tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78545840492797279012016-08-05T08:57:04.057-03:00O canto da Lu-aLuciana Dimarzionoreply@blogger.comBlogger127125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854584049279727901.post-84525524091051096952016-08-05T08:54:00.001-03:002016-08-05T08:57:04.076-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6oxUaoCcFfw/V6R9ZoTDZ_I/AAAAAAAALO8/kA3cdrQsZ3YCIpfUx5MmbdmDDkHz-443wCLcB/s320/13415467_10154137138045619_5060109382550232180_o.jpg" width="320" /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; line-height: 19.32px;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; line-height: 19.32px;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Nem a eternidade é demasiado tempo</span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; line-height: 19.32px;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; line-height: 19.32px;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> para quem tem esperança...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; line-height: 19.32px;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; line-height: 19.32px;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; line-height: 19.32px;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-36Hvtx176ZQ/UQ228rPgp_I/AAAAAAAABss/a7fUV5__VnktlXsy5QaYNPtLkwN0ZGUgQCPcB/s1600/logo%2Bmenor%2B.png" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; line-height: 19.32px;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></span></div>Luciana Dimarziohttps://plus.google.com/111858895937054838344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854584049279727901.post-1347384069177858882016-08-03T21:06:00.002-03:002016-08-03T21:06:18.134-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wA83iI6_1rg/V6KGsdGdrdI/AAAAAAAALOU/mYUMNjTA_LUQF9SAd3MMkQWcJGIExrGhgCLcB/s320/13912906_565264960341977_8411088192599370007_n.jpg" width="180" /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Empatia é quando o coração do outro</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> bate no peito da gente.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ldaFfPpJqCc/UQ2XNejrvMI/AAAAAAAABqg/wkWHqijH7Rg8Ulj1-XxlO1hL6awYUXa_ACPcB/s1600/logo%2Bmenor%2B.png" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><br /><br />Luciana Dimarziohttps://plus.google.com/111858895937054838344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854584049279727901.post-69552443287504173762016-06-05T17:46:00.003-03:002016-06-06T09:15:45.111-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z85aM1Q9AWI/V1SPR6wkyvI/AAAAAAAALMI/ZwFkJEIpv7wY-0qfq-S_iDsBGEBMMg0ZACLcB/s320/13339525_10154124398945619_2910469690464788423_n.jpg" width="320" /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; line-height: 19.32px;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Palavras que morrem ainda no palato </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; line-height: 19.32px;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">ressuscitam como sintomas ou nos visitam por meio de sonhos e pesadelos...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; line-height: 19.32px;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; line-height: 19.32px;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MfYUuelBHjU/UQ2XGMvmTHI/AAAAAAAABqY/qlq5OpSdhgwF-vgwyUMFjj4Ef2w9-DRbgCKgB/s1600/logo-pequeno.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="45" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MfYUuelBHjU/UQ2XGMvmTHI/AAAAAAAABqY/qlq5OpSdhgwF-vgwyUMFjj4Ef2w9-DRbgCKgB/s200/logo-pequeno.png" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; line-height: 19.32px;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span></span></div>Luciana Dimarziohttps://plus.google.com/111858895937054838344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854584049279727901.post-40472400902006670912016-06-05T17:34:00.003-03:002016-06-05T17:44:36.420-03:00Ainda resta<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ia6lUQj-ds/V1SMZjgOl3I/AAAAAAAALLw/bsaX1sBdwwolfgZrrzn-6XqWp6J4LdvIwCKgB/s320/12813976_1049276761780828_628284531729981674_n.jpg" width="320" /></div><br /><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 19.32px;">Resta, acima de tudo, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 19.32px;">uma curiosidade infantil</span><span style="line-height: 19.32px;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 19.32px;">que desacata a palavra derradeira,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 19.32px;">uma certa incapacidade de dizer não</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 19.32px;">a tudo que emana cor de céu...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 19.32px;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><div class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; display: inline; line-height: 19.32px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 6px;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 19.32px;">Resta, ainda,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 19.32px;">um desejo de que toda declaração de amor</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 19.32px;">seja víscera em estado de elegância,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 19.32px;">e que todo gesto apaixonado</span><span style="line-height: 19.32px;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 19.32px;">seja alma em ponto de ebulição...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 19.32px;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 19.32px;">Resta - e sempre restará –</span><span style="line-height: 19.32px;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 19.32px;">esse ímpeto de transformar em versos</span><span style="line-height: 19.32px;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 19.32px;">tudo aquilo que nunca encontra outra forma de ser...</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 19.32px;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 19.32px;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MfYUuelBHjU/UQ2XGMvmTHI/AAAAAAAABqY/qlq5OpSdhgwF-vgwyUMFjj4Ef2w9-DRbgCKgB/s1600/logo-pequeno.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MfYUuelBHjU/UQ2XGMvmTHI/AAAAAAAABqY/qlq5OpSdhgwF-vgwyUMFjj4Ef2w9-DRbgCKgB/s1600/logo-pequeno.png" /></a></div><br /></div></div>Luciana Dimarziohttps://plus.google.com/111858895937054838344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854584049279727901.post-12124481521201678822015-11-22T10:00:00.000-02:002015-11-22T10:00:36.400-02:00Peregrina<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1d8C1_ie16s/VlGtsVG3hUI/AAAAAAAALGs/eA-MYucHDBA/s320/fleeing_by_shauntiamodel-d87jpyr.jpg" width="320" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">É com as pontas dos pés<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">que retomo meus passos<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">- par de canelas escaldadas<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">tateando espaços -<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Nas mãos, <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">a bússola dos devotos da saudade.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">No bolso, <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">um quinhão de sementes de girassol.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Peregrina em busca da luz, confesso:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Sou estrangeira daqui e dali...<o:p></o:p></span></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tfygom8TWgc/UQ5eRb0kuVI/AAAAAAAABvY/i9W2JV8smy0/s1600/logo%2Bmenor%2B.png" /></div><br />Luciana Dimarziohttps://plus.google.com/111858895937054838344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854584049279727901.post-44744217183720204782015-10-25T18:22:00.002-02:002015-10-25T18:22:12.401-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Z2cCcLqW0c/Vi05i9PQyvI/AAAAAAAALGY/nbxj_ubQPqM/s320/Thinking-while-sitting-alone.jpg" width="320" /></div><br /><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Que se trabalhe arduamente e que se tenha uma jornada extensa não basta. É preciso, na contemplação do firmamento, questionar o propósito de cada passo e a real vocação da luz-própria. É necessário deixar o lirismo adornar cada emoção e gesto, para que a transcendência não seja uma vã palavra poética.</i></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>É preciso, ainda, na quietude das noites, convocar a intuição e a sabedoria para que se encontre, na ebulição dos dias, o contraponto entre o deleite e a missão.</i></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JAy9tk4XnlY/UQ5nVDs7pLI/AAAAAAAABwA/SsT5yfpDfBw/s1600/logo%2Bmenor%2B.png" /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br /><br /></i></span></div>Luciana Dimarziohttps://plus.google.com/111858895937054838344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854584049279727901.post-37568679315593665592015-04-03T16:36:00.001-03:002015-04-03T16:36:17.593-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfEctnl3YzM/VR7rW5zy99I/AAAAAAAALAE/S_W-7mgs5iA/s1600/born_of_frustration_by_mylifethroughthelens-d7hcp6d.jpg" height="266" width="400" /></div><br /><br /><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Por ter atravessado tantas balizas e lonjuras </span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">é que celebro hoje o rito da descoberta;<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">há mais matizes em meu olhar<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">e menos distância entre meus pés e o chão<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">do que previa minha poética percepção do mundo. <o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Por ter sido guardiã do reflexo da lua<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">e guiada pelo bálsamo dos ramalhetes,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">é que comemoro hoje o ímpeto da alforria;<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ao espreitar pelas minhas janelas<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">vejo que já são passados os dias de febre e luto.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A correnteza das horas levou o medo das colisões <o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">e minhas vestes de agora</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> inauguram o tecido do enfrentamento.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">É Páscoa em mim...</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ldaFfPpJqCc/UQ2XNejrvMI/AAAAAAAABqg/xLDJCS-6DqE/s1600/logo%2Bmenor%2B.png" /></div>Luciana Dimarziohttps://plus.google.com/111858895937054838344noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854584049279727901.post-57835066947923708682015-03-29T15:30:00.000-03:002015-03-29T17:20:57.463-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DRdHWoAciY/VRhEZt9SBaI/AAAAAAAAK_g/HS-b1wkS03E/s1600/blog%2B5.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px; margin-bottom: 6px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Muitas são as mãos férteis de bondade e afeto. Mãos que afrouxam cadeias e rompem cadeados.</div></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Protegem, guiam e sinalizam as emboscadas do caminho.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Mãos que acolhem, curam e salvam. São predestinadas a escrever conosco uma nova história...</div></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Abençoadas sejam essas mãos inesperadas que, entrelaçadas as nossas, </div><div style="text-align: center;">nos ajudam a resgatar a crença na humanidade...</div></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ldaFfPpJqCc/UQ2XNejrvMI/AAAAAAAABqg/xLDJCS-6DqE/s1600/logo%2Bmenor%2B.png" /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><br /></div>Luciana Dimarziohttps://plus.google.com/111858895937054838344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854584049279727901.post-11149968268934831892015-03-29T15:23:00.000-03:002015-03-29T17:21:18.598-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QnE20wxpVSY/VRhC7gjQnDI/AAAAAAAAK_Q/Brg3q-NXobY/s1600/blog%2B4.jpg" height="213" width="320" /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px; margin-bottom: 6px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Muitas são as mãos vazias de generosidade e gratidão. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Mãos que transpiram soberba pelos dedos que apontam e ordenam.</div></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Cobiçam murros e colecionam lesões. Simulam arrimo, mas miram o precipício.</div></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Muitas são as mãos calejadas de perversidade e hipocrisia. </div><div style="text-align: center;">São mãos que regem por várias estações, </div><div style="text-align: center;">mas que dificilmente tangerão a sinfonia da primavera...</div></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ldaFfPpJqCc/UQ2XNejrvMI/AAAAAAAABqg/xLDJCS-6DqE/s1600/logo%2Bmenor%2B.png" /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><br /></div>Luciana Dimarziohttps://plus.google.com/111858895937054838344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854584049279727901.post-77438889886576376202015-03-29T15:21:00.002-03:002015-03-29T17:21:48.758-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VfmZ5Q9fI_0/VRhCl-S2H7I/AAAAAAAAK_I/J1j6o-BsCVI/s1600/blog%2B3.jpg" height="213" width="320" /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">O que paralisa nossa evolução espiritual é a indisponibilidade para o questionamento interno. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Ao escolhermos fincar os pés no pedestal da arrogância, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">vivemos uma “surdez” que nos impede a escuta alheia, muitas vezes tão preciosa de amparo. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Enquanto nos considerarmos superiores e detentores da verdade absoluta, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">a expansão da nossa consciência ficará bloqueada para o amadurecimento.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Se não tiverm</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">os humildade para sair da egolatria, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">dificilmente conseguiremos transformar dor em aprendizado </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">nem desfrutar a alegria do mistério da vida.</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ldaFfPpJqCc/UQ2XNejrvMI/AAAAAAAABqg/xLDJCS-6DqE/s1600/logo%2Bmenor%2B.png" /></div><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span>Luciana Dimarziohttps://plus.google.com/111858895937054838344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854584049279727901.post-85631696947394933212015-03-29T15:20:00.000-03:002015-03-29T17:22:08.196-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RADmewhKLFU/VRhCM3v9SPI/AAAAAAAAK-8/DGuHWT9X4M4/s1600/blog%2B2.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">A curiosidade é filha da inquietação, irmã da criatividade e mãe das descobertas. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">É fome de interrogação. É sede de aprendizado.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">É ela que nos ajuda a compreender não apenas os pensamentos e atitudes alheias, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">mas principalmente as nossas, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">levando-nos a formar convicções e abraçar escolhas...</span></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ldaFfPpJqCc/UQ2XNejrvMI/AAAAAAAABqg/xLDJCS-6DqE/s1600/logo%2Bmenor%2B.png" /></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span>Luciana Dimarziohttps://plus.google.com/111858895937054838344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854584049279727901.post-80621499069800656692015-03-29T15:09:00.000-03:002015-03-29T15:09:18.269-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AZN-V1HsB0I/VRg_blzRlHI/AAAAAAAAK9s/GE-hVtCSvvU/s1600/blog%2B1.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Que bonito é o amor que não vive o fardo de ter que equilibrar o tempo todo, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">uma bandeja com cristais...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ldaFfPpJqCc/UQ2XNejrvMI/AAAAAAAABqg/xLDJCS-6DqE/s1600/logo%2Bmenor%2B.png" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"><br /></span></div>Luciana Dimarziohttps://plus.google.com/111858895937054838344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854584049279727901.post-89787013448804510932014-09-30T20:31:00.000-03:002015-03-29T15:10:32.090-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NNlVXJs7W4w/VC1gNZqPv-I/AAAAAAAAKs4/kQIRq0GjB4o/s1600/_toge__by_dastok-d7hts1r.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NNlVXJs7W4w/VC1gNZqPv-I/AAAAAAAAKs4/kQIRq0GjB4o/s1600/_toge__by_dastok-d7hts1r.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: start;"><i><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Amar é ter uma intimidade que não se intimida...</span></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DeQyCnZ0_Fo/VC1gjalo6gI/AAAAAAAAKtI/ecbDzKNHVH8/s1600/logo%2Bmenor%2B.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DeQyCnZ0_Fo/VC1gjalo6gI/AAAAAAAAKtI/ecbDzKNHVH8/s1600/logo%2Bmenor%2B.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Luciana Dimarziohttps://plus.google.com/111858895937054838344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854584049279727901.post-42050148332346759002014-07-15T16:18:00.001-03:002014-07-16T10:01:02.095-03:00O poeta e a poesia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybOu06A60F0/U8V9qihlQhI/AAAAAAAAKhk/Ml7ZDlMZvVw/s1600/the_key_of_daydreams_by_flowerroad-d7g0ldn.jpg" height="266" width="400" /></div><br /><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">O poeta não cabe na própria pele e derrama-se em metáforas </span></i></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">que expressam a pluralidade dos sentimentos humanos. </span></i></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Percebe nos objetos uma subjetividade infinita e faz do concreto uma abstração.</i><i> </i></span></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></i></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> <span style="font-size: small;">É alquimista dos verbos, costurador de raciocínios e intuições.</span></span></i></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">O poeta tem natureza paradoxal. Rompe lógicas, conceitos e paradigmas. </span></i></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mobiliza emoções cativas para flamejar catarses. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A poesia é a múltipla expressão das emoções. </span></i></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Primeiro desestabiliza para depois estabilizar, </span></i></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">exercendo o papel de mediadora de conflitos internos. </span></i></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Primeiro esconde para depois exibir, </span></i></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>cumprindo a missão de reveladora d</i><i>a verdade</i></span></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(ainda que momentânea e relativa).</span></i></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tantas são as funções da poesia: refletir, comover, exaltar, </span></i></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">homenagear, socializar, reivindicar ou simplesmente dar à luz o encantamento. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">O poeta e sua poesia existem para dar contorno </span></i></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">às sensações tão dispersas e amorfas. </span></i></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Para traduzir as inspirações em linguagem </span></i></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">e para garimpar a beleza da vida...</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DCg03R1F46M/U8V92CMO7RI/AAAAAAAAKhs/MuG14szEPv0/s1600/logo-pequeno.png" height="45" width="200" /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div>Luciana Dimarziohttps://plus.google.com/111858895937054838344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854584049279727901.post-73395516831001938452014-06-21T17:05:00.000-03:002014-06-21T18:56:31.571-03:00Universal<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tWQgyha7Pp0/U6Xk6s2WJGI/AAAAAAAAKaQ/lBIfRZMfMUU/s1600/silent_evenings_by_laura_makabresku-d7n1tog.jpg" height="266" width="400" /></div><br /><br /><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>É na intermitência das águas<o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>que lanço a bateia em busca do sagrado.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>É na aridez dos solos<o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>que fertilizo fábulas envoltas pelo eterno.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Garimpeira das luzes <o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>ou plantadora de sonhos;<o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>a engrenagem manual é a mesma.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Devota da humanidade;<o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>o sangue que circula em mim é universal...</i></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gj_vI2aVMWw/U6XlI2e8loI/AAAAAAAAKaY/qT43OFDB8Iw/s1600/logo+menor+.png" /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Luciana Dimarziohttps://plus.google.com/111858895937054838344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854584049279727901.post-74213111973205782642014-05-10T16:30:00.000-03:002014-05-10T16:30:03.297-03:00Definição<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lz2BiEkmva0/U257FDuldxI/AAAAAAAAKOs/wUzx-C9gv8U/s1600/848.jpg" height="270" width="320" /></div><br /><br /><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sei mais de mim<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">por tudo que renunciei;<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">umbrais que escorreram<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">em súbita fuga dos exilados...<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sei mais de mim<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">pelos passos que suspendi<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(obediente a tudo <o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">que desdizia meus caminhos).<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sei mais de mim<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">pelo suor que estanquei das mãos<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">enquanto vigiava a madrugada,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e por ter colocado na bigorna <o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">toda minha insônia,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">pedindo martelos sobre as ilusões.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Agora sei:<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>o que nunca fiz e nunca disse é o que me define.</i><span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PaBN7xsoeng/U2598EVrFLI/AAAAAAAAKPA/V2h9_l1tt14/s1600/logo+menor+.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PaBN7xsoeng/U2598EVrFLI/AAAAAAAAKPA/V2h9_l1tt14/s1600/logo+menor+.png" /></a></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div>Luciana Dimarziohttps://plus.google.com/111858895937054838344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854584049279727901.post-87341187038934360422014-04-24T19:23:00.000-03:002014-04-28T16:59:05.243-03:00À flor dos olhos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aXTjDJVFWNo/U1mM-agzQQI/AAAAAAAAKKo/paMf7QeuTPQ/s1600/Creative_Wallpaper_Blue_eyes_.jpg" height="250" width="400" /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Rubro é o ângulo de que me vês. </i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #37404e; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"></span></i></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Porque sabes que mergulho no fogo</span></i></span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><div style="text-align: center;">e exponho meu peito</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><div style="text-align: center;">à faca dos sentidos.</div></span></i></span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #37404e; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span style="color: #37404e; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Branco é o tato com que me despes </div></span><span style="color: #37404e; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><div style="text-align: center;">e destrói a mordaça </div></span><span style="color: #37404e; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><div style="text-align: center;">que silencia o grito dos sonhos de ontem.</div></span></i></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span style="color: #37404e; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Porque sabes que levo </div></span><span style="color: #37404e; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><div style="text-align: center;">muito mais que dois pés no rastro...</div></span><span style="color: #37404e; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><div style="text-align: center;">e que somente sou quando em re (verso)</div></span></i></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span style="color: #37404e; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><div style="text-align: center;">- conheces-me como quem adivinha</div></span><span style="color: #37404e; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><div style="text-align: center;">o momento único da crisálida -</div></span></i></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div><span style="color: #37404e; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Porque trago as vísceras à flor dos olhos... </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ij5kwqG19I/U1mNybxtnHI/AAAAAAAAKLI/HYzbJP9R0Lg/s1600/logo+menor+.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ij5kwqG19I/U1mNybxtnHI/AAAAAAAAKLI/HYzbJP9R0Lg/s1600/logo+menor+.png" /></a></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></span>Luciana Dimarziohttps://plus.google.com/111858895937054838344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854584049279727901.post-51589636706220479012014-01-31T19:31:00.002-02:002014-04-28T17:12:07.132-03:00Crença <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MuNhE0ssZx0/UuwV2RDslDI/AAAAAAAAGus/YArdBbIjYFo/s1600/1510966_10152191875425619_1336493615_n.jpg" height="400" width="266" /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"><i>Porque nunca aceitei amores feitos de concisão,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"><i>concebo a poesia como minha morada plena</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"><i>e faço dos meus passos uma ventania.</i></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"><i>Porque nunca contive a vida em seu tropel,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><i>desprezo a lassidão dos verbos </i></span><br /><i style="color: #37404e; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e faço dos meus dias um desencontro de rimas.</span></i><br /><i style="color: #37404e; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></i><i style="color: #37404e; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></i><div style="text-align: start;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; display: inline; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span></div><div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Porque é na crença das minhas cores que habita uma luz:</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">O que sou e penso nunca será corrompido pelo breu...</i></div><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; display: inline; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; display: inline; text-align: left;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; display: inline; text-align: left;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"></span></span><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; display: inline; text-align: left;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; display: inline; text-align: left;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HF1qe_aPNEQ/UuwWDNGkDKI/AAAAAAAAGu4/5uqHaXYaQYU/s1600/logo-pequeno.png" height="45" width="200" /></div></span>Luciana Dimarziohttps://plus.google.com/111858895937054838344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854584049279727901.post-49593625125727401232013-11-12T10:50:00.002-02:002014-04-28T17:10:07.514-03:00Que dia! (2) <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nMwncFO0A3I/UoIjnKMb4VI/AAAAAAAAED4/W_KIuj6rHQw/s400/del%C3%ADrio.jpg" height="266" width="400" /></div><br /><br /><div style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Que dia! (2)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Que dia este<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">para acumular vontades florescidas<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ainda na semente...<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">O mesmo dia<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">em que sonho singrar teus mares e<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">molhar meus pudores<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(tão abissais e atávicos)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">mas os escondo nas vírgulas deste poema...<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Que dia<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">para conter a corrida dos sentidos,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">a gula das mãos que tateiam sem ter<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e a devassidão da nossa luxúria.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Para frear asas abertas,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">voos clandestinos<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> e explosões de estrelas...<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">O mesmo dia<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">para conceber que os jardins atrás do muro<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">são tão coloridos quanto impossíveis...<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Para descobrir que sempre te pressenti,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">sempre te soube e saberei.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">O dia para entender que devo silenciar-me<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">para que ouças o que nunca ousarei dizer...<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ah!... Que dia...<br /><br /><br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7mt8npqu_mQ/UoIj4EOV8dI/AAAAAAAAEEA/2DhM0Fr5-9k/s1600/logo-pequeno.png" height="45" width="200" /></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div>Luciana Dimarziohttps://plus.google.com/111858895937054838344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854584049279727901.post-44993052007150547502013-09-22T12:07:00.000-03:002014-04-28T17:10:28.403-03:00Que dia!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BeRqA3jbhCY/Uj8GPZuGh_I/AAAAAAAADb8/kafGLxXwbCI/s400/1185058_10153209238360268_61079643_n.jpg" height="400" width="387" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Que dia!</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Que dia este</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">para amarrar em permanência</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">palavras quase sempre passageiras.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">O mesmo dia</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; display: inline; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"><br />em que cristalizo confissões,<br />provo a inocência do meu riso<br />e faço das horas um improviso de invenções...<br /><br />Que dia<br />para pausar a voracidade do tempo,<br />encolher distâncias e regar girassóis.<br />Para reacender corpos livres,<br />já despidos das máscaras habituais<br />- antes tão coladas aos poros e vísceras -<br /><br />Que dia este<br />para confirmar que tua canção única<br />amanhece em mim a gratidão por estar viva.<br />O mesmo dia para saber<br />que nunca haverá espaços<br />entre o calor da tua pele<br />e as torrentes do meu ventre.<br /><br />E para sentir que não há nada em teu olhar<br />que eu não queira contemplar para sempre...<br /><br />Ah!...Que dia...</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; display: inline; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; display: inline; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bK6XowYhoZc/Uj8HzHeXhOI/AAAAAAAADcU/FJP72qdoTh0/s1600/logo-pequeno.png" height="45" width="200" /></div>Luciana Dimarziohttps://plus.google.com/111858895937054838344noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854584049279727901.post-51973342791783016362013-08-21T18:48:00.002-03:002014-01-31T19:53:28.376-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YvI-yASeqhY/UhU1ng0-8hI/AAAAAAAADX4/RmIs6kXj1js/s1600/postagem+21_agosto_01+(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YvI-yASeqhY/UhU1ng0-8hI/AAAAAAAADX4/RmIs6kXj1js/s400/postagem+21_agosto_01+(1).jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div><br />Luciana Dimarziohttps://plus.google.com/111858895937054838344noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854584049279727901.post-45201911320149172932013-08-04T18:34:00.001-03:002013-08-04T18:34:29.810-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AOE8KuR_qC8/Uf7I3wcx-mI/AAAAAAAADR0/_DBg11E5E0Q/s1600/postagem+22_julho_04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AOE8KuR_qC8/Uf7I3wcx-mI/AAAAAAAADR0/_DBg11E5E0Q/s320/postagem+22_julho_04.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Luciana Dimarziohttps://plus.google.com/111858895937054838344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854584049279727901.post-44079588088466195892013-07-25T09:43:00.000-03:002013-07-25T09:43:09.418-03:00Pensamento<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Wrh_CvApuo/UfEdVdiVFHI/AAAAAAAADQE/8hqf7EaIPy0/s1600/postagem+22_julho_05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Wrh_CvApuo/UfEdVdiVFHI/AAAAAAAADQE/8hqf7EaIPy0/s320/postagem+22_julho_05.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Luciana Dimarziohttps://plus.google.com/111858895937054838344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854584049279727901.post-85421173809293675262013-07-22T14:57:00.001-03:002013-07-22T14:57:30.639-03:00Pensamento<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kXyFqdKtvWI/Ue1ygVHRAII/AAAAAAAADPI/5EJW9D1Pnj8/s1600/postagem+22_julho_01+(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kXyFqdKtvWI/Ue1ygVHRAII/AAAAAAAADPI/5EJW9D1Pnj8/s320/postagem+22_julho_01+(2).jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Luciana Dimarziohttps://plus.google.com/111858895937054838344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854584049279727901.post-42747100290264754492013-05-24T13:23:00.000-03:002013-05-24T13:23:20.055-03:00Novos Rumos <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mhUECQuNtBE/UZ-Tnixh7AI/AAAAAAAADCo/Ln6vWHsr148/s1600/bifurcacao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mhUECQuNtBE/UZ-Tnixh7AI/AAAAAAAADCo/Ln6vWHsr148/s400/bifurcacao.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Bifurcação a alguns palmos de distância.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Paisagem nova de rubra flor que me atiça.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Sinalização:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Cuidado para não ancorar em areia movediça...</span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TZ7rMNwInS4/UZ-Tx_y7hbI/AAAAAAAADCw/iCtYOelc4vU/s1600/logo+menor+.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TZ7rMNwInS4/UZ-Tx_y7hbI/AAAAAAAADCw/iCtYOelc4vU/s1600/logo+menor+.png" /></a></div>Luciana Dimarziohttps://plus.google.com/111858895937054838344noreply@blogger.com0