tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15647886568027536442012-01-30T07:55:15.856-02:00POETAS FERIDOS, POSTAGENS FERINASFerina*izil*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390201748293295215noreply@blogger.comBlogger7401100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-33148394718385103602012-01-28T09:28:00.001-02:002012-01-30T00:31:29.972-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ri1Hl2gUc9U/TyYA02v653I/AAAAAAAAIB0/A9m2L3EoG5s/s1600/Eu+e+as+feras=MA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ri1Hl2gUc9U/TyYA02v653I/AAAAAAAAIB0/A9m2L3EoG5s/s200/Eu+e+as+feras=MA.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><b style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Estou no circo,<br />no meio da arena,<br />ninguém na platéia,<br />sou tão pequena,<br />as feras me olham,<br />tenho medo,<br />elas tem pena,<br />parecem entender,<br />não vão me comer...<br />(Acordo suando,<br />estava sonhando...)<br />.<br />Suely Ribella © </span></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-3314839471838510360?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16861852460873611479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-81363286220755010922012-01-23T12:23:00.000-02:002012-01-30T00:20:46.839-02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/R44iuyRVYiI/AAAAAAAAA6w/d6B4LR75QIo/s1600-h/ampulheta.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156096810549600802" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/R44iuyRVYiI/AAAAAAAAA6w/d6B4LR75QIo/s320/ampulheta.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana;">Não brinques com meu coração<br />Não preciso das migalhas do seu amor<br />Passei do estágio de brincar de amar<br />Cresci o suficiente para saber<br />diferenciar amor do engodo<br />Não vale a pena ficar na ilusão,<br />Ter sentimentos por alguém<br />que da vida só quer distração<br />Não me interessa esperar mais,<br />já amadureci<br />Compreendi que a vida não<br />vai me dar mais tempo para<br />ficar brincando,esperando<br />Se for para amar que seja um<br />amor real, leal<br />Nada mais de esperar por você,<br />por um dia que nunca vai chegar</span></div><div><span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana;">.</span></div><div><span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana;">Ferina*izil*</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-8136328622075501092?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ferina*izil*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390201748293295215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-51597300725355303952012-01-18T14:28:00.000-02:002012-01-25T18:27:08.869-02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/SV9oW_TjphI/AAAAAAAAB5U/0xoTi2ofc-s/s1600-h/1851017Filipe-Pombo.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287059231716124178" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/SV9oW_TjphI/AAAAAAAAB5U/0xoTi2ofc-s/s320/1851017Filipe-Pombo.jpg" style="height: 210px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><div><span style="color: red; font-family: verdana;">Ela já o tinha provado<br />Já sabia daquele gosto<br />Uma vez experimentado<br />Não se esquecia o sabor<br /><br />Ela já o tinha amado<br />E com todas as forças<br />Tentou odia-ló<br />Mas lembrava-se mesmo<br />era do sabor<br /><br />A dor lhe vinha à mente<br />Rodopiava sua cabeça<br />Mas perdia as forças<br />Quando se lembrava do sabor</span></div><div><span style="color: red; font-family: verdana;">.</span></div><div><span style="color: red; font-family: verdana;">Ferina*izil*</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-5159730072535530395?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ferina*izil*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390201748293295215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-55687083814947611662012-01-13T10:52:00.000-02:002012-01-13T10:52:00.705-02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_km8OHdFE8TY/SDh3HVe4-2I/AAAAAAAABic/SpKOPvIP-jA/s1600-h/FF-Acuada.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204040337336105826" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_km8OHdFE8TY/SDh3HVe4-2I/AAAAAAAABic/SpKOPvIP-jA/s200/FF-Acuada.jpg" /></a><br /><div style="font-weight: bold;"><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"><span style="color: #009900;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Convivi<br />com quem não amei,<br />fui maltratada,<br />humilhada,<br />chorei...<br />Tiraram de mim<br />a alegria, a doçura,<br />conheci, sem querer,<br />o medo, a tortura,<br />me abraçaram<br />a tristeza, a amargura...<br />Fugiram de mim<br />a confiança,<br />o amor, a esperança...<br />Não me deixaram viver,<br />sonhar, sorrir...<br />Acuada,<br />não me permiti amar...<br />até te encontrar...<br />. </span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"><span style="color: #009900;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Suely Ribella ©<br /></span></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-5568708381494761166?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16861852460873611479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-37299336988345569192012-01-08T20:56:00.004-02:002012-01-08T21:09:30.299-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yPO5T7J978Q/TwohJcSO5aI/AAAAAAAABZA/wd1qDC7SsB8/s1600/sereia2012.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yPO5T7J978Q/TwohJcSO5aI/AAAAAAAABZA/wd1qDC7SsB8/s320/sereia2012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695401124858619298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">esse navegar</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">dentro do mar</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">com o destino preso</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">nas correntezas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">dominado pelo medo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">buscando</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">desesperadamente</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">alcançar a superfície</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ver o céu</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">com olhos livres</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">esse horizonte</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">sempre tão lindo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">quanto inalcansável</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Ferina * Karolina B</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-3729933698834556919?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Karol ---de BH---noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-82258716190647562842012-01-03T10:19:00.000-02:002012-01-08T22:43:32.378-02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/Rw7PAinO9mI/AAAAAAAAAp8/ga9bp753sp8/s1600-h/110370-s.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120257434565146210" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/Rw7PAinO9mI/AAAAAAAAAp8/ga9bp753sp8/s320/110370-s.jpg" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: verdana;">Cristalizei no tempo<br />todos meus sentimentos<br />Não tenho mais magoas<br />nem amores<br />Estou imune a qualquer<br />sentimento<br />Tenho que defender-me<br />de acontecimentos que<br />não me agradam<br />Agora nada mais<br />atinge-me<br />Não possuo mais<br />sensibilidade<br />Acabou...</span></div><br /><div><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;">Ferina*Izil*</span> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-8225871619064756284?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ferina*izil*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390201748293295215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-51049349189760691272011-12-29T08:00:00.010-02:002011-12-29T08:00:06.441-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--J0lpK6vaNs/TvgAwfwMvVI/AAAAAAAAIA8/5kZ1Bu6p6og/s1600/Beijos%253DCP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="199" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--J0lpK6vaNs/TvgAwfwMvVI/AAAAAAAAIA8/5kZ1Bu6p6og/s200/Beijos%253DCP.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><b style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Da vida,<br />o beijo espero,<br />não desespero,<br />não sou escolhida,<br />aguardo,<br />me resguardo...<br /><br />Da morte, <br />o beijo aguardo,<br />não me guardo,<br />alguma sorte<br />e ela vem...<br />Amém...<br />. <br />Suely Ribella © </b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-5104934918976069127?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16861852460873611479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-8190676873411579022011-12-24T17:49:00.001-02:002011-12-24T17:49:00.368-02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/SFV_sO3tZqI/AAAAAAAABI4/_y0mhePC1vQ/s1600-h/Paulo+Madeira1183385.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212212541633947298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/SFV_sO3tZqI/AAAAAAAABI4/_y0mhePC1vQ/s320/Paulo+Madeira1183385.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="color: red;"><b>Por favor, não me queiras<br />em mim habita<br />algo que talvez<br />te faça mal<br /><br />Tenho uma fera<br />presa dentro de mim<br />a qualquer momento<br />ela se torna forte e se mostra<br /><br />Ela vai te ferir<br />vai te contaminar<br />ela vêm com força </b><br /></span></span></div><div><b><span style="color: red; font-family: courier new;">e traz consigo muita paixão<br /><br />Está paixão não será boa<br />ela não vai querer te libertar<br />vai te maltratar<br />Por favor, afasta-te de mim.</span></b></div><span style="color: red; font-family: courier new;">.<br /></span><br /><div><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-size: 85%;">Ferina *Izil* </span><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span style="color: red; font-family: courier new; font-size: 85%;"><b>Foto de Paulo Madeira</b></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-819067687341157902?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ferina*izil*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390201748293295215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-25933816592965015162011-12-19T14:54:00.000-02:002011-12-22T01:51:42.793-02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/Rq-xUh02heI/AAAAAAAAAX0/aB09fHBuJ9A/s1600-h/11qi1.gif"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093484669814867426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/Rq-xUh02heI/AAAAAAAAAX0/aB09fHBuJ9A/s320/11qi1.gif" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color: red; font-family: courier new;"><b>Você não tem coração<br />tornou-me apaixonada<br />despertando-me de<br />uma longa inércia<br />fazendo me querer<br />ver o mundo<br />Foi me tirando do eixo<br />fazendo me perder,<br />o equilíbrio<br />depois me largou,<br />deixou me enlouquecida<br />abandonou-me de<br />forma desumana<br />Dilacerando com toda<br />sua força meu<br />pobre coração</b></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: red; font-family: courier new;"><b>.</b></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: red; font-family: courier new; font-size: 85%;"><b>Ferina*izil*</b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-2593381659296501516?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ferina*izil*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390201748293295215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-48951836248348754302011-12-14T01:00:00.000-02:002011-12-14T01:32:30.475-02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_km8OHdFE8TY/Sc8a8_lSZLI/AAAAAAAAEHo/r0rh7fTZSMs/s1600-h/FF-Quisera.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318499320110146738" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_km8OHdFE8TY/Sc8a8_lSZLI/AAAAAAAAEHo/r0rh7fTZSMs/s200/FF-Quisera.jpg" style="height: 200px; width: 166px;" /></a><br /><div><div><div><b><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">Quisera um dia ouvir</span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">tua voz me acordando,</span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">tuas mãos me acariciando,</span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">teu corpo em mim </span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">se enroscando,</span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">teus beijos me enlouquecendo,</span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">nosso desejo ardendo,</span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">e a gente se perdendo</span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">nessa loucura sem fim...<br /><br /></span></b><b><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">Quisera um dia acordar</span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">não te querendo mais...</span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">Mas acontece que você </span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">está tatuado em mim!<br />.</span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">Suely Ribella © </span></b></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-4895183624834875430?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16861852460873611479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-37562511984728757842011-12-09T10:06:00.000-02:002011-12-09T10:27:00.320-02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/RqEaF5yz6KI/AAAAAAAAAU0/jyGK_y_uo6c/s1600-h/3dk93.tmp.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089377742620977314" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/RqEaF5yz6KI/AAAAAAAAAU0/jyGK_y_uo6c/s320/3dk93.tmp.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br /><div><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: verdana;">Loucura<br />Um passo da sanidade<br />Loucura<br />Limite da tolerância humana<br />Loucura<br />Refugio dos oprimidos<br />Mundos paralelos<br />Vidas distantes<br />Mundo de trevas aonde<br />talvez não haja dor física<br />Somente a dor da opressão<br />Da incompreensão<br />Da discriminação<br />Loucura ou Fuga<br />Solidão imposta<br />pela sanidade<br />Liberdade real</span></div><div><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: verdana;">.</span></div><div><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;">Ferina*izil*</span></div><div><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;">Foto de Frederic Sommer</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-3756251198472875784?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ferina*izil*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390201748293295215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-91482035166836322642011-12-04T12:17:00.000-02:002011-12-09T10:25:01.729-02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/RyIGjhVT2iI/AAAAAAAAAtU/yLEyWgCGuv4/s1600-h/corte.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125666533213985314" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/RyIGjhVT2iI/AAAAAAAAAtU/yLEyWgCGuv4/s320/corte.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br /><div><div align="center"><b><span style="color: red; font-family: verdana;">SE<br />É<br />PARA<br />ELOUQUECER<br />VAMOS<br />TODOS<br />JUNTOS,<br />PORQUE<br />ASSIM<br />TODOS<br />NOS<br />ENTENDEREMOS<br />NO<br />MUNDO<br />DOS<br />LOUCOS<br />QUE<br />FICA<br />EXATAMENTE<br />AQUI<br />NESTA<br />TERRA<br />DE<br />LOUCOS</span></b></div><div align="center"><span style="color: black;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: red;">Ferina *izil*</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-9148203516683632264?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ferina*izil*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390201748293295215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-72828044324265821102011-11-29T09:58:00.002-02:002011-11-29T18:36:21.888-02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_km8OHdFE8TY/SDh4F1e4-4I/AAAAAAAABis/6Y0c46q38I4/s1600-h/FF-Meu+grito.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204041411077929858" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_km8OHdFE8TY/SDh4F1e4-4I/AAAAAAAABis/6Y0c46q38I4/s200/FF-Meu+grito.jpg" /></a><br /><div style="font-weight: bold;"><div><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #009900;">Solta-me,<br />liberta-me<br />dos teus mandos,<br />desmandos,<br />comandos,<br />meu algoz,<br />atroz,<br />deixa-me ir,<br />preciso sair<br />daqui,<br />de perto de ti,<br />deste lugar<br />sem ar...<br />Enlouqueceste,<br />perdeste a noção,<br />a razão,<br />me fizeste sofrer,<br />quase morrer,<br />mal posso falar,<br />andar,<br />vou me arrastar,<br />vou embora,<br />agora,<br />quero viver<br />ou morrer<br />em paz!<br />.</span> </span></div><div><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #009900;">Suely Ribella ©<br /></span> </span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-7282804432426582110?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16861852460873611479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-51580762746081790002011-11-24T20:09:00.000-02:002011-11-29T18:33:14.058-02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/SuOJdCT9g2I/AAAAAAAACEU/yqKN3NN0OCA/s1600-h/A-Lifetime-Loneliness.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396307910449791842" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/SuOJdCT9g2I/AAAAAAAACEU/yqKN3NN0OCA/s320/A-Lifetime-Loneliness.jpg" style="height: 320px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><div><span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana;">Sou uma falsa poetisa<br />escrevo desatinos,<br />palavras idiotas<br />desculpem-me por elas<br />sei da minha curta<br />capacidade para escrever<br />Me engano pensando<br />que escrevo algo de bom<br />Mas não é real<br />aqui nada tem<br />sentido estético<br />nada é poesia<br />nada tem valor<br />vou escrevendo<br />para me enganar<br />deixando o tempo passar<br />e não ter que<br />tomar nenhuma atitude<br />Mas acho que o fim se<br />aproxima<br />talvez eu não mais escreva<br />talvez eu não mais engane<br />talvez eu morra<br />talvez eu aprenda a escrever<br />Tudo é possível.</span></div><div><span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana;">.</span></div><div><span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana;">Ferina*izil*</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-5158076274608179000?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ferina*izil*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390201748293295215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-2485324596115182552011-11-19T16:59:00.001-02:002011-11-26T20:36:11.085-02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6QgLLmqMuZs/TsAUa5niGTI/AAAAAAAABY0/6tU4Diz_wbw/s1600/waterdream.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674557982862612786" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6QgLLmqMuZs/TsAUa5niGTI/AAAAAAAABY0/6tU4Diz_wbw/s320/waterdream.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 199px; width: 268px;" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: red;">tentando acertar sempre</span><br /><span style="color: red;">ainda faço tudo errado</span><br /><span style="color: red;">a perfeição apodreceu</span><br /><span style="color: red;">um mundo antes tão vivo</span><br /><span style="color: red;">de cores, luz e frescor</span><br /><span style="color: red;">eu quero muito saber</span><br /><span style="color: red;">se estou presa no escuro</span><br /><span style="color: red;">com as mãos estendidas</span><br /><span style="color: red;">apalpando o vazio</span><br /><span style="color: red;">enquanto procuro chegar</span><br /><span style="color: red;">o que deixou de existir</span><br /><span style="color: red;">onde costumava ser</span><br /><span style="color: red;">o nosso lugar seguro</span><br /><br /><span style="color: red;">Ferina * Karolina B</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-248532459611518255?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Karol ---de BH---noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-21070047191163197462011-11-14T02:00:00.000-02:002011-11-26T20:35:18.519-02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_km8OHdFE8TY/SDh1N1e4-zI/AAAAAAAABiE/7K276qYQKcY/s1600-h/FF-Car%C3%AAncias.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204038249981999922" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_km8OHdFE8TY/SDh1N1e4-zI/AAAAAAAABiE/7K276qYQKcY/s200/FF-Car%C3%AAncias.jpg" /></a><br /><div style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #009900;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">E me vejo criança<br />triste, acuada,<br />indefesa, assustada,<br />no mundo perdida,<br />a espera de alguém<br />que num instante breve,<br />em seu colo me leve<br />e me faça dormir<br />num certo aconchego<br />de carinho e compreensão<br />que nunca tive...<br />Nunca fui livre,<br />não encontrei<br />o que procurei,<br />inútil esperança,<br />sonho de criança,<br />quase tudo se foi,<br />ficou um sorriso<br />que disfarça a tristeza<br />e esconde a verdade:<br />não tenho quem amo...<br />.<br />Suely Ribella ©<br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-2107004719116319746?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16861852460873611479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-2805361922462250342011-11-09T16:45:00.000-02:002011-11-26T20:33:54.343-02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/SCX1b8-hcFI/AAAAAAAABHg/6WqzA4erK7E/s1600-h/luzSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198831205442744402" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/SCX1b8-hcFI/AAAAAAAABHg/6WqzA4erK7E/s200/luzSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a><br /><div align="left"><span style="color: red;">Se dar</span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color: red;">a </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: red;">luz</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: red;">é</span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color: red;">um</span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color: red;">ato</span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color: red;">tão</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: red;">sublime</span><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="color: red;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color: red;">Porque meu Deus?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: red;">TU </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: #330033;"><span style="color: red;">deixas</span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: #330033;"><span style="color: red;">tantos filhos</span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: #330033;"><span style="color: red;">na rua</span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: #330033;"><span style="color: red;">no lixo</span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: #330033;"><span style="color: red;">no mato</span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: #330033;"><span style="color: red;">no mundo</span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: #330033;"><span style="color: red;">na guerra</span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: #330033;"><span style="color: red;">para serem</span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: #330033;"><span style="color: red;">"DEVORADOS"</span></span></span></div><div align="left"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/SCX5d8-hcHI/AAAAAAAABHw/LEa4J9sF6-4/s1600-h/sem+t%C3%83%C2%ADtulo.bmp"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198835637848993906" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/SCX5d8-hcHI/AAAAAAAABHw/LEa4J9sF6-4/s200/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" /></a></div><div align="left"><span style="color: red;">Ferina*izil*</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-280536192246225034?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ferina*izil*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390201748293295215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-15611452952430962802011-11-04T12:38:00.000-02:002011-11-26T20:33:31.334-02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/R7BeikWnxnI/AAAAAAAABAs/C7nlYnpLgJw/s1600-h/gse_multipart9043.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="267" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165732720561079922" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/R7BeikWnxnI/AAAAAAAABAs/C7nlYnpLgJw/s320/gse_multipart9043.jpg" width="273" /></a><br /><div><span style="color: #ff6666;"><b>Nem sempre somos<br />sutis com as palavras<br />Por vezes falamos coisas<br />com as quais ferimos alguém<br />O que importa isto agora?<br />Não vou mais me preocupar<br />Falarei tudo que quero,<br />quando quiser<br />Sabe o que mais?<br />Resolvi de hoje em diante<br />só serei feliz,<br />só falarei com pessoas felizes,<br />só andarei com felizes,<br />só amarei os felizes<br />Os tristes que me desculpem,<br />Resolvam-se por si próprio</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #ff6666;"><b>Não tenho nada com isto<br />“E ponto final”<br /></b>.</span></div><div><span style="color: #ff6666;">Ferina*izil*</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-1561145295243096280?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ferina*izil*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390201748293295215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-56483373634186246592011-10-30T16:17:00.000-02:002011-11-26T20:33:00.214-02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_km8OHdFE8TY/SDhRele4-hI/AAAAAAAABf0/C39XCV7zIiM/s1600-h/FF-Saudade+de+mim.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203998955326208530" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_km8OHdFE8TY/SDhRele4-hI/AAAAAAAABf0/C39XCV7zIiM/s200/FF-Saudade+de+mim.jpg" /></a><br /><div style="font-weight: bold;"><div align="left"><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">Você sabe o que é saudade?!<br />Sabe, sim!<br />É o que você sente<br />quando fica longe de mim!<br />É essa "coisa" aí no seu peito<br />incomodando, inquietando,<br />deixando você insatisfeito,<br />sem saber o que fazer,<br />e que você teima em dizer<br />que não sabe o que é...<br />É esse seu pensar confuso<br />que lhe põe em "parafuso"...<br />Saudade é essa vontade<br />de estar perto, falar, ouvir...<br />vontade de estar junto, sentir...<br />Saudade é uma tristeza, um vazio,<br />uma sensação de frio...<br />Saudade... é difícil definir...<br />e nem todo mundo<br />é capaz de sentir...<br />Só quem tem sensibilidade<br />sente e sabe o que é saudade...<br /><br />Você está com saudade de mim...<br />Pensa que não sei?!<br />Eu também estou assim...<br />com saudade de você...<br />. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">Suely Ribella ©</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-5648337363418624659?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16861852460873611479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-90576027193975410862011-10-25T22:22:00.000-02:002011-11-26T20:32:31.953-02:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/SBplr__4TII/AAAAAAAABGw/2NZNxfwoCPc/s1600-h/estrelas.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195576926713433218" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/SBplr__4TII/AAAAAAAABGw/2NZNxfwoCPc/s320/estrelas.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /></a><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: verdana;">A noite chega de mansinho,<br />sem estardalhaço.<br />Vem escura,<br />mas carrega consigo<br />milhões de pequenos brilhos.<br />Sozinha ela nos<br />mostra sua imensidão,<br />amedronta-nos,<br />entristece-nos,<br />envolve-nos em seu silêncio.<br />Misteriosa ela chega,<br />pega-nos em seus braços,<br />faz-nos pestanejar,<br />faz-nos adormecer,<br />adormecer e sonhar.<br />E ao acordar,<br />suspiramos aliviados,<br />mais uma vez<br />vencemos a noite...</span><br /><div><div><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: verdana;">.</span></div><div><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: verdana;">Ferina*izil*</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-9057602719397541086?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ferina*izil*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390201748293295215noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-39636361656228454002011-10-20T16:48:00.000-02:002011-11-09T00:48:05.781-02:00<span style="color: #996633;"></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/RikHZJ9eDdI/AAAAAAAAADY/74xrsaU8NQw/s1600-h/Saraiva+Digital1106780.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="240" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055580185451957714" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/RikHZJ9eDdI/AAAAAAAAADY/74xrsaU8NQw/s320/Saraiva+Digital1106780.jpg" style="display: block; height: 222px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 252px;" width="286" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #ff6666;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">Morte....fim<br />realidade enfrentada<br />Morte....medo<br />realidade ignorada<br />Desejo de viver<br />desejo ignorado<br />Fuga da morte<br />Vida</span><br /></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana;">ferina *izil*</span></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-3963636165622845400?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ferina*izil*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390201748293295215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-83918030171585444032011-10-15T22:08:00.000-03:002011-11-26T20:31:35.293-02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_km8OHdFE8TY/SjOxKpMFhJI/AAAAAAAAEXc/emzaLvGhnEQ/s1600-h/Tentativa%3DFF%2BMA.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346811979032265874" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_km8OHdFE8TY/SjOxKpMFhJI/AAAAAAAAEXc/emzaLvGhnEQ/s200/Tentativa%3DFF%2BMA.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 150px; width: 200px;" /></a><br /><br /><div style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">De tudo tento,<br />de todas as formas,<br />até invento<br />pra conseguir,<br />mas é difícil...<br />E esse intento<br />cai no vazio<br />em que me encontro,<br />se muito insisto<br />nesse desejo<br />tão sem vontade<br />de te esquecer...<br />.<br />Suely Ribella ©</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-8391803017158544403?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16861852460873611479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-55888589709182123232011-10-10T11:06:00.000-03:002011-11-26T20:31:12.869-02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/Rw7KyinO9bI/AAAAAAAAAok/3Yv0S06GsQk/s1600-h/1128630834_ely_angel_.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120252796000466354" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/Rw7KyinO9bI/AAAAAAAAAok/3Yv0S06GsQk/s320/1128630834_ely_angel_.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: verdana;">Enquanto pessoas vêm<br />Enquanto pessoas vão<br />Amores instalam-se<br />Amores acabam<br />Ao menos emoções existem<br />Piores são momentos<br />de branco total<br />da ausência do tudo<br />da insignificância do nada<br />Tristes são os momentos<br />que estamos vazios<br />Sem dores de amor<br />Sem as alegrias da paixão<br />Momentos mortos<br />Em que ficamos iguais<br />a zumbis, andando alheio<br />a tudo e a todos,</span></div><div><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: verdana;">sem nada vermos<br />Sem esperança, sem emoção.<br />Mortos vivos - vivos mortos</span></div><div><span style="color: black;">.</span></div><div><span style="color: #cc0000;">Ferina *izil*</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-5588858970918212323?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ferina*izil*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390201748293295215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-27969784226138138192011-10-05T18:49:00.000-03:002011-11-26T20:30:51.314-02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/R5z9joqipRI/AAAAAAAAA9s/-4KGGqXGd_M/s1600-h/1173506236_f.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160278061712844050" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/R5z9joqipRI/AAAAAAAAA9s/-4KGGqXGd_M/s320/1173506236_f.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /></a><br /><span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana;">Você me feriu<br />Riu dos meus sentimentos<br />Jogando com meu amor<br />Abandonou-me,<br />largando-me só,<br />solta, sem direção<br />Mas afinal eu te entendi,<br />não era brincadeira,<br />não era diversão,<br />pois você não conhece<br />nenhum sentimento,<br />Então não pode rir nem chorar<br />Ai dentro não tem coração.</span><br /><span style="color: black;">.</span><br /><span style="color: #ff6666;">Ferina *izil*</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-2796978422613813819?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ferina*izil*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390201748293295215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-46553461726061826952011-09-30T04:17:00.000-03:002011-10-19T21:17:21.374-02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_km8OHdFE8TY/SjQ1b17lixI/AAAAAAAAEaM/LTYBokucUwE/s1600-h/Ser+feliz%3DFF%2BMA.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346957410045365010" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_km8OHdFE8TY/SjQ1b17lixI/AAAAAAAAEaM/LTYBokucUwE/s200/Ser+feliz%3DFF%2BMA.jpg" style="height: 134px; width: 200px;" /></a><br /><div><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;"><b></b></span></div><br /><div><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;"><b>Não queiras ser feliz<br />a meu modo...<br />Prefere ser feliz comigo!<br />.<br />Suely Ribella ©<br /></b> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-4655346172606182695?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16861852460873611479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-20172146614822902002011-09-25T15:01:00.000-03:002011-12-23T19:47:22.856-02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SrGIvBRFc4A/Tn4bz3XurUI/AAAAAAAABYs/9Rwb2u6EtHw/s1600/Sad_Girl.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655988759874678082" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SrGIvBRFc4A/Tn4bz3XurUI/AAAAAAAABYs/9Rwb2u6EtHw/s320/Sad_Girl.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 233px; width: 176px;" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: red;">Comigo, tudo bem</span><br /><span style="color: red;">só decidi ficar aqui</span><br /><span style="color: red;">quietinha, em silêncio</span><br /><span style="color: red;">enquanto a cicatriz</span><br /><span style="color: red;">ainda estiver secando</span><br /><span style="color: red;">Não se importe tanto</span><br /><span style="color: red;">nem se atreva a pensar</span><br /><span style="color: red;">que sou do tipo modesta</span><br /><span style="color: red;">sofrendo, calada, sozinha</span><br /><span style="color: red;">Decidi, por minha conta</span><br /><span style="color: red;">ficar aqui refletindo</span><br /><span style="color: red;">sentada no cantinho</span><br /><span style="color: red;">dessas paredes brancas</span><br /><span style="color: red;">enquanto ouço na rádio</span><br /><span style="color: red;">uma música desconhecida</span><br /><span style="color: red;">sobre venenos, bebidas</span><br /><span style="color: red;">e um coração partido</span><br /><br /><span style="color: red;">Ferina * Karolina B</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-2017214661482290200?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Karol ---de BH---noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-68987542990627927822011-09-20T16:44:00.000-03:002011-12-23T19:48:00.285-02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/R-a0c_lUPJI/AAAAAAAABEM/yzVQ585X7do/s1600-h/8tv10ssss.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181026831533620370" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/R-a0c_lUPJI/AAAAAAAABEM/yzVQ585X7do/s320/8tv10ssss.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana;">Tento escrever coerências<br />quero na realidade que<br />alguém me leia, e me entenda<br />saiba de mim qualquer coisa,<br />compreenda-me por alguns instantes<br />Penso que sei o que quero<br />mas realmente não sei nada,<br />sou só, minha dor não posso dividir<br />pois não tenho quem me queira ouvir<br />A vida foi ingrata comigo, pois me<br />tornou um ser irrelevante<br />Sou só, não tenho companhia<br />ninguém com que dividir minha dor<br />Convivo com pessoas...<br />Mas vivo na solidão...</span></div><div><span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana;">.</span></div><div><span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana;">Ferina*izil*</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-6898754299062792782?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ferina*izil*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390201748293295215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-29747878660485082672011-09-15T14:26:00.000-03:002011-12-23T19:48:29.831-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CEsNNjl43x4/Tnt2veCSScI/AAAAAAAAHzU/M6Ah4LAB4dM/s1600/presa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CEsNNjl43x4/Tnt2veCSScI/AAAAAAAAHzU/M6Ah4LAB4dM/s200/presa.jpg" width="196" /></a></div><b style="color: lime;">Liberdade controlada.<br />Incompleta alegria.<br />Quando virá a almejada<br />carta da minha alforria?<br />.<br />Suely Ribella © </b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-2974787866048508267?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16861852460873611479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-7096293061223221182011-09-10T14:06:00.000-03:002011-09-14T21:05:56.449-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SbzWTCBsvYw/TmemQFYEK5I/AAAAAAAABYU/h9fviCLussA/s1600/pingando.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649667052810808210" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SbzWTCBsvYw/TmemQFYEK5I/AAAAAAAABYU/h9fviCLussA/s400/pingando.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 150px; width: 226px;" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: red;">Não me sinto tao poeta</span><br /><span style="color: red;">nesse texto rabiscado</span><br /><span style="color: red;">a poça de água no chão</span><br /><span style="color: red;">parece-me mais digna</span><br /><span style="color: red;">mais criativa e sincera</span><br /><span style="color: red;">na sua forma quase-bola</span><br /><span style="color: red;">quem dera eu esparramar</span><br /><span style="color: red;">assim -livre nos azulejos</span><br /><span style="color: red;">esperando o sol chegar</span><br /><span style="color: red;">com o desejo soberano</span><br /><span style="color: red;">de secá-la por completo</span><br /><span style="color: red;">enxugar meus versos e</span><br /><span style="color: red;">através dela -uma greta,</span><br /><span style="color: red;">um buraco na janela</span><br /><span style="color: red;">sentir o poeta jorrando</span><br /><span style="color: red;">na sua forma quase-homem</span><br /><span style="color: red;">agora mais digno, portanto</span><br /><span style="color: red;">e livre para escrever</span><br /><br /><span style="color: red;">(ferina * karolina B )</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-709629306122322118?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Karol ---de BH---noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-75779815100987695842011-09-05T14:05:00.000-03:002011-12-23T19:50:05.780-02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/R7MkD0WnxsI/AAAAAAAABBU/lH8boxnDVgo/s1600-h/gallery_orlandi_eve.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166512845535823554" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/R7MkD0WnxsI/AAAAAAAABBU/lH8boxnDVgo/s320/gallery_orlandi_eve.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/R7Mj0kWnxrI/AAAAAAAABBM/OG259cQgNPc/s1600-h/gallery_orlandi_eve.jpg"></a><span style="color: #ff6666;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sou um ser invisível.<br />Ando pelos caminhos<br />e ninguém me vê.<br />Nem sei se ainda viva estou<br />pois minha presença<br />não é mais notada.<br />Talvez o tempo<br />tenha me apagado<br />ou tornei-me<br />um ser inexpressivo.<br />Ando pela vida<br />como um fantasma,<br />sou um ser que já não é<br /></span> .</span></div><div><span style="color: #ff6666;">Ferina*izil*</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-7577981510098769584?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ferina*izil*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390201748293295215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-70982583968950144912011-08-31T20:44:00.000-03:002011-12-23T19:50:46.819-02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_km8OHdFE8TY/S_CD4Okj5YI/AAAAAAAAGuw/18ErMayN-zM/s1600/roleta+casino.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472018549262509442" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_km8OHdFE8TY/S_CD4Okj5YI/AAAAAAAAGuw/18ErMayN-zM/s200/roleta+casino.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 200px; width: 200px;" /></a><br /><span style="color: #009900; font-weight: bold;">A vida é um jogo,</span> <span style="color: #009900; font-weight: bold;"><br />nem sempre quem permanece vivo</span> <span style="color: #009900; font-weight: bold;"><br />é vitorioso,</span> <span style="color: #009900; font-weight: bold;"><br />nem sempre quem morre </span> <span style="color: #009900; font-weight: bold;"><br />é perdedor.</span> <span style="color: #009900; font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Às vezes, é preciso perder<br />pra não morrer.</span> <span style="color: #009900; font-weight: bold;"><br />Outras vezes, é preciso morrer<br />pra ganhar.</span><br /><span style="color: #009900; font-weight: bold;">.</span> <span style="color: #009900; font-weight: bold;"><br />Suely Ribella © </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-7098258396895014491?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16861852460873611479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-14254135347413190952011-08-29T09:06:00.000-03:002011-09-01T02:42:11.756-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/TI0uPiC-xGI/AAAAAAAACJQ/kt2hLePKxZM/s1600/amote.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516115962970948706" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/TI0uPiC-xGI/AAAAAAAACJQ/kt2hLePKxZM/s320/amote.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 320px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Preguiça de pensar...</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Preguiça de ir...</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Preguiça de voltar...</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Melhor fechar os olhos</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">para nada ver</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Preguiça de lembrar o passado,</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">da magia da infância</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">da liberdade da alma</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">do mundo de conto de fadas</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Preguiça de abrir o coração,</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">de amar, de sorrir,</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Preguiça de ir em frente</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Preguiça de ir apagando magoas</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Preguiça de pensar no futuro, </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">planejar, sonhar</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Preguiça de viver</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Preguiça de morrer</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Ferina *izil*</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-1425413534741319095?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ferina*izil*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390201748293295215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-47138152232981959862011-08-26T21:39:00.000-03:002011-12-23T19:51:28.604-02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_km8OHdFE8TY/SQuzt21AWaI/AAAAAAAADYk/Dfj7izjGaGY/s1600-h/2006-03-24T15_48_00-08_00.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263498189905877410" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_km8OHdFE8TY/SQuzt21AWaI/AAAAAAAADYk/Dfj7izjGaGY/s320/2006-03-24T15_48_00-08_00.jpg" style="height: 257px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><div><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Descrevo-te<br />tal como te penso<br />Foges a todo ideal<br />És um grande homem<br />com um pequeno coração<br />Teus desejos de tão fracos<br />sumiram nos teus medos<br />Teus sonhos já<br />não existem mais<br />Só sobraram pesadelos<br />Tua sombra te apaga<br />És o inverso do normal<br />ao invés de aprenderes,</span><br /></span><br /><div align="left"><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">conseguistes regredir</span><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">.</span><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;">Ferina*izil*</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-4713815223298195986?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ferina*izil*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390201748293295215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-24632845856486442452011-08-25T11:40:00.000-03:002011-08-25T11:40:41.224-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SOszrN16kXs/TlZes-OMqSI/AAAAAAAAHyU/NwBMA-cwCWg/s1600/Monotonia%253DE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SOszrN16kXs/TlZes-OMqSI/AAAAAAAAHyU/NwBMA-cwCWg/s200/Monotonia%253DE.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><b style="color: lime;">Já pensaste, a vida<br />comigo,<br />o que seria?<br />um matar-nos<br />de amor,<br />a cada dia,<br />um renascer feliz,<br />a cada dia...<br />Um tédio,<br />por certo,<br />sem remédio... <br />.<br />Suely Ribella ©</b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-2463284585648644245?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16861852460873611479noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-77226130171661893932011-08-21T19:32:00.000-03:002011-12-26T02:53:20.782-02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwuvR5CRMlo/TZ-RNrqy0lI/AAAAAAAABVo/gSkXwCg7UOE/s1600/rain.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593348926463988306" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwuvR5CRMlo/TZ-RNrqy0lI/AAAAAAAABVo/gSkXwCg7UOE/s200/rain.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 149px; width: 200px;" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: #9999ff;">Eu fico imaginando</span><br /><span style="color: #9999ff;">Se fosse pra mim</span><br /><span style="color: #9999ff;">que escrevessem versos</span><br /><span style="color: #9999ff;">como todos esses</span><br /><span style="color: #9999ff;">que componho pra você</span><br /><span style="color: #9999ff;">eu ficaria assustada</span><br /><span style="color: #9999ff;">com a dimensão</span><br /><span style="color: #9999ff;">de simples palavras</span><br /><span style="color: #9999ff;">o universo dentro de cada</span><br /><span style="color: #9999ff;">e o brilho interno</span><br /><span style="color: #9999ff;">de mistérios</span><br /><span style="color: #9999ff;">que você descobriu</span><br /><span style="color: #9999ff;">enquanto pensava em mim</span><br /><span style="color: #9999ff;">Mas não são meus</span><br /><span style="color: #9999ff;">são como versos roubados</span><br /><span style="color: #9999ff;">para um coraçao<br />vazio e selado</span><br /><span style="color: #9999ff;">de quem nesse momento</span><br /><span style="color: #9999ff;">acabou de escrever</span> <span style="color: #9999ff;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #9999ff;">Ferina * Karolina B</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-7722613017166189393?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Karol ---de BH---noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-54483982813261528522011-08-17T12:31:00.000-03:002011-08-17T17:40:45.730-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/STczMZuGPfI/AAAAAAAAB4E/vozTxRXQMGo/s1600-h/Sue-Anna-Joe-0.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275741776643505650" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/STczMZuGPfI/AAAAAAAAB4E/vozTxRXQMGo/s320/Sue-Anna-Joe-0.jpg" style="height: 249px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><div><span style="color: red; font-family: verdana;">Cada palavra<br />Cada movimento<br />Tudo profundamente estudado<br />Como se fosse um script<br />Fazemos parte </span></div><div><span style="color: red; font-family: verdana;">de um grande teatro<br />Tentado viver mais de um<br />personagem de cada vez<br />Mas nem todos conseguem<br />interpretar na mesma<br />historia dois papéis<br />Nem todos são bons atores<br />Alguns têm que se<br />contentar somente </span></div><div><span style="color: red; font-family: verdana;">com um papel<br />Outro com papel<br />medíocre que </span></div><div><span style="color: red; font-family: verdana;">a vida lhe dá<br /><b>Papel de figurante</b></span></div><div><span style="color: red; font-family: verdana;">.</span></div><div><span style="color: red; font-family: verdana;">Ferina*izil*</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-5448398281326152852?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ferina*izil*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390201748293295215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-66165278901675752502011-08-13T22:17:00.000-03:002011-08-17T17:39:30.851-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_km8OHdFE8TY/SinuVphqcoI/AAAAAAAAEVM/b6c_nFVfim4/s1600-h/Outono5.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344064488543515266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_km8OHdFE8TY/SinuVphqcoI/AAAAAAAAEVM/b6c_nFVfim4/s200/Outono5.jpg" style="height: 133px; width: 200px;" /></a><br /><div><b><span style="color: #009900;">Não sei quem perdeu,<br />nos beijos que não trocamos,<br />não sei se fomos nós<br />que nos perdemos,<br />ou se foram os beijos<br />que perdidos ficaram...<br />.<br />Suely Ribella © </span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-6616527890167575250?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16861852460873611479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-73255757521905546542011-08-09T15:50:00.000-03:002011-08-17T17:38:19.079-03:00<img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171365041888806786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/R8RhG0Wnx4I/AAAAAAAABC4/e-u3HkQQe1g/s320/1303364Paula-Rosa.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/R8Rfu0Wnx3I/AAAAAAAABCw/46vu1umQQu0/s1600-h/1303364Paula-Rosa.jpg"></a><b><span style="color: #999999;">Terá a tristeza uma cor?<br />Será somente um estado d'alma?<br />Cinza me parece adequada<br />para exprimir toda a dor d'alma<br />A tristeza faz gemer o coração,<br />tornando um tormento o silêncio<br />transformando a ilusão em<br />um sofrer sem tamanho,<br />amargando o viver, matando<br />a esperança.<br />.</span></b></div><div align="center"><b><span style="color: #999999;">Ferina*izil*</span></b></div><div align="center"><b><span style="color: #999999;">fotoPaulo Rosa<br /></span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-7325575752190554654?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ferina*izil*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390201748293295215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-86747784300408446612011-08-05T21:30:00.000-03:002011-08-17T17:37:50.620-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/SEx6SnaxuzI/AAAAAAAABIg/hg0ki_sDqyU/s1600-h/1158540.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209673329198349106" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/SEx6SnaxuzI/AAAAAAAABIg/hg0ki_sDqyU/s320/1158540.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/RmhdYImd_mI/AAAAAAAAAOo/LDpkou8TW-0/s1600-h/1158540.jpg"></a><span style="color: red; font-family: verdana;">Um dia lhe pedi sorrisos<br />recebi lágrimas<br />Eu queria alegria<br />recebi amargura<br />Pedi-lhe flores<br />enviaste-me espinhos<br />Eu clamava por silêncio<br />você produzia ruídos<br />Eu queria ver estrelas<br />você mostrou-me escuridão<br />Você não me entendeu<br />eu queria receber amor<br />você só me deu dor<br />.<br /></span><br /><div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Ferina*izil*</span> </span></span></div><div><span style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;">foto de helena margarida pires de sousa</span></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-8674778430040844661?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ferina*izil*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390201748293295215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-71225612659092926352011-08-01T01:11:00.000-03:002011-08-17T01:47:44.499-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_km8OHdFE8TY/SoDw1KxrhFI/AAAAAAAAEu0/YCSD-anOQg4/s1600-h/tistiii.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368555552042091602" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_km8OHdFE8TY/SoDw1KxrhFI/AAAAAAAAEu0/YCSD-anOQg4/s200/tistiii.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 145px; width: 200px;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span><span style="color: #009900; font-weight: bold;">Quantas vezes me vi</span><br /><span style="color: #009900; font-weight: bold;">em ambientes sem janelas,</span> <span style="color: #009900; font-weight: bold;"><br />cujas portas não abriam...</span><br /><span style="color: #009900; font-weight: bold;">quantas vezes eu vi</span> <span style="color: #009900; font-weight: bold;"><br />altos muros, grades, trancas,</span><br /><span style="color: #009900; font-weight: bold;">a me rodearem...</span><br /><span style="color: #009900; font-weight: bold;">quantas vezes faltou-me</span> <span style="color: #009900; font-weight: bold;"><br />a força, o ar,</span> <span style="color: #009900; font-weight: bold;"><br />sobrou o medo...</span><br /><span style="color: #009900; font-weight: bold;">Quantas vezes</span> <span style="color: #009900; font-weight: bold;"><br />ainda me vejo sozinha...</span> <span style="color: #009900; font-weight: bold;"><br />.</span> <span style="color: #009900; font-weight: bold;"><br />Suely Ribella © </span> <span style="color: #009900; font-weight: bold;"> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-7122561265909292635?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16861852460873611479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-58804535228550532462011-07-28T17:39:00.000-03:002011-08-17T01:23:54.511-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/TTnw_OZr2mI/AAAAAAAACKs/_KDq1kcGCX8/s1600/a5659.tmp.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564743783581211234" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/TTnw_OZr2mI/AAAAAAAACKs/_KDq1kcGCX8/s320/a5659.tmp.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 214px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #990000; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Assim irei te amar,</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #990000; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">vou te aninhar</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #990000; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">vou te proteger</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #990000; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">tua cabeça acariciar</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #990000; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">te abrigar em meu peito</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #990000; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">ser tua amiga</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #990000; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">ser tua mulher</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #990000; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">te libertar</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #990000; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">quebrar todas tuas amarras</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #990000; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">te endoidecer de prazer</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #990000; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">te fazer gozar</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #990000; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">em noites frias te aquecer</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #990000; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">te fazer rir,</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #990000; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">fazer cantar,</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #990000; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">te fazer esquecer amarguras,</span> <span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><span style="color: #990000; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">ex-amores, ingratidões</span><br /><span style="color: #990000;">.</span><br /><span style="color: #990000;">.</span><br /><span style="color: #990000;">Ferina*izil*</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-5880453522855053246?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ferina*izil*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390201748293295215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-20948180855859592422011-07-24T14:44:00.000-03:002011-08-17T01:21:41.542-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/SKHYBQyWiMI/AAAAAAAABL8/frQ6kr8x6cE/s1600-h/0002s6t6sou-apenas-alma-s.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233701758178855106" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/SKHYBQyWiMI/AAAAAAAABL8/frQ6kr8x6cE/s400/0002s6t6sou-apenas-alma-s.jpg" style="height: 356px; width: 284px;" width="284" /></a><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="color: red;"><b>Ferina *izil*</b></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/SKHMvd7F2EI/AAAAAAAABL0/NFuw_UOUoI0/s1600-h/0002s6t6sou-apenas-alma-s.jpg"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-2094818085585959242?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ferina*izil*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390201748293295215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-73922075209603408852011-07-20T01:00:00.000-03:002011-08-17T01:21:10.578-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qRBHj-KoANo/Ti79njwQuXI/AAAAAAAAHxE/MImNoqqa5-I/s1600/10611g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qRBHj-KoANo/Ti79njwQuXI/AAAAAAAAHxE/MImNoqqa5-I/s200/10611g.jpg" width="128" /></a></div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Cadê o sol, o céu,&nbsp;</b></span></div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>a lua, a nuvem?</b></span></div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> Cadê o mar,&nbsp;</b></span></div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>o sal, a Terra?</b></span> </div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Cadê todo mundo</b></span></div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>do meu mundo?</b></span></div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Quem é você?</b></span></div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>e eu, quem sou?&nbsp;</b></span></div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>O mundo parou</b></span></div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>de girar...&nbsp;</b></span></div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Não pode!</b></span> </div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>. </b></span></div><span style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b> </b></span><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm -2.85pt 0.0001pt 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Suely Ribella © </b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-7392207520960340885?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16861852460873611479noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-33988046482294336872011-07-16T21:50:00.000-03:002011-08-17T01:20:34.444-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/Ry5PChVT2nI/AAAAAAAAAt8/GXvIlsdiflo/s1600-h/1300832.jpg"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129123930347657842" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/Ry5PChVT2nI/AAAAAAAAAt8/GXvIlsdiflo/s320/1300832.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><br /><div><div><span style="color: red; font-family: verdana;">Sou o...<br />resultado de uma cria</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: red;">mal criada, malcriada.<br />Fui criada para a vida<br />saber enfrentar.<br />Mas enfrentar...<br />tantos desalentos!<br />só me tornou uma cria<br />mal criada.<br />Sou malcriada com a vida<br />Pois ela me mal criou<br />Sou o resultado oposto<br />daquele que ...<br />um dia o criador</span> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: red;">para mim previu</span> </span></div><div><span style="color: red; font-family: verdana;">Enviou-me para ser</span></div><div><span style="color: red; font-family: verdana;">mal criada por outro</span></div><div><span style="color: red; font-family: verdana;">mal criador nesta vida</span></div><div><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">.</span><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;">Ferina*izil*</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-3398804648229433687?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ferina*izil*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390201748293295215noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-65786942744224116442011-07-12T17:44:00.000-03:002011-08-17T01:19:51.640-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/Skfkf4njqDI/AAAAAAAACCQ/nabDUoIXRwg/s1600-h/sert.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352497918578501682" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/Skfkf4njqDI/AAAAAAAACCQ/nabDUoIXRwg/s320/sert.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; 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font-family: verdana;">ele é passageiro </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana;">Quisera que o amor </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana;">Durasse como o rancor </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana;">Que não trouxesse tanta dor </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana;">Vivemos enganados </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana;">pensamos que somos amados </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana;">amor não existe </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana;">O que existe É interesse. </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana;">. </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana;">Ferina*izil*</span> </div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-6578694274422411644?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ferina*izil*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390201748293295215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-57227509953264860162011-07-08T18:26:00.000-03:002011-08-17T01:19:02.757-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TqNibstqNNY/TiCVsIaQBQI/AAAAAAAAHvw/-4P1kUjxPiQ/s1600/Girando%253DE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="193" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TqNibstqNNY/TiCVsIaQBQI/AAAAAAAAHvw/-4P1kUjxPiQ/s200/Girando%253DE.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><b style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: lime;">Surge a lua,</span><br style="color: lime;" /><span style="color: lime;">vem a noite,</span><br style="color: lime;" /><span style="color: lime;">madrugada,</span><br style="color: lime;" /><span style="color: lime;">vem o dia,</span><br style="color: lime;" /><span style="color: lime;">nasce o sol,</span><br style="color: lime;" /><span style="color: lime;">o mundo gira,</span><br style="color: lime;" /><span style="color: lime;">a vida segue</span><br style="color: lime;" /><span style="color: lime;">sem você... </span><br style="color: lime;" /><span style="color: lime;">Vem um dia,</span><br style="color: lime;" /><span style="color: lime;">outro dia, </span><br style="color: lime;" /><span style="color: lime;">vem o frio,</span><br style="color: lime;" /><span style="color: lime;">o calor, </span><br style="color: lime;" /><span style="color: lime;">um vazio,</span><br style="color: lime;" /><span style="color: lime;">a saudade,</span><br style="color: lime;" /><span style="color: lime;">eu não sigo </span><br style="color: lime;" /><span style="color: lime;">sem você... </span><br style="color: lime;" /><span style="color: lime;">.</span><br style="color: lime;" /><span style="color: lime;">Suely Ribella © </span></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-5722750995326486016?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16861852460873611479noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-27208108746543331152011-07-04T19:14:00.000-03:002011-08-17T01:17:54.426-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/SZyI31P9IPI/AAAAAAAAB8g/mcMJu-LbIYg/s1600-h/derrame.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304264953903784178" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/SZyI31P9IPI/AAAAAAAAB8g/mcMJu-LbIYg/s320/derrame.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; 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font-family: verdana;">Palavras, ações, navalhas, algemas</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana;">Quero te maltratar, te golpear, te arruinar</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana;">Que te ver sangrar, rastejar, lamentar,</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana;">tudo ainda é <span style="font-size: 0pt;"></span>pouco</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana;">não vai mudar seu <span style="font-size: 0pt;"></span>mundo, </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana;">não vai aliviar a alma,</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana;">nem a dor no coração de muitos.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: 0pt;"></span>Daqueles que você fez sofrer.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana;">.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana;">Ferina*izil* </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p></div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-2720810874654333115?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ferina*izil*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390201748293295215noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-81494175888052972502011-06-30T01:25:00.000-03:002011-08-17T01:18:20.836-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ifXOmJjE0D8/TZk70FLSBcI/AAAAAAAABVY/b84fZdV7IWY/s1600/procurando-uma-estrela.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591566178285913538" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ifXOmJjE0D8/TZk70FLSBcI/AAAAAAAABVY/b84fZdV7IWY/s200/procurando-uma-estrela.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 200px; width: 160px;" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial;">o meu pedido</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial;">o mais sincero</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial;">é que não morra</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial;">de amores por mim</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial;">que não perca</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial;">seu fôlego</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial;">ao me ver</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial;">pois preciso</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial;">que respire</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial;">por nós dois</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial;">e se necessário,</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial;">me odeie</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial;">me abandone</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial;">e encontre</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial;">na outra ponta</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial;">desse vasto mundo</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial;">sua aventura</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial;">seu maior sonho</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial;">ah! Eu já posso ver</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial;">é mesmo por você</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial;">que o céu está brilhando</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial;">Agora entendo</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial;">o nosso desencontro</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial;">é a estrela</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial;">é o pedido</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial;">que eu fiz chorando</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial;">antes do dia</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial;">amanhecer</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial;">Ferina * Karolina B</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-8149417588805297250?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Karol ---de BH---noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-29537751017424850592011-06-26T08:00:00.001-03:002011-08-17T02:24:38.762-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PV9-Fz01RKA/TktQaqJF3aI/AAAAAAAAHyI/8bKBZE6yuac/s1600/images34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PV9-Fz01RKA/TktQaqJF3aI/AAAAAAAAHyI/8bKBZE6yuac/s200/images34.jpg" width="149" /></a></div><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Esse frio que sinto <br />não vem lá de fora,<br />esse frio vem de dentro <br />de mim, da minha alma,<br />desde que foste embora.<br />.<br />Suely Ribella © </b></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-2953775101742485059?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16861852460873611479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-20105297546380314912011-06-22T10:35:00.000-03:002011-08-17T01:15:49.267-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/SRGg9dT85yI/AAAAAAAABTQ/_8IO2iGkv74/s1600-h/ffffffffffff.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265166417073596194" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/SRGg9dT85yI/AAAAAAAABTQ/_8IO2iGkv74/s320/ffffffffffff.jpg" style="display: block; height: 181px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/R2sMd_F3T3I/AAAAAAAAA0A/_-zrfvuAJks/s1600-h/avalon999002.jpg"></a><span style="color: red; font-family: verdana;">Era preciso muito pouco<br />para alegrar aquele louco<br />Um pouco de afeto<br />Um pouco de paixão<br />Senão não haveria estima<br />Tinha a alma atormentada<br />Vivia sufocado, angustiado<br />Não demonstrava as emoções<br />Tinha os olhos nublados<br />Tinha impaciência na mente<br />Tinha desilusão no coração<br />Vivia na escuridão<br />Tinha apenas um segredo<br />Tinha vivido só um pouco<br />Mas vivido feito louco<br />Uma grande paixão<br />.<br />Ferina*izil </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-2010529754638031491?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ferina*izil*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390201748293295215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-40232415380965987722011-06-18T20:46:00.000-03:002011-08-17T01:15:18.904-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/SQUBqSQJblI/AAAAAAAABS4/4rGvSqVShdE/s1600-h/1868782-Maria-Jos%C3%83%C2%A9-Amorim.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="175" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261613565617991250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/SQUBqSQJblI/AAAAAAAABS4/4rGvSqVShdE/s200/1868782-Maria-Jos%C3%A9-Amorim.jpg" style="height: 280px; width: 320px;" width="200" /></a><br /><div><span style="color: red; font-family: verdana;"><b>Perco tudo que sei<br />porque todo tempo<br />descubro que nada mais sei<br />Tudo que sabia já não é</b></span></div><div><span style="color: red; font-family: verdana;"><b>mais </b></span><span style="color: red; font-family: verdana;"><b>válido, mudou,<br />acabou, trocou de cor<br />O mundo muda muito,<br />mais rápido que minha mente<br />Fico desconectada de repente,<br />porque tudo que sei agora,<br />é nada daqui a meia hora<br />Não sei se enlouqueço a<br />cada dia, o se tudo realmente<br />muda a todo instante<br />e eu perco todo discernimento</b></span></div><div><span style="color: red; font-family: verdana;"><b>.</b></span></div><div><span style="color: red; font-family: verdana;"><b>Ferina*izil*</b></span></div><div><span style="color: red; font-family: verdana;"><b>Foto:MariaJoséAmorim</b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-4023241538096598772?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ferina*izil*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390201748293295215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-64353911007649180082011-06-14T22:01:00.000-03:002011-08-17T01:14:03.360-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tA3ucwF5D2c/ThESKF2W8kI/AAAAAAAAHsY/Ba-iRBvyyoM/s1600/chegada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="195" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tA3ucwF5D2c/ThESKF2W8kI/AAAAAAAAHsY/Ba-iRBvyyoM/s200/chegada.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>A gente vai indo,</b></span></div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>levando,</b></span></div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>empurrando...</b></span></div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>A gente vai rindo,</b></span></div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>sonhando,</b></span></div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>esperando... </b></span></div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>A gente vai indo,</b></span></div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>chorando,</b></span></div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>lutando...</b></span></div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>A vida vai indo,</b></span></div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>passando, </b></span></div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>acabando... </b></span></div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>.</b></span></div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Suely Ribella ©</b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-6435391100764918008?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16861852460873611479noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-30355758921026316842011-06-10T05:50:00.001-03:002011-08-17T01:13:28.975-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wy0jzdD0Qw0/TfHbCy1VcQI/AAAAAAAADds/VxQ4--1VKC0/s1600/o_fim.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616511051359416578" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wy0jzdD0Qw0/TfHbCy1VcQI/AAAAAAAADds/VxQ4--1VKC0/s320/o_fim.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br />Num passe de magia tudo terminou, as palpitações, as ansiedades, as angustias, o nervoso miudinho, desapareceram. De repente, num abrir e fechar de olhos, não estavas mais no pedestal onde te tinha colocado, nunca soube explicar isso. Lá estava de novo D. Afonso Henriques, o fundador da nação, apoiado na sua espada, tinhas sido destronada por um rei morto. Os meus olhos não te imaginavam mais, não te despiam de preconceitos nem te cobiçavam, fugiam de ti, mas não por medo, sim por repulsa. A vontade de beber na fonte da vida tinha findado. As memórias dos teus dias iam definhando apesar das sucessivas tentativas de reanimação. Os teus beijos deixaram de ter sabor a mel para passarem à categoria de tóxicos. O anseio de fazer o futuro deu lugar ao velório do presente e ao enterro do passado. Agora olho para ti, para o fundo dos teus olhos e não encontro alma nesse corpo, apenas vermes que digerem uma alma putrefacta. E assim sem saber explicar, ou mesmo entender, partiste da minha vida, mesmo contra a minha vontade. E eu deixei.<br /><br /><br /><br /><i><b>Atit Ordep</b></i><br /><br /><br /><br /><b>Post-scriptum</b> – Na vida nada se perde, tudo se transforma.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-3035575892102631684?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Henrique Correiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15529172015397076784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-34010792818173939362011-06-06T13:07:00.000-03:002011-08-17T01:13:07.970-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ga6--WQWwpQ/Te5M3JDo6eI/AAAAAAAABXU/5qaCc-y45O0/s1600/clown.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615510295585286626" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ga6--WQWwpQ/Te5M3JDo6eI/AAAAAAAABXU/5qaCc-y45O0/s200/clown.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 150px; width: 200px;" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: red;">Caímos de amor</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: red;">e a queda foi lenta</span><br /><span style="color: red;">e suave como pena</span><br /><span style="color: red;">caindo do edifícil</span><br /><br /><span style="color: red; font-style: italic;">Sentimos a dor</span><br /><br /><span style="color: red;">do violento impacto</span><br /><span style="color: red;">de sermos levados</span><br /><span style="color: red;">pela correnteza</span><br /><br /><span style="color: red; font-style: italic;">Caímos de amor</span><br /><br /><span style="color: red;">e somos levados</span><br /><span style="color: red;">mesmo sem vontade</span><br /><span style="color: red;">pelos sentimentos</span><br /><br /><span style="color: red; font-style: italic;">Sentimos a dor</span><br /><br /><span style="color: red;">que veio de um salto</span><br /><span style="color: red;">um rosto pintado</span><br /><span style="color: red;">um palhaço no chão</span><br /><br /><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Ferina * Karolina B</span><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-3401079281817393936?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Karol ---de BH---noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-80880840013585158942011-06-02T08:30:00.000-03:002011-08-17T01:12:13.079-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_km8OHdFE8TY/SkN5ioyD1yI/AAAAAAAAEiE/0yFJS2-Q9KE/s1600-h/Hoje,+eu+n%C3%A3o+sei%3DE%2BFF.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351254418216179490" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_km8OHdFE8TY/SkN5ioyD1yI/AAAAAAAAEiE/0yFJS2-Q9KE/s200/Hoje,+eu+n%C3%A3o+sei%3DE%2BFF.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 200px; width: 164px;" /></a><br /><br /><div><b><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">Não sei </span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">o que faço,</span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">se faço, </span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">compro feito,</span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">mando fazer,</span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">não sei<br />se vou,</span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">não vou,<br />aonde vou,<br />não sei<br />se quero,<br />o que quero,<br />ou não quero.<br />Hoje, </span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">eu não sei </span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">nada... </span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">nem de você. </span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">.</span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">Suely Ribella © </span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-8088084001358515894?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16861852460873611479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-56461112832843406202011-05-29T10:32:00.000-03:002011-08-17T01:11:40.255-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XvWMOY2MYt0/TZjMqSLrobI/AAAAAAAACLQ/93--76iXBuA/s1600/images.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591443964187877810" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XvWMOY2MYt0/TZjMqSLrobI/AAAAAAAACLQ/93--76iXBuA/s320/images.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 320px; width: 294px;" /></a><br /><div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Eu da vida quero mais</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Quero muito aprender</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Pois de tudo que aprendi, </div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">pouco prestou</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Não andei por vias tortas</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Não cometi grandes pecados</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Nada sei do submundo</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Não avancei nenhum sinal</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Permaneci em meu invólucro,</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Tive medo... Não rompi</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Contive-me ou fui contida</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Não provei, não senti</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Nada sei do proibido</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Fui vivendo acorrentada,</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Sem quebrar elo algum</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Acho que não vivi</div><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> .</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Ferina*izil*</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-5646111283284340620?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ferina*izil*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390201748293295215noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-57630653642178100292011-05-25T16:45:00.000-03:002011-08-17T01:11:04.993-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t2P6JTWk2cg/TdV3EYtDQ2I/AAAAAAAABW4/ovhileZbX-8/s1600/rosaespinho.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608519828194411362" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t2P6JTWk2cg/TdV3EYtDQ2I/AAAAAAAABW4/ovhileZbX-8/s200/rosaespinho.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 200px; width: 176px;" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: red;">Hoje me conformo</span><br /><span style="color: red;">a dor nem sempre escreve</span><br /><span style="color: red;">só tenho palavras ocas</span><br /><span style="color: red;">provavelmente inférteis</span><br /><span style="color: red;">eu não ouço a música</span><br /><span style="color: red;">das letras inspiradas</span><br /><span style="color: red;">Minhas musas,</span><br /><span style="color: red;">belas como estátuas</span><br /><span style="color: red;">dormirão sem serenata</span><br /><span style="color: red;">pois o homem apaixonado</span><br /><span style="color: red;">bebeu toda a garrafa</span><br /><span style="color: red;">ficou tonto de tristeza</span><br /><span style="color: red;">e adormeceu depressa</span><br /><span style="color: red;">sobre um papel em branco</span><br /><br /><span style="color: red;">Karolina * Karolina B</span><br /><span style="color: red;">.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-5763065364217810029?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Karol ---de BH---noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-67287799415509637752011-05-21T08:30:00.000-03:002011-08-17T01:10:08.822-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wmCT2kFNXqA/TeMcspV1elI/AAAAAAAAHqg/_9eLHdO6gKc/s1600/etern.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><b><span style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></span><span style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></span></b><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ImSNS0VPSEY/TeMe0XLkHdI/AAAAAAAAHqs/cPO-Pe3HmMA/s1600/Eterno.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="168" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ImSNS0VPSEY/TeMe0XLkHdI/AAAAAAAAHqs/cPO-Pe3HmMA/s200/Eterno.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><b><span style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Há uma eternidade que não chega</span><br style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /> <span style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">e outra que não se faz...</span><br style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /> <span style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Preciso de paz... </span><br style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /> <span style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Não quero mais a eternidade</span><br style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /> <span style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">que é o tempo longe de ti.</span><br style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /> <span style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Quero a paz que se faz </span><br style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /> <span style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">no instante eterno</span><br style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /> <span style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">em que nos teus braços estou... </span><br style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /> <span style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">quero a paz definitiva</span><br style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /> <span style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">da eternidade... </span><br style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /> <span style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">contigo... &nbsp;</span><span style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />.</span><br style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /> <span style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Suely Ribella © </span></b><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></span></b><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-6728779941550963775?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16861852460873611479noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-43691609096694122512011-05-17T12:13:00.000-03:002011-08-17T01:09:41.248-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mihHzTCLm7I/TeJs6ugPqbI/AAAAAAAACLg/1VmH42-GiYY/s1600/Pra-dizer-adeus.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612167841828546994" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mihHzTCLm7I/TeJs6ugPqbI/AAAAAAAACLg/1VmH42-GiYY/s320/Pra-dizer-adeus.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; width: 256px;" /></a><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Às vezes fico pensando</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">que a morte pode ser</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">um grande alivio para</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">as almas sofredoras</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Mesmo não tendo </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">nenhuma certeza</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">de que ela traga paz</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Mas entendo os poetas </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">que tão cedo morreram</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">foi o peso da uma vida</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">por demais sofrida</div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 100%;">.<br />Ferina *izil*</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-4369160909669412251?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ferina*izil*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390201748293295215noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-24246511527753651622011-05-13T19:56:00.000-03:002011-12-26T02:55:11.087-02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl5skO8xySw/TLjchN7DqPI/AAAAAAAABKY/PusNGBto6PE/s1600/solidao.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528411005828442354" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl5skO8xySw/TLjchN7DqPI/AAAAAAAABKY/PusNGBto6PE/s320/solidao.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 151px; width: 240px;" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><span style="color: #cccccc;">Eu já disse,</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc;">mas sem pedir</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc;">pra você, amor</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc;">Vou repetir </span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc;">que essa beleza</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc;">terna, gentil</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc;">eu possuo </span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc;">mas não sei usar.</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc;">Fica cada vez</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc;">mais pobre</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc;">sem brilho</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc;">ou encanto</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc;">com o passar</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc;">dos anos.</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc;">Mas até hoje</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc;">eu não sei então</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc;">por qual motivo</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc;">vem me perturbar.</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc;">Se eu fico fora</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc;">de mim mesma</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc;">quando o desejo</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc;">ataca e aplaca</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc;">é porque enjaulada</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc;">não posso escapar.</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc;">Eu já disse</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc;">mas vou repetir</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc;">quem te adora</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc;">é esse corpo</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc;">pois a alma</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc;">anda a procurar</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc;">um toque </span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc;">que ultrapassa</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc;">a pele.</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc;">É um jeito</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc;">certo de amor</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc;">que a paixão </span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc;">não soube</span><br /><span style="color: #cccccc;">interpretar.<br /><br />Já te disse.</span></span><span style="color: #cccccc;">Ferina * Karolina B</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-2424651152775365162?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Karol ---de BH---noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-43581611199160770692011-05-09T11:56:00.000-03:002011-08-17T01:08:36.904-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0KlwBXqNk0w/TeMYs1kdJBI/AAAAAAAAHqc/Wwi45WRPI4w/s1600/UM-GATO-NO-ESPELHO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0KlwBXqNk0w/TeMYs1kdJBI/AAAAAAAAHqc/Wwi45WRPI4w/s200/UM-GATO-NO-ESPELHO.jpg" width="170" /></a></div><b style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Aprendi a não confiar,<br />não dar um passo <br />sem antes ver onde vou pisar, <br />aprendi a desconfiar<br />do que me dizem, <br />principalmente<br />quando bem me tratam,<br />e se estão à distância <br />e não posso olhar nos olhos.<br />Aprendi que as pessoas<br />são do jeito que são, <br />e que devo olha-las <br />com os olhos atentos<br />e não com o coração distraído.<br />Esqueci de aprender<br />a não gostar de você, <br />talvez por você ser<br />exatamente do jeito que é, <br />igual a tantos,<br />e ao mesmo tempo,<br />único, sem igual. <br />.<br />Suely Ribella ©&nbsp; </b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-4358161119916077069?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16861852460873611479noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-75820823193529009802011-05-05T09:16:00.000-03:002011-08-17T01:08:13.007-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kIqVC_3hw78/TdetKr-UL2I/AAAAAAAADdQ/opif6q1AdxQ/s1600/4134999%2BAlexandre%2BGrand.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609142260027633506" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kIqVC_3hw78/TdetKr-UL2I/AAAAAAAADdQ/opif6q1AdxQ/s320/4134999%2BAlexandre%2BGrand.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 213px;" /></a><br /><b>procurei e não achei<br />o rasto dos dias da inocência<br />a chama das tardes mornas<br />as promessas de chuva<br />e não te vi mais<br />talvez nunca tenhas existido<br />ou talvez eu tenha sonhado<br />os dias agora são calmos<br />a água corre e purifica<br />o meu corpo agora renascido<br />não te procuro mais<br />deixei o vento levar as folhas mortas<br />e os jardins parecem mais limpos<br />vesti-me de branco<br />levantei os braços e olhei os céus<br />alguém lá em cima me sorrio<br />decretou o fim do luto<br />deixou-me espreitar pelas janelas<br />para as ruas apinhadas de cheiros e sabores<br />abriu-me as portas para poder partir<br />e aqui cheguei finalmente<br />ao calor do teu colo<br />deixa-me agora sonhar<br /><br /><br /><br /><i>Atit Ordep</i><br /><br /><br /><br />Foto de Alexandre Grand</b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-7582082319352900980?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Henrique Correiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15529172015397076784noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-52277385928069358592011-05-01T18:45:00.000-03:002011-08-17T01:07:47.505-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mnBIsbyYM3U/TccSBHmcqgI/AAAAAAAABWw/bud5UPeF0ZM/s1600/casal.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604468071715351042" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mnBIsbyYM3U/TccSBHmcqgI/AAAAAAAABWw/bud5UPeF0ZM/s200/casal.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 132px; width: 200px;" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: red;">Agora eu vejo</span><br /><span style="color: red;">a nossa música</span><br /><span style="color: red;">não parece</span><br /><span style="color: red;">ser sobre nós</span><br /><span style="color: red;">e eu me lembro</span><br /><span style="color: red;">pesaroso</span><br /><span style="color: red;">que o nosso amor</span><br /><span style="color: red;">mais afinado</span><br /><span style="color: red;">na voz de outro</span><br /><span style="color: red;">dentro do rádio</span><br /><span style="color: red;">podia ouvir.</span><br /><span style="color: red;">Ainda me lembro</span><br /><span style="color: red;">o que sentia</span><br /><span style="color: red;">além do tempo</span><br /><span style="color: red;">depois de tudo</span><br /><span style="color: red;">a mais ousada</span><br /><span style="color: red;">sempre a mais bela</span><br /><span style="color: red;">vou dizer, "era"</span><br /><span style="color: red;">a nossa música.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: red;">Ferina * Karolina B</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-5227738592806935859?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Karol ---de BH---noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-10481440036124432032011-04-27T23:30:00.000-03:002011-08-17T01:07:21.840-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_km8OHdFE8TY/SDh9AFe4-8I/AAAAAAAABjM/csST3VooyHU/s1600-h/FF-Sua+aus%C3%AAncia.bmp"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204046809851820994" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_km8OHdFE8TY/SDh9AFe4-8I/AAAAAAAABjM/csST3VooyHU/s200/FF-Sua+aus%C3%AAncia.bmp" /></a><br /><div style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">Sua ausência me incomoda,<br />me maltrata, quase mata...<br />Não sei mais viver<br />desse jeito assim,<br />com você longe de mim,<br />sem você perto de mim...<br />.<br />Suely Ribella ©</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-1048144003612443203?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16861852460873611479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-91175901241405754572011-04-23T09:22:00.000-03:002011-08-17T01:06:55.838-03:00<div align="left"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/SyBAi61RfFI/AAAAAAAACE8/y9rBz-X0HLE/s1600-h/2065087463_3165f9867e_b.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413397720751766610" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/SyBAi61RfFI/AAAAAAAACE8/y9rBz-X0HLE/s320/2065087463_3165f9867e_b.jpg" style="display: block; height: 306px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><span style="color: #999999; font-family: verdana;"><i>Estou começando a achar<br />que não vale nada amar<br />Estou pensando seriamente<br />como deixar de ser decente<br /><br />Quase morri de tanto amor<br />que de nada valeu, ficou só a dor<br />Você não sabe o valor<br />de ter tido um dia meu amor.<br /><br />Estou tornando-me cínica<br />quero ser igual a você<br />Nada mais quero sentir<br />Nada mais quero de ti</i></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: verdana;"><i>.</i></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: verdana;"><i>Ferina*izil<br /></i></span></div><div align="left"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-9117590124140575457?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ferina*izil*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390201748293295215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-63369239031319777122011-04-19T16:46:00.000-03:002011-07-31T16:23:05.963-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/SmthWcPJ6GI/AAAAAAAACDk/30A_WSXI79I/s1600-h/top.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362486819479480418" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/SmthWcPJ6GI/AAAAAAAACDk/30A_WSXI79I/s320/top.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; 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text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ba3JWwwNMP4/TbZBSbf8SII/AAAAAAAAHow/NjwVdFrGIcI/s1600/603003.sozinha_turismo_224_299.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="149" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ba3JWwwNMP4/TbZBSbf8SII/AAAAAAAAHow/NjwVdFrGIcI/s200/603003.sozinha_turismo_224_299.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><b style="color: lime;">Nem sempre a tal solidão<br />é a pior companhia,<br />por vezes, o coração<br />só pede paz e alegria. <br />. <br />Suely Ribella © </b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-1061008798869767738?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16861852460873611479noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-50304930671591903062011-04-11T18:44:00.000-03:002011-08-16T22:22:52.327-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/Sh8GJVZer9I/AAAAAAAACAw/fkLSjgQBqzY/s1600-h/afogado.jpg"><span style="color: red;"><b><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340994440517300178" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/Sh8GJVZer9I/AAAAAAAACAw/fkLSjgQBqzY/s320/afogado.jpg" style="display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></b></span></a><span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: courier new;"><b><i>Estou na zona entre<br />a loucura e o inferno<br />Posso escolher para<br />aonde quero ir.<br />Tenho opções,<br />enlouqueço de vez<br />ou entro na escuridão<br />e me isolo do mundo.<br />De qualquer maneira<br />as escolhas que tenho<br />não são boas, na loucura<br />ainda posso falar com as<br />paredes, com as visões<br />Posso pensar alto, reclamar<br />me matar, ninguém vai<br />mesmo ligar, pois<br />afinal estou louca.<br />No inferno não sei<br />como será, talvez igual aqui.<br />Ou talvez igual na loucura<br />Ou sem saída.<br />Vamos esperar para ver. </i></b></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: courier new;"><b><i>.</i></b></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: courier new;"><b><i>Ferina*izil*</i></b></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-5030493067159190306?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ferina*izil*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390201748293295215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-74814773927851577592011-04-07T17:18:00.000-03:002011-08-16T22:00:46.850-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/R4Uv9iRVYYI/AAAAAAAAA5g/aiiBZaWVYaE/s1600-h/RHr1NAoKCj4AACK7psg1aaaa.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153578082813436290" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/R4Uv9iRVYYI/AAAAAAAAA5g/aiiBZaWVYaE/s320/RHr1NAoKCj4AACK7psg1aaaa.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="left"><span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana;"><b>Você nem me </b></span><span style="color: #ff6666;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>disse adeus<br />Nem foi preciso<br />Pois teus gestos demonstravam<br />Eu sabia que o amor não existia<br />Só persisti por desespero,<br />por solidão<br />É muito forte à vontade<br />de uma mulher<br />Em contrapartida<br />é mais forte a<br />covardia de um homem<br />Quando não há amor verdadeiro<br />é mais fácil sair sem dizer adeus<br /></b></span></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="color: #ff6666;">Ferina *izil*</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-7481477392785157759?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ferina*izil*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390201748293295215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-31334949670082121782011-04-03T22:13:00.001-03:002011-08-16T22:29:02.011-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_6bgLU4XRKY/TksW3BJkBrI/AAAAAAAAHx4/YeaaVnelR1Q/s1600/TN500_ping+cara+metade+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_6bgLU4XRKY/TksW3BJkBrI/AAAAAAAAHx4/YeaaVnelR1Q/s200/TN500_ping+cara+metade+2.jpg" width="130" /></a></div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Guardei&nbsp;</b></div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>tantas coisas...&nbsp;</b></div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>sem saber por que...&nbsp;</b></div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Guardei,&nbsp;</b></div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>principalmente,&nbsp;</b></div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>você...&nbsp;</b></div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>.</b></div><span style="color: lime; font-size: small;"><b style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Suely Ribella © </b></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-3133494967008212178?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16861852460873611479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-5315609182425146242011-03-30T23:34:00.000-03:002011-08-16T21:58:28.296-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl5skO8xySw/TUy82T_CSzI/AAAAAAAABPg/vTNL2ApcnO4/s1600/encontro.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570034480414083890" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl5skO8xySw/TUy82T_CSzI/AAAAAAAABPg/vTNL2ApcnO4/s320/encontro.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 181px; width: 279px;" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: red;">hoje acabou</span><br /><span style="color: red;">o fim de uma tortura</span><br /><span style="color: red;">um sonho repetido</span><br /><span style="color: red;">que me alucinava</span><br /><span style="color: red;">quantas noites</span><br /><span style="color: red;">sonhei o mesmo</span><br /><span style="color: red;">que te procurava</span><br /><span style="color: red;">e meu coração</span><br /><span style="color: red;">com choro e grito</span><br /><span style="color: red;">me acordava</span><br /><span style="color: red;">assim, tão aflita</span><br /><span style="color: red;">mas hoje</span><br /><span style="color: red;">finalmente consegui</span><br /><span style="color: red;">no meu sonho</span><br /><span style="color: red;">não mais o procurava</span><br /><span style="color: red;">eu te encontrei</span><br /><span style="color: red;">e depois desse tempo</span><br /><span style="color: red;">pouco eu tinha</span><br /><span style="color: red;">pra dizer</span><br /><span style="color: red;">te ver foi o bastante.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: red;">ferina * Karolina B</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-531560918242514624?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Karol ---de BH---noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-80033427068757564362011-03-26T21:57:00.000-03:002011-08-16T21:57:59.346-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/Sgy-X7LoqGI/AAAAAAAACAg/OvQJ-McxKhk/s1600-h/bbb.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335848976759957602" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/Sgy-X7LoqGI/AAAAAAAACAg/OvQJ-McxKhk/s320/bbb.jpg" style="display: block; height: 245px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana;"><i>Preciso ressuscitar,<br />estou meia morta<br />Morta para o amor<br />apagaram-se todos os<br />sentimentos que<br />um dia senti.<br />Enquanto me arrastava<br />vida afora, os sentimentos<br />foram caindo, sangrando<br />morrendo, apagando.<br />Estou assim, vazia,<br />sem nada por dentro<br />sem nada por fora,<br />nem lágrimas<br />nem sorrisos,<br />estou morta.</i></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana;"><i>.</i></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana;"><i>Ferina*Izil* </i></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-8003342706875756436?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ferina*izil*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390201748293295215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-76585707263135197292011-03-22T22:30:00.000-03:002011-08-16T21:57:24.504-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_km8OHdFE8TY/SDhPl1e4-fI/AAAAAAAABfk/9GB3VvcAm0U/s1600-h/FF-Descontente.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203996880857004530" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_km8OHdFE8TY/SDhPl1e4-fI/AAAAAAAABfk/9GB3VvcAm0U/s200/FF-Descontente.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div align="left" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">O meu tempo<br />não tem graça<br />e passou a ser<br />apenas tempo<br />que passa...<br />Já não sei mais<br />quando é noite<br />ou quando é dia,<br />vivo indiferente<br />nesta melancolia<br />sem querer esperar<br />nem me enganar...<br />Sorrio tristezas,<br />choro dúvidas,<br />respiro incertezas,<br />suspiro gemidos<br />incontidos<br />de dor, de saudade,<br />de infelicidade...<br />. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #009900; font-weight: bold;">Suely Ribella ©<br /></span><span style="color: #006600;"> </span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-7658570726313519729?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16861852460873611479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-54879019429928398232011-03-18T14:09:00.000-03:002011-08-16T21:56:39.731-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5p6_FQmBPys/TaxwpbgzuPI/AAAAAAAABWY/VApkreq3R_o/s1600/rebelde.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596972293976996082" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5p6_FQmBPys/TaxwpbgzuPI/AAAAAAAABWY/VApkreq3R_o/s320/rebelde.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 248px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MYVUMRFsD-U/TaxwkdgzzII/AAAAAAAABWQ/sYLhfwjhf9I/s1600/rebelde.jpg"><br /></a><span style="color: red;">Deus abençoe os coraçoes</span><br /><span style="color: red;">de gente que luta sem causa</span><br /><span style="color: red;">da vida colhemos espinhos</span><br /><span style="color: red;">nossas plantaçoes não vingam</span><br /><span style="color: red;">a seca de amor permanece</span><br /><span style="color: red;">nossa peleja é incerta</span><br /><span style="color: red;">na luta contra o invisível</span><br /><span style="color: red;">sem armaduras e corpo fraco</span><br /><span style="color: red;">castigados pelo grande sol</span><br /><span style="color: red;">os guerreiros pobres coitados</span><br /><span style="color: red;">lutando contra a própria sombra</span><br /><span style="color: red;">a única visão dessa vida</span><br /><span style="color: red;">é o reflexo do rosto na espada</span><br /><span style="color: red;">Deus abençoe os corações</span><br /><span style="color: red;">de gente que luta sem causa</span><br /><br /><span style="color: red;">Ferina * Karolina B</span><br /><span style="color: red;">.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-5487901942992839823?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Karol ---de BH---noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-21837327529255450232011-03-14T17:29:00.000-03:002011-08-16T21:56:11.572-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QpdERK7Lr_Q/TYPAxyy3laI/AAAAAAAADbg/85ZpmGRRmyo/s1600/2707064%2BPedro%2BCabral.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585519924550800802" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QpdERK7Lr_Q/TYPAxyy3laI/AAAAAAAADbg/85ZpmGRRmyo/s320/2707064%2BPedro%2BCabral.jpg" style="display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 213px;" /></a><br /><b><span style="color: white;">passei por ti<br />e coloquei a minha máscara distância<br />fugi de ti<br />e coloquei o meu passo acelerado… fingido<br /><br />olhei para trás<br />pelo canto do olho<br />e consegui ver todo o universo<br />no teu rosto indiferente… interessado<br /><br />falámos no silêncio da passagem<br />como sempre o fizemos<br />e trocámos beijos fingidos… desejados<br /><br />seguimos caminhos diferentes<br />incertos e insignificantes<br />e encontramo-nos no fim da estrada<br />olho nos teus olhos de revés… frontalmente<br /><br />uma lágrima ressequida<br />resvala no fingimento da saudade… real<br /><br />abraço a tua sombra ao virar da esquina<br />e soletro o teu nome num sussurro doce<br />sei que ouves este grito… mudo<br /><br />e no fim deste caminho desencontrado<br />fica um amor ausente… presente<br /><br />todo o amor contido explode<br />aquando da passagem efémera<br />de uma troca de olhares… desviados<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></b><b><span style="color: white;"><i>Atit Ordep<br /><br /></i><br /><br />Foto de Pedro Cabral<br /></span></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-2183732752925545023?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Henrique Correiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15529172015397076784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-39023375059269668852011-03-10T08:26:00.000-03:002011-08-16T21:55:32.863-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dS-n3r28rQ4/TZPqSM8d69I/AAAAAAAAHnI/zfCPdxsfmWc/s1600/esperando-esperando-por-ele-300x200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dS-n3r28rQ4/TZPqSM8d69I/AAAAAAAAHnI/zfCPdxsfmWc/s200/esperando-esperando-por-ele-300x200.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="color: lime;">Se tu não vens, o que faço?!<br />Se anseio por teu abraço,<br />corpo quente, beijo ardente,<br />não quero tempo, nem espaço<br />para abrigar outro amor,<br />se morro sem teu calor,<br />se tu não vens, o que faço?! <br />.<br />Suely Ribella © </b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-3902337505926966885?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16861852460873611479noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-37029409127026352482011-03-06T00:50:00.000-03:002011-08-16T21:55:05.746-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-32gdwKksCh4/TYQpn7hh4mI/AAAAAAAABVQ/eVDsVK-jdco/s1600/floecorrente.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585635203816219234" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-32gdwKksCh4/TYQpn7hh4mI/AAAAAAAABVQ/eVDsVK-jdco/s200/floecorrente.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 150px; width: 200px;" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: #ff6666;">É difícil admitir</span><br /><span style="color: #ff6666;">mas foi a guerra</span><br /><span style="color: #ff6666;">que eu perdi</span><br /><span style="color: #ff6666;">nas batalhas perdidas</span><br /><span style="color: #ff6666;">pra você e para mim</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #ff6666;">Um soldado abatido</span><br /><span style="color: #ff6666;">sem honras desse amor</span><br /><span style="color: #ff6666;">minhas armadilhas</span><br /><span style="color: #ff6666;">foram desativadas</span><br /><span style="color: #ff6666;">e as minhas armas</span><br /><span style="color: #ff6666;">hoje são brinquedos</span><br /><span style="color: #ff6666;">nas suas mãos</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #ff6666;">Não adianta insistir</span><br /><span style="color: #ff6666;">na espera de um resgate</span><br /><span style="color: #ff6666;">pois meu coração reconhece</span><br /><span style="color: #ff6666;">que esse é o nosso fim</span><br /><span style="color: #ff6666;">Sempre estivemos</span><br /><span style="color: #ff6666;">de lados opostos</span><br /><span style="color: #ff6666;">e como inimigos declarados</span><br /><span style="color: #ff6666;">só podíamos terminar assim</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #ff6666;">E se um dia</span><br /><span style="color: #ff6666;">na fronteira te encontrar</span><br /><span style="color: #ff6666;">não pense duas vezes</span><br /><span style="color: #ff6666;">me faça de alvo</span><br /><span style="color: #ff6666;">mire bem e acerte</span><br /><span style="color: #ff6666;">não me poupe</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #ff6666;">Pois nessa guerra</span><br /><span style="color: #ff6666;">de mil e um extremos</span><br /><span style="color: #ff6666;">entenda</span><br /><span style="color: #ff6666;">eu mesma me machuco</span><br /><span style="color: #ff6666;">pra não ter</span><br /><span style="color: #ff6666;">que te ferir</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #ff6666;">Ferina * Karolina B</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-3702940912702635248?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Karol ---de BH---noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-23061791487057507442011-03-02T18:19:00.000-03:002011-08-16T21:54:36.111-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DNAOvj1XZTM/TYu1rNTGsVI/AAAAAAAADbw/WD5Lat2paJY/s1600/3927104%2BJo%25C3%25A3o%2BPaulo%2BRedondo.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587759516592025938" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DNAOvj1XZTM/TYu1rNTGsVI/AAAAAAAADbw/WD5Lat2paJY/s320/3927104%2BJo%25C3%25A3o%2BPaulo%2BRedondo.jpg" style="display: block; height: 225px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><b><span style="color: white;">meu nome é Atit Ordep<br />e sou um amante<br /><br />hoje ainda não disse que te amo<br />embora o tenha pensado mil vezes<br />resisto cada dia que passo sem ti<br />e evito o teu nome na minha boca<br /><br />meu nome é Atit Ordep<br />e sou um amante<br /><br />hoje ainda não te beijei apaixonadamente<br />embora tenha sentido essa vontade<br />resisto a salivar de desejo incontido<br />e evito o contacto com os teus lábios<br /><br />meu nome é Atit Ordep<br />e sou um amante<br /><br />hoje ainda não olhei para ti<br />embora te tenha visto nos meus sonhos<br />resisto a procurar os teus olhos<br />e evito a cegueira da paixão<br /><br />meu nome é Atit Ordep<br />e sou um amante<br /><br />hoje ainda não palmilhei o teu corpo<br />embora adivinhe o que esconde a neblina<br />resisto a desapertar esses botões de marfim<br />e evito arder na fogueira do pecado<br /><br />meu nome é Atit Ordep<br />e sou um amante<br /><br />hoje ainda não amei<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></b><b><span style="color: white;"><i>Atit Ordep<br /></i><br /><br /><br />Foto de João Paulo Redondo<br /><br /><br /></span></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-2306179148705750744?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Henrique Correiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15529172015397076784noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-1099204801223129122011-02-26T10:45:00.000-03:002011-08-16T21:54:00.488-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_km8OHdFE8TY/SonpDK6OsaI/AAAAAAAAFHE/12lL3bOmsz8/s1600-h/Vida+engra%C3%A7ada%3DE%2BFF.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371080271293493666" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_km8OHdFE8TY/SonpDK6OsaI/AAAAAAAAFHE/12lL3bOmsz8/s200/Vida+engra%C3%A7ada%3DE%2BFF.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 200px; width: 200px;" /></a><br /><div><b><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;"></span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">A vida é mesmo engraçada,</span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">um pouco, um quase nada,</span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">é capaz de valer tanto,</span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">transformar tudo em encanto,</span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">fazer a gente sorrir </span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">e ao mesmo tempo chorar,</span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">de alegria se emocionar... </span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">A vida é mesmo engraçada,</span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">um dia ela faz a gente</span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">sorrir e chorar de contente, </span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">em outro dia não se importa,</span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">tudo da gente ela corta... </span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">.</span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;">Suely Ribella © </span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-109920480122312912?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16861852460873611479noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-44768016466557772032011-02-22T20:52:00.000-03:002011-08-16T21:53:35.240-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sis0S7OIzIg/TUnugCeBXkI/AAAAAAAADag/W26AG5_PUN0/s1600/3760745%2BArley%2BIchimura.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569244648406343234" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sis0S7OIzIg/TUnugCeBXkI/AAAAAAAADag/W26AG5_PUN0/s320/3760745%2BArley%2BIchimura.jpg" style="display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 214px;" /></a><br /><br /><b><span style="color: white;">um sabor amargo<br />soprado docemente<br />anuncia o fim<br />das coisas acomodadas<br /><br />depois o frio deixa dormente<br />o espírito das horas mornas<br /><br />existe quem não acredite<br />ou não queira ver<br />uma morte anunciada<br />ao cair da tarde<br /><br />meus olhos voam no horizonte<br />tentam poisar na névoa distante<br />ver além do cume das almas<br /><br />mas nada é certo<br />no terminar desta hora<br />apenas um reflexo de vida<br />no dia em que a morte foi anunciada<br /><br /></span></b><b><span style="color: white;"><i>Atit Ordep<br /></i><br />Foto de Arley Ichimura<br /></span></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-4476801646655777203?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Henrique Correiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15529172015397076784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-61172045449488048072011-02-18T21:05:00.000-03:002011-07-31T16:12:21.431-03:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/SHZrXd2AE3I/AAAAAAAABKY/AcV_ZXInSNE/s1600-h/sem+t%C3%83%C6%92%C3%82%C2%ADtulo55.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221478868874957682" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/SHZrXd2AE3I/AAAAAAAABKY/AcV_ZXInSNE/s320/sem+t%C3%83%C2%ADtulo55.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div><div><span style="color: red; font-family: verdana;"><i>A noite expõe<br />nossos segredos<br />Tinge nossos sonhos<br />de vermelho<br />Expõe aos amantes<br />a realidade<br />Pecados...<br />são revelados<br />Amores...<br />são consumados<br />A noite assusta<br />A noite acalma<br />Muitos pesadelos<br />tornam-se reais<br />Muitas mentiras<br />são contadas<br />É à noite<br />sendo revelada<br />É a vida<br />sendo vivida<br />Somos nós<br />nos revelando<br /></i></span></div><div><span style="color: red; font-family: verdana;"><i>.<br /></i></span></div><div><span style="color: red; font-family: verdana;"><i>Ferina*izil*</i></span></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-6117204544948804807?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ferina*izil*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390201748293295215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-86245027807949364542011-02-14T01:05:00.000-03:002011-07-31T16:11:49.040-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LImOWSLWVY0/TV535QMPJBI/AAAAAAAAHi0/DT7gtx4qBgo/s1600/A+Chuva.bmp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="136" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LImOWSLWVY0/TV535QMPJBI/AAAAAAAAHi0/DT7gtx4qBgo/s200/A+Chuva.bmp.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="color: lime;"><b>O céu trouxe a chuva,</b></div><div style="color: lime;"><b>que trouxe a saudade...</b></div><div style="color: lime;"><b>a chuva permaneceu</b></div><div style="color: lime;"><b>a noite inteira...</b></div><div style="color: lime;"><b>pela manhã, o sol apareceu</b></div><div style="color: lime;"><b>sorrindo e secando&nbsp; tudo...</b></div><div style="color: lime;"><b>só os meus olhos</b></div><div style="color: lime;"><b>continuam úmidos,</b></div><div style="color: lime;"><b>só em mim ainda chove</b></div><div style="color: lime;"><b>uma saudade doida e doída </b></div><div style="color: lime;"><b>de você...&nbsp;</b></div><div style="color: lime;"><b>.</b></div><b style="color: lime;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;; font-size: 10pt;">Suely Ribella © </span></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-8624502780794936454?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16861852460873611479noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-25021878102463272562011-02-10T20:10:00.000-03:002011-07-30T14:34:22.486-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KVr9inc0ulQ/TVho7027HNI/AAAAAAAABPw/xox3Ckg24o8/s1600/beco.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573319915881569490" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KVr9inc0ulQ/TVho7027HNI/AAAAAAAABPw/xox3Ckg24o8/s320/beco.png" style="cursor: pointer; height: 190px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: red;">Esse senhor</span><br /><span style="color: red;">não foi lapidado</span><br /><span style="color: red;">é um homem</span><br /><span style="color: red;">sem chapéu</span><br /><span style="color: red;">sem fraque</span><br /><span style="color: red;">vive nos becos</span><br /><span style="color: red;">escondido</span><br /><span style="color: red;">nas sombras</span><br /><span style="color: red;">daqueles</span><br /><span style="color: red;">que passam</span><br /><span style="color: red;">embebidos</span><br /><span style="color: red;">do mesmo amor</span><br /><span style="color: red;">que ele provou</span><br /><span style="color: red;">e agora sente</span><br /><span style="color: red;">amargar na boca</span><br /><span style="color: red;">das ruas,</span><br /><span style="color: red;">da sarjeta</span><br /><span style="color: red;">onde mora</span><br /><span style="color: red;">a solidão.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: red;">ferina * Karolina B</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-2502187810246327256?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Karol ---de BH---noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-86424248375966442732011-02-06T21:09:00.000-03:002011-07-31T16:11:14.699-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pe2Cip0QZUw/TWbzqRYNe-I/AAAAAAAABP4/TWScdfWKCIs/s1600/Girl%2BFlying.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577413096089943010" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pe2Cip0QZUw/TWbzqRYNe-I/AAAAAAAABP4/TWScdfWKCIs/s320/Girl%2BFlying.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 211px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><span style="color: red;"><br />O véu que nos separa<br />deixa ver muito pouco<br />dos seus traços elegantes<br />do seu sorriso blasé<br />sinto por instante<br />que você me encara<br />mas não sei dizer<br />se está zombando de mim<br />ou simplesmente<br />está sentando bem perto<br />tentando me ver<br />e entre suspiros e uivos<br />eu só posso repetir,<br />quantas vezes já disse<br />já nem sei (mil talvez)<br />o véu que nos separa<br />serviu pra nos unir<br />o que seria um simples momento<br />(vívido e excitante)<br />tornou-se um "pra sempre"<br />(nublado mas constante)<br />Pra sempre.<br /><br /></span> <span style="color: red;">Ferina * Karolina B</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-8642424837596644273?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Karol ---de BH---noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-50431538506987495552011-02-02T16:50:00.000-03:002011-07-30T14:33:14.817-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_km8OHdFE8TY/TVHjNsmBZGI/AAAAAAAAHiE/Lb00F4zqXns/s1600/Sobras%253DVT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="151" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_km8OHdFE8TY/TVHjNsmBZGI/AAAAAAAAHiE/Lb00F4zqXns/s200/Sobras%253DVT.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="color: lime; text-align: left;"><b>Não dou migalhas a ninguém.</b></div><div style="color: lime; text-align: left;"><b>Penso que, migalhas </b></div><div style="color: lime; text-align: left;"><b>devem envergonhar e machucar</b></div><div style="color: lime; text-align: left;"><b>muito mais a quem dá,&nbsp;</b></div><div style="color: lime; text-align: left;"><b>do que a quem recebe.&nbsp;</b></div><div style="color: lime; text-align: left;"><b>.&nbsp;</b></div><div style="color: lime; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;; font-size: 10pt;">Suely Ribella ©&nbsp;</span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-5043153850698749555?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16861852460873611479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-77586376158992239292011-01-29T21:22:00.000-03:002011-07-30T14:30:07.480-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/TVHfcfd4j7I/AAAAAAAACLA/eGH8a3htQXI/s1600/antes%2Bque%2Ba%2Bluz%2B%2Bse%2Bapague.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571479894610186162" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/TVHfcfd4j7I/AAAAAAAACLA/eGH8a3htQXI/s320/antes%2Bque%2Ba%2Bluz%2B%2Bse%2Bapague.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 282px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><img alt="" src="file:///C:/Users/izilda%20galluccio/Pictures/2-ZFOTOS%20PARA%20BLOG/Andrzej.jpg" /> <br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">Não sei de suas verdades,</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">elas nunca foram cristalinas.</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">Sei de suas mentiras,</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">elas sempre foram </span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">bem claras para mim.</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">Somente o meu amor</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">não é suficiente para</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">que a nossa vida continue</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">É preciso muito mais,</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">talvez não mais de você,</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">Outro talvez, mais claro.</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">Interessado, amigo,</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">enfim um amor real</span></div><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> .</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Ferina*Izil*</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-7758637615899223929?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ferina*izil*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390201748293295215noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-60255518157065914892011-01-25T16:09:00.000-03:002011-07-30T14:29:33.794-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sis0S7OIzIg/TURmGXY6jvI/AAAAAAAADaE/ubmubBuoDJ4/s1600/720288%2BPaulo%2BRamos.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567687298880540402" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sis0S7OIzIg/TURmGXY6jvI/AAAAAAAADaE/ubmubBuoDJ4/s320/720288%2BPaulo%2BRamos.jpg" style="display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><b><span style="color: white;">corri enormes serventias interiores<br />sem vislumbrar saída para o exterior<br />todas as janelas<br />todas as portas<br />desembocavam num espaço fechado<br /><br />palmilhei caminhos sem fim<br />só encontrei janelas fechadas<br />e portas de acesso a quartos<br />que não deixavam pressentir a rua<br /><br />com o coração ansioso e cansado<br />e o choro na ponta dos olhos<br />abri a porta final<br />onde estavas tu e mais alguém<br /><br />voltei costas ao horror<br />de um corpo sem alma<br />e com o choro a saltar dos olhos<br />corri mais uma vez<br />corri até a tua voz<br />que chamava por mim deixar de se ouvir<br /><br />de novo nos corredores interiores<br />deste pesadelo repetido<br />chorei com raiva incontida<br />por ter perdido de novo<br />a noção da porta que se abre para a rua<br /><br /><i>Atit Ordep</i><br /><br /><br /></span></b><b><span style="color: white;"></span></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-6025551815706591489?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Henrique Correiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15529172015397076784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-4439913815838625062011-01-21T20:56:00.000-03:002011-07-29T00:00:50.155-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_km8OHdFE8TY/SjM71uUmniI/AAAAAAAAEW0/jma00Qksvik/s1600-h/Pesadelos%3DBP%2BFF.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346682976772464162" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_km8OHdFE8TY/SjM71uUmniI/AAAAAAAAEW0/jma00Qksvik/s200/Pesadelos%3DBP%2BFF.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 200px; width: 135px;" /></a><br /><span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana; font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;">Lugar de horrores,<br />cenas de assustar,<br />maus odores,<br />não consigo respirar...<br /><br />Sons e ruídos<br />alucinantes,<br />vozes e gemidos<br />dilacerantes...<br /><br />Imagens feias,<br />monstros, dragões,<br />aranhas nas teias,<br />múmias, escorpiões...<br /><br />Tento fugir,<br />não quero vê-los,<br />não posso dormir,<br />são pesadelos...<br /><br />Estou à mercê<br />do perigo,<br />estou sem você<br />comigo...<br />.<br />Suely Ribella ©<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-443991381583862506?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16861852460873611479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-30036701059033191632011-01-17T11:43:00.000-03:002011-07-31T16:04:27.635-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uWDy7lpgfdI/TVafJV-iYKI/AAAAAAAACLI/WCzlLo9KS9o/s1600/mail.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572816571784650914" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uWDy7lpgfdI/TVafJV-iYKI/AAAAAAAACLI/WCzlLo9KS9o/s320/mail.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><span style="color: #336666; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Ci siamo,</span><br /><span style="color: #336666; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">di nuovo torna.</span><br /><span style="color: #336666; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Sì, torna Lei.</span><br /><span style="color: #336666; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">La primavera.</span><br /><span style="color: #336666; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Si risveglia la natura,</span><br /><span style="color: #336666; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">ma anche gli amori</span><br /><span style="color: #336666; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">e con loro i ricordi.</span><br /><span style="color: #336666; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Quelli che fanno male al cuore.</span><br /><span style="color: #336666; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Che vorresti dimenticare.</span><br /><span style="color: #336666; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Tornano le rondini,</span><br /><span style="color: #336666; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">tornano i fiori, i colori.</span><br /><span style="color: #336666; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Tutti si amano.</span><br /><span style="color: #336666; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Tu rimani a guardare,</span><br /><span style="color: #336666; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">dov'è il tuo amore,</span><br /><span style="color: #336666; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">dov'è la tua Primavera?</span><br /><span style="color: #336666; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">.</span><br /><span style="color: #336666; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Lancil</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-3003670105903319163?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lancilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05608476737998172993noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-27709208366540385112011-01-13T00:34:00.004-03:002011-09-01T02:46:57.531-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl5skO8xySw/TTpJW7SuilI/AAAAAAAABPU/EAq0scVnemA/s1600/seducao.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564840947791858258" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rl5skO8xySw/TTpJW7SuilI/AAAAAAAABPU/EAq0scVnemA/s400/seducao.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 224px; width: 272px;" /></a><br /><br />Me sinto perdendo<br />o jogo que iniciei<br />minhas regras<br />foram ignoradas<br />cartas sobraram<br />na mesa redonda<br />muita trapaça<br />ganância, remorço<br />rodada após rodada<br />Antes sabia dizer<br />se seus olhos<br />estavam mentindo<br />enquanto os lábios<br />sorriam pra mim<br />Hoje nem ao menos<br />sei como terminar<br />essa partida<br />Acho que ambos<br />temos cartas boas<br />mas também temo<br />que apostei alto demais<br />para perder agora<br /><br />Ferina * Karolina B<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-2770920836654038511?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Karol ---de BH---noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-84331322291119983042011-01-09T01:00:00.000-03:002011-07-29T00:01:13.518-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_km8OHdFE8TY/TTYszitnxpI/AAAAAAAAHdA/-e62-gFf4eA/s1600/porta+aberta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_km8OHdFE8TY/TTYszitnxpI/AAAAAAAAHdA/-e62-gFf4eA/s200/porta+aberta.jpg" width="133" /></a></div><b style="color: lime;">Tomou conta de mim, <br />o medo, <br />um arrepio me paralisou,<br />e quando pude me mover,<br />fui embora,<br />sem, ao menos, espiar<br />se atrás daquela porta<br />entreaberta<br />havia um segredo,<br />ou apenas o vazio<br />de um cômodo abandonado,<br />quem sabe às pressas...<br />.<br />Suely Ribella © </b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-8433132229111998304?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16861852460873611479noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-80993913565711680142011-01-05T09:39:00.001-03:002011-03-17T02:03:25.569-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/TSOh1MBp34I/AAAAAAAACKc/10KtQF8Yb_8/s1600/54179_00018wba.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558464300238626690" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/TSOh1MBp34I/AAAAAAAACKc/10KtQF8Yb_8/s320/54179_00018wba.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 233px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: verdana;">Seguindo pelo seu caminho</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: verdana;">eu me perdi....</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: verdana;">Escutando suas palavras</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: verdana;">eu desaprendi</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: verdana;">Sentindo seus beijos</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: verdana;">eu enlouqueci</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: verdana;">Sentindo seu calor</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: verdana;">eu me aqueci</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: verdana;">Sentindo seu amor</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: verdana;">eu compreendi</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: verdana;">Nada era para mim</div><span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: verdana;"> .</span><br /><span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: verdana;">Ferina Izil</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-8099391356571168014?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ferina*izil*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390201748293295215noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-29361339654130765242011-01-01T16:26:00.000-03:002011-02-06T13:02:28.877-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/TSOicZuO4KI/AAAAAAAACKk/Z4T10Czuywc/s1600/001g053b3NV.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558464973930160290" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/TSOicZuO4KI/AAAAAAAACKk/Z4T10Czuywc/s320/001g053b3NV.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br />Siamo alla fine di un anno,<br />un anno della nostra vita.<br />Se il destino vorrà<br />ci regalerà altri anni,<br />ma sempre anni uguali.<br />Anni senza amore,<br />anni senza calore,<br />anni senza emozioni.<br />Calma piatta, liscia.<br />Vita che trascorre<br />come un'onda sempre uguale.<br />Ma a chi buon anno?<br />A me no, so già come sarà...<br />Auguri a Voi, a Te<br />che sei felice.<br />.<br />Lancil<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-2936133965413076524?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lancilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05608476737998172993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-28697118900453507822010-12-28T16:20:00.000-03:002011-08-12T22:04:50.970-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/TRuKGatlDDI/AAAAAAAACKU/15ymdzvZyHk/s1600/525.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556186408145980466" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/TRuKGatlDDI/AAAAAAAACKU/15ymdzvZyHk/s320/525.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 215px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Escrever nem sempre é fácil,</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">assim como na vida </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">temos momentos de muita</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">inspiração e outros de um</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">grande vazio, as palavras</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">não surgem, somem por completo</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Sei que quando estamos </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">com sentimentos fortes</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">(amor, ódio, rancor),</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">é bem mais fácil escrever</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Mas momentos de calmaria</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">nas emoções, não é bom</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Nada surge, nada alegra,</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">nada faz sorrir, nada embeleza</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Sentimentos vêm e vão,</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">assim como palavras</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Vamos esperar a próxima</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">estação, e quem sabe</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">surge uma nova paixão.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Feliz ANO NOVO </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-2869711890045350782?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ferina*izil*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390201748293295215noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-39225429026996794772010-12-24T01:00:00.000-03:002011-08-12T22:05:25.561-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_km8OHdFE8TY/TRSGPZQU2cI/AAAAAAAAHZE/_zfEW7bhojA/s1600/Cartas-ao-papai-noel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="163" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_km8OHdFE8TY/TRSGPZQU2cI/AAAAAAAAHZE/_zfEW7bhojA/s200/Cartas-ao-papai-noel.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><b style="color: lime;">Nunca sonhei<br />com príncipe encantado,<br />não pensei<br />em morar em castelos<br />ou frequentar<br />festas em palácios,<br />não fui princesa,<br />nem cinderela,<br />não tive varinha mágica,<br />nem sapatinho de cristal.<br />Não me apaixonei,<br />nem enlouqueci<br />por nenhum artista.<br />Escapei dessas sandices,<br />mas até descobrir,<br />por mim mesma,<br />que o Papai Noel<br />era o meu pai,<br />acreditei no bom velhinho.<br />.<br />Suely Ribella ©</b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-3922542902699679477?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16861852460873611479noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-67004503151516495262010-12-20T13:34:00.000-03:002011-08-12T22:07:03.624-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/TRI4-duZb_I/AAAAAAAACKI/VTaRlO6dro8/s1600/c5.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553563936283521010" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/TRI4-duZb_I/AAAAAAAACKI/VTaRlO6dro8/s320/c5.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 218px; width: 320px;" /></a><br />Tutti sorridono oggi,<br />certo, è Natale.<br />Solo io rimango<br />in un angolo,<br />con il mio dolore.<br />Mi hanno rubato,<br />dal petto, il cuore.<br />Ci hanno giocato,<br />ed ora l'han gettato.<br />Nessuno<br />si ricorda di me.<br />Solo il freddo gelido<br />mi fa compagnia,<br />al posto, dove un tempo<br />stava di casa l'allegria.<br />Uccidimi, finirò di soffrire.<br />Anche a Natale si muore.<br />.<br />Lancil<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-6700450315151649526?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lancilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05608476737998172993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-42012471072787746072010-12-16T20:10:00.000-03:002011-09-03T02:33:30.830-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sis0S7OIzIg/TOr4cPwa4PI/AAAAAAAADYM/JWFhisQTSaI/s1600/4140721%2BAlexandre%2BGrand.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542515455582462194" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sis0S7OIzIg/TOr4cPwa4PI/AAAAAAAADYM/JWFhisQTSaI/s320/4140721%2BAlexandre%2BGrand.jpg" style="display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 213px;" /></a><br /><div><b><span style="color: white;">pelo caminho<br />parei para te abraçar<br />senti as raízes penetrarem a terra<br />e o tempo abrandar<br /><br />penso nisso agora<br />reparo que o sol não se movia<br />o vento não soprava<br />e os teus olhos fechados<br />percorriam o céu da minha boca<br /><br />eu agarrava-te<br />com força e delicadeza<br />o suficiente para me fundir contigo<br />num cadinho de barro<br /><br />as aves poisadas<br />nos meus sonhos<br />esperavam que tu os estilhaçasses<br />para poderem voar<br /><br />eu acreditei<br />abraçava o mundo<br />expurgado de pecados<br />e o teu amor imaculado<br /><br />e quando abri os olhos<br />tinhas partido<br />ficou só um aroma<br />do teu corpo nas minha mãos vazias<br /></span></b><b><span style="color: white;"><i>Atit Ordep</i><br />Foto de Alexandre Grand</span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-4201247107278774607?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Henrique Correiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15529172015397076784noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-15564361027425494112010-12-12T01:00:00.000-03:002011-09-03T02:34:08.504-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_km8OHdFE8TY/TNd7v5t1eDI/AAAAAAAAHU4/a0t5xRXEMc4/s1600/meusonho_imagem_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="124" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_km8OHdFE8TY/TNd7v5t1eDI/AAAAAAAAHU4/a0t5xRXEMc4/s200/meusonho_imagem_01.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><b><span style="color: lime;">Guardo meus sonhos </span></b><br /><b><span style="color: lime;">com muito carinho,</span></b><br /><b><span style="color: lime;">sei que são sonhos, </span></b><br /><b><span style="color: lime;">disso não passam,</span></b><br /><b><span style="color: lime;">mas são meus, </span></b><br /><b><span style="color: lime;">podem até me impedir </span></b><br /><b><span style="color: lime;">de realizar, </span></b><br /><b><span style="color: lime;">mas não podem </span></b><br /><b><span style="color: lime;">me impedir</span></b><br /><b><span style="color: lime;">de sonhar...</span></b><br /><b><span style="color: lime;">.</span></b><br /><b><span style="color: lime;">Suely Ribella © </span></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-1556436102742549411?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16861852460873611479noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-29831051514983768202010-12-08T16:54:00.000-03:002011-09-03T02:35:19.065-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sis0S7OIzIg/TPvuGgioZ4I/AAAAAAAADZE/acVBZnN-Vu0/s1600/4217337%2Bzul-photo.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547289161618712450" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sis0S7OIzIg/TPvuGgioZ4I/AAAAAAAADZE/acVBZnN-Vu0/s320/4217337%2Bzul-photo.jpg" style="display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 218px;" /></a><br /><b><span style="color: white;">aguardo pelo grande pássaro<br />cegonha moderna<br />que trás menina<br />bem crescidinha<br />e ao mesmo tempo tão pequenina<br /><br />limpam-se os botões<br />do uniforme de gala<br />e varre-se a parada<br />ela vai passar revista ás tropas<br /><br />limpei meu fuzil<br />estava cheio de pó<br />carreguei de pólvora seca<br />para não magoar ninguém<br /><br />estou preparado para a guerra<br />fiz minhas pinturas de camuflagem<br />cavei minha trincheira<br />marquei meu perímetro de segurança<br /><br />pode avançar com tudo o que tem<br />eu não vou resistir muito<br />depressa me rendo<br />para ficar em seus braços<br />e me render aos seus caprichos<br /><br />venha de lá essa guerra<br />que nenhum mar pode dividir<br /></span></b><b><span style="color: white;"><i>Atit Ordep</i><br />Foto de zul-photo</span></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-2983105151498376820?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Henrique Correiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15529172015397076784noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1564788656802753644.post-80630267300978648342010-12-04T12:29:00.000-03:002011-09-03T02:36:25.276-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/TMcC9KZmDfI/AAAAAAAACJg/3nol5Vdo4b8/s1600/pes2008_by_insonia.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532393917034925554" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDWQyQci2RU/TMcC9KZmDfI/AAAAAAAACJg/3nol5Vdo4b8/s320/pes2008_by_insonia.png" style="cursor: pointer; height: 320px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Presa, enjaulada </span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">em sentimentos, </span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">conceitos, preconceitos</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Presa no certo e no errado,</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">nas mentiras nas verdades.</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Amarrada sem saber por quê</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">a vida assim determinou.</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Este destino não foi</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">traçado por mim,</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">ele formou sozinho</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">e como marcada a ferro,</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">para sempre uma escrava me tornei,</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">sem saída desta vida, </span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">sem saber viver a vida</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">vou empurrando sem</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">saborear nem um pouco </span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">as delicias que a vida tem</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">.</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;">Ferina *izil*</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1564788656802753644-8063026730097864834?l=ferasferidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ferina*izil*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01390201748293295215noreply@blogger.com2