tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84827120276917957282023-11-16T10:49:19.768-08:00PÉTALAS AO LUAR<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/BG0eTrJprJ4UFVO2V4B5wMKPkg0TqIq51vmQ8flqFZY?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_5cZJalGlBws/TCGayjc_ZoI/AAAAAAAADnY/rUpZhSrltp0/s400/Nil%20pro%20blog.jpg"></a>* Nilzinha, Nil *http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114627098802799812noreply@blogger.comBlogger124125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482712027691795728.post-79393799385090935502010-10-02T18:25:00.000-07:002010-10-02T18:27:45.949-07:00Salve a primavera!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9-KD04fizkYGeEEuBDKGHMrlWQiCXSP5Z7PdfzCaloLdib7uOvTcBorDg5byTvQd1RUKZa5-lA9LhY2okQzKwjK5NQ1dneKVWpN-EB8VbAEVsdY9_Uj2DFpirLOGnbmfFT5zA90wPa20/s1600/6-SALVE+A+PRIMAVERA+1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 168px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9-KD04fizkYGeEEuBDKGHMrlWQiCXSP5Z7PdfzCaloLdib7uOvTcBorDg5byTvQd1RUKZa5-lA9LhY2okQzKwjK5NQ1dneKVWpN-EB8VbAEVsdY9_Uj2DFpirLOGnbmfFT5zA90wPa20/s200/6-SALVE+A+PRIMAVERA+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523625359044807154" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Salve a primavera!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Explosão de todas as cores</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Estação dos mil amores</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dos cantos dos passarinhos</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Felizes a construir seus ninhos.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">É hora de recomeçar</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Uma nova era que desponta</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Trazendo o perfume da esperança</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Nas flores que estão á desabrochar!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">* Nilzinha, Maria Nilza *</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">® T2526108 © 28/09/2010 – 19h</span></span><br /></div>* Nilzinha, Nil *http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114627098802799812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482712027691795728.post-44413721074160354612010-09-06T18:57:00.000-07:002010-09-06T19:02:43.874-07:00Meu lindo poema<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji-LsXNry4r-5HyrUi8-xuCU_lEh9dJddj-a8Ss9oZ4i1g8uEWVVNP5tYnoXZ0jKhNCyqZ2ss4j2quPQRtlUhIw7cBoVhuV-lru3AuFCvOw-fPR4_RobspMBmAjmF-qYlznugmbiML-Js/s1600/MEU+LINDO+POEMA+1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji-LsXNry4r-5HyrUi8-xuCU_lEh9dJddj-a8Ss9oZ4i1g8uEWVVNP5tYnoXZ0jKhNCyqZ2ss4j2quPQRtlUhIw7cBoVhuV-lru3AuFCvOw-fPR4_RobspMBmAjmF-qYlznugmbiML-Js/s200/MEU+LINDO+POEMA+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513985996575637426" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Meu lindo poema</span></span>
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">De onde vem</span></span>
<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">não sei dizer meu bem</span></span>
<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Só sei que veio pra ficar</span></span>
<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">e no meu peito veio morar.</span></span>
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Você é meu lindo poema</span></span>
<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">que permanece inacabado</span></span>
<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">seqüestrando meus sonhos</span></span>
<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">muito além da margem deste Rio...</span></span>
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">* Nilzinha, Maria Nilza *</span></span>
<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">® T2481883 © 05/09/10 – 18:53</span></span><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CNilza%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:hyphenationzone>21</w:HyphenationZone> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"Bell MT"; 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mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--><b style=""><span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:fuchsia;" ><o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div color="-moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext" style="border-width: medium medium 3pt; border-style: none none dotted; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: 0.9pt;"> </div> * Nilzinha, Nil *http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114627098802799812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482712027691795728.post-9730123688066636432010-09-05T10:59:00.001-07:002010-09-05T11:00:33.572-07:00Poeta e sua musa<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcs6Dlajao7WX8CoDAHufrgLyzlo_jBApeCzrxu-gL2cDhIUnSIEacZzwK6r0QF7mcliw63C0oIm0Hf31rLC2AoK6NucAsC41L-7ojdAy4kKgLoPzwJt_F0jY4h5kudHRO0LWp9JOpdSs/s1600/5-TODO+POETA+1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcs6Dlajao7WX8CoDAHufrgLyzlo_jBApeCzrxu-gL2cDhIUnSIEacZzwK6r0QF7mcliw63C0oIm0Hf31rLC2AoK6NucAsC41L-7ojdAy4kKgLoPzwJt_F0jY4h5kudHRO0LWp9JOpdSs/s200/5-TODO+POETA+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513490839170390802" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"Todo poeta tem a alma livre,</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">mesmo quando tem o corpo preso</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">nos braços de sua musa!</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Pois é bem verdade que</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">nem todas as rosas são amarelas..."</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">* Nilzinha, Maria Nilza *</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">04/09/2010 - 22:09</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">* Nilzinha, Maria Nilza *</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">® T2476293 © 03/09/10 – 13:50</span></span><br /></div>* Nilzinha, Nil *http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114627098802799812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482712027691795728.post-3973794006598978292010-09-03T14:22:00.001-07:002010-09-03T16:48:25.976-07:00Beijo de vinho<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkUSbj2COsKqhWZm6FZgWOl_BqMgeO1WD5sKD9TaMGEY9D-xL7yGAp8bmgXPS2daNbDTenvX54x9CCFlYa_BEmdk-Ef1LZOai2s3hkN4v8gvqpwcvGqmvvhfGq-COCjMsWrp1kSsZDV3c/s1600/BEB+6.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhINX6Cy9JPMG9f6_ZzG_hyphenhyphenhLpRp2JTBxNCm6tQQo9y-ZyE9axhlCVGa6-ZG8YbLeTqA39s9aH6YkgcQBt1gK_RHWzJBurQaSmylvkUPrxKj5aPDqjHB_lah-INZcNbquBjAL1WJNm3dgM/s200/BEB+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512838249950873410" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Beijo de vinho</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Beijo com gosto de vinho</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Gosto de vinho na boca</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Copo de vinho no beijo</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Vinho no beijo da boca</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Beijo de vinho na boca</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Boca de vinho no copo</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Copo de vinho no beijo</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">* Nilzinha, Maria Nilza *</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">® T2476293 © 03/09/10 – 13:50<br /><br /></span></span></div>* Nilzinha, Nil *http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114627098802799812noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482712027691795728.post-20538048114196101702010-09-01T18:04:00.000-07:002010-09-01T18:06:04.340-07:00Acalento<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixOwTRno062pKIRwUD4MLZHtB2HRTUDLP_qhWG1heM3QA3KxEWH_3vvqlQfqnaTrYvHVYN3CE3Yn-7ZTMkVUkBaET3ESUHJl79ogpfpBTahHNR_uu0XF7jwXROZPFNn4UdlzC7UxNUo2A/s1600/5-ACALENTO+1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixOwTRno062pKIRwUD4MLZHtB2HRTUDLP_qhWG1heM3QA3KxEWH_3vvqlQfqnaTrYvHVYN3CE3Yn-7ZTMkVUkBaET3ESUHJl79ogpfpBTahHNR_uu0XF7jwXROZPFNn4UdlzC7UxNUo2A/s200/5-ACALENTO+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512116150200285842" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Acalento</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Sonhe tranqüilo amor meu!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Enquanto tu dormes,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Protegendo-te de todas as dores</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >A serena lua de prata velará por ti.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >E enfeitará seu leito</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Com o brilho de todas as estrelas...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Nas asas de pirilampos multicores</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Voarás ao mundo dos sonhos </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Onde não cabe nenhuma dor,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Onde reina a paz e o amor!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >* Nilzinha, Maria Nilza *</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >® T2469387 © 31/08/10 – 00:06</span></div>* Nilzinha, Nil *http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114627098802799812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482712027691795728.post-55374092510295932632010-08-28T16:02:00.000-07:002010-08-28T16:06:12.911-07:00As vezes fico pensando na vida...<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Zf4knTMtwmNnYgiJCk6ylrnECTrE0ly-jA0TGcztCsPr8k0xxqcCeCG_mg7HL_8kPRpqnQv3qNurDa9wlYxOWvp0wUVR1dC9A7dm-4MKNWgtwPHs1cZHoCSMiDcicWYt7UdH5tfNAwc/s1600/5-AS+VEZES+4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Zf4knTMtwmNnYgiJCk6ylrnECTrE0ly-jA0TGcztCsPr8k0xxqcCeCG_mg7HL_8kPRpqnQv3qNurDa9wlYxOWvp0wUVR1dC9A7dm-4MKNWgtwPHs1cZHoCSMiDcicWYt7UdH5tfNAwc/s200/5-AS+VEZES+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510600908504293538" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span><span>As vezes fico pensando na vida,</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span><span>e a vida passando por mim...</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span><span>Enquanto penso na vida</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span><span>A vida segue sem mim...</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span><span>* Nilzinha, Maria Nilza *</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span><span>® T2462892 © 27/08/10 – 15:41</span></span></span></div>* Nilzinha, Nil *http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114627098802799812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482712027691795728.post-997003138715070002010-08-25T19:59:00.000-07:002010-08-25T20:01:19.522-07:00Te crio...<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cww5-JMVkEE/THXY8rQSL7I/AAAAAAAACc0/N7PWfoEJVR4/s1600/TE+CRIO+2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cww5-JMVkEE/THXY8rQSL7I/AAAAAAAACc0/N7PWfoEJVR4/s200/TE+CRIO+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509548256072445874" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Te crio </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >e em minha mente te recrio,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >tal qual argila entre meus dedos...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Te formo</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >e em meus sonhos te transformo,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >tal qual um desenho na água do rio...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Tu vives</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >e no meu imaginário tu revives</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >alimentando minha insana inquietude...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >* Nilzinha, Maria Nilza *</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >® T2458815 © 25/08/10 – 15:55</span></div>* Nilzinha, Nil *http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114627098802799812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482712027691795728.post-65044678730574025572010-08-24T13:34:00.000-07:002010-09-21T05:15:55.249-07:00Desenho minha alma nas nuvens...<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cww5-JMVkEE/THQtigWnUrI/AAAAAAAACcs/YeDbTfRtaq0/s1600/5-DESENHO+MINHA+ALMA+2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509078315004547762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cww5-JMVkEE/THQtigWnUrI/AAAAAAAACcs/YeDbTfRtaq0/s200/5-DESENHO+MINHA+ALMA+2.jpg" /></a><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Desenho minha alma nas nuvens</span></span> <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Gravo meus sentimentos no ar</span></span> <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Para que você veja de longe</span></span> <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Que existe alguém a te amar!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">* Nilzinha_Maria Nilza *<br /></span></span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">® 2454765T © 23/08/10 – 15:55</span></span> </div>* Nilzinha, Nil *http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114627098802799812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482712027691795728.post-82788041592792865362010-08-21T13:13:00.001-07:002010-08-21T13:15:19.053-07:00Que delicia...<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cww5-JMVkEE/THAzyZn0nfI/AAAAAAAACaQ/6Y3JJlerkd0/s1600/5-QUE+DELICIA+2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cww5-JMVkEE/THAzyZn0nfI/AAAAAAAACaQ/6Y3JJlerkd0/s200/5-QUE+DELICIA+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507959285238504946" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Que delícia ser a tua poesia</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Mergulhar nos teus olhos</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Naufragar nos teus beijos</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Que delícia ser a tua fantasia</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Ser a dona dos teus sonhos</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Sentir-me assim... tão misturada!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >* Nilzinha_Maria Nilza *</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >® T2450848 © 21/08/10 – 12:12</span></div>* Nilzinha, Nil *http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114627098802799812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482712027691795728.post-73087072825870323332010-08-18T12:48:00.000-07:002010-08-19T17:08:46.905-07:00Doce Saudade<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cww5-JMVkEE/TG3HgzOPkfI/AAAAAAAACZA/qVDhpPAZSz0/s1600/5-DOCE+SAUDADE+1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cww5-JMVkEE/TG3HgzOPkfI/AAAAAAAACZA/qVDhpPAZSz0/s200/5-DOCE+SAUDADE+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507277285663674866" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Doce Saudade</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Apesar da noite fria,</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sinto saudade do céu estrelado</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">e do azul dos dias claros.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Apesar dos espinhos e pedregulhos,</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sinto saudade da beleza dos campos</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">e do suave perfume das flores.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Apesar da chuva</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sinto saudade do cheiro de terra molhada</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">e do esplendoroso arco-íris </span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">que sempre vem depois da tempestade!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">* Nilzinha_Maria Nilza *</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">® T2445544 © 18/08/10 – 16:12</span></span><br /></div>* Nilzinha, Nil *http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114627098802799812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482712027691795728.post-55220816092718964572010-08-18T08:49:00.000-07:002010-08-18T08:51:58.963-07:00Quimera...<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cww5-JMVkEE/TGwBkhxwu8I/AAAAAAAACYw/NI-Ab-ZNACQ/s1600/5-QUIMERA+2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 153px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cww5-JMVkEE/TGwBkhxwu8I/AAAAAAAACYw/NI-Ab-ZNACQ/s200/5-QUIMERA+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506778171421277122" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Quimera...</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Que seu olhar me alcance </span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">além da realidade da mera paixão...</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Que sua alma pouse em minh’alma </span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">com tamanha delicadeza </span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">que alcance meu espírito...</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Que este sentir</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">me avance por inteiro</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">e atravesse meu sólido e meu líquido, </span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">rasgando meu cativeiro... </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">* Nilzinha_Maria Nilza *</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">® T2443318 © 17/08/10 – 13:44</span></span><br /></div>* Nilzinha, Nil *http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114627098802799812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482712027691795728.post-74777620510309643902010-08-16T12:16:00.001-07:002010-08-16T12:17:28.664-07:00Sinta-se beijado...<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cww5-JMVkEE/TGmOvHjHIlI/AAAAAAAACXY/0fDqLBZNn1c/s1600/5-SINTA-SE+BEIJADO+1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cww5-JMVkEE/TGmOvHjHIlI/AAAAAAAACXY/0fDqLBZNn1c/s200/5-SINTA-SE+BEIJADO+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506088959568454226" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Sinta-se beijado</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Com afeto amor e carinho</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >És o ser mais amado</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Que surgiu no meu caminho!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >* Nilzinha_Maria Nilza *</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >® T2441067 © 16/08/10 – 10:44</span><br /></div>* Nilzinha, Nil *http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114627098802799812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482712027691795728.post-63977718740976113912010-08-15T16:21:00.000-07:002010-08-15T16:23:59.587-07:00Estranha no Espelho<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cww5-JMVkEE/TGh3ApHJTkI/AAAAAAAACWA/A3o8Gl4OpFM/s1600/5-ESTRANHA+NO+ESPELHO+5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cww5-JMVkEE/TGh3ApHJTkI/AAAAAAAACWA/A3o8Gl4OpFM/s200/5-ESTRANHA+NO+ESPELHO+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505781397379960386" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span><span>Estranha no Espelho</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span><span>Hoje senti tanta saudade</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span><span>De um tempo nem tão distante</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span><span>Vivo, pulsando em minha memória</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span><span>Hoje me procuro e não me acho</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span><span>Meu riso fácil se foi com o vento</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span><span>Meu pensamento voa disperso</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span><span>Buscando minha alegria perdida</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span><span>Deparo-me com uma estranha imagem </span></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span><span>De alguém que não consigo reconhecer</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span><span>De quem será esta estranha imagem</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span><span>A me observar através do espelho?</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span><span>* Nilzinha_Maria Nilza *</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span><span>®T2437588 © 14/08/10 – 11:44</span></span></span></div>* Nilzinha, Nil *http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114627098802799812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482712027691795728.post-19076146701476466202010-08-13T11:58:00.001-07:002010-08-13T12:00:07.639-07:00Fim...<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cww5-JMVkEE/TGWWIRqU0KI/AAAAAAAACSM/XG-xaOwN6CE/s1600/pe7.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cww5-JMVkEE/TGWWIRqU0KI/AAAAAAAACSM/XG-xaOwN6CE/s200/pe7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504971188454346914" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Fim</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Eu nunca pensei que tivesse fim</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">O amor que você demonstrou a mim...</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">E esse olhar que não mais me olha</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mas que sempre teve o dom de me ver</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hoje só me enxerga em branco e preto</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Da sua memória expulsastes minhas cores...</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Com ternura guardastes meu coração</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Embrulhado num lindo laço de fita</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mas hoje, que desilusão</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Está em pedaços minha preciosa pepita!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">* Nilzinha_Maria Nilza *</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">® T2435676 © 13/08/10 – 12:44</span></span></div>* Nilzinha, Nil *http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114627098802799812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482712027691795728.post-33909853764714525252010-08-12T17:46:00.001-07:002010-08-12T17:47:38.447-07:00... E naquele momento<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cww5-JMVkEE/TGSWFLxPXNI/AAAAAAAACSE/7s08CvbGYUU/s1600/6.gif"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 55px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cww5-JMVkEE/TGSWFLxPXNI/AAAAAAAACSE/7s08CvbGYUU/s200/6.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504689660356418770" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">E naquele exato momento</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Nossos olhos se perdiam no firmamento</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">E como se fosse uma preciosa pepita,</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Prendeste meu coração num laço de fita.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Um laço pelo amor eternizado</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Que nem o tempo poderá desfazer</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Que uniu dois seres em eterna alvorada</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Num lindo e eterno amanhecer.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Aceite então em retribuição</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">No azul cetim, meu vermelho coração</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Minh’alma envolta no mesmo laço </span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Descansa feliz no aconchego do seu abraço.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">* Nilzinha_Maria Nilza *</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">® T2431988 © 11/08/10 – 15:27</span></span><br /></div>* Nilzinha, Nil *http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114627098802799812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482712027691795728.post-86038731480209268562010-08-10T07:37:00.000-07:002010-08-10T07:38:41.421-07:00Venerar<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cww5-JMVkEE/TGFkYVqCgJI/AAAAAAAACP0/cVg31_cbKPU/s1600/imagemssss.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cww5-JMVkEE/TGFkYVqCgJI/AAAAAAAACP0/cVg31_cbKPU/s200/imagemssss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503790588916564114" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Venerar </span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">é sagrado demais</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">E eu sou </span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">tão somente humana;</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Então, eu simplesmente</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Amo demais!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">* Nilzinha_Maria Nilza *</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">® T2429266 © 10/08/10 – 10:41</span></span></div>* Nilzinha, Nil *http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114627098802799812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482712027691795728.post-72038303133159456632010-08-07T10:23:00.000-07:002010-08-07T10:25:25.140-07:00Meu Pai<div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cww5-JMVkEE/TF2W1Sh9nPI/AAAAAAAACO0/fvjBv2cUu8I/s1600/a1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cww5-JMVkEE/TF2W1Sh9nPI/AAAAAAAACO0/fvjBv2cUu8I/s200/a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502720161968135410" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">Meu Pai<br /><br />Quanta história<br />esses seus olhos<br />hoje cansados pelo tempo<br />guarda na sua retina?<br /><br />Seus olhos cor de mar<br />são testemunhas vivas<br /> de quase um século de vida.<br /><br />Aceite nesse dia meu pai,<br />o abraço, o carinho e respeito<br />e a homenagem simples, singela<br />de seus filhos, frutos teus!<br /><br />* Nilzinha_Maria Nilza *<br />® T2423893 © 07/08/10 – 13:05</span></div>* Nilzinha, Nil *http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114627098802799812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482712027691795728.post-4172200994368194292010-08-06T15:31:00.001-07:002010-08-06T15:32:15.872-07:00Frio de Saudade<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cww5-JMVkEE/TFyNYSVT3II/AAAAAAAACOk/6NT6JiqhDsE/s1600/frio.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cww5-JMVkEE/TFyNYSVT3II/AAAAAAAACOk/6NT6JiqhDsE/s200/frio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502428293117500546" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Frio de Saudade</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Faz tanto frio lá fora</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >E o que eu faço, </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >com essa saudade que sinto?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Nas minhas noites insones</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >me faz tremer, mais do que o frio</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >pensar que nunca mais terei seu carinho.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Ter o aconchego do seu abraço</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >a me envolver como um laço</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >é tudo que necessito agora!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >* Nilzinha_Maria Nilza *</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >® T2422027 © 06/08/10 – 13:12</span></div>* Nilzinha, Nil *http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114627098802799812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482712027691795728.post-86161290506832128872010-08-05T13:29:00.001-07:002010-08-05T13:30:24.650-07:00Por Amor<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cww5-JMVkEE/TFsfU4-abBI/AAAAAAAACMc/Zv7xn7lQTwc/s1600/POR+AMOR+1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cww5-JMVkEE/TFsfU4-abBI/AAAAAAAACMc/Zv7xn7lQTwc/s200/POR+AMOR+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502025813515201554" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Por amor</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Podemos tocar as estrelas</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Sem tirar os pés do chão</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Viajamos em torno do mundo</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Sem sair do lugar.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Por amor</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >A morte não é o fim</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Pois em outro universo</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Onde a morte já não existe</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Acontece o reencontro das almas.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Por amor</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Já não existe contagem de tempo</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >A distancia nada significa</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >O tempo não abala os sentimentos</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >E nem o coração se tranca!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >* Nilzinha_Maria Nilza *</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >® 2420299 © 05/08/10 – 16:23</span></div>* Nilzinha, Nil *http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114627098802799812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482712027691795728.post-82432026542552664392010-08-02T06:37:00.000-07:002010-08-02T06:41:17.493-07:00Meu Amor de Conto de Fadas<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cww5-JMVkEE/TFbK7IV5j7I/AAAAAAAACLE/EwcZoWb7wss/s1600/conto.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cww5-JMVkEE/TFbK7IV5j7I/AAAAAAAACLE/EwcZoWb7wss/s200/conto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500807112080068530" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Meu Amor de Conto de Fadas</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Foi uma linda historia de amor,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >mas hoje temos outra realidade.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Ficaram apenas as doces lembranças</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >daqueles dias de eterna felicidade.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Aquele amor puro que parecia infinito</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >agora se resume á uma foto amarelada.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Quanta saudade deste tempo tão bonito</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >que tento esquecer na gaveta da saudade.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Amor que estará vivo para sempre</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >na memória desgastada pelo tempo.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Como o uivar tristonho do vento frio,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >desta triste e cruel realidade.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >* Nilzinha_Maria Nilza *</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >® 2413188 © 02/08/10 - 02:16</span></div>* Nilzinha, Nil *http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114627098802799812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482712027691795728.post-10394600968358064472010-07-30T09:37:00.000-07:002010-07-30T09:39:49.099-07:00Devolva-me seu amor<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cww5-JMVkEE/TFMAKgiiBjI/AAAAAAAACH0/M6ikU4PP9HA/s1600/UMCONTODEFADAS.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 153px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cww5-JMVkEE/TFMAKgiiBjI/AAAAAAAACH0/M6ikU4PP9HA/s200/UMCONTODEFADAS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499739750482970162" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Devolva-me seu amor</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Quisera voltar no tempo</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >E pelo menos por um momento</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >No seu peito descansar</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >No seu abraço me aninhar...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Fui tão feliz contigo</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Que nesse momento não consigo</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Parar de em ti pensar</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >E sem você me imaginar...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Preciso de ti agora</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Por favor, venha sem demora</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Acabe com minha dor</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Devolva-me o seu amor!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >* Nilzinha_Maria Nilza *</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >® 2408380 © 30/07/10 – 12:53 </span><br /></div>* Nilzinha, Nil *http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114627098802799812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482712027691795728.post-7962235520781846702010-07-29T13:21:00.000-07:002010-07-29T13:23:21.522-07:00Ave Errante<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cww5-JMVkEE/TFHjLQ7k94I/AAAAAAAACHs/xtKRH147sz4/s1600/4-AVE+ERRANTE+3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cww5-JMVkEE/TFHjLQ7k94I/AAAAAAAACHs/xtKRH147sz4/s200/4-AVE+ERRANTE+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499426402659006338" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Ave Errante</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Ouço o som da chuva no telheiro, </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >A melodia dos ventos no ramo dos salgueiros,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >As lágrimas que rolam nos olhos do mundo inteiro...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >Sou a ave ligeira que voando no céu de anil</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" > Não se detém na terra verde salpicada </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >De flores em tonalidades mil.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >* Nilzinha_Maria Nilza *</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >® 2404382 © 28/07/10 – 12:55</span></div>* Nilzinha, Nil *http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114627098802799812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482712027691795728.post-26205284581412300592010-07-27T13:23:00.000-07:002010-07-27T13:24:58.737-07:00Sorria, cante!<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cww5-JMVkEE/TE9Ai1j0YmI/AAAAAAAACE4/POtpDT8vO88/s1600/sorria.gif"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cww5-JMVkEE/TE9Ai1j0YmI/AAAAAAAACE4/POtpDT8vO88/s200/sorria.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498684637279707746" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Sorria, cante!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Sorria para o céu,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >e as nuvens sorrirão pra você!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Cante uma canção para a chuva,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >e os anjos cantarão pra você!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Dê bom dia ao horizonte</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Namore o sol, beije a lua...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >E o universo inteiro</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >se enamorará de ti!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >* Nilzinha_Maria Nilza *</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >® 2402667 © 27/07/10 – 16:10</span></span></div>* Nilzinha, Nil *http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114627098802799812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482712027691795728.post-7664123744066553042010-07-26T08:33:00.001-07:002010-07-26T08:34:08.767-07:00Alquimia<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cww5-JMVkEE/TE2q41asnNI/AAAAAAAACEw/1e5vppXMgNY/s1600/gota_de_amor_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cww5-JMVkEE/TE2q41asnNI/AAAAAAAACEw/1e5vppXMgNY/s200/gota_de_amor_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498238613477694674" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Alquimia</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Para ser feliz é preciso</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Praticar a alquimia do amor!</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">É possuir a arte do tempero,</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Saber dosar os momentos ruins</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Com pitadas de bons fluidos</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Fluidos de amor e carinho</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Respeito e generosidade!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">* Nilzinha_Maria Nilza *</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">® 2398836 © 25/07/10 – 16:12</span></span><br /></div>* Nilzinha, Nil *http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114627098802799812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482712027691795728.post-85490900009304437002010-07-22T18:20:00.000-07:002010-07-22T18:22:25.778-07:00Aconchego<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cww5-JMVkEE/TEjuwceVWMI/AAAAAAAACCg/-RpmWZ6JkeI/s1600/aconchego.gif"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cww5-JMVkEE/TEjuwceVWMI/AAAAAAAACCg/-RpmWZ6JkeI/s200/aconchego.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496905861250242754" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Aconchego</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Eu esqueço meu cansaço</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">No aconchego dos seus braços</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Conheço bem os seus caminhos</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sou movida pelos teus carinhos</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hoje quero dormir nos seus braços</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hoje quero o calor do seu abraço</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hoje não quero pensar na vida</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Quero esquecer a dor da ferida.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Quero apenas sentir a emoção</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Do pulsar do teu coração</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Te ouvir de mansinho cantar</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Nos teus braços á me acalentar.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">* Nilzinha_Maria Nilza *</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">® 2392898 © 22/07/10 – 12:45</span></span></div>* Nilzinha, Nil *http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114627098802799812noreply@blogger.com0