tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25636528029555965392011-11-15T16:02:05.575-02:00Minhas loucuras cósmicas e terrenas!Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.comBlogger1421100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-56141267776379363742011-10-27T22:49:00.003-02:002011-10-27T22:52:02.597-02:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">As mudanças vem sem ao menos percebê-las de imediato.&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">Antes minha estação preferida era o inverno e hoje prefiro a primavera.&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">Ontem eu vibrava ao por do sol; Gostava de brindar a noite dando adeus ao dia.&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">Hoje, vibro ao nascer do sol para abraçar o dia e todas suas luzes coloridas.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-5614126777637936374?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-19994102827168126292011-10-13T09:36:00.005-03:002011-10-13T09:53:59.811-03:00<div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> <i> Para C.V</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Os ventos pararam de uivar...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Quando teu pensamento abraçou o meu.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">O mar de meu coração serenou...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Quando meus olhos fixaram-se nos teus.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Senti que já era tua desde o outro dia...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Que tua boca uniu-se a minha!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-1999410282716812629?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-71435079595578240442011-08-16T11:09:00.002-03:002011-08-16T11:10:25.004-03:00Tava lendo...<div>Poemas de 2011. </div><div>Nada bons, Nada bons!!!</div><div> <br /></div><div>Preciso: apaixonar ou tomar um belíssimo porre!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-7143507959557824044?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-82150832751240104842011-08-16T10:53:00.004-03:002011-08-16T11:02:47.333-03:00<span class="Apple-style-span">Tragédia</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Tragédia</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Tragédia...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Metade do rosto sorrindo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Metade do rosto sofrendo!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Tragédia</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Tragédia</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Tragédia...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Os pés sangrando no palco</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Os olhos sorrindo no espelho!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Tragédia</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Tragédia</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Tragédia!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Rosas jazem no palco</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">As mãos entrelaçam o ato!</span></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-8215083275124010484?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-30991114076736232372011-06-26T20:03:00.001-03:002011-06-26T20:05:53.989-03:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Não gosto do que não me chama a curiosidade e daquilo que não faz meu sangue e mente ferver! </span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Gosto do que não é convencional, gosto do excêntrico, gosto dos malucos, dos varridos... Daqueles que preferem correr riscos à ficarem escondidos.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-3099111407673623237?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-30350964653644634152011-04-20T14:09:00.005-03:002011-04-20T14:17:14.437-03:00<span class="Apple-style-span">Prefiro as paixões aos amores!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Dizem: -És Louca.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Sim! Louca sou...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Pois prefiro perder o ar, correr os riscos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">A viver em perfeito comodismo de uma felicidade inerte.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-3035096465364463415?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-73326678534466552722011-02-08T19:56:00.005-02:002011-08-16T11:06:21.675-03:00<span class="Apple-style-span">Talvez tudo seja uma grande ilusão</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span">De um mágico negro</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Perturbando os sonos</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Daqueles que andam por ai...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Uma grande e agre-doce ilusão!</span></div><div> <br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"> <br /></span></div><div> <br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-7332667853446655272?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-64317994296038142032010-10-28T19:02:00.004-02:002010-10-28T19:20:27.130-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/TMnnEuZxWVI/AAAAAAAAASY/uv7NoyFzEg4/s1600/cartola_12.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/TMnnEuZxWVI/AAAAAAAAASY/uv7NoyFzEg4/s320/cartola_12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533207685562980690" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/TMnnEDeYsQI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Q-2WHVbcE8M/s1600/noel-rosa-o-maior.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/TMnnEDeYsQI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Q-2WHVbcE8M/s320/noel-rosa-o-maior.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533207674039611650" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/TMnnDuf6W6I/AAAAAAAAASI/zPiACF4ZuZQ/s1600/vinicius-de-moraes1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/TMnnDuf6W6I/AAAAAAAAASI/zPiACF4ZuZQ/s320/vinicius-de-moraes1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533207668408867746" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Bate depressa</span></div><div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Coração de poeta<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Reflete o batuque<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">No tamborim do verso<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Atabaque<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Bandolim<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Viva o butiquim!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Bate depressa<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Coração de poeta</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Dá-me um cigarro<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">E componho em cinzas<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Dá-me um copo Recito a noite inteira<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Coração de poeta<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Sentimento<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Convulsivo<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Impulsivo<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Batucado...<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Só se perde<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Quando o feitiço do batuque acaba.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">*** </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Fotos: Cartola, Noel Rosa e Vinicius de Moraes ( O Branco mais preto do Brasil)</span></i></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></o:p></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-6431799429603814203?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-18143462959758037312010-10-28T18:50:00.007-02:002010-10-28T19:21:16.658-02:00<h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Púrpuras palavras</span></span></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: normal; font-size: medium; ">Versos puros</span></h2> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Vogais<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Alfabeto inteiro<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Dicionário...<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Poema </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; ">Vivo</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Perfeito!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Sede imensa<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Do Sol intenso<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">No esverdeado mar <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">De meus segredos...</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Segue a lenda<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Da alquimia<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Da palavra...<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Da letra <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Por pena<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">E tintura desenhada!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Foi-se o sonho<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">No turbilhão<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Amargo do final de frase.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Segue outra linha...<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Pois como toda lenda<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A do Poeta<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Do poema<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Não acaba junto ao ponto.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></o:p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-1814346295975803731?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-56511798615621759642010-10-03T19:46:00.004-03:002010-10-03T20:01:40.431-03:00<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>Ode as eleições</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div>Bandeiras que representam nada</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ou representam quase nada</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Santos nos altares dos políticos</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Políticos santos de barro</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">O discurso sempre o mesmo</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Desta democracia velada</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Eu com cara de velório</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Na fila da palhaçada.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Camisas de Che-Guevara</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Boinas a lá Chaves</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Tem até quem se fantasie de onça, tucano, cobra, de árvore</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Mas de Fidel ninguém se mascara...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">O circo continua lindo</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Macacos em volta do banjo</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Enquanto uns batem carteiras</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Outros sentaram nas cadeiras batendo o banco.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Nesta boa brincadeira</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ainda há quem veste a cangalha</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Por medo de bota campeira e chicote na cara</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ou por apenas um fardo de alfafa...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A ignorância política é nossa maior desgraça!</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-5651179861562175964?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-91495146279478486832010-10-01T20:28:00.004-03:002010-10-01T20:39:40.976-03:00<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Uma manhã de descaso</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Uma tarde de cansaço</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A noite finda com uma Lua bela</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">E um beijo amigo...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Permita-me!!!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Apenas um beijo</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Um longo beijo...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Um beijo demorado apenas</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Por mais um minuto ou a vida inteira!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-9149514627947848683?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-74067362051264007022010-09-16T20:46:00.004-03:002010-09-16T20:52:55.784-03:00<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Breve! Num instante de delírio</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Compomos versos verde-amarelos</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Da cor do país gentil.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Versos brancos brandos</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Nuvens em céu anil</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Luxúria, fantasias</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Carnaval de peito varonil.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Bandeira e deveras bandalheiras</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">E, mesmo assim... IDOLATRADA!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ah! Quase ia esquecendo-me</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Do Ipiranga as margens plácidas...</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-7406736205126400702?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-71765537542007575782010-09-16T20:22:00.005-03:002010-09-16T20:39:27.012-03:00<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Flor da meia noite</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Refletindo</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">O esplendor da madrugada<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Complô do cosmos<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Conspiração da lua<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Lua negra...<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Longa escada<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Guturais chegam<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">As palavras<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Como demônios<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A falar aos meus ouvidos<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Martírio agônico lascivo... Complemento!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Flor do dia<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Alvorada<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Meio dia<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ainda sinto o clamor da palavra dita<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Do verso construído<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">No calabouço da fadiga!</span></span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">VIVA! VIVA! VIDA!</span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-7176553754200757578?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-84752226078244569092010-08-24T19:05:00.007-03:002010-08-24T20:50:29.242-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/THRarXUls4I/AAAAAAAAARY/qZgDQmRqAxA/s1600/homem-que-fuma-300x218.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/THRarXUls4I/AAAAAAAAARY/qZgDQmRqAxA/s320/homem-que-fuma-300x218.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509127945222206338" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div><div style="text-align: right;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Segue a canalhice:</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Um bilhete na porta da geladeira e um cigarrinho na mesa de cabeceira.</span></span></i></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Finjo que amo...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">De amor louco, infinito e traiçoeiro</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Não existe melhor coisa pra malandra(o)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Que pretende fugir de (possível) cativeiro.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Segue em samba... Porque o Rock acabou a tempo.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-8475222607824456909?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-5777465161405771882010-08-20T22:40:00.003-03:002010-08-20T22:49:51.506-03:00<div style="text-align: right;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Sobre poesias ocasionais</span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A vida é puro poema...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">O resto é só o resto a passar despercebido</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Quando não se tem olhos tão sensíveis.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Então, meu caríssimo amigo</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Que de nossos olhos nunca se extraviem os sentidos!</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-577746516140577188?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-29138389238756133952010-08-20T20:00:00.011-03:002010-08-24T19:20:14.254-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/TG8O2FJTUKI/AAAAAAAAARA/VRRAS0zmDs4/s1600/nascer-cassino.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/TG8O2FJTUKI/AAAAAAAAARA/VRRAS0zmDs4/s320/nascer-cassino.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507637191554322594" /></a><br /><div><div style="text-align: right;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Obrigada ao amigo que entrou nessa loucura em pleno invern</span></span>o</i></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div>Depois da <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">boemia</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Cintilam traços tão vivos vermelhos</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Num céu quase pálido cinzento...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A hora apressa-se enquanto</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A luz emana agora tão laranja</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Enchendo de torpor o coração</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">De quem cessa a dança para ver</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A graduação <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sutil</span> da matriz de cor</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Que, por vezes, a mente engana...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">No breve sonhar</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">No torpor do coração </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Na <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">contradança</span> do Sol nas tuas mãos</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">O raio amarelo tão solar</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Sonha alto com o Mar</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Tornando-o tão cobre por rubor</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">E tão bronze o meu olhar.</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-2913838923875613395?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-36329387120412504272010-08-19T20:05:00.003-03:002010-08-19T20:16:10.769-03:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Meus versos</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">São feitos de efeitos de imagens</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Dos defeitos das miragens</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">De ideias que convulsionam verbos</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Nas linhas tortas do lado de cá do cerebral hemisfério...</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-3632938712041250427?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-30240961738742242012010-08-13T19:57:00.003-03:002010-08-13T20:14:53.715-03:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Perdi meus olhos no oceano de minha alma</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Meu amor num beco</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Minha angustia em um butiquim</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">O verso em alguma esquina.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Dançando cai em precipício...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Fui salva por um cavaleiro de armas escuras</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Amigo de um ciclope black power (que vive pelas areias do Cassino)...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">A insanidade salvou-me da Morte</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Cobrindo meus olhos da areia dos sonhos.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Ganhei um anel do vampiro</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Valsando no som vibrante do silêncio.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Casei-me com véu de sombras coloridas</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Cavalgando em um cavalo furta-cor alado.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Fugi do Destino em negro dragão flamejante</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Despedaçando o coração dançante do feliz cavaleiro</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Afinal...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Apaixonei-me por um belo latino</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Que conheci nos jardins do hospício.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Segue o baile... </span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-3024096173874224201?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-2198848264688223412010-07-07T23:15:00.008-03:002010-08-20T23:11:48.103-03:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Quando o tempo</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Escorre entre meus dedos</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Agitando-se e lembrando-me</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Meus compromissos</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Jogando prazos, batendo os calcanhares na minha testa...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Lembro-o sorrindo</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Que ainda tenho tempo de sonhar mais um pouquinho.</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-219884826468822341?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-19406084612415642842010-06-18T18:13:00.006-03:002010-08-20T23:12:22.416-03:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Você diz que sabe</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Tanto de mim...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Quem sabe só um tanto</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ou um pouco mais que outrem...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Você diz que sabe tudo</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Tudo sobre mim?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ledo engano...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Sobre mim só se sabem fragmentos</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Que deixei em mosaicos dos meus gestos</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Um quebra cabeças complexo...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Por vezes, até mesmo para mim.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Tudo sobre mim?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Eu rio fechando os olhos da tua impáfia</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">De dizer que sabes tanto sobre mim...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Só sabe o meu todo</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Quem têm a coragem de olhar no olho do furacão...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">O tempo se foi, a tempestade partiu e não olhastes</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">De mim o que sabes?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Sabes somente o que eu quis!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-1940608461241564284?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-90260037938657931622010-06-03T17:36:00.007-03:002010-10-01T20:28:03.324-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/TKZtlZ9mGcI/AAAAAAAAARw/HMKkDnuEaW8/s1600/morte.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/TKZtlZ9mGcI/AAAAAAAAARw/HMKkDnuEaW8/s320/morte.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523222482408315330" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Esta é dedicada a você</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Que não corre</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Não dança</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Não clama</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Não grita</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Não vive</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Não ama...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Apenas se estica </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Na mesma fadiga</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">De um sujeito deprê!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Pois fique sabendo</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A morte anda a sorrir</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Tocando jazz em um buteco qualquer</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Fique sabendo</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Que ela anda batendo os pés</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">No mesmo compasso do tic tac de seu reloginho francês...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Esta é dedicada a você</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Que acha que sabe de tudo e não vê</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Que não canta</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Não goza</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Não bebe</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Não dorme</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Não lê...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Apenas se encosta</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Numa mesma resposta</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">De um fracassado blasé.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Pois fique sabendo</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A morte sorrindo</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Já saiu do buteco</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Parece estar indo lhe ver...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">** Arte por Fernando Rodrigues dos Santos _ Grim Reaper Likes Blues (Arte Digital)<span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><i> </i></span></span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-9026003793865793162?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-4759400214346205942010-05-26T20:21:00.025-03:002010-08-20T23:13:21.525-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/TAWiGUQ_Z8I/AAAAAAAAAQA/mRgsuUEXAVI/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/TAWiGUQ_Z8I/AAAAAAAAAQA/mRgsuUEXAVI/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477962751168964546" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ela brincava de ser Marlene Dietrich</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Costumava dizer que faria cinema</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Tão soberba menina má.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ela brincava de ser Greta Garbo</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Gritava aos seus doces amores:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Leave-me alone!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ria alto ao encontrar corações partidos no hall de entrada</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Tão gélida menina má.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ela brincava de ser a musa de Bob Dylan</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Dizia que Like a Rolling Stone foi feita para ela</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Tão arrogante menina má.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ela gostava de brincar de gato e rato</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Sendo sempre: Lince</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A gatinha de botas</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Com dentes de sabre</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Tão sarcástica menina má.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ela brincou de ter o mundo, todo mundo e teve tudo</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Apenas para sustentar seus fúteis caprichos</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Por ser uma menina má...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ela ri, agora, mordendo os lábios</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Olhos em chama, pés descalços</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Procurando seus remorsos no bolso do casaco</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Sua alma na encruzilhada...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Tão louca menininha má.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">*** Desenho em Nankin By Fernando Rodrigues dos Santos _ </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Lost Little Girl (2010)</span></span></i></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-475940021434620594?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-90499085986072489772010-05-19T00:22:00.010-03:002010-08-20T23:13:54.068-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/S_NcLb1YDaI/AAAAAAAAAO4/YtFzj5k4-ig/s1600/conferencia+de+1927.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/S_NcLb1YDaI/AAAAAAAAAO4/YtFzj5k4-ig/s400/conferencia+de+1927.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472819323705232802" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Parabéns aqueles</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Que iluminaram o mundo</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Com sua ideias... E, abriram as portas da ciência ao mundo.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Parabéns aqueles</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Que, como eu, continuam a tentar entender o universo.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">*** 19 de maio_ Dia do Físico.</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></i></b></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">***FOTO:</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Participantes da quinta conferência Solvay sobre elétrons e fótons, outubro de 1927 (Institut International de Physique Solvay, Leopold Park)</span></span></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">As Conferências de Solvay acontecem desde 1911 e reúnem cientistas consagrados para tratar de grandes questões ligadas à Física e à Química.</span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Frente:</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> I. Langmuir, M. Planck, M. Curie, H.A. Lorentz, A. Einstein, P. Langevin, Ch. E. Guye, C.T.R. Wilson, O.W. Richardson</span></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Meio:</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> P. Debye, M. Knudsen, W.L. Bragg, H.A. Kramers, P.A.M. Dirac, A.H. Compton, L. de Broglie, M. Born, N. Bohr.</span></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Atrás:</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> A. Piccard, E. Henriot, P. Ehrenfest, Ed. Herzen, Th. De Donder, E. Schrödinger, J.E. Verschaffelt, W. Pauli, W. Heisenberg </span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">e R.H. Fowler, L. Brillouin.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-9049908598607248977?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-53060945953423733192010-05-05T19:08:00.015-03:002010-08-20T23:14:24.968-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/S-Hu65WkYhI/AAAAAAAAAN4/K-9yDItBBHo/s1600/Apocalypse_vasnetsov.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/S-Hu65WkYhI/AAAAAAAAAN4/K-9yDItBBHo/s320/Apocalypse_vasnetsov.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467914118199796242" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/S-HupfVKJRI/AAAAAAAAANw/P-ork_MtOFg/s1600/Apocalypse_vasnetsov.jpg"><br /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Fera que vive na terra</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Horror...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">De que te alimentas?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Da Guerra!</span></span><div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Tantos corações feitos de pedras...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A crueldade é tua indecisão</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A maldade vive no paradoxo</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Da tua boa intenção!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">*** Quadro: </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Os quatro Cavaleiros do Apocalipse, por Viktor Vasnetsov (1887).</span></span></i></span></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-5306094595342373319?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-60575537843830384802010-04-18T22:58:00.011-03:002010-08-20T23:14:51.516-03:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Minhas lágrimas caem</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">No imenso tabuleiro de vertigens</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A que estou aprisionada.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">O certo aparece-me ser o errado</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">O errado com seus olhos oblíquos e maliciosos</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Parecem-me o certo...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Pergunto então a meu coração imaculado e instintivo</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">O que é certo e o que é errado?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Num lampejo de estrelas cadentes</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Recebo a resposta no espelho...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Um leão abocanhando uma serpente</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Um lince olhando no futuro!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">As lágrimas cessam</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Jogo a rainha entre as torres</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Entre as torres o vilão morre condenado...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A liberdade é minha </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Acabam-se as vertigens...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">O tabuleiro é meu novamente!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">NOVO JOGO!!!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-6057553784383038480?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-34020391585639632212010-03-20T17:01:00.014-03:002010-08-20T23:15:15.130-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/S6UtNSPX-tI/AAAAAAAAAMY/XHnom84Pn94/s1600-h/coracao_negro.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 171px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/S6UtNSPX-tI/AAAAAAAAAMY/XHnom84Pn94/s200/coracao_negro.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450812630259727058" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Agora ando de olhos cegos</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Vagando em desafortunados desertos de lamentos.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">No momento escuto apenas as batidas tortas</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">De meu coração tão negro.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Neste meu presente tão funesto</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Resta-me apenas uma certeza desajeitada</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">De que...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Quando estiver pronta</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Quem sabe meu coração... </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Colorira.</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-3402039158563963221?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-67525759866242122362010-03-13T21:30:00.017-03:002010-08-20T23:15:41.114-03:00<div style="text-align: right;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Uma pequena homenagem aos amigos e poetas Filipe D. e Silvana Bronze</span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Parece que quando estamos tão tristonhos e tão frágeis</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Aparece uma fagulha de alegria</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Quando versam sobre nossos versos...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Então... As nuvens cor de chumbo se desfazem</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Num sorriso tão claro quanto um dia azul que nasce.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">APONTAMENTOS:</span></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">***Poema escrito em minha homenagem poelo poeta Filipe D. (link abaixo):</span></span></i></div><div><a href="http://poesiasemquerer.blogspot.com/2010/03/descoberta.html"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">http://poesiasemquerer.blogspot.com/2010/03/descoberta.html</span></span></i></a></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">***Quanto a minha amiga Silvana Bronze: Comentários em forma de poesia e um testemunho lindo no meu orkut que nunca havia agradecido devidamente. Transcrito agora abaixo:</span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"</span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Fátima,</span></span></i></div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">De coração tão Quintana eu te vejo,<br />Uma mulher tão forte e tão bela,<br />De palavra tão pura, tão dura - opostos que não se contadizem.<br />És vento, és alma, és força, mas sempre assim tão calma.<br /><br />Das tuas 1.001 nuances é a mais colorida que eu apreendo.<br />E se eu pudesse contar quem é Fátima deveras<br />Eu diria que para mim ela é musa e Poeta."</span></span></i><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-6752575986624212236?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-48017200772589654992010-03-13T16:33:00.009-03:002010-08-20T23:16:08.857-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/S5vr6cYVztI/AAAAAAAAALw/owN--7q1gBo/s1600-h/choro-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/S5vr6cYVztI/AAAAAAAAALw/owN--7q1gBo/s320/choro-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448207563517972178" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/S5vrZYKJQcI/AAAAAAAAALo/4sohOojE_Ik/s1600-h/choro-2.jpg"><br /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Eu já não sigo</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Sigo solta</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Serenidade e tormenta na mesma dor.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Eu já não sinto</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Sinto a brisa</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Leve bruma e sorriso tonto... </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Desencontro</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Sinto eu... Sinto muito.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Eu já não sei</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Sei apenas presságios tristes</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Estranheza perplexa no coração</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A poesia acabou e o sonho não...</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-4801720077258965499?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-30933240293945082112010-02-24T04:29:00.013-03:002010-08-20T23:16:33.702-03:00<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Deitei-me na palha</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Para ver passar o dia...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A brisa passou tão quente</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Que fiquei aqui quietinho sem vontade levantar...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">No máximo um murmurinho</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Cantando a bela paisagem</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Que me faz vadiar... Não faz ao senhor? A vontade vadiar?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Trabalhar? Fadiga demais...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Sabe senhor?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">É que meu coração tá batendo</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Por uma mulher tão bonita...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Estou apaixonado pela bela Preguiça.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">*** Nota: O "personagem" perdeu o emprego e eu ganhei a inspiração para o poema. </span></span></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-3093324029394508211?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-15390055558388062682010-02-24T04:03:00.011-03:002010-08-20T23:16:58.349-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/S4dCl0DS_bI/AAAAAAAAALA/Tozlw_kTaYE/s1600-h/BXK27309_cais-do-porto-em-porto-alegre800.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/S4dCl0DS_bI/AAAAAAAAALA/Tozlw_kTaYE/s200/BXK27309_cais-do-porto-em-porto-alegre800.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442391892095598002" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/S4dCPqcFJsI/AAAAAAAAAK4/nS90Leg8k2M/s1600-h/BXK27309_cais-do-porto-em-porto-alegre800.jpg"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Estes Portos</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Tão velhos</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Onde tantos se foram e tantos vieram.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Estes Portos</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Dos boêmios e dos bêbados</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">De tantos Balzacs e tantos Bukowskis</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />De tantas Clarices e Florbelas.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br />Estes Portos<br />De negros corações salgados<br />Acenando aos que por ali passaram<br />Chorando histórias em navios naufragados.<br /><br />Estes Portos...<br />Com seu Rock-Blues retumbante<br />Dos navios de barbas grisalhas<br />De maresia, suor e lágrimas.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">*** Foto by Natan Kelm. Cais do Porto em Porto Alegre, RS.<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-1539005555838806268?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-17230405514739637822010-02-08T20:45:00.008-02:002010-08-20T23:17:28.288-03:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ando correndo por ai...<br /></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Dentro da minha cabeça</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Na beira da praia</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">No mundo da Lua </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Na corredeira dos sonhos.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ando estado por ai...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Em estados tão distintos</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Instinto de correr ainda mais</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">E, me perder...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Perder para me encontrar em algo mais.</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-1723040551473963782?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-55124907177238440492010-02-06T21:25:00.006-02:002010-08-20T23:17:53.127-03:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ops!<br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Preciso encontrar alguém na rua</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Discutir a vida e suas metáforas...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">O quarto esta quente</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">O ventilador não funciona</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">O suor brota e brilha furta-cor na mente</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">As letras esbarram na parede fictícia do computador.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Penso: As ideias precisam ressurgir em forma de onda refrescante</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Em papel azul-piscina...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Numa torrente de palavras cálidas.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div><div><div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"><br /></span></span></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-5512490717723844049?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-33508234542897078812010-02-01T21:10:00.012-02:002010-08-20T23:18:15.453-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/S2diGpp7AuI/AAAAAAAAAJY/CyqCKG9i1jo/s1600-h/poemas-de-paulo-leminski-pichados-muro-curitiba.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/S2diGpp7AuI/AAAAAAAAAJY/CyqCKG9i1jo/s200/poemas-de-paulo-leminski-pichados-muro-curitiba.jpg" width="158" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Bati com a cara no muro<br />Muro branco taciturno<br />Branco torto louco muro<br />De tão louco e torto...<br />O muro soltou um grito já escrito em seu brancor<br />Não sei se apavorado comigo<br />Correu com suas pernas pedrosas<br />Deixando apenas um rastro de cal pelo caminho.<br /><br />Branco torto louco muro<br />Nunca mais se ouviu falar<br />Dizem as pedras filosofais<br />Que de medo, muito medo<br />Abriu buracos no espaço-tempo<br />Para nunca mais voltar.<br /><br />*** Foto: Muro pichado em Curitiba.<br />O pichador: Apenas um bandido que gosta de Paulo Leminski.<br />Penso: Se todos os pichadores fossem iguais a você...</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#4b5d67;"> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-3350823454289707881?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-24098367630097922762010-01-15T18:24:00.012-02:002010-08-20T23:18:37.939-03:00<div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: right;"><span><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"A cada amanhecer amo o amor um tanto mais!"</span></span></b></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">O</span></span><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> que fazer na vida senão amar?</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Independente dos caminhos ou dos amores? </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Amar, só amar... </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Loucamente amar... Depois lembrar... Para novamente amar! </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Acho que é isso que consome nossos dias... </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Amar inúmeras vezes para amar uma única vez, eternamente mais!</span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-2409836763009792276?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-31418552048877505832010-01-15T10:06:00.014-02:002010-08-20T23:19:16.557-03:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Olhar de eterno menino...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Sorriso de canto de boca...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">O mundo em silêncio,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Eu digo: Nada!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Tu diz: Eu sei!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">E, tudo fica bem... Tudo fica bem...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Com você... Fica tudo sempre b</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">em!</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-3141855204887750583?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-89928269710285574652009-12-27T21:40:00.009-02:002010-09-14T23:50:40.892-03:00<div style="text-align: right;"><span> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b>Homenagem ao poeta Filipe D. (Parceiro de fábulas)</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b> </b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></i></span></div><div style="font-family:Georgia,&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Vejo a musa caminhar discretamente</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >No reflexo dos pensamentos do poeta</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >E, qual coisa bela que ao coração de poeta não cativa?</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Agora ela anda nos meus... </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Tão bela e tão serena quanto nos pensamentos seus</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >E, qual outro poeta não imagina a cena e se torna parceiro de contos de fada?</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Vejo as tuas letras me ninarem </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Para sonhar o sonho dos poetas</span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Inspirando-me outro dia de fábulas.</span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-8992826971028557465?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-24104559854683450292009-12-23T16:47:00.004-02:002010-05-27T20:23:58.894-03:00<div style="text-align: right;"><i>"...H<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">á uma voz que canta<br />Uma voz que dança<br />Uma voz que gira</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Bailando no ar..." </span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Raul Seixas</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-family:Georgia,&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Tenho testado novos sabores</span></span></div><div style="font-family:Georgia,&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">No meu quase insuportável temperamento.</span></span></div><div style="font-family:Georgia,&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Tenho cobiçado novos sentidos</span></span></div><div style="font-family:Georgia,&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Além do instinto transitório de meu coração.<br />Tenho usado o colorido das esquinas<br />Além do preto, além do branco pensamento.<br />Tenho procurado mais conflitos<br />No labirinto da minha mente em infinita transformação.<br />Tenho alimentado o espírito</span></span></div><div style="font-family:Georgia,&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Com fluídas idéias e sólidas observações.<br />Tenho tentado cousas novas...</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Para sustentar meu frágil coração azul e minha alma torta.</span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-2410455985468345029?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-26029707447190584092009-12-14T18:31:00.002-02:002010-02-24T00:10:47.352-03:00<div style="text-align: right;"><b><i>Em homenagem ao meu avós Antônio e Zilda</i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/SyaeyfKuL-I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/E9q4fNzxdjs/s1600-h/OgAAABwOMektq0BlyWuRqZ2iH24cmwDuj_hbYsw_wWBwgeR9QsMhFiw6FJTkev1EtG0s9UiUXUMWO9dJyNerxJ_dpBMAm1T1ULGu9SEksiKpII8r4QlirWhsX8LR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/SyaeyfKuL-I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/E9q4fNzxdjs/s320/OgAAABwOMektq0BlyWuRqZ2iH24cmwDuj_hbYsw_wWBwgeR9QsMhFiw6FJTkev1EtG0s9UiUXUMWO9dJyNerxJ_dpBMAm1T1ULGu9SEksiKpII8r4QlirWhsX8LR.jpg" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Não tenho o olhar calmo</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Nem a paciência da idade</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Ainda sibilam em meus olhos o fogo</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Da meninice...</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Não tenho as respostas pra tudo</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Nem as perguntas que as responderiam</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Ainda tenho convicções e sonhos&nbsp;</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Da Juventude... <br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Não tenho mais a força de um garoto de 20 </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Nem o folêgo de uma mocinha de 15</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Ainda tenho a aventura e a estrada</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Da velhice...</div><span style="font-size: large;"><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-2602970744719058409?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-25620445218307482392009-12-04T13:54:00.005-02:002010-08-13T19:10:28.907-03:00<div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Amo-te por tantos motivos</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Que não fazem o menor sentido</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Para quem não compreende, não vê</div><span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ou não sente o que sinto.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-2562044521830748239?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-89468275597037751962009-11-19T21:26:00.004-02:002010-05-27T20:25:19.895-03:00<span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">"Imagine ter a imortalidade para ler todos os títulos que se queira...</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Uma pena não se ter a eternidade para tanto...</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Isso causa-me uma tristeza desesperadora!"</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-8946827559703775196?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-82227919653151059012009-11-13T00:12:00.012-02:002010-05-27T20:26:50.641-03:00<div style="Times New Roman&quot;,serif;font-family:Georgia,&quot;;"><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Não sei quem sofre mais: Se sou eu ao vê-lo ficar. Ou se é ele me vendo partir."</span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family:Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i> </i></b></span><b><i> </i></b> </div>Quando vi<br />Já estava de volta</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Quando queria estar, ainda, lá.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Lá... onde os sonhos não cansam-se de pular muros, </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Onde as palavras mantêm seus sabores doces,<br />Onde faíscas de risos saem pelo olhar.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Queria ficar por lá...</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Mas tive de voltar,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Voltar para os abraços apertados da saudade,<br />Saudade de quem ficou por lá. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-8222791965315105901?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-47395174704899309192009-11-05T22:08:00.005-02:002010-05-27T20:25:51.788-03:00<div style="font-family:Georgia,&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Quanta presa</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Quanta ansiedade...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">E quando vim corriam velozes as ideias</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Assim como os carros na rodovia,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Como as pessoas na faixa de segurança,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Aqui até o suspirar enamorado morre em nano segundos.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">E um transeunte passa devagar</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Com seu carrinho de paranóias...</span></span></div><div style="Times New Roman&quot;,serif;font-family:Georgia,&quot;;"><span style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Na marginal de velocidades. </span></span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-4739517470489930919?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-54750494049930325772009-11-03T14:05:00.017-02:002011-10-13T09:48:50.280-03:00<div style="Times New Roman&quot;,serif; text-align: left;font-family:Georgia,&quot;;"><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Toda a saudade<span style="color:black;"></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Foi-se embora</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Quando descia das nuvens</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Imaginando teu sorriso.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Toda a saudade</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Ficou lá nas alturas</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Ficou num estado distante</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Num imaginário recente.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Toda a saudade</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Ruiu num abraço apertado</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Num sorriso dobrado</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Num enlace de mãos</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Numa cama quente. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-5475049404993032577?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-58792084554487496142009-10-07T15:13:00.001-03:002010-02-24T00:14:55.134-03:00Há quanto tempo...<br />Que não redijo um verbo.<br />Em qual dimensão profana<br />Perdi a rima?<br />Onde enterrei meu verso?<br />Talvez, em alguma cruzada perdida<br />Onde a fugacidade se esvai<br />Como a fumaça de uma cinza.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-5879208455448749614?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-8178043499456899292009-10-07T15:10:00.001-03:002010-02-24T00:16:31.445-03:00Quando se canta ao vento<br />As palavras são esquecidas<br />Choro hoje...<br />Por saber que não compreendo<br />Nem meus versos<br />Nem meus sentimentos<br />Nem a poesia.<br />Choro hoje...<br />Toda a palavra escrita.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-817804349945689929?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-35891632454368388862009-10-07T15:01:00.001-03:002010-02-24T00:17:36.288-03:00Meu destino<br />É ver meu corpo enfraquecer pouco a pouco<br />Sentir a dor do cativo<br />Pois sou escravo do mais belo sonho.<br /><br />Descobri-me em um egocêntrico mundo<br />Alegria e Penar...<br />Então sofro dia a pós dia<br />Devido a essa agonia<br />Que me é complementar.<br /><br />Olho-me preso<br />A este imenso tabuleiro<br />Jogando com as palavras<br />Para te ensinar a sonhar.<br /><br />Velo noites...<br />Reviro dias...<br />Na busca do elo perfeito<br />Para o fiel encaixamento<br />Do verso na poesia.<br /><br />Se fosse eu mais forte<br />Que esta louca alegria<br />Ao invés de noite...<br />Recitava-me dia!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-3589163245436838886?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-67036605457780136732009-10-07T14:48:00.004-03:002010-09-16T21:01:58.370-03:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Cara poeta,<br />Minha amiga...<br />Os pequenos não morrem em valas<br />E nem ressuscitam em vão!<br />Os pequenos são a chama dos maiores<br />São as idéias dos mendigos<br />São as frases duras dos tiranos<br />Não engane-se achando que são esquecidos...<br />Senão o que seria dos Quintanares?<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><i><a href="http://sussurrospoeticos.blogspot.com/2009/10/tao-menino.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sussuros poéticos_ Silvana Bronze</span></span></a> </i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-6703660545778013673?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-86071722431961061562009-10-06T03:01:00.002-03:002010-02-24T00:28:05.787-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/SsreByz8dZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/7NY7AxyW870/s1600-h/bailarina.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/SsreByz8dZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/7NY7AxyW870/s200/bailarina.jpeg" width="198" /></a></div>Ela pairava no ar<br />Divina bailarina<br />Enquanto a Lua girava<br />E o mundo corria...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-8607172243196106156?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-706684423871224232009-10-06T02:31:00.001-03:002010-02-24T00:18:08.326-03:00Tenho sono...<br />A cama é quente<br />O quarto escuro<br />A noite é longa<br />O tempo ligeiro.<br /><br />Tenho sono...<br />O pó das fadas não faz efeito<br /><br />Na rua o uivo dos lobos<br />O chacoalhar das árvores<br />O gargalhar das bruxas.<br /><br />Tenho sono...<br />Os olhos rasgos em sangue<br />A cabeça cheia de alimentar suspiros<br />As idéias loucas a sussupiar meus sonhos<br />O corpo cansado de se revirar na cama.<br /><br />Tenho sono...<br />O galo canta<br />O sol desponta<br />Mas o mundo, caro amigo, não quer saber se tive insônia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-70668442387122423?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-54277096519473997952009-10-05T21:11:00.001-03:002010-02-24T00:18:18.353-03:00<div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">Procurei a rima no vento,<br />O verso na brisa,<br />A frase no sonho,<br />A palavra no dia...<br />Encontrando a louca poesia nos olhos raivosos da tempestade.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-5427709651947399795?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-83300411453846999712009-10-05T20:03:00.001-03:002010-02-24T00:19:03.043-03:00<div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Já me desfaço do negro personagem</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Na última página do livro lido</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Já me desfaço desta carruagem</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Que me levou aos céus e ao abismo.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Que saudade sentirei</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Da palavra do héroi</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">E da mão forte do vilão...</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Já me desfaço das armas, dos sorrisos, dos amores...</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Como todo fim de romance</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Morro também na última palavra...</div><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">FIM!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-8330041145384699971?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-65465729340461812242009-10-03T16:14:00.002-03:002010-08-13T19:06:45.538-03:00<span style="font-family:georgia;">Lembro de ti<br />Quando tenho a ti<br />Quando não te tenho<br />Lembro de ti<br />Ao recordar o teu sorriso.<br /><br />Teu sorriso<br />Tão lindo<br />Tão doce<br />Tão safado<br />Meu sorriso...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-6546572934046181224?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-26259657850667062222009-10-03T16:09:00.001-03:002010-02-24T00:19:26.934-03:00<span style="font-family: georgia;">" Sou assim dual<br />Uma perfeita <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">geminiana</span> plural...<br />Ou como dizia Raul<br />Uma metamorfose ambulante"</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-2625965785066706222?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-10378450619420707922009-10-03T16:05:00.001-03:002010-02-24T00:19:36.850-03:00<span style="font-family: georgia;">Hoje estou assim:<br />Meio confusa<br />Meio risonha<br />Meio idiota<br />Meio estranha<br />Um pouco tonta.<br /><br />No momento estou assim:<br />Meio louca<br />Meio tola<br />Meio neurótica<br />Meio tristonha<br />Um pouco delirante.<br /><br />Mas, desse meio em meio,<br />Do pouco em pouco,<br />Formo o meu Eu todo!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-1037845061942070792?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-49380441252961195192009-09-10T19:17:00.002-03:002010-02-24T00:21:08.050-03:00<span style="font-family: georgia;">Escrevi idéia quando ideia ainda tinha o acento agudo...</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Perdeu-se o acento mas ficou a ideia</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">E, a ideia passada ficou na amargura de se achar ,agora, toda errada.<br />Pobre ideia... Tão meiga, tão certa... Tão apaixonada.<br />Esquece o agudo acento que apenas te agourava.</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><a href="http://phyhernandes.blogspot.com/2007/07/idia.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">http://phyhernandes.blogspot.com/2007/07/idia.html</span></a></i><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-4938044125296119519?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-88778710580413036782009-08-18T19:47:00.001-03:002010-02-24T00:21:20.791-03:00<span style="font-family: georgia;">"A ciência é a arte do encontro, embora tudo seja tão imprevisível. Essa é a magia!"</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-8877871058041303678?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-2442799867808904322009-08-18T19:24:00.001-03:002010-02-24T00:21:29.834-03:00<span style="font-family: georgia;">Toda criança é cientista por natureza<br />Todo cientista é poeta por deslize<br />Todo poeta é livre por opção<br />Todo deslize é arte do imprevisto<br />Onde a natureza é o X da questão<br /><br />E assim tudo gira ligeiramente<br />Nos mundos da magia e da razão<br />E destes inversos tão divinamente perfeitos<br />Surge o universo assim como se entende<br />Fruto do trabalho e da imaginação.<br /><br />Por isso grito a toda gente:<br />Sou criança<br />Sou poeta<br />Sou ciência!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-244279986780890432?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-38920783981121943942009-08-15T23:30:00.001-03:002010-02-24T00:21:40.724-03:00<span style="font-family: georgia;">Indigne-se...</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Com a falsa moralidade</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Com a falta de honestidade</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">E a crescente </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">cretinice</span></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Indigne-se...</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Com as falhas de <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">caráter</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Com a falta de vergonha</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Com a falsa idoneidade...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Indigne-se</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Com as faltas, </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Com as falsas, </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Com as farsas!!!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-3892078398112194394?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-85510176441465375512009-07-07T18:31:00.001-03:002010-02-24T00:21:50.072-03:00<span style="font-family: georgia;">Gostei, hoje, de ver</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">O Sol morrendo meio tímido, meio sonolento...</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">E confesso: </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Foi uma morte incrivelmente linda!</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Confesso mais ainda:</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Quero, amanhã, estar acordada quando ele <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ressuscitar</span>!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-8551017644146537551?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-51955517360025837952009-07-06T18:27:00.002-03:002010-02-24T00:22:16.502-03:00<span style="font-family: georgia;">Sim, eu sei...</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Existem lembranças</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Que persegue-nos como fantasmas</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Arrastando as correntes do passado em nossas cabeças.</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Meu caro amigo:</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Estas precisam ser exorcizadas...</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Neste momento, não tenho melhor conselho.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-5195551736002583795?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-84486225819618143512009-07-02T19:33:00.003-03:002010-08-24T21:08:39.877-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/THRe8-piOHI/AAAAAAAAARg/sY92DEZxGs8/s1600/TOALHA+MOLHADA.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/THRe8-piOHI/AAAAAAAAARg/sY92DEZxGs8/s320/TOALHA+MOLHADA.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509132645883328626" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><div><br /></div>Entre e fique a vontade</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Atire as roupas pela sala</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Deixe a toalha molhada na cama</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Por um momento: Esqueça o mundo atrás da parede!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Quando sair não me acorde</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Apenas bata a porta</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">E, por favor, não esqueça sua escova de dentes.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-8448622581961814351?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-73141811887736410492009-07-01T20:08:00.007-03:002010-02-24T00:57:23.828-03:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Adoro esse vento frio</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Vento da terra dos ventos</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ventos que sorriem te envolvendo</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Roçando teu rosto</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Emaranhando teus cabelos.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Adoro esse vento frio</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Vento da cidade dos ventos</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Da esquina dos quatro bancos</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ventos que sorriem abraçando teu corpo</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Penetrando fundo na alma</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Enquanto congelas os lábios.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Adoro este vento frio</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">O vento da terra dos ventos</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ventos que uivam selvagens pelas ruas.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-7314181188773641049?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-60068912374719742312009-07-01T19:50:00.001-03:002010-02-24T00:23:41.499-03:00<span style="font-family: georgia;">Ai ai é tanto blá blá blá</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Que não aguento mais!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Desconfia de quem nada vê</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">De quem nada sente</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">De quem não ouve nada e aprecia tudo.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Desconfia de quem é sempre bonzinho</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">De quem sempre sorri sem mostrar os caninos...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Desconfia de quem tudo vê</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">De quem não fala nada e com tudo concorda.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">É tanto blá blá blá</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Que acaba tudo em blô!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Confia em quem é do avesso</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Em quem dá a cara a soco</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Em quem faz blá blá de menos e blé demais...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-6006891237471974231?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-87122803403554283612009-07-01T19:19:00.005-03:002010-05-27T20:29:02.664-03:00<span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">V</span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ou pegar a estrada<br />No meu </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">mustang</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> 65<br />Ver o que existe além da curva...<br /><br />Vou dirigir em alta velocidade<br />Ouvindo </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Led</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Zeppelin</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />Vendo a chuva colidir no para-brisa...<br /><br />Vou ver as árvores correrem no outro sentido<br />Sentindo o cheiro do asfalto quente<br />Ver o Sol se despedindo...<br /><br />Vou pegar a estrada<br />No meu </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">mustang</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> 65<br />Me encher de poeira, de barro, de terra vermelha!<br />Ver o que me aguarda na próxima rodovia...</span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-8712280340355428361?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-65871835471708265982009-07-01T18:52:00.013-03:002010-05-27T20:29:12.871-03:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Os pensamentos andam tão mais sóbrios dos que o de um padre...<br />Oh oh...<br />Precisando de uma dose cavalar de fantasia<br />Precisando de cores de alta frequência<br />Precisando de música alucinante<br />Precisando... Precisando... Sempre!<br />Oh oh...<br />Os pensamentos andam tão mais retos do que as linhas dos muros...<br />Oh oh...<br />Precisando de mais graus de liberdade<br />Precisando de menos vínculos<br />Precisando de menos teoria<br />Precisando... Precisando... Sempre!<br />Os pensamentos andam tão mais mortos<br />Tão mais mornos<br />Tão mais sérios<br />Oh... oh...<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Precisando criar um novo universo! </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-6587183547170826598?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-55992259262010036502009-07-01T00:38:00.016-03:002010-05-27T20:29:26.464-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/S4dBi5Dh9pI/AAAAAAAAAKw/SkdpCWFgZtw/s1600-h/menino_e_menina_na_chuva.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/S4dBi5Dh9pI/AAAAAAAAAKw/SkdpCWFgZtw/s200/menino_e_menina_na_chuva.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442390742387521170" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">O céu abraça-nos sorrindo</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sorrindo o sol deita-se quietinho atrás das nuvens de "lá vem chuva!"</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A hora é de falar baixinho... Deixe o Sol descansar um pouquinho.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A chuva vem! Chega mansinha...</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Pinga de um teto estrelado </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Escorrega na pedra, na folha, na teia, na testa!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As poças que ficam? O melhor d</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">a festa.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-5599225926201003650?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-86364865370478893352009-06-15T17:53:00.002-03:002011-10-13T09:51:08.820-03:00<span style="font-family: georgia;">" Só ficou a Lua...</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> A acompanhar meus passos</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Onde antes seguia os sapatos teus.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Só ficou o Sol...</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> A remoer lembranças</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Onde a contra dança eram os olhos seus.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Só ficou o Vento</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> A trazer cheiros de um outro tempo</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Quando meu sorriso era verão ainda..."</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-8636486537047889335?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-28075328767719939452009-05-12T20:36:00.002-03:002010-08-19T15:46:18.404-03:00<span style="font-family:georgia;">Quanta coisa lembro:</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Do edredon ao travesseiro</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Teu rosto no espelho dos meus olhos negros.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Quanta coisa lembro:</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Travessuras, traquinagens</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Tão longas como aquele tempo bom...</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Em que rolavamos pela varanda, dançavamos na sacada, caminhavamos rumo a minha casa.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Quanta coisa lembro:</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Algumas que uma dama não pode contar!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-2807532876771993945?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-69600340352531825242009-05-11T18:18:00.003-03:002011-10-13T09:50:42.010-03:00<span style="font-family:georgia;">Se ando por debaixo das árvores<br />Fugindo do Sol furtivo<br />Lembro teu rosto por entre os raios<br />O coração aperta, se entrega, batuca...<br /><br />Se ando pelo mesmo caminho<br />Aquele que deixamos nossos cheiros<br />Muitos beijos e algumas palavras<br />Lembro teu sorriso safado por entre a areia fina<br />O coração aperta, se entrega, batuca, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">retruca</span>...<br /><br />Todos os dias, ao entardecer<br />Quando as nuvens vestem-se de cobre no horizonte<br />Lembro teu olhar cigano vindo de teus olhos crepusculares<br />E recordo que fostes em outro tempo: Pirata!<br />O coração aperta, se entrega, batuca, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">retruca</span> e aperta novamente <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">resmungando</span> baixinho: Saudade...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-6960034035253182524?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-41472832912234046962009-05-04T00:40:00.008-03:002010-05-27T20:30:10.156-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/S4dGXxjHYhI/AAAAAAAAALQ/bdnvuYJAgBM/s1600-h/PicassoDonQuixoteSancho.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/S4dGXxjHYhI/AAAAAAAAALQ/bdnvuYJAgBM/s320/PicassoDonQuixoteSancho.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442396048952091154" /></a><br /><div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:georgia;font-size:large;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Vejo...</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dois Sois,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Quatro Luas,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Trinta gigantes!<br />Ouço...<br />Não! Não ouço nada por </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">detrás</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> do muro...<br />Escuto apenas a voz estridente do silêncio</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">agudo!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Falo...<br />Basta, apenas três palavras para abraçar o mundo...</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Vejo...<br />Três Sois<br />Cinco Luas<br />Sessenta gigantes!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><span style=" ;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">***Figura: Don Quixote _ Pablo Picasso</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span> <br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-4147283291223404696?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-41749403743539366222009-05-03T21:24:00.007-03:002010-08-19T15:45:23.355-03:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Não estou aqui...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Estou nas fases da Lua,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Na sombra das flores,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">No Sol de outono,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Nas asas da borboleta.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Não estou aqui...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Estou na persistência do tempo,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Nos afazeres do mar,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Na lembrança do vento,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">No aroma da chuva.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Estou... Estou ai... Ao teu lado, sempre!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-4174940374353936622?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-76821192888498956922009-04-11T01:16:00.001-03:002010-02-24T00:36:49.159-03:00<span style="font-family: georgia;">Por onde andei nos últimos dias?</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Caminhei pelas nuvens</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Corri com o vento</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Viajei rumo ao acaso!</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Por onde me escondi nos últimos meses?</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Na casca da árvore</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Na toca do lobo</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">No fundo do mar!</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Por que voltei depois de todo esse tempo?</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Por amor</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Por paixão</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Por ti, por mim, por nós!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-7682119288849895692?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-36993251169380945782009-03-09T19:04:00.001-03:002010-02-24T00:37:30.543-03:00<span style="font-family: georgia;">Muitas das palavras já se foram<br />Embarcaram no primeiro navio rumo ao esquecimento.<br /><br />Muitas palavras emborcaram<br />Em ondas ,de lembranças, gigantescas!<br /><br />Muitas palavras se perderam<br />No labirinto de emoções desertas.<br /><br />Poucas palavras ficaram<br />Ecoando, passado, em nossas cabeças.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-3699325116938094578?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-9703371702401618232009-01-09T15:43:00.001-02:002010-02-24T00:41:16.127-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/SWePDxR4uCI/AAAAAAAAADw/EqtfJHfegXQ/s1600-h/faixa+de+gaza.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289353582300674082" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/SWePDxR4uCI/AAAAAAAAADw/EqtfJHfegXQ/s320/faixa+de+gaza.jpeg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 234px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Deus em toda a sorte de seus "trocentosnomes" </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">observa o que se explodiu ali e o que joga misséis lá. Para espanto de seus anjos abriu sua grande boca e disse com todas as letras e em todas as línguas:</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">- Que merda é essa?</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">O Diabo por sua vez apenas observa Deus em sua angústia, sorri e diz em letras garrafais:</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">- Amém!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-970337170240161823?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-86289793371490017732009-01-09T15:38:00.001-02:002010-02-24T00:44:45.569-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/SWeSxiNFs8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/WxqXMO70QRM/s1600-h/navio.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" height="200" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289357667062887362" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/SWeSxiNFs8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/WxqXMO70QRM/s200/navio.jpg" style="float: right; height: 320px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; width: 230px;" width="143" /></a><span style="font-family: georgia;">Quero fugir para o lugar mais frio e ermo do mundo...<br />Baby, venha comigo!<br />Para unirmos nossos corpos quentes...<br />Apreciando o silêncio absoluto!</span><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Baby, venha comigo!<br />Vamos ,baby, fugir para o lugar mais frio e ermo do mundo!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><em>***Foto tirada por Frank Hurley, o fotógrafo da Expedição Imperial Transantártica, liderada por Shackleton em 1914.</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-8628979337149001773?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-86507102657579655942009-01-08T23:49:00.001-02:002010-02-24T00:46:18.362-03:00<div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">São os solos de guitarra</span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Os cabelos longos perseguidos pelo vento</span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A mão firme do baixo</span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">O calor do violão cello</span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A dança das baquetas doidas...</span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">São as cores transloucadas invertidas no espelho</span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">O jogo louco dos cabelos negros</span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A voz grave vinda da boca pequena</span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Música... Música vinda da alma e de garrafas negras.</span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">*** Viva o Rock´n Roll***</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-8650710265757965594?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-52402536007357707072009-01-07T19:46:00.001-02:002010-02-24T00:46:30.835-03:00<div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A mente nos céus</span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">O coração no infinito...</span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Aroma de araucárias</span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Cantalorar dos passáros</span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Meus passos...</span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A música do rio</span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Coral de pedras...</span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A paz!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-5240253600735770707?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-48574594297849115652008-12-15T00:38:00.001-02:002010-02-24T00:46:42.377-03:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Tenho a sorte<br />De acordar todos os dias<br />E ele estar sempre ali, parado, escorado em minha parede...<br />Olhando-me com os braços abertos<br />E o sorriso sacana!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-4857459429784911565?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-68150588468876569782008-12-15T00:29:00.001-02:002010-02-24T00:47:05.593-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/SWeRLEk9G1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/gofAtc2VP_w/s1600-h/martini.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" height="200" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289355906763266898" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/SWeRLEk9G1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/gofAtc2VP_w/s200/martini.jpg" style="float: left; height: 320px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; width: 225px;" width="140" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Depois de alguns martinis<br />E muitos dry martinis<br />Ficou a lembrança<br />De algumas palavras sussuradas<br />Entre uma tragada e outra do Camel vermelho.<br />Que Deus me salve... Afinal foram martinis e uma boca ferina.<br />Malditos dry´s martinis<br />Talvez se eu tivesse enchido a cara de margaritas<br />Não estaria com esta puta dor de cabeça e essa merda de ressaca moral!<br />Perguntei ao Jonh o que ele lembrava da noite anterior...</span> <br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Apenas me disse: Ei... Martinis são do capeta... I don´t remenber... Nothing! Me dá um copo de água... </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">E ficou parado me olhando.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-6815058846887656978?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-16213072121069824872008-12-14T23:58:00.001-02:002010-02-24T00:48:16.183-03:00<span style="font-family: georgia;">Ficava sentada a sombra do Carvalho<br />Vendo as pessoas passarem ligeiras<br />E a vida passando devagar...<br /><br />Ficava a sombra da Figueira<br />Enchendo-a de sonhos loucos, belos e bobos<br />Vendo o tempo correr com pernas curtas...<br /><br />Mas, um dia... Um quente dia...<br />O Carvalho enlouqueceu<br />A Figueira esbravejou<br />E gritando diziam pelo vento<br />Ei! garota... É hora de crescer!<br />Junte alguns sonhos na mochila<br />E vá!!!<br /><br />Cantaram felizes ao me ver levantar<br />Vá logo, o tempo já passou correndo<br />Vá... Vá agora... Milhares já estão a frente...<br />Vá... Vá... Vá agora... Sem demora...<br />Pegue o atalho... Leve apenas os melhores sonhos na mochila e o coração liberto.<br /><br />E eu fui...</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-1621307212106982487?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-46251732612280585032008-11-16T19:39:00.001-02:002010-02-24T00:48:25.026-03:00<span style="font-family: georgia;">Numa noite fria<br />A fera pedia sossego<br />Cansou de devorar os príncipes<br />Cansou de fugir nas sombras...<br /><br />Numa noite fria<br />A fera admirou a honestidade do canalha<br />A desenvoltura do crápula<br />Encantou-se com o mistério dos olhos da caça.<br /><br />Numa noite quente<br />A fera caiu na armadilha<br />O canalha em abismo negro...<br />Perderam-se em delícias e ronronares tenros.<br /><br />A noite se foi de mansinho<br />Enquanto ainda existia guerra<br />Entre lençois e travesseiros<br />Enquanto a fera já não era tão raivosa<br />E o canalha já não era tão cretino...<br /><br />Amanheceu... É novo o dia:<br />A fera volta a ser fera<br />O canalha já não sei...<br />Só sei que as fadas...<br />Vermelhas ficaram de raiva!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-4625173261228058503?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-66660346844175504762008-11-04T22:44:00.002-02:002010-02-24T00:48:39.713-03:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">É esta </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">impulsividade</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Força motriz da minha alma...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sigo com os olhos cheios d</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">e</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> poeira cósmica</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">E, boca </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">sedenta</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> de novas galáxias</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">É esta </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">impulsividade</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Função de incertezas e certezas vagas</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">De enganos ou acertos cometidos<br />Que vivo sem dúvidas divinais.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">É esta </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">impulsividade</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Que alimenta o espírito</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Que faz de mim a brisa fria</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ou a tempestade calorosa...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">É esta </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">impulsividade</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Fusão de pensamentos loucos e </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">enlace</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> de </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">idéias</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> claras</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Que torna-me, nos mais diversos sentidos, um ser liberto!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-6666034684417550476?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-70305656612946136592008-10-25T14:27:00.002-02:002010-03-31T12:55:57.426-03:00<div align="justify" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(De uma janela em Pelotas)</span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Aonde estou não vejo o Mar</span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Daqui só vejo o rio</span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Suas curvas loucas</span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sua boca torta!</span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Aonde estou não vejo o Mar</span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Aqui não há cheiro a maresia</span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Daqui avisto só a ponte</span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Cobrindo o rio que desesperado despede-se e foge</span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Para o Mar... Para o vasto Mar... Que aonde estou não vejo!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-7030565661294613659?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-82009090464254789502008-10-24T19:51:00.001-02:002010-02-24T00:49:43.596-03:00<span style="font-family: georgia;">Gosto da Lua Azul</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Encharcada de sonhos vãos...</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Gosto do calor da chuva fina</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Das gotas translúcidas frias a molhar meu rosto...</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Venho com a boca vermelha</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Tão densa, tão lenta</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">A procurar pela fúria do vento...</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Desço os degraus tão serena</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Em pisos certeiros a sol a pino e doce espasmo.</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Gosto de toda esta lucidez terrena</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">De toda esta loucura cósmica</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Em letras miúdas e solidez torta.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-8200909046425478950?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-608753788575898572008-10-13T20:26:00.001-03:002010-02-24T00:49:53.789-03:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Saudades...</span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Dor cruel que não acaba<br />Ferida que nunca sara<br />Pensamento que não cala</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Agonia e contentamento!</span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-60875378857589857?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-2715276431407713622008-10-13T20:23:00.001-03:002010-02-24T00:50:04.418-03:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Meu sarcasmo desafia o tempo</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Minha vida não é mais que tempestade</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Eterna serei...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Versos não envelhecem!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-271527643140771362?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-58322805429827250402008-10-13T19:47:00.011-03:002010-05-27T20:16:11.276-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/S4dFbR1COuI/AAAAAAAAALI/1Lzzyj-6h5o/s1600-h/memoria.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/S4dFbR1COuI/AAAAAAAAALI/1Lzzyj-6h5o/s320/memoria.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442395009645165282" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Bem que o tempo poderia</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Correr bem depressa</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Voar bem ligeiro...</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div>Bem que o tempo poderia<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Pisar no freio</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Desacelerar o passo</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Pousar no ninho...</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Maldito tempo</span></div></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Daqueles que não têm tempo</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Bendito tempo</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Dos pacienciosos...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" ;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">*** Figura: A persistência da Memória _ Salvador Dali_</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-5832280542982725040?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-14802985178593760182008-10-01T20:46:00.001-03:002010-02-24T01:02:59.581-03:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Adoro a incerteza</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">O estado aleatório</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">As digressões...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Adoro todo este caos</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Acabando com o marasmo das palavras retas!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-1480298517859376018?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-91972100582693081042008-09-27T12:10:00.004-03:002010-02-26T00:47:46.953-03:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Hey, deixe-me quieta</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Deixe-me remoer as incertezas dos princípios</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Destas leis que criei!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Hey, deixe-me sozinha</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Deixe-me respirar o ar insalúbre</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Deste meu cigarro fétido!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Hey, deixe-me...</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Apenas, deixe-me curar essa ressaca!</span></span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-9197210058269308104?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-56002967213616073952008-09-25T23:11:00.004-03:002010-02-26T00:48:09.887-03:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">É esse olhar</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />Tão gélido lago... </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">É por teus olhos, baby</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Que sinto o peito uivar</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">É por teus olhos, baby</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Que tenho razão pra cantar</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">É por teus olhos, baby...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Tão azuis, tão vasto céu gelado.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Teu olhar me gela</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Tua boca me chama... Ahhh! Baby...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">É por teus olhos, baby</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Que conto os dias</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">É por teus olhos, baby</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Que viro estrelas</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">É por teus olhos, baby, </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Por estas imensas geleiras azuis... Que vôo até onde estas...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-5600296721361607395?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-52480577664375248752008-09-24T20:04:00.001-03:002010-02-24T01:06:35.248-03:00<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Te vejo passar<br />Os olhos sorrindo<br />As pernas ligeiras... Sempre atrasado.<br /><br />Te vejo passar<br />São os mesmos olhinhos<br />As mesmas passadas... Sempre correndo.<br /><br />Te vejo passar<br />Dia após dia<br />Passo após passo ligeiro.<br /><br />Te vejo passar<br />Já a tanto tempo<br />Teus olhos continuam sorrindo... Tuas pernas continuam ligeiras...<br />Mas, não és mais o mesmo menino.<br /><br />Nunca soube e nem saberei o que há na mochila...<br />Tenho certeza que levas um universo de sonhos dentro dela.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-5248057766437524875?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-51570263639746775412008-09-23T23:07:00.008-03:002010-05-27T20:31:26.837-03:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Cansei do marasmo do vento quente</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Nas folhas amareladas das árvores primaverais...</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Cansei dos pensamentos tortos</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Do Sol da meia noite</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Quando anoitece ao meio dia...</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Cansei do pássaro que sempre pousa no mesmo galho</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Do cão que late sempre no mesmo horário...</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Cansei das pessoas lentas</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dos sujeitos mornos</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dos babacas de hoje e de sempre...</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Cansei da esperteza desastrada que acabou de muletas</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Da figura patética de quem é figurante em sua própria vida...</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Cansei do olhar do abismo</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Do sorrisinho cínico do tempo</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Que acompanha-me pelo espelho...</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-5157026363974677541?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-24605974213987667372008-09-19T20:27:00.002-03:002010-05-26T20:14:16.062-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/SNQ-L-jA8MI/AAAAAAAAAC0/JbFlkViwBbM/s1600-h/Odin.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /></a><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/SNQ-L-jA8MI/AAAAAAAAAC0/JbFlkViwBbM/s200/Odin.jpg" /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">É por mim</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Que guerreiros lançam-se em batalhas</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Por que sou o sábio dos sábios</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Sou aquele que ergue Gungnir e cavalga Sleipnir</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Sou eu quem vigio o mundo...</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Atráves do pensamento e da memória.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Pois dito e preservo as leis...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Sou a bravura, a altivez e o valor</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Aquele que te incita a vitória</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Que te preserva após a morte quando morres em glória...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Sou eu... Quem mais seria?</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Senão o Pai dos exércitos</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Dos guerreiros</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Dos mortos em batalha<br />Quem mais seria? Senão eu... Odin!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style=" ;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-2460597421398766737?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-77649152458598919442008-09-16T23:03:00.001-03:002010-02-24T01:10:23.897-03:00<span style="font-family: georgia;">Sonhei que era maestrina de estrelas<br />Das galáxias, dos cometas...<br />Sonhei que deitada em grama verde<br />Organizava o coral de Anjos...<br />Sonhei e no meu sonho inter-galático<br />A Lua tocava seu Sax reluzente<br />O Sol a sua Harpa de fogo<br />Marte o seu Violino vermelho...<br />Por fim, nas primeiras fileiras, do universo<br />Encontravam-se Mozart, Bach e Beethoven...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-7764915245859891944?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-66708403212239116392008-09-10T20:26:00.001-03:002010-02-24T01:10:34.333-03:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Nossos mundicos se movem</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Se moldam a cada abstrato pensar...</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">A energia do pensamento deixa com que</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">a alma fuja da atração gravitacional do corpo.</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Porque o mundico é tão pequeno</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">O universo tão vasto... Tão grande.</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Voamos além das galáxias conhecidas</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Pulamos de planetas a nebulosas,</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Nos perdemos em buracos negros, </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Dançamos com calorosos Dragões no Sol...</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Voltamos para nossos mundicos domando cometas xucros</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Até acumular energia e voltar ao Cosmos novamente!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-6670840321223911639?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-86610769605575754712008-09-09T23:57:00.001-03:002010-02-24T01:21:01.255-03:00<span style="font-family: georgia;">Meus pensamentos voam<br />Numa velocidade milhares de vezes maior<br />que a do <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ônibus</span> que leva-me pra casa.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Idéias</span> loucas surgem na estrada<br />Tão incrivelmente <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">randômicas</span><br />Que rio o riso, sozinha, mordendo a boca...<br />Ideais antigos atiro pela janela<br />Lanço, também, lembranças que não me servem mais<br />Toda essa poluição deixo morrer na pista invisível...<br />Os pensamentos alados, estes sim, carrego para que durmam comigo.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-8661076960557575471?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-8702058728108262382008-09-07T19:13:00.001-03:002010-02-24T01:21:08.779-03:00<span style="font-family: georgia;">Os dias me são tão longos,<br />As noites me são tão frágeis,<br />O vento conta-me histórias de outros tempos...<br />Os anjos se calaram<br />Os <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">demônios</span> fugiram.<br /><br />Os dias me são tão curtos,<br />As noites me são tão <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">agéis</span>,<br />O vento conta-me histórias de ninar...<br />Os anjos se encantaram<br />Dos <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">demônios</span> não sei mais!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-870205872810826238?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-88647578687951619702008-08-20T00:14:00.001-03:002010-02-24T01:21:27.993-03:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Num instante</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Quase que caindo...</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Minha boca resvalou na tua</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">E o beijo confundiu-se...</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Entre o amanhecer e o repê!</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">**Escrito em 11/10/2005. Safra Bicho Grilo.</span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-8864757868795161970?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-57895458550042087092008-08-20T00:04:00.001-03:002010-02-24T01:21:51.778-03:00<span style="font-family: georgia;">Penumbra...</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Olhos grafitados pelo vinho</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">A noite é toda boemia...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Nos bares os boêmios, os poetas,</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Os vampiros escondidos nas esquinas</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">A névoa dos cigarros lá na rua<br />Não é nada mais que a neblina dos mendigos.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">** Poema escrito em 13/08/2005 no Bicho Grilo.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-5789545855004208709?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2563652802955596539.post-4843173314972633082008-08-18T20:50:00.001-03:002010-02-24T01:22:08.085-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/SKoQCeBBE2I/AAAAAAAAACs/tUIASLJKN90/s1600-h/girassois50x50ret1_MD.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236015151374734178" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFdrb__u46o/SKoQCeBBE2I/AAAAAAAAACs/tUIASLJKN90/s200/girassois50x50ret1_MD.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Aqui esta a resposta, aos meus amigos...</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Não, continuo a não gostar de rosas;</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Continuo a achá-las sem graça!</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Não, não as acho a flor que representa o amor; </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">Para representar o amor prefiro as tulipas ou qualquer outra flor mais delicada.</span> <span style="font-family: georgia;">Não, não é porque sou mulher que necessariamente tenho obrigação de gostar destas flores fétidas.</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />Odor de rosas, tá bom... Então!</span> <span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />A meu ver, rosas são tristes, morrem feias e sozinhas...</span> <span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />Por isso, meus amigos, prefiro os girassóis que são alegres, com aquelas caras grandes e imperfeitas...</span> <span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />Prefiro suas cores fortes e seu jeito estranho...</span> <span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />Prefiro os girassóis por que estes, até na hora de sua morte, morrem sorrindo!<br /></span> <span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">**Gravura: Obra de Erico Santos</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Link: http://www.ericosantos.com.br</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span> <br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2563652802955596539-484317331497263308?l=phyhernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fatima Hernandeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16327388627146665529noreply@blogger.com1