tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50964790227107978102011-04-21T12:20:38.807-07:00Alexandre Amaralhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00722636863174961291noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096479022710797810.post-54057888507921438442008-12-23T18:22:00.000-08:002008-12-23T18:27:19.609-08:00<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">O vazio da lembrança</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> é como um câncer<br />que toma o corpo sem dar sinais</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br />e consome tudo por onde passa</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br />sem segunda chance</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />O contido nas palavras de antes</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br />mais parece uma tragédia</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">.<br />Aparece sem dar aviso</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br />e deixa uma saudade irrecuperável</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />E o que foi tão vívido um dia</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br />é, hoje, um defunto</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br />encaixotado e enterrado</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br />feito um indigente</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096479022710797810-5405788850792143844?l=fenomenovocalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandre Amaralhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00722636863174961291noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096479022710797810.post-37173293919845231662008-12-15T18:01:00.000-08:002008-12-15T18:10:34.840-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8mkAW1bruW4/SUcMHA_3dAI/AAAAAAAAABs/nvr6fllCIUA/s1600-h/chora+c%C3%A9u.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8mkAW1bruW4/SUcMHA_3dAI/AAAAAAAAABs/nvr6fllCIUA/s400/chora+c%C3%A9u.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280202402781688834" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Naquele dia eu saí para caminhar</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />e a chuva me deu bom dia.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Era como se o céu chorasse</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />misturando tristeza e alegria.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />Acelerado meu coração ía</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />e o choro das nuvens dizia</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />que alguém lá em cima chorava</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />e de um grande amor esquecia</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />Quem chorava, eu já não sabia</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />e parecia ser tudo em vão.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Só lembrava que eu caminhava</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />cada vez mais longe do chão.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />E o vento ria e soprava</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />misturando pingos e lágrimas.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />O céu, chorando dizia</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />que um grande amor esquecia</span>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096479022710797810-3717329391984523166?l=fenomenovocalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandre Amaralhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00722636863174961291noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096479022710797810.post-50310315134093143412008-12-12T14:52:00.000-08:002008-12-12T15:08:56.073-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mkAW1bruW4/SULrqHdGHOI/AAAAAAAAABk/98TA7QKwLNA/s1600-h/esperar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mkAW1bruW4/SULrqHdGHOI/AAAAAAAAABk/98TA7QKwLNA/s400/esperar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279040822019759330" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">O que se espera de um laço estéril?</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Uma existência incerta</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />ou a certeza do incredulo?</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />O que se espera de um deserto?</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />A solidão da independência</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />ou uma egoísta demência?</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />O que se espera de uma chama?</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />O fim da vela</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />ou a certeza de que uma hora a brisa leva?</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />O que se espera quando </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />o que mais somos</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />é a negação em que estamos?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096479022710797810-5031031513409314341?l=fenomenovocalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandre Amaralhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00722636863174961291noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096479022710797810.post-45692333733991919642008-12-10T02:27:00.000-08:002008-12-10T02:31:49.490-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8mkAW1bruW4/ST-ZuBjqHZI/AAAAAAAAABc/DTJP6aWf-os/s1600-h/flor+morta+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 525px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8mkAW1bruW4/ST-ZuBjqHZI/AAAAAAAAABc/DTJP6aWf-os/s400/flor+morta+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278106304272539026" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />O passado<br />de um eterno<br />num segundo<br />vira instante<br /><br />O amor de uma vida<br />num suspiro<br />some e finda<br /><br />Os suspiros de paixão<br />ora "sim, pois não"<br />se fazem "talvez, quem sabe não"<br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096479022710797810-4569233373399191964?l=fenomenovocalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandre Amaralhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00722636863174961291noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096479022710797810.post-33109820297764534782008-12-09T09:22:00.000-08:002008-12-12T15:09:51.862-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mkAW1bruW4/ST6vM5LO5II/AAAAAAAAABU/cz2h3Mtyh5M/s1600-h/cabelo+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 474px; height: 157px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mkAW1bruW4/ST6vM5LO5II/AAAAAAAAABU/cz2h3Mtyh5M/s400/cabelo+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277848449366025346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Um dia teus cabelos eram como uma coroa de louros para mim<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Ofuscavam o sol e me iluminavam no escuro<br />Acendiam meu coração e nutriam minha alma<br /><br />Até um vento sombrio passar e levar sua luz para longe<br />E o que resta agora é um incômodo vazio, um hiato na alma<br />E os cachos que vejo por aí<br />me açoitam como uma coroa de espinhos</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096479022710797810-3310982029776453478?l=fenomenovocalico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandre Amaralhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00722636863174961291noreply@blogger.com3