tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890902845439004282012-02-16T17:39:06.928-08:00» "...O amor inesplicável faz o coração bater mais depressa..." (Clarice Lispector) «[ Os versos abaixo são pura e totalmente FICÇÃO ]MaYaRa LiMahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03394002250873570222noreply@blogger.comBlogger211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789090284543900428.post-19236020166174276482008-04-11T16:34:00.001-07:002008-04-11T16:44:12.328-07:00[ Até que eu conheci você ]<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KaJDaEuSsSk/R__3mvfXJ3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/hJO78bAxluc/s1600-h/olhosabertos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188137540709197682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KaJDaEuSsSk/R__3mvfXJ3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/hJO78bAxluc/s400/olhosabertos.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Dizem que tudo na vida passa</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>e que só o amor não passa.</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Dizem que tudo que é grande não acaba</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>e que só aumenta e faz crescer.</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Eu nunca acreditei nessas histórias</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>e sempre achei que nunca fosse acreditar.</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Até que... Ah, até que eu conheci você.</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Não sei... Não sei, mas tudo parece ter mudado</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>e eu pareço crer nas coisas </strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>que eu não possuia crença alguma,</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>posso também não estar falando coisa nenhuma...</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Ah... Eu sei que estou confusa, </strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>e fingo que tudo está em seu lugar,</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>mas eu só penso em te procurar, </strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>pra te abraçar </strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>e te dizer </strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>que quem eu amo é você!</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Desculpe por todo ridículo, </strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>mas o amor é o sentimento mais ridículo...</strong></span></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">By: MaYáRa LiMa</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789090284543900428-1923602016617427648?l=mayaralima1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaYaRa LiMahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03394002250873570222noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789090284543900428.post-57289577446446358362008-03-13T14:43:00.000-07:002008-03-13T14:53:39.979-07:00[ Funesta Ilusão ]<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KaJDaEuSsSk/R9mh_cIka5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/FRDVPvl23mA/s1600-h/sem+título.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177347357895060370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KaJDaEuSsSk/R9mh_cIka5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/FRDVPvl23mA/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>A tristeza toma conta de mim.</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Estou perdida na ilusão de amar,</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Buscando</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>O que não posso encontrar.<br /></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Se o tempo passa</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Eu fico.</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Se o tempo fica</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Minha Dor não passa.</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Funesta Ilusão</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>De pensar que pra sempre seria.</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Em tona a verdade</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>De saber que a tempestade viria.<br /></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Treda perda de tempo</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Em escrever tristes versos,</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Rimas sem luz</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Que não te trarão de volta.</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Poesia vaga,</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Mas que me ajuda a lembrar<br />Que você se foi</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>E levou junto minha alma.</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Que era forte o meu desejo</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>E nunca te beijei.</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Que sempre quis te sentir</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>E nunca te toquei.</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Que nunca pude te ter</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>E nunca mais terei.</strong></span></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;">By: MaYáRa LiMa</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789090284543900428-5728957744644635836?l=mayaralima1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaYaRa LiMahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03394002250873570222noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789090284543900428.post-44920323469561011302008-01-27T10:58:00.000-08:002008-02-29T14:53:49.183-08:00[ Cantar ]<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KaJDaEuSsSk/R5zVkUUwNkI/AAAAAAAAADg/XsyTohPDy54/s1600-h/025.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160234092967507522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KaJDaEuSsSk/R5zVkUUwNkI/AAAAAAAAADg/XsyTohPDy54/s400/025.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Gostar do distante </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">deixa confuso o meu coração,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">mas a alegria que sinto</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">me contempla,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">me traz emoção.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">De paz é feita essa sensação,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">e parece ter vindo para ficar,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">e eu quero que fique,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">que me faça mais feliz ainda,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">pois se foi para ser vinda</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">que fique e me faça cantar.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Cantar a paixão contida.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Cantar a sorte existida.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Cantar as coisas boas da vida.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Cantar, cantar com toda perfeição,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">com toda vontade e precisão</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">que você chegou de repente</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">e habitou meu coração.</span></strong></div><br /><div></div><div><strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;">By: MaYáRa LiMa</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789090284543900428-4492032346956101130?l=mayaralima1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaYaRa LiMahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03394002250873570222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789090284543900428.post-47696575760939554302008-01-23T04:21:00.000-08:002008-02-23T18:21:28.212-08:00[ A que mais te adora ]<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KaJDaEuSsSk/R5cxoEUwNjI/AAAAAAAAADY/mKjaKYGa7jk/s1600-h/lonely.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158646462601508402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KaJDaEuSsSk/R5cxoEUwNjI/AAAAAAAAADY/mKjaKYGa7jk/s400/lonely.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><span style="color:#999999;">Eu quero ser livre...<br />Livre para voar,<br />para sorrir,<br />para te amar.<br /><br />Tudo é vazio e tudo me dói.<br />Por que eu fui tanto assim te amar?<br />E até me transformar<br />em tua amiga e confidente?<br /><br />É tão difícil explicar<br />o quanto isso faz sofrer,<br />confundir e machucar.<br /><br />Eu te quero<br />com todas as minhas forças.<br />Eu sonho com você.<br />Eu vivo pra te ter.<br /><br />Posso não ser a sua escolhida,<br />mas sou a que mais te adora!</span><br /><br />By: MaYáRa LiMa</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789090284543900428-4769657576093955430?l=mayaralima1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaYaRa LiMahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03394002250873570222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789090284543900428.post-34630834921406618542008-01-19T05:26:00.000-08:002008-01-19T05:33:37.292-08:00[ Não sei ]<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KaJDaEuSsSk/R5H6nMBg-VI/AAAAAAAAADM/ZzZGdVvNZhc/s1600-h/olho.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157178599465351506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KaJDaEuSsSk/R5H6nMBg-VI/AAAAAAAAADM/ZzZGdVvNZhc/s400/olho.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Não sei o que fazer,</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>não sei o que será.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Sinto que você me consumiu...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Não sei o que dizer,</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>só sei que preciso de você!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Eu não consigo esconder o que sinto,</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>é mais forte que eu...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Não sei se é paixão</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>ou será ilusão?</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Amor?!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Decepção...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Não sei se é certo</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>ou errado,</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>se é ventania</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>ou calmaria.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Teu olhar ilumina meu caminho,</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>teu sorriso me alimenta a alma.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Perto de ti eu sinto emoção,</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>eu quero ter teu coração!</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong>By: MaYáRa LiMa</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789090284543900428-3463083492140661854?l=mayaralima1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaYaRa LiMahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03394002250873570222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789090284543900428.post-34183057198307514632008-01-19T05:17:00.000-08:002008-02-29T14:55:55.082-08:00[ Maior mentirosa ]<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KaJDaEuSsSk/R5H40cBg-UI/AAAAAAAAADA/gT40cQFSiCk/s1600-h/120815116.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157176628075362626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KaJDaEuSsSk/R5H40cBg-UI/AAAAAAAAADA/gT40cQFSiCk/s400/120815116.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Eu sou a maior mentirosa,</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>o tempo todo eu só faço mentir.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Eu minto sobre mim mesma.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Eu minto sobre o mundo... </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Quando tudo parece tranquilo,</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>eu me descontrolo...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Minto com intensa repugnância!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Eu minto até sobre meus sentimentos mais sublimes.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Eu minto sobre o amor.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>É. Eu minto sobre o amor,</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>ninguém pode me parar!</strong></span><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;">By: MaYáRa LiMa</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789090284543900428-3418305719830751463?l=mayaralima1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaYaRa LiMahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03394002250873570222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789090284543900428.post-77080975336472307802008-01-17T22:39:00.000-08:002008-01-27T11:12:47.701-08:00[ Nostalgia ]<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KaJDaEuSsSk/R5BKScBg-TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3C3tC75utjU/s1600-h/heart-break-Jeremy-Patten.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156703253959866674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KaJDaEuSsSk/R5BKScBg-TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3C3tC75utjU/s400/heart-break-Jeremy-Patten.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><span style="color:#999999;">A nostalgia me domina<br />quando você me trata assim,<br />me dói sua indiferença<br />e sua indecisão.<br /><br />Choro como uma criança,<br />escrevo versos tristes<br />e espero o meu fim<br />diante da solidão...</span><br /><br />By: MaYáRa LiMa</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789090284543900428-7708097533647230780?l=mayaralima1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaYaRa LiMahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03394002250873570222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789090284543900428.post-64092981597358585892008-01-14T22:15:00.000-08:002008-01-14T22:19:05.765-08:00[ Eu... ]<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KaJDaEuSsSk/R4xPo8Bg-RI/AAAAAAAAACg/K-O-FB3cwi0/s1600-h/dark6hs.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155583238158219538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KaJDaEuSsSk/R4xPo8Bg-RI/AAAAAAAAACg/K-O-FB3cwi0/s400/dark6hs.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Eu... um ser inútil, </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>uma alma estúpida, </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>apenas um verme!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Com lágrimas nos olhos, </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>punhos cortados </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>e articulações inermes.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Um alguém na escuridão </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>buscando atenção.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>O que me resta </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>é a podridão </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>e o doce sabor das chagas!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Me alimentar </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>de carne podre </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>e roer víceras magras!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Afundem num prato cheio de vermes </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>essas enganosas vidas!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Pois já estou beijando a peçonha </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>e dormindo num leito de feridas!</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong>By: MaYáRa LiMa</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789090284543900428-6409298159735858589?l=mayaralima1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaYaRa LiMahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03394002250873570222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789090284543900428.post-30756355403056999012008-01-14T22:06:00.000-08:002008-01-14T22:15:17.677-08:00[ Pesadelos ]<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KaJDaEuSsSk/R4xPDsBg-QI/AAAAAAAAACY/FfLxn1IhZjA/s1600-h/281.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155582598208092418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KaJDaEuSsSk/R4xPDsBg-QI/AAAAAAAAACY/FfLxn1IhZjA/s400/281.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KaJDaEuSsSk/R4xN_MBg-PI/AAAAAAAAACQ/dgjdwJGt--A/s1600-h/dark6hs.jpg"></a></div><br /><div></div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Os momentos passam,<br />minhas feridas parecem não curar...<br />Meu peito esta despedaçado,<br />eu sofro tanto por te amar!<br /><br />Meu olhar e como uma súplica<br />te implorando atenção...<br />E minha alma entregue as trevas<br />e a mísera solidão!<br /><br />A felicidade na minha caminhada<br />só foi introsca!<br />Sempre digo que te amo,<br />porém você não me ouça...<br /><br />Nunca chegar a ter<br />e de sofer eternamente por você<br />são os pesadelos que me deixam louca.<br /><br />Por favor,<br />vem acabar com essa melancolia,<br />pois minha vida sem você<br />é triste, amarga e vazia.<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">By: MaYáRa LiMa</span><br /></span></strong><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789090284543900428-3075635540305699901?l=mayaralima1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaYaRa LiMahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03394002250873570222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789090284543900428.post-33324286645490888742008-01-13T17:34:00.000-08:002008-01-13T17:40:02.167-08:00[ Desencanto ]<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KaJDaEuSsSk/R4q8b8Bg-OI/AAAAAAAAACI/ndAu-Rn9ITM/s1600-h/s2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155139911633926370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KaJDaEuSsSk/R4q8b8Bg-OI/AAAAAAAAACI/ndAu-Rn9ITM/s400/s2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Estou perdida no escuro,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">trancada no meu mundo de ilusão.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Tenho mil dores escondidas</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">em uma única razão...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">...Você!</span></strong></div><div><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Tenho medo desse escuro,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">onde está a chave da ilusão?</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Preciso encontrar minhas tantas dores</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">e te tirar do meu coração.</span></strong></div><div><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">E agora? onde está a luz do meu caminho?</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Enganada, pensei que essa luz fosse você.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Pensei que sem você não podia viver</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">e o desencanto toma conta do meu ser...</span></strong></div><div><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;">By: MaYáRa LiMa</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789090284543900428-3332428664549088874?l=mayaralima1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaYaRa LiMahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03394002250873570222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789090284543900428.post-49571961462305927342008-01-13T17:31:00.000-08:002008-01-27T11:18:00.959-08:00[ Rítmo ]<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KaJDaEuSsSk/R4q7pMBg-NI/AAAAAAAAACA/7RFy-bgUjQI/s1600-h/piano+blog.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155139039755565266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KaJDaEuSsSk/R4q7pMBg-NI/AAAAAAAAACA/7RFy-bgUjQI/s400/piano+blog.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Meu rítmo é triste,<br />é doentio,<br />é envolvente,<br />é vil.<br /></span></strong></div><div><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong></span> </div><div><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Tem o tom da tristeza.<br />É sem beleza.<br /></span></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Eu não quero<br />esquecer os rítmos tristes<br />que me dominam.<br /><br />O que mais quero<br />é esconder os rítmos felizes<br />que me procuram.</span><br /></div></strong></span><div><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong>By: MaYáRa LiMa</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789090284543900428-4957196146230592734?l=mayaralima1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaYaRa LiMahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03394002250873570222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789090284543900428.post-31016860891135196502008-01-10T18:20:00.000-08:002008-01-27T11:21:21.170-08:00[ Meu vício ]<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KaJDaEuSsSk/R4bTgMBg-JI/AAAAAAAAABY/oHiieVu-Y_M/s1600-h/imagem.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154039373508966546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KaJDaEuSsSk/R4bTgMBg-JI/AAAAAAAAABY/oHiieVu-Y_M/s400/imagem.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Não sei de onde surgiu<br />e nem como surgiu...<br />Chegou de repente<br />e perdi-me completamente<br />em teu melancólico olhar.<br /></span></strong></div><div><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong></span> </div><div><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Te vi e sonhei<br />então acreditei<br />que fosse um forte sentimento<br />e a cada novo momento<br />aprendi a te amar.<br /><br />Você tornou-se meu vício mais profundo,<br />minha razão de existir.<br /><br />Quando não te tinha<br />era intenso o meu sofrer,<br />eu só pensava em você,<br />eu chorava<br />me martirizava.<br /><br />Te buscava,<br />mas não te encontrava...<br /></div></span></strong></span><div><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong>By: MaYáRa LiMa</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789090284543900428-3101686089113519650?l=mayaralima1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaYaRa LiMahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03394002250873570222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789090284543900428.post-79771428222916222232007-12-13T14:13:00.000-08:002007-12-31T09:16:06.315-08:00[ Futuro incerto ]<span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Escrevendo versos tristes<br />a dor parece não ter fim.<br />Meu pensamento te procura...<br /><br />Pode ser que eu te encontre<br />numa esquina duma rua<br />e viva na vida tua.<br /><br />Pode ser que eu venha a te perder<br />ou de novo te encontrar<br />na esquina de outra rua<br />e de novo viver na vida tua.<br />Não sei do futuro,<br />mas sei do meu amor.<br /><br />Eu te procuro<br />sem saber se vou te encontrar.<br />Eu te espero<br />sem saber se você virá.<br />Eu te quero<br />e não me canso de te amar.<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">By: MaYáRa LiMa</span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789090284543900428-7977142822291622223?l=mayaralima1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaYaRa LiMahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03394002250873570222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789090284543900428.post-40140636563164348842007-12-07T07:08:00.000-08:002007-12-31T09:15:19.126-08:00[ Sentimento intenso ]<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KaJDaEuSsSk/R1ljaxzLJSI/AAAAAAAAABM/63_O60kr28c/s1600-h/coracao.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141249761315857698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KaJDaEuSsSk/R1ljaxzLJSI/AAAAAAAAABM/63_O60kr28c/s400/coracao.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">No dia que te conheci</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">minha vida tornou-se mais vida.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Aos poucos aprendi</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">a querer e a amar.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Com um sentimento intenso</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">veio junto a agonia,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">solidão e desespero<br /></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">de não ter-te pra mim um dia.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Sem você eu sinto frio,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">tudo é doloroso,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">triste e vazio.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Onde está você agora</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">além de aqui na minha alma?</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Sem você a tristeza me devora...</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;">By: MaYáRa LiMa</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789090284543900428-4014063656316434884?l=mayaralima1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaYaRa LiMahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03394002250873570222noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789090284543900428.post-12388726172555937452007-12-05T15:17:00.000-08:002007-12-31T09:16:44.198-08:00[ Ausência ]<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KaJDaEuSsSk/R1cyOhzLJRI/AAAAAAAAABE/6anJlyxLvHo/s1600-h/01.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140632724839277842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KaJDaEuSsSk/R1cyOhzLJRI/AAAAAAAAABE/6anJlyxLvHo/s400/01.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">O tempo vai passar... eu sei</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">enquanto isso eu fico aqui </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">sofrendo a sua Ausência</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">e esperando você chegar.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Essa distância me mata,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">faz o coração sangrar,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">mas sei que vale a pena se sacrificar,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">e enfim ter-te pra mim.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Não posso dizer que estou feliz,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">meu coração dói e a vida está vazia</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Meu mundo caiu...</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Meus sonhos foram levados pelo vento,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">mas espero que o vento os tragam de volta,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">trazendo assim alegria em minha vida.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;">By: MaYáRa LiMa</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789090284543900428-1238872617255593745?l=mayaralima1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaYaRa LiMahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03394002250873570222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789090284543900428.post-66186050912166742792007-12-05T15:09:00.000-08:002007-12-31T09:19:20.800-08:00[ Quero ]<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KaJDaEuSsSk/R1cwMhzLJQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ErLxh4wYQI/s1600-h/1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140630491456283906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KaJDaEuSsSk/R1cwMhzLJQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ErLxh4wYQI/s400/1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Quero viver na escuridão profunda,<br />na completa ilusão de amar.<br />Desamar,<br />aprender<br />esquecer?<br />recordar... adorar!<br /><br />Fugir das palavras,<br />ou procurá-las desesperadamente,<br />consequentemente encontrá-las</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">na loucura de imaginar<br />ou perde-las<br />num pesamento a voar...<br /><br />Quero amar,odiar.<br />Quero sorrir, chorar.<br />Te esperar sem medo,<br />te querer e te amar.<br /><br />Tudo um pouco<br />eu posso querer<br />mas o que quero intensamente<br />é simplismente:<br />você!</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><strong><span style="color:#666666;"></span></strong><div><strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;">By: MaYáRa LiMa</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789090284543900428-6618605091216674279?l=mayaralima1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaYaRa LiMahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03394002250873570222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789090284543900428.post-62921261949500231822007-11-02T13:43:00.001-07:002007-12-31T09:19:59.424-08:00[ Mágoa ]<strong><span style="color:#999999;">Sonhando sonhos impossíveis<br />olhando a lua triste.<br />Aqui estou eu lamentando a sua perda,<br />querendo você de volta.<br /><br />O vazio que me habita é tão forte,<br />este sentimento vai me enlouquecer.<br />No lúgubre leito sombrio<br />eu choro e sofro só.<br /><br />Afinal o que há nesta vida,<br />vida que não tenho você?<br />vale mesmo apena viver?<br /><br />Parece não ter fim<br />a mágoa que me apunhala<br />é vil, é difícil controlá-la.<br /></span><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong>By: MaYáRa LiMa</strong> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789090284543900428-6292126194950023182?l=mayaralima1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaYaRa LiMahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03394002250873570222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789090284543900428.post-80271091442442298232007-10-30T08:09:00.000-07:002007-12-31T09:21:01.540-08:00[ Queria apenas... ]<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KaJDaEuSsSk/RydJ3y-Ws2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/cEw0L5-gWNs/s1600-h/imagem.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127147923709539170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KaJDaEuSsSk/RydJ3y-Ws2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/cEw0L5-gWNs/s400/imagem.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">O passado volta</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">e me atormenta novamente,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Te quero e não te esqueço.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Remoendo pensamentos,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">me vejo acorrentada</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">a algo impossível.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Penso em ti desesperadamente.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Você continua nos meus pesadelos</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">e momentos de melancolia.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">A dor parece não ter fim</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">eu não queria que fosse assim.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Queria apenas...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Ter-te pra mim.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">By: MaYáRa LiMa</span> </span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789090284543900428-8027109144244229823?l=mayaralima1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaYaRa LiMahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03394002250873570222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789090284543900428.post-73732758610704997542007-10-29T17:43:00.000-07:002007-12-31T09:23:53.031-08:00[ Sem você aqui ]<strong><span style="color:#999999;">Aonde está você agora?<br />Queria tanto ter-te aqui.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Meus sonhos te procuram<br />numa busca inútil.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Te encontro apenas<br />em meio à ilusão.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Te quero e não sei o porque.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Te desejo intensamente,<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />inexplicavelmente,<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />desesperadamente.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Sem você aqui<br />o vazio parece não ter fim,<br />a escuridão é como um abrigo.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Vai ser tão dificil sem você,<br />porque você está comigo<br />todo o tempo...<br /><br /></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">By: MaYáRa LiMa</span> </span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789090284543900428-7373275861070499754?l=mayaralima1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaYaRa LiMahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03394002250873570222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789090284543900428.post-49652387380833215232007-10-29T04:51:00.000-07:002007-12-31T09:24:37.659-08:00[ Vivendo para não viver ]<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KaJDaEuSsSk/RyXMrC-Ws1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Q4ty9pT9nqI/s1600-h/3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126728790736024402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KaJDaEuSsSk/RyXMrC-Ws1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Q4ty9pT9nqI/s320/3.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Eu, apenas vivendo para não viver.</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Querendo no letardo para sempre adormecer,</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>buscando coisas que nunca irei encontrar.</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Eu, apenas vivendo por aí a vagar...</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Como um fantasma a se refugiar.</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Eu tentando não te amar.</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Se escondendo na escuridão e no vazio,</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>abrigada no lúgubre leito sombrio</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Eu, querendo parar de sonhar o que não vejo</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Lutando para morrer só, sem nenhum desejo.</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Perdida na fúnebre catedral da ilusão,</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>com o sangue gelado e um triste coração...</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Sem ninguém a enxergar minha desgraça,</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>esperando viver na tumbal carcaça.</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Sem medo,tentando ser forte,</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>dormindo eternamente na morte!</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;">By: MaYáRa LiMa</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789090284543900428-4965238738083321523?l=mayaralima1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaYaRa LiMahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03394002250873570222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789090284543900428.post-84988152922684683102007-10-29T04:39:00.000-07:002007-12-31T09:25:19.728-08:00[ Pertubação ]<span style="color:#993399;"></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KaJDaEuSsSk/RyXHGy-Ws0I/AAAAAAAAAAg/lc98fS83mxc/s1600-h/2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126722670407627586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KaJDaEuSsSk/RyXHGy-Ws0I/AAAAAAAAAAg/lc98fS83mxc/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Escrevo versos como quem chora</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">de desespero, de melancolia.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Sonho sem ter esperanças,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">a vida está amargurada e vazia.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Com o pensamento ligado a você,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">luto para não sofrer,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">e a tristeza que me vem</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">não me convém,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">porém intensamente me pertuba.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Sinto na alma a pertubação,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">e é tão forte este sofrer.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Não tenho mais esperanças,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">sonhos já não quero ter,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">quero apenas fugir,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">fingir que sou feliz.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;">E no escuro me esconder...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;">By: MaYáRa LiMa</span></strong></div><div><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span></div><div></div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789090284543900428-8498815292268468310?l=mayaralima1.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaYaRa LiMahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03394002250873570222noreply@blogger.com0