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No sabia de quien eran estas palabras, pero al escuchálas de nuevo en una película(Patch Adams) me recordé daquel bello sentimento que tenia ayer... Por ahora estas palabras significan doces recuerdos y una cierta melancolia, pero aún son bellas. (Hace tiempo que no escribo en español, entonces no miren a mis errores,si?Sino a estas palabras perfectas abajo!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120434612592592562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XjxKBggriEA/Rw9wJqMyRrI/AAAAAAAAAFA/kFisDvJ6RqY/s320/mkmff.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;No te Amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;o flecha de claveles que propagan eñ fuego: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Pablo Neruda - &lt;a href="http://www.nas.com/~wagill/neruda/ciensone/" target="_blank"&gt;Cien Sonetos de Amor&lt;/a&gt; - XVII&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015215676036487252-3581023314946339868?l=damadasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XjxKBggriEA/Rw9wJqMyRrI/AAAAAAAAAFA/kFisDvJ6RqY/s72-c/mkmff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015215676036487252.post-7497512780492843164</id><published>2007-08-19T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:56:31.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vontades...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XjxKBggriEA/RsiVE56qcnI/AAAAAAAAADw/Asm1p0n8pho/s1600-h/0002s2h1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100490489495974514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XjxKBggriEA/RsiVE56qcnI/AAAAAAAAADw/Asm1p0n8pho/s320/0002s2h1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Queria eu deleitar-me no mar dos teus braços,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;afogar-me na imensidão de teu ser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;vislumbrar teus mais doces pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e me fazer presente em teus sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Conformação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Que posso eu querer mais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tudo não passa de um onírico desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;uma contemplação do querer mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;profundo e pungente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Mas de querer ninguém morre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;querer apenas não mata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;a não ser que se queira matar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;a vontade incontrolável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;do desejo de querer mais e mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;o que se almeja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Queria não querer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;não ter vontades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;não ter vaidades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;não ter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;não ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Não sendo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;não iria querer algo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;simplesmente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;por não poder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ah!pois queria eu não ser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;mas, então, estaria a querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;já outra vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não tem jeito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;é muita insensatez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;não querer desejar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;matar a vontade de ter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Laetitia Rosae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015215676036487252-7497512780492843164?l=damadasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/7497512780492843164/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015215676036487252&amp;postID=7497512780492843164' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015215676036487252/posts/default/7497512780492843164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015215676036487252/posts/default/7497512780492843164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadasletras.blogspot.com/2007/08/vontades.html' title='Vontades...'/><author><name>dama das letras - espaço para cativar(-se)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344976184241331447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XjxKBggriEA/RsiVE56qcnI/AAAAAAAAADw/Asm1p0n8pho/s72-c/0002s2h1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015215676036487252.post-7236456080805341296</id><published>2007-08-19T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:56:31.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas Palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XjxKBggriEA/RsiTN56qcmI/AAAAAAAAADo/sb9LQMGaco0/s1600-h/escrever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100488445091541602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XjxKBggriEA/RsiTN56qcmI/AAAAAAAAADo/sb9LQMGaco0/s320/escrever.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hoje, meus versos já não são os mesmos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;não tenho mais minha principal inspiração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Levou-a contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;e agora escrevo apenas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;palavras sem emoção,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;soltas no infinito, na imensidão do nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Palavras, palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;de que elas me valem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;se não me fazem sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;nem me trazem conformação?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Apenas descrevem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;os tormentos de minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;existência ou não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Teimosamente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;rabisco remanescentes idéias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sensações num papel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mas tudo que consigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;é perder tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tentando descrever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;aquilo que não mais posso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;explicar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sentir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;alcançar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Imobilizou-se,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Enovelou-se,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;acorrentou-se minha alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;em teu ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não vivo mais comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;somente en ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;posso poder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;querer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Minh'alma contigo se foi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;e com ela, minha paz, minha calma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Restou-me apenas um papel em branco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;e uma caneta com tinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;cor-de-solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;para escrever apenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;palavras vazias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Laetitia Rosae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015215676036487252-7236456080805341296?l=damadasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/7236456080805341296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015215676036487252&amp;postID=7236456080805341296' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015215676036487252/posts/default/7236456080805341296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015215676036487252/posts/default/7236456080805341296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadasletras.blogspot.com/2007/08/apenas-palavras.html' title='Apenas Palavras'/><author><name>dama das letras - espaço para cativar(-se)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344976184241331447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XjxKBggriEA/RsiTN56qcmI/AAAAAAAAADo/sb9LQMGaco0/s72-c/escrever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015215676036487252.post-8873518181806772808</id><published>2007-08-15T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:56:31.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Refletindo sobre o Amor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XjxKBggriEA/RsOB-oR7QiI/AAAAAAAAADI/kp4Udaz-gBs/s1600-h/amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099062116078010914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XjxKBggriEA/RsOB-oR7QiI/AAAAAAAAADI/kp4Udaz-gBs/s400/amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"De meus sentimentos, restaram apenas mágoas e palavras não ditas. O passado não importa mais, só importam as lembranças de que um dia eu fui capaz de amar alguém, e enquanto houver o silêncio das palavras e o som de uma música que marcou alguma coisa importante, eu vou lembrar de tudo o que houve entre nós e desejar que eu possa transformar meu passado em algo, no futuro, bom e gostoso de lembrar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades são águas passadas que se acumulam em nossos corações, inundam nossos pensamentos, transbordam por nossos olhos, deslizam em gotículas de lembranças que por fim, morrem na realidade de nossos lábios."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Com a nossa separação, ambos perdemos muito. Eu perdi porque você foi a pessoa que mais amei em minha vida. Você perdeu, porque fui a pessoa que mais te amou em toda sua vida. Mas de nós dois, você foi a pessoa que mais perdeu, porque eu posso vir a amar outra pessoa como eu te amei, e você jamais terá alguém que te amou tanto quanto eu !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Que os sonhos faça-nos realizar o que a realidade não nos permite sonhar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quando se ama, não é preciso entender o que acontece lá fora, porque tudo passa a acontecer dentro de nós."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015215676036487252-8873518181806772808?l=damadasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/8873518181806772808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015215676036487252&amp;postID=8873518181806772808' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015215676036487252/posts/default/8873518181806772808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015215676036487252/posts/default/8873518181806772808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadasletras.blogspot.com/2007/08/de-meus-sentimentos-restaram-apenas.html' title='Refletindo sobre o Amor!'/><author><name>dama das letras - espaço para cativar(-se)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344976184241331447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XjxKBggriEA/RsOB-oR7QiI/AAAAAAAAADI/kp4Udaz-gBs/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015215676036487252.post-3258614519455572116</id><published>2007-08-15T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:56:31.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah o Amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XjxKBggriEA/RsOD_4R7QjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/f5BxFyoVwXw/s1600-h/ahoamor.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099064336576102962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XjxKBggriEA/RsOD_4R7QjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/f5BxFyoVwXw/s400/ahoamor.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Busquei no horizonte uma forma nova de ser feliz.... Nada achei! Busquei na meia-noite uma maneira suave de sonhar... Não adormeci! Busquei então, onde a razão não pode alcançar, fui dentro de mim, bem profundo e quase sem querer te descobri por entre letras mágicas e risos escondidos... te achei!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"O tempo pode apagar a lembrança de um corpo ou de um rosto, mas nunca os das pessoas como você que souberam fazer de um pequeno instante, um grande momento!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Quando duas pessoas se amam, elas não se submetem e não se dominam, apenas se completam."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Talvez tenha sido por um olhar...Talves por um sorriso...Talvez tenha sido por aquelas palavras ou talvez aquele instante contigo...Talvez um dia estaremos juntos e talvez tudo será esquecido...Talvez possa existir outros momentos e aí quem sabe...Nem tudo estará perdido."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;"Depois que um corpo comporta outro corpo, nenhum coração suporta o pouco."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"O destino une e separa pessoas. Mas nenhuma força é tão grande para fazer esquecer pessoas, que por algum motivo um dia nos fizeram feliz !!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"O único momento que não estou pensando em você, é quando estou dormindo, porque aí eu não estou pensando, estou sonhando."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Nunca diga que amou alguém e o esqueceu, diga apenas que não quer falar nele para que seus olhos não se encham de lágrimas, pois mais vale a tristeza do adeus do que a certeza do nunca mais."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Se algum dia amares de verdade, e este amor não for correspondido, não fique triste pois a vida continua. Mais bela do que sempre. Sabe porque? Porque você provou que sabe amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Não importa o tempo ou a distância. Quero apenas ter a oportunidade de fazer você feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Saudade não significa apenas que estamos longe, mas sim que um dia estivemos juntos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Venha mergulhar no meu corpo, venha sentir a minha pele, escute meu coração cantar, para você só você sonhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015215676036487252-3258614519455572116?l=damadasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/3258614519455572116/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015215676036487252&amp;postID=3258614519455572116' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015215676036487252/posts/default/3258614519455572116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015215676036487252/posts/default/3258614519455572116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadasletras.blogspot.com/2007/08/ah-o-amor.html' title='Ah o Amor...'/><author><name>dama das letras - espaço para cativar(-se)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344976184241331447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XjxKBggriEA/RsOD_4R7QjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/f5BxFyoVwXw/s72-c/ahoamor.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015215676036487252.post-5709513949440633282</id><published>2007-08-12T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:56:31.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procurando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XjxKBggriEA/Rr9PF4R7QeI/AAAAAAAAACo/jqbXUUBkX1k/s1600-h/sozinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097880265632203234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XjxKBggriEA/Rr9PF4R7QeI/AAAAAAAAACo/jqbXUUBkX1k/s400/sozinho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eis que me questiono sobre como tenho tratado os meus sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sinto-me, nesse instante, como que vazia. Não tenho encontrado aquilo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;que sempre achei como ideal e ,a cada dia, parece aprofundar-se mais e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;parece ficar mais utópico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Procuro muitas coisas dentro de meu ser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;percebo que vivi momentos ótimos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;outros tristes,mas consegui superá-los.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sempre supera-se um sentimento não resolvido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Procuro pela faceta do amor mais puro e singelo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;aquele amor-doação com que poucos são agraciados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não sei se o encontrarei, mas enquanto tiver vida e forças &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;para procurá-lo, eu continuarei minha busca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E quando o encontrar...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tornarei meus momentos únicos e especiais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tornarei instantes em eternidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tornarei o plural num singular perfeito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e então tornarei minha vida em felicidade plena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Minha alma sonha desesperadamente que esse dia chegue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e que eu possa reconhecer o Amor quando com ele me encontrar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laetitia Rosae&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015215676036487252-5709513949440633282?l=damadasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/5709513949440633282/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015215676036487252&amp;postID=5709513949440633282' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015215676036487252/posts/default/5709513949440633282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015215676036487252/posts/default/5709513949440633282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadasletras.blogspot.com/2007/08/procurando.html' title='Procurando...'/><author><name>dama das letras - espaço para cativar(-se)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344976184241331447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XjxKBggriEA/Rr9PF4R7QeI/AAAAAAAAACo/jqbXUUBkX1k/s72-c/sozinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015215676036487252.post-6220352368552964096</id><published>2007-08-12T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:56:31.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recordar é Viver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XjxKBggriEA/Rr9U74R7QhI/AAAAAAAAADA/n0--1J9D3Dc/s1600-h/eupdsol.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097886690903278098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XjxKBggriEA/Rr9U74R7QhI/AAAAAAAAADA/n0--1J9D3Dc/s400/eupdsol.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XjxKBggriEA/Rr9Qz4R7QfI/AAAAAAAAACw/LAO0hMitY2M/s1600-h/eusol.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Vês, lá longe, os campos de trigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O trigo, pra mim, é inútil. Os campos de trigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;não me lembram coisa nenhuma. E isso é triste!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mas, tu tens cabelos cor de ouro. Então será &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;maravilhoso quando me tiveres cativado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O trigo, que é dourado, fará lembrar-me de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E eu amarei o barulho do vento no trigo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Exupéry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A sabedoria popular consagrou essa verdade: "Recordar é viver".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Por isso, enquanto a esperança e a saudade me prendem a alguém que amo, sei que jamais morrerei. Estarei, para sempre, vivo no coração do amigo. E ele, também ele, não morrerá. Conservá-lo-ei eternamente comigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E aprenderei a amar o que ele ama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gostar do que ele gosta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aprenderei a lembrá-lo, através de tudo que faz parte de sua vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;através de tudo que lhe é semelhante, através de tudo que sua mão tocou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;As flores que ele ama, terão para mim um sentido novo: passarei a amá-las também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Os pinheiros que ele aprecia, falar-me-ão dele toda vez que vislumbrar suas copas no horizonte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;A areia da praia que ele pisa, far-me-á descobrir, entre milhares, as suas pegadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;E amarei as ondas do mar, a areia e o vento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;porque ele os ama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E o pôr-do-sol - quando os edifícios da cidade não me roubarem a alegria de contemplá-lo - o pôr-do-sol me falará de sua presença, quando juntos ficamos, meditando no horizonte infindo, como infindo era o desejo de felicidade que alimentávamos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Carlos Afonso Schimitt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015215676036487252-6220352368552964096?l=damadasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/6220352368552964096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015215676036487252&amp;postID=6220352368552964096' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015215676036487252/posts/default/6220352368552964096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015215676036487252/posts/default/6220352368552964096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadasletras.blogspot.com/2007/08/recordar-viver.html' title='Recordar é Viver'/><author><name>dama das letras - espaço para cativar(-se)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344976184241331447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XjxKBggriEA/Rr9U74R7QhI/AAAAAAAAADA/n0--1J9D3Dc/s72-c/eupdsol.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015215676036487252.post-4974139926278823441</id><published>2007-07-29T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:56:32.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um pouco de meus instantes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjxKBggriEA/Rqzm54R7QbI/AAAAAAAAACA/ykI0VdhRdr8/s1600-h/eumarpensativa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092699160683692466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjxKBggriEA/Rqzm54R7QbI/AAAAAAAAACA/ykI0VdhRdr8/s400/eumarpensativa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho refletido nesses últimos dias, principalmente neste mês de julho, sobre o que tenho vivido, sobre pessoas que passaram em minha vida, sobre lugares por que passei, sobre coisas que fiz, ou seja, tenho passado momentos nostálgicos. Alguns desses momentos me arrancam um sorriso do rosto e muitas vezes me pego a sorrir sozinha, já outros vêm com um gosto de amargura em meus lábios, sinto uma pontada em meu coração quando eles ocorrem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Primeiro que revi uns velhos amigos do tempo do colégio, e (nossa!) como o tempo passa e a gente nem percebe. Não há tantas mudanças físicas, mas cada um seguiu seu rumo e muitos já estão casados ou noivos. Fico a me perguntar quando será minha vez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Segundo que li um belíssimo livro(Na Margem do Rio Piedra Eu Sentei e Chorei-Paulo Coelho) que fala sobre momentos mágicos que ocorrem todos os dias em nossas vidas, sobre o amor e fiquei a questionar-me se deixo que estes momentos ocorram e se encontrarei alguém com quem compartilharei o verdadeiro amor. Até agora o amor só tem mostrado sua face ácida para mim, só tenho vivido a dor do amor e não o doce prazer que ele traz, por questões de abandonos e decepções.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terceiro que venho notando como muitas coisas nessa vida são desnecessárias e como a maioria das pessoas dão-lhes tanta importância,tornando-as vazias e egoístas. Não quero ser mais uma dessas pessoas.Quero viver a diferença e na diferença,mas pra isso quero encontrar pessoas dispostas a esse mesmo fim.Talvez esteja procurando no lugar errado, ou melhor, talvez não preciso procurar porque pra conseguir essa façanha tudo depende de uma simples mudança, uma mudança em mim, em meu modo de agir e pensar. Estou tentando deixar minha mente mais aberta para alguns assuntos q eu tinha como tabus ou pecados, assuntos que me desencorajavam, agora encaro-os de outra maneira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quarto que entristeço-me ao ver que alguns momentos dedicados a certas pessoas jamais se repetirão, a não ser em minha memória. Tenho perdido pessoas que tinha como preciosas e essenciais em minha vida e sinto que cada perda leva um pedaço de mim. Muitas vezes me sinto fraca, sinto vontade de escrever algo pra elas, de escutar suas vozes mais uma vez, mas tenho medo de mexer no passado e machucar-me e machucá-las mais ainda. Mas sinto-me tão triste ao imaginar que talvez nunca venhamos a nos falar de novo. Queria que fosse diferente. É verdade que o tempo e o silêncio nos dizem muitas coisas,mas sinto saudades e muita!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem, após tanta reflexão e desabafo vem-me apenas a consolação de que a dor da saudade diminuirá com o tempo e que apesar de tudo, ainda tenho em minha memória os momentos alegres e maravilhosos que tive, isso ninguem jamais me tirará, e cada vez que os relembro eu os revivo! É claro que não quero viver apenas dessas lembranças, pelo contrário, quero tê-las ao meu alcance somente quando necessárias e quero viver muitos outros momentos mais especiais com outras pessoas mais especiais, porque minha vida se torna cada vez mais especial pra mim!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laetitia Rosae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015215676036487252-4974139926278823441?l=damadasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/4974139926278823441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015215676036487252&amp;postID=4974139926278823441' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015215676036487252/posts/default/4974139926278823441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015215676036487252/posts/default/4974139926278823441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadasletras.blogspot.com/2007/07/um-pouco-de-meus-instantes.html' title='Um pouco de meus instantes'/><author><name>dama das letras - espaço para cativar(-se)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344976184241331447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XjxKBggriEA/Rqzm54R7QbI/AAAAAAAAACA/ykI0VdhRdr8/s72-c/eumarpensativa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015215676036487252.post-4218785328151838272</id><published>2007-07-29T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:56:32.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aceitação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XjxKBggriEA/RqzXzIR7QaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/P5-DLa4S_aw/s1600-h/navio.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092682552045158818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XjxKBggriEA/RqzXzIR7QaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/P5-DLa4S_aw/s320/navio.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É mais fácil pousar o ouvido nas nuvens &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e sentir passar as estrelas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;do que prendê-lo à terra e alcançar o rumor dos teus passos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É mais fácil, também, debruçar os olhos no oceano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e assistir, lá no fundo, ao nascimento mudo das formas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que desejar que apareças, criando com teu simples gesto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;o sinal de uma eterna esperança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não me interessam mais nem as estrelas, nem as fomas do mar, nem tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cecília Meireles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015215676036487252-4218785328151838272?l=damadasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/4218785328151838272/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015215676036487252&amp;postID=4218785328151838272' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015215676036487252/posts/default/4218785328151838272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015215676036487252/posts/default/4218785328151838272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadasletras.blogspot.com/2007/07/aceitao.html' title='Aceitação'/><author><name>dama das letras - espaço para cativar(-se)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344976184241331447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XjxKBggriEA/RqzXzIR7QaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/P5-DLa4S_aw/s72-c/navio.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015215676036487252.post-6529274954735241888</id><published>2007-07-11T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:56:05.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pôr-do-sol/Nascer do Sol</title><content type='html'>Dizem q,na hora do crepúsculo, coisas fantásticas acontecem!É muito belo,mas depende do ponto de vista.Para os amantes, é a hora do feliz e esperado encontro com o prazer.Para outras pessoas, é quando chega a hora tenebrosa,a noite,q traz consigo confusão e angústia.É a hora em que a solidão mais bate...É por isso q eu prefiro o nascer do sol-espetáculo belíssimo tbm-,pois é a hora em que a vida brota,o que era trevas vira luz.A esperança ressurge.Nada como o despertar de um dia após uma noite desértica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laetitia Rosae&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015215676036487252-6529274954735241888?l=damadasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/6529274954735241888/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015215676036487252&amp;postID=6529274954735241888' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015215676036487252/posts/default/6529274954735241888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015215676036487252/posts/default/6529274954735241888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadasletras.blogspot.com/2007/07/pr-do-solnascer-do-sol.html' title='Pôr-do-sol/Nascer do Sol'/><author><name>dama das letras - espaço para cativar(-se)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344976184241331447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015215676036487252.post-4959194572634932928</id><published>2007-05-06T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:56:32.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anseios de Infinito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XjxKBggriEA/Rr9SRYR7QgI/AAAAAAAAAC4/I08_l27USLY/s1600-h/Hugo%20Dias%20-%20solidao%20-%20T1%20-%2096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097883761735582210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XjxKBggriEA/Rr9SRYR7QgI/AAAAAAAAAC4/I08_l27USLY/s400/Hugo%2520Dias%2520-%2520solidao%2520-%2520T1%2520-%252096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Quando a gente está triste demais, gosta do pôr-do-dol...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Exupéry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta passagem do P.P. me questiona e impressiona ao mesmo tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Há uma tristeza que se confunde com melancolia, com saudade, com nostalgia... de quê?-Do infinito que mora dentro da gente e é sufocado pelas preocupações terrenas, na luta voraz pela sobrevivência?&lt;br /&gt;Atrás de um pôr-do-sol há horizontes que nossos olhos não atingem. Apenas o coração é capaz de chegar até lá.&lt;br /&gt;Nos momentos em que estou a sós comigo, parece que uma estranha saudade toma conta de mim, saudade de Alguém que nem ao certo sei quem é;saudade que ao mesmo tempo é esperança-de-encontro com tudo aquilo que a terra não pode me dar.&lt;br /&gt;E fico imaginando como seria bom um oásis de paz! Como seria bom encontrar uma Resposta para as inquietudes do coração!Como seria bom se a tristeza acabasse e a alegria fosse perene!&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso questiona minha descrença. Arrasa minha auto-suficiência. Derruba minha pouca sabedoria. E de mãos vazias, encontro-me diante do Infinito.&lt;br /&gt;Para onde estou eu caminhando?&lt;br /&gt;Quem me apontará o caminho certo? &lt;em&gt;C.A.Schmitt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015215676036487252-4959194572634932928?l=damadasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/4959194572634932928/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015215676036487252&amp;postID=4959194572634932928' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015215676036487252/posts/default/4959194572634932928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015215676036487252/posts/default/4959194572634932928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadasletras.blogspot.com/2007/05/anseios-de-infinito.html' title='Anseios de Infinito'/><author><name>dama das letras - espaço para cativar(-se)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344976184241331447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XjxKBggriEA/Rr9SRYR7QgI/AAAAAAAAAC4/I08_l27USLY/s72-c/Hugo%2520Dias%2520-%2520solidao%2520-%2520T1%2520-%252096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015215676036487252.post-8471387294275236259</id><published>2007-03-24T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:58:23.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>loucura,loucura minha verbalizada</title><content type='html'>A transitividade&lt;br /&gt;dos verbos transitivos&lt;br /&gt;faz-me transitar&lt;br /&gt;entre o trânsito&lt;br /&gt;transitório&lt;br /&gt;das conjugações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As conjugações&lt;br /&gt;conjugadas&lt;br /&gt;dos verbos&lt;br /&gt;conjugáveis&lt;br /&gt;fazem-me conjugar&lt;br /&gt;o conjunto infinito&lt;br /&gt;dos paradigmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os paradigmas&lt;br /&gt;paradigmáticos&lt;br /&gt;dos verbos&lt;br /&gt;fazem-me usar&lt;br /&gt;esses paradigmas&lt;br /&gt;nas mais diversas&lt;br /&gt;maneiras de pensar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensar,&lt;br /&gt;que é um verbo,&lt;br /&gt;faz-me utilizar&lt;br /&gt;a transitividade,&lt;br /&gt;as conjugações.&lt;br /&gt;os paradigmas&lt;br /&gt;de forma a concluir&lt;br /&gt;uma idéia,&lt;br /&gt;um pensamento&lt;br /&gt;verbalizado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Laetitia Rosae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015215676036487252-8471387294275236259?l=damadasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/8471387294275236259/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015215676036487252&amp;postID=8471387294275236259' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015215676036487252/posts/default/8471387294275236259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015215676036487252/posts/default/8471387294275236259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadasletras.blogspot.com/2007/03/loucuraloucura-minha-verbalizada.html' title='loucura,loucura minha verbalizada'/><author><name>dama das letras - espaço para cativar(-se)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344976184241331447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015215676036487252.post-4003281675493830117</id><published>2007-03-24T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:58:52.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dois em um</title><content type='html'>O outro que vive em mim&lt;br /&gt;contempla o eu que gostaria de ser.&lt;br /&gt;O eu, que é templo do outro,&lt;br /&gt;esconde o ser que gostaria de não ter em si.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O eu e o outro são assim,&lt;br /&gt;vivem não querendo ser&lt;br /&gt;o que são&lt;br /&gt;e vivendo o que não são.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto um é passivo,maleável,&lt;br /&gt;o outro é excentrico,indomável.&lt;br /&gt;O outro é aquilo que os outros veem de mim,&lt;br /&gt;porém sou o eu que ninguém ve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei mais quem devo ser,&lt;br /&gt;se vivo o eu ou o outro em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Porém, se acabar com o outro,&lt;br /&gt;o eu ficará incompleto assim,&lt;br /&gt;e se acabar com o eu,&lt;br /&gt;como viverei sem mim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O eu e o outro formam o ser que sou,&lt;br /&gt;o ser que se completa e se divide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laetitia Rosae&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015215676036487252-4003281675493830117?l=damadasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/4003281675493830117/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015215676036487252&amp;postID=4003281675493830117' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015215676036487252/posts/default/4003281675493830117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015215676036487252/posts/default/4003281675493830117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadasletras.blogspot.com/2007/03/dois-em-um.html' title='Dois em um'/><author><name>dama das letras - espaço para cativar(-se)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344976184241331447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015215676036487252.post-3271324164774918755</id><published>2007-03-24T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:56:32.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vozes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XjxKBggriEA/RsOJLoR7QlI/AAAAAAAAADg/vNAns2t49_g/s1600-h/04_12_anjo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099070035997704786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XjxKBggriEA/RsOJLoR7QlI/AAAAAAAAADg/vNAns2t49_g/s320/04_12_anjo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouço vozes&lt;br /&gt;que sussurram&lt;br /&gt;de forma sufocada&lt;br /&gt;algo quase inaudível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouço vozes&lt;br /&gt;que suplicam&lt;br /&gt;de forma estendida&lt;br /&gt;algo quase intangível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouço vozes&lt;br /&gt;que gritam&lt;br /&gt;de forma exacerbada&lt;br /&gt;algo quase insuportável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não ouço vozes,&lt;br /&gt;ouço apenas o silencio&lt;br /&gt;que fala&lt;br /&gt;de forma calada,muda&lt;br /&gt;algo quase incomunicável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laetitia Rosae&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015215676036487252-3271324164774918755?l=damadasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/3271324164774918755/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015215676036487252&amp;postID=3271324164774918755' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015215676036487252/posts/default/3271324164774918755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015215676036487252/posts/default/3271324164774918755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadasletras.blogspot.com/2007/03/vozes.html' title='Vozes'/><author><name>dama das letras - espaço para cativar(-se)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344976184241331447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XjxKBggriEA/RsOJLoR7QlI/AAAAAAAAADg/vNAns2t49_g/s72-c/04_12_anjo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015215676036487252.post-3715227912108595064</id><published>2007-03-24T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:59:48.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escuridão e pequenez</title><content type='html'>Numa sala escura,&lt;br /&gt;ponho-me a meditar&lt;br /&gt;sobre a pequenez das coisas&lt;br /&gt;que achamos grandes.&lt;br /&gt;Apesar da escuridão,&lt;br /&gt;dá para se pensar bem,&lt;br /&gt;a escuridão não atrapalha&lt;br /&gt;o raciocínio,&lt;br /&gt;pelo contrário,ela o incita,&lt;br /&gt;afinal é na hora em que fechamos os olhos&lt;br /&gt;que começamos a viver&lt;br /&gt;num mundo de fantasias reais&lt;br /&gt;ou num mundo de realidades fantasiosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É na escuridão que vejo as coisas&lt;br /&gt;de forma mais clara,&lt;br /&gt;é na pequenez das coisas que vejo&lt;br /&gt;a grandeza escondida.&lt;br /&gt;É na escuridão de meu ser&lt;br /&gt;que vejo a luz ainda,&lt;br /&gt;é na pequenez da minha existência&lt;br /&gt;que vejo a grandeza da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São nas coisas imperceptíveis&lt;br /&gt;que meus sentidos ficam mais sensíveis,&lt;br /&gt;é na falta de sentido que sinto.&lt;br /&gt;Como posso sentir e pensar?&lt;br /&gt;Será que apenas penso que sinto?&lt;br /&gt;Será que apenas finjo e minto?&lt;br /&gt;Não quero pensar,&lt;br /&gt;quero apenas viver&lt;br /&gt;minha escuridão&lt;br /&gt;e minha pequenez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laetitia Rosae&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015215676036487252-3715227912108595064?l=damadasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/3715227912108595064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015215676036487252&amp;postID=3715227912108595064' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015215676036487252/posts/default/3715227912108595064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015215676036487252/posts/default/3715227912108595064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadasletras.blogspot.com/2007/03/escurido-e-pequenez.html' title='Escuridão e pequenez'/><author><name>dama das letras - espaço para cativar(-se)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344976184241331447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015215676036487252.post-3014536352405651385</id><published>2007-03-24T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T13:00:24.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meus versos...</title><content type='html'>Se não sou compreendida,&lt;br /&gt;meus versos me compreendem.&lt;br /&gt;Se não sou ouvida,&lt;br /&gt;meus versos me ouvem.&lt;br /&gt;Se não sou amada,&lt;br /&gt;amo meus versos amantes.&lt;br /&gt;Se sou esquecida,&lt;br /&gt;meus versos me fazem ser lembrada.&lt;br /&gt;Se sou comedida,&lt;br /&gt;meus versos escancaram minha vontade.&lt;br /&gt;Se sou fingida,&lt;br /&gt;meus versos mostram minha verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Se sou calada,&lt;br /&gt;meus versos falam por mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laetitia Rosae&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015215676036487252-3014536352405651385?l=damadasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/3014536352405651385/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015215676036487252&amp;postID=3014536352405651385' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015215676036487252/posts/default/3014536352405651385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015215676036487252/posts/default/3014536352405651385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadasletras.blogspot.com/2007/03/meus-versos.html' title='Meus versos...'/><author><name>dama das letras - espaço para cativar(-se)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344976184241331447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015215676036487252.post-2543413595081533481</id><published>2007-03-24T07:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T13:01:01.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Onde ela está?</title><content type='html'>Ah!A beleza!Onde ela se esconde?&lt;br /&gt;Está entre as coisas obscuras,&lt;br /&gt;escondidas na mais íntima intimidade.&lt;br /&gt;A beleza está no sentimento sentido&lt;br /&gt;e escrito no papel;&lt;br /&gt;está no pensamento refletido&lt;br /&gt;pelo mais doce mel&lt;br /&gt;que se faz tinta&lt;br /&gt;para o amante da coisa amada,&lt;br /&gt;querida, desejada,&lt;br /&gt;que é a poesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beleza está na esperança&lt;br /&gt;de que em um belo dia&lt;br /&gt;no último sopro de vida,&lt;br /&gt;a vida se torne um verso inacabado,&lt;br /&gt;modelo&lt;br /&gt;de um poeta que lhe seja espelho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laetitia Rosae&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015215676036487252-2543413595081533481?l=damadasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/2543413595081533481/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015215676036487252&amp;postID=2543413595081533481' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015215676036487252/posts/default/2543413595081533481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015215676036487252/posts/default/2543413595081533481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadasletras.blogspot.com/2007/03/onde-ela-est.html' title='Onde ela está?'/><author><name>dama das letras - espaço para cativar(-se)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344976184241331447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015215676036487252.post-6851276910755396634</id><published>2007-03-24T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T13:01:27.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O porquê</title><content type='html'>Hoje minh'alma só tem sossego&lt;br /&gt;quando escrevo&lt;br /&gt;nem que sejam algumas poucas palavras&lt;br /&gt;sem sentido.&lt;br /&gt;Meu ser agora só se completa&lt;br /&gt;com o fervor da poesia&lt;br /&gt;que aquece meu infinito perdido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não vivo mais nesse mundo,&lt;br /&gt;vivo agora no mundo das rimas,&lt;br /&gt;dos versos que escrevi e escreverei&lt;br /&gt;um dia&lt;br /&gt;e quem sabe,&lt;br /&gt;com muita alegria,&lt;br /&gt;viverei como os poetas.&lt;br /&gt;Agora entendo o amor deles&lt;br /&gt;por esse maravilhos universo&lt;br /&gt;que consome, preenche e expõe&lt;br /&gt;a verdadeira essência do ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou apenas instrumento&lt;br /&gt;entre o pensamento e o papel,&lt;br /&gt;sou mero coadjuvante&lt;br /&gt;na beleza desse céu,&lt;br /&gt;que é escrever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laetitia Rosae&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015215676036487252-6851276910755396634?l=damadasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/6851276910755396634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015215676036487252&amp;postID=6851276910755396634' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015215676036487252/posts/default/6851276910755396634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015215676036487252/posts/default/6851276910755396634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadasletras.blogspot.com/2007/03/o-porqu.html' title='O porquê'/><author><name>dama das letras - espaço para cativar(-se)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344976184241331447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015215676036487252.post-3835665556440618370</id><published>2007-03-24T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T13:02:40.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Versos íntimos</title><content type='html'>Escrever além do mais íntimo,&lt;br /&gt;do mais oculto sentimento,&lt;br /&gt;da mais profunda dor,&lt;br /&gt;eis o que queria.&lt;br /&gt;Queria um verso, uma poesia&lt;br /&gt;que falasse não de coisas certas,&lt;br /&gt;mas de coisas tortas,&lt;br /&gt;coisas como feridas abertas e gemidos&lt;br /&gt;entre paredes e portas.&lt;br /&gt;Um verso livre que falasse&lt;br /&gt;da minha vida mórbida,&lt;br /&gt;que mostrasse meus tormentos&lt;br /&gt;assim como o vento faz&lt;br /&gt;ao levar meus pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças vagas,&lt;br /&gt;sentimentos confusos,&lt;br /&gt;tudo devaga&lt;br /&gt;nesse tempo infuso.&lt;br /&gt;Hora incerta de estar&lt;br /&gt;entre janelas&lt;br /&gt;a espiar a brisa&lt;br /&gt;que passa, não passa&lt;br /&gt;no fazer e refazer&lt;br /&gt;da aurora e da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laetitia Rosae&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015215676036487252-3835665556440618370?l=damadasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/3835665556440618370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015215676036487252&amp;postID=3835665556440618370' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015215676036487252/posts/default/3835665556440618370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015215676036487252/posts/default/3835665556440618370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadasletras.blogspot.com/2007/03/versos-ntimos.html' title='Versos íntimos'/><author><name>dama das letras - espaço para cativar(-se)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344976184241331447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015215676036487252.post-195959679880379830</id><published>2007-03-24T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T13:03:09.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem sou?</title><content type='html'>Sonho em ser eu&lt;br /&gt;quando descobrir quem sou&lt;br /&gt;porque não sei quem hoje&lt;br /&gt;estou sendo&lt;br /&gt;apenas amanhã não quero ser&lt;br /&gt;o que hoje sou e sinto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laetitia Rosae&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015215676036487252-195959679880379830?l=damadasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/195959679880379830/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015215676036487252&amp;postID=195959679880379830' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015215676036487252/posts/default/195959679880379830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015215676036487252/posts/default/195959679880379830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadasletras.blogspot.com/2007/03/quem-sou.html' title='Quem sou?'/><author><name>dama das letras - 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