tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015986858407311982012-02-19T16:59:37.316-08:00Uma mulher no escuroPolianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17701069253859195983noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-101598685840731198.post-34014170295471447902012-02-19T16:57:00.002-08:002012-02-19T16:59:37.320-08:00Olhares<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5V8GeKdzsX8/T0Gac22G5KI/AAAAAAAAAzI/88pXUoDn2As/s1600/1810267_orig.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5V8GeKdzsX8/T0Gac22G5KI/AAAAAAAAAzI/88pXUoDn2As/s400/1810267_orig.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />Há olhares que despertam,<br />E provocam,<br />Mesmo que distantes.<br /><br />Há os que causam dúvida,<br />Que confundem<br />Com estranheza penetrante.<br /><br />Há os que contam segredos<br />E histórias...<br />De vividez marcante.<br /><br />E os que se escondem,<br />E absorvem.<br />Para fugirem errantes.<br /><br />Mas há olhares, <br />Que iluminam e dilaceram.<br />São os teus,<br />Que, sós, os meus<br />Procuram e veneram.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/101598685840731198-3401417029547144790?l=umamulhernoescuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Polianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17701069253859195983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-101598685840731198.post-22241432045615414732012-02-18T09:38:00.002-08:002012-02-19T13:07:12.590-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-91wgYHPKFgw/Tz_eeu1Bz4I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/k0fHqM3cUU4/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-91wgYHPKFgw/Tz_eeu1Bz4I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/k0fHqM3cUU4/s1600/1.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">E foi necessário retornar,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">Para ser novamente brilho fosco</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">A empalidecer na escuridão.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">O sonho é sempre uma saudade.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">E o vazio... </div><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Minha única certeza.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/101598685840731198-2224143204561541473?l=umamulhernoescuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Polianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17701069253859195983noreply@blogger.com0