1/_YRP_78MYNv8/THUyHSBIh_I/AAAAAAAAA9o/gOZULrrY-so/s1600/0039.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509364819834734578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnVo48TtJHa8gxG4YQLM7vcDQvIASdLVl6RqQht25p2xyiWrfVcXbv3zzbFl8A-sJLDYZET5-iPuYc6mf49llVleVyTc5QTDBOshSLqTfaZfM-Y1jOXxuXRRYH-GcrLjYekMOX_gZvTYc/s400/0039.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">entre o sonhar e o meu acordar<br />imaginei-te<br />imaginei o que seria poder<br />tocar o teu rosto<br />tocar no teu cabelo<br />poder ter na minha</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">a tua mão,<br />sentir o teu aroma<br />poder cheirar-te<br />sublime seria o meu estar<br />contigo a meu lado. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></div></span>Fatimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595238833794211194.post-15571480658721128112010-08-16T15:29:00.004+01:002010-08-16T16:11:17.336+01:00Desafio...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlBKDKSdN7VMSxmI2ZyQJxdLDuMWSVXiA1INGsQcP_5zybmXx9T4zKFL-IpmOvpiA0d3A9uQLVW_CukORb1PpOmVGnMP0NIs6YKR7kH0SGmPKncP0kS926fKChx8YMg9BLxYIwQCUQK8c/s1600/16082010001.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506025369484962322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlBKDKSdN7VMSxmI2ZyQJxdLDuMWSVXiA1INGsQcP_5zybmXx9T4zKFL-IpmOvpiA0d3A9uQLVW_CukORb1PpOmVGnMP0NIs6YKR7kH0SGmPKncP0kS926fKChx8YMg9BLxYIwQCUQK8c/s400/16082010001.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Só mesmo o necessário...<br /></span><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Passo o desafio a:</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Rebeca-Néctar da Flor;</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Enigma</span></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="center"></div></div>Fatimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595238833794211194.post-3422157235163289362010-08-13T09:15:00.005+01:002010-08-13T10:01:25.889+01:00selo...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJcgmtZPHvRg5xo9VUBhD-invU8QwYqAOzBtAu4T6JHJZuqoaGbOZD-lp7YHdTyabUaefNBaVIRES3aTlZpBGCoVJVTommZqPyr9yo8wOpCC9TN7OdGNeOD6D-y7x6W6lFSfPsxsgWt2c/s1600/2008__10126737_jpg_595-menina_no_campo_com_borboleta_gigante_no_dedo-_neue_arbeiten%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 131px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504814350438698850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJcgmtZPHvRg5xo9VUBhD-invU8QwYqAOzBtAu4T6JHJZuqoaGbOZD-lp7YHdTyabUaefNBaVIRES3aTlZpBGCoVJVTommZqPyr9yo8wOpCC9TN7OdGNeOD6D-y7x6W6lFSfPsxsgWt2c/s200/2008__10126737_jpg_595-menina_no_campo_com_borboleta_gigante_no_dedo-_neue_arbeiten%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Regras:<br />1ºRevela 6 coisas que ninguém saiba sobre ti:<br /><br />1 Há dias em que ainda sinto o cheiro da infância, quando brincava aos polícias e ladrões com o meu irmão.<br />2 Quero envelhecer ao lado do meu amor.<br />3 Adoro livros, e tenho algumas manias com os meus. Se me querem ver verdadeiramente "zangada" então risquem ou dobrem um livro meu. Tenho muito cuidado com eles e à sempre um que fica no meu quarto ao lado da cama, sempre pertinho de mim.<br />4 Viciada em Sapatos<br />5 Embora para a maioria das pessoas que me conhece pareça uma pessoa extrovertida, quando estou num ambiente estranho e rodeada de pessoas que não conheço sou envergonhada e primeiro que me consiga desinibir.<br />6 Sou muito refilona. Quando estou chateada toda a gente à minha volta percebe pois não consigo deixar de ficar com "aquela expressão". Às vezes é tão visível que as pessoas têm medo de se aproximar de mim.<br /><br />2º - Oferecer o selo:<br />http://secreta23.blogspot.com/ - Secreta;<br />http://luciamachado31.blogspot.com/ - Lúcia Machado.<br /><br />Selo oferecido pela amiga do blog: "por um dia", ao qual eu recomendo que visitem pois escreve lindamente. <a href="http://pudescritora.blogspot.com/">http://pudescritora.blogspot.com/</a></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></div></span>Fatimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595238833794211194.post-90066872284050259432010-08-10T22:14:00.004+01:002010-08-11T00:24:08.311+01:00sabes porque te amo eu?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinmhxUXWP8y_xJ8jxSLTli-jyKvG8_lRRsofJnJgQghr-vUnnUMmVvlC7QNU44X1UGiqXBwTpkR6m0ELHaB3mn4ArM1oubSIpzdGCxklN3adO6JSBdVI9p3W_BxKo_DDaB9UN4nLX-PwU/s1600/Foto0552.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503893516955449298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinmhxUXWP8y_xJ8jxSLTli-jyKvG8_lRRsofJnJgQghr-vUnnUMmVvlC7QNU44X1UGiqXBwTpkR6m0ELHaB3mn4ArM1oubSIpzdGCxklN3adO6JSBdVI9p3W_BxKo_DDaB9UN4nLX-PwU/s320/Foto0552.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">porque a primeira coisa que quero ver todas as manhãs é o teu lindo rosto, sentir o teu cheiro e ter um abraço teu. </span></div>Fatimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595238833794211194.post-54615540871190109422010-07-14T13:55:00.007+01:002010-08-11T00:23:39.994+01:00incompleta...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidM_GE2mNtC0nXGD17s4P9Bk9eW8DSJVCmKmfgVLjdcTRIb4h4RHBRtvSvsVM0834mX9wZRdC4c7IvztubKOUKItO1iR8eoSt2SG5qeHdvvuG8dccdRUvyGqFvB60jbx1njc-xWulRxTI/s1600/Fotos+Janeiro+01.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503925843985407634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidM_GE2mNtC0nXGD17s4P9Bk9eW8DSJVCmKmfgVLjdcTRIb4h4RHBRtvSvsVM0834mX9wZRdC4c7IvztubKOUKItO1iR8eoSt2SG5qeHdvvuG8dccdRUvyGqFvB60jbx1njc-xWulRxTI/s320/Fotos+Janeiro+01.jpg" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">eu sei o quanto dói<br />afastar a minha pele da tua<br />separar o amor<br />cravado em cada poro.<br />choro<br />não por te ver partir,<br />mas por não ficar inteira</span> </div></div></div></div></div>Fatimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595238833794211194.post-5303673708710019192010-07-07T20:14:00.004+01:002010-07-07T20:20:05.438+01:00<a href="http:///_YRP_78MYNv8/TDTTNR2-kiI/AAAAAAAAA60/SXaiIWBs0EQ/s1600/0031.png"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 196px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491246070757233186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTq0kczFWYTuCNZnS5868V18t53RvXSPIfQJxtYs-HWE1igra1yXk3A-cyaXsJpMsxcAg8a6h4Wv7TY0liZ_rmt_gd-8yGrqL6vXs-ht_DmgMtI7b1FYWiaF6y7qhauma46lPjjZB-_KU/s200/0031.png" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">as coisas maravilhosas que tu me fazes<br />todas elas fazem-me sentir<br />apaixonada.<br />amar-te<br />é fácil…<br />vem naturalmente,<br />amar-te<br />é fácil…<br />é natural.</span><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></div>Fatimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595238833794211194.post-41848041798589184122010-06-29T08:44:00.007+01:002010-07-02T15:53:23.467+01:00<a href="http:///_YRP_78MYNv8/TCnzz_OY0GI/AAAAAAAAA6U/Nmfod5q0vos/s1600/0029a.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488185695398318178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TCnzz_OY0GI/AAAAAAAAA6U/Nmfod5q0vos/s320/0029a.jpg" /></a> <div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TCnxcHfG1qI/AAAAAAAAA6M/4C7q96puTl4/s1600/0029a.jpg"></a></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">espero sentada,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">espero e desespero</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">cruzo as pernas,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">descruzo</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">o tempo passa</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">os segundos não param</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">sinto vazio,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">o roer dos porquês</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">espero e respiro</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">presa às minhas dúvidas</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">até quando?</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">não sei responder.<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></div></span><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div>Fatimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595238833794211194.post-79663459796369286172010-06-23T23:46:00.003+01:002010-06-23T23:54:12.809+01:00desculpa...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TCKQf48fnPI/AAAAAAAAA58/_e5pnTglx_Q/s1600/flor2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486106173627145458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TCKQf48fnPI/AAAAAAAAA58/_e5pnTglx_Q/s320/flor2.jpg" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">só eu sei o quanto doeu.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Fatimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595238833794211194.post-74879761201925821882010-06-22T10:40:00.002+01:002010-06-22T10:43:17.067+01:00amar...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKD5sfuv0O4Czad3VDAmiXLHegxk_VMxK9idvkiOLP4vKDRExMV5X4v2l7_H1qMriJwW5Zs9CPxDPi3lmCio8hZ82WvCuGQogm363fCrSKQF2v1N4MuR6yg-r0elN5biZ2Tq6Pn_CRVxg/s1600/Foto0502.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 171px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485531310562604194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKD5sfuv0O4Czad3VDAmiXLHegxk_VMxK9idvkiOLP4vKDRExMV5X4v2l7_H1qMriJwW5Zs9CPxDPi3lmCio8hZ82WvCuGQogm363fCrSKQF2v1N4MuR6yg-r0elN5biZ2Tq6Pn_CRVxg/s320/Foto0502.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiXKnwM6YNIqPWakk0wVfHJdV3Bf_y76ED5iTFaDyIUaRw3Yt82J-sCg59Ssvjy9OB8n8qP1IXogCp9XpIFa7VECE8yioVUPKCIYfZnfIu2IQNlKBrnlFgI46eDhC0kSUkjODkP5B7rxo/s1600/Foto0502.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">um verbo para dois...</span></div></div>Fatimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595238833794211194.post-7009384010341958542010-06-18T14:42:00.004+01:002010-06-18T14:55:16.825+01:00entrega...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TBt6qZbr-fI/AAAAAAAAA0k/dztOnuzEysc/s1600/rosa05.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484111840053819890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TBt6qZbr-fI/AAAAAAAAA0k/dztOnuzEysc/s400/rosa05.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">não me fujas, que sou tua.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">não me largues, que nunca vou embora.</span></div></div></div>Fatimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595238833794211194.post-91243741786364107232010-06-15T10:49:00.009+01:002010-08-11T00:24:46.621+01:00dor muda...<span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TBdTSA-kgBI/AAAAAAAAAyw/Vdqn4W_rqf4/s1600/borboleta+de+olhar+triste.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Quando a dor não me deixa pensar, falar ou escrever...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">silêncio-a na alma.</span></div><div align="center"></div>Fatimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595238833794211194.post-41953796999464408692010-05-18T23:34:00.009+01:002010-05-18T23:54:52.231+01:00ao vento...<a href="http://_yrp_78mynv8/S_MYmN0qhHI/AAAAAAAAAyA/OIbXC5yPMGg/s1600/trabalho+0017a.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 75px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472745017009931378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/S_MYmN0qhHI/AAAAAAAAAyA/OIbXC5yPMGg/s320/trabalho+0017a.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Olhei,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">para bem dentro de mim<br />abri os braços ao vento, </span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">senti o coração bater com força.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><div>O vento sacudiu-me o corpo,<br />soprou-me delicadamente<br />e devolveu-me as asas.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div>Fatimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595238833794211194.post-54022479038199821342010-04-23T22:23:00.006+01:002010-06-17T23:24:34.103+01:00a cada Adeus<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoIr9p6sXkxRzRsgLZHyr6vo9tGSqNh1_apKP8zQF1HnOF6Zl5_uCeHcFlZ4_HSh7YwGlE8EhKZTWbGLTjgtZfV19W9ZSDtNOrog-M9uq1TejHvByRMtuQy0RpBDbkTJ3fvS0hR0OGLrc/s1600/Foto0417a.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463447875522716162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoIr9p6sXkxRzRsgLZHyr6vo9tGSqNh1_apKP8zQF1HnOF6Zl5_uCeHcFlZ4_HSh7YwGlE8EhKZTWbGLTjgtZfV19W9ZSDtNOrog-M9uq1TejHvByRMtuQy0RpBDbkTJ3fvS0hR0OGLrc/s200/Foto0417a.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">a cada <span style="color:#ffccff;">Adeus</span> meu, uma estrela seca<br />a noite quer abrigar o nosso amor,<br />mas sem estrelas não há luz para me guiar<br />até aquele que agarro no peito<br />esconde a luz das estrelas.<br />voo pendente num querer imenso<br />vontade minha cumprida pela metade.<br />angústia com sabor amargo<br />destino meu escrito na temeridade </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">de um gesto que me obriga a dizer-te <span style="color:#ffccff;">Adeus</span>.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span>Fatimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595238833794211194.post-35145266551533341692010-04-20T15:41:00.003+01:002010-06-17T15:58:52.270+01:00é dor...<p align="center"><a href="http:///_YRP_78MYNv8/S85AXWwi0lI/AAAAAAAAAuM/s-368XIFMPk/s1600/abismo01.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 104px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462374168037347922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/S85AXWwi0lI/AAAAAAAAAuM/s-368XIFMPk/s200/abismo01.jpg" /></a></p><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/S8479nN2TbI/AAAAAAAAAuE/MSYduSnPP6E/s1600/008.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">No sentir... O silêncio.<br />No silêncio… A dor. </span>Fatimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595238833794211194.post-65146847262715026652010-04-15T21:58:00.002+01:002010-04-15T22:02:18.705+01:00Esperança<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/S8d-OS-wecI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Q37c2xhdlX8/s1600/0019.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460471857288346050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/S8d-OS-wecI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Q37c2xhdlX8/s400/0019.jpg" /></a>Hoje quando acordei, pensei...<br />Preciso matar este angustiador silêncio de não ser apenas uma sombra de mim.<br />Ter um instante de certeza.<br />Qualquer que seja.<br />Quero ter <span style="color:#ffcc99;">esperança</span>. </div>Fatimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595238833794211194.post-57717697255663746742010-03-24T15:02:00.003+00:002010-03-24T15:04:42.659+00:00Procuro...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/S6opugR5GtI/AAAAAAAAAqg/ccbKX4hMtQU/s1600/0010.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452216177801108178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/S6opugR5GtI/AAAAAAAAAqg/ccbKX4hMtQU/s200/0010.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Procuro em mim, palavras </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Porem, não as encontro.<br />Apenas esta folha branca,<br />Este sentimento de paz.<br />O descanso,<br />O silêncio,<br />Em suspensão. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span>Fatimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595238833794211194.post-76672723926743305582010-03-04T09:03:00.005+00:002010-03-04T09:12:54.063+00:00Amor...<div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Sabes o que mais quero neste momento?</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">E sabes porquê?</span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/S493xILNlEI/AAAAAAAAApo/ydJuKGhgR3k/s1600-h/143.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444702160406025282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/S493xILNlEI/AAAAAAAAApo/ydJuKGhgR3k/s200/143.jpg" /></a> </div>Fatimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595238833794211194.post-8085597674705670372010-02-26T14:45:00.004+00:002010-02-26T20:48:40.423+00:00Dentro de mim...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxB6yPCsMZu78KHtKfW6K4U8GTM_whSHXAL-2z9uDeGrBdrGHss_UsDT0lMG68M14DgB_XEAYyse0DuqUZ-BkGJRTPk0woebOcgDnfBSTEh0ktauv3Op6jFMpaF9VcZsAAf4C-I0b4dqA/s1600-h/Foto02030.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 128px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442567653010446322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxB6yPCsMZu78KHtKfW6K4U8GTM_whSHXAL-2z9uDeGrBdrGHss_UsDT0lMG68M14DgB_XEAYyse0DuqUZ-BkGJRTPk0woebOcgDnfBSTEh0ktauv3Op6jFMpaF9VcZsAAf4C-I0b4dqA/s200/Foto02030.jpg" /></a>Dentro de mim<br />O silêncio<br />De tantas horas<br />De tantos sonhos<br />De tantos caminhos<br />Dentro de mim a dor,<br />De me manter calada no grito de uma boca que se abre em direcção às lágrimas.Fatimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595238833794211194.post-36127868066314119192010-02-09T22:34:00.004+00:002010-02-09T23:00:21.318+00:00Som...Vazio<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/S3HolM367FI/AAAAAAAAAkU/bJ33MU8J-M8/s1600-h/soz1.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 126px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436381951021476946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/S3HolM367FI/AAAAAAAAAkU/bJ33MU8J-M8/s200/soz1.bmp" /></a><br /><div></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Às vezes o som do silêncio é tão profundo que não consigo ouvir o bater do meu coração... </span></div>Fatimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595238833794211194.post-46157654719007251692010-01-28T22:47:00.004+00:002010-01-29T09:31:57.131+00:00Chamo-(te) Amor...<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/S2IdYc6FezI/AAAAAAAAAjw/8dzCwRJaB5s/s1600-h/Img269f.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 59px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431936406476127026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/S2IdYc6FezI/AAAAAAAAAjw/8dzCwRJaB5s/s200/Img269f.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Amor...ajuda-me a lutar.<br />Abraça-me com os teus braços,<br />E deixa-me chorar o meu silêncio.<br /></span></div>Fatimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664noreply@blogger.com1