tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89329441680367553602024-03-21T22:26:01.647-07:00Um pouco mais de azulNádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.comBlogger195125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932944168036755360.post-50361599075040210162015-02-26T06:08:00.000-08:002015-02-26T06:08:15.217-08:00<div dir="ltr">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Borboletas são laços coloridos, ornando com delicadeza o azul pálido do céu.</span></div>
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Edna Frigato</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932944168036755360.post-48885239217163492032015-02-17T11:18:00.000-08:002015-02-17T11:18:42.174-08:00<div dir="ltr">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Há dias em que o sol<br />
tem cor diferente<br />
A brisa cheira a flores<br />
Cantiga de amores</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Há dias em que tua voz chega<br />
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Despertando o sonho azul<br />
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Arnalda Rabelo</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932944168036755360.post-31068986003387319052015-02-17T11:04:00.000-08:002015-02-17T11:04:27.462-08:00Sonho Azul<div dir="ltr">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Há dias em que o sol<br />
tem cor diferente...<br />
A brisa cheira a flores<br />
Cantiga de amores<br />
Há dias em que tua voz chega<br />
com o vento<br />
despertando o sonho azul<br />
que dormia<br />
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Arnalda Rabelo</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932944168036755360.post-44606363372680235072015-02-15T16:47:00.003-08:002015-02-15T16:47:15.861-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">E outra vez é noite ...<br />
Que o céu esteja bordado de estrelas<br />
e que os sonhos sejam azuis, lilases e prateados.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Arnalda Rabelo </span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932944168036755360.post-5958982124400156732015-02-15T16:22:00.000-08:002015-02-15T16:22:06.036-08:00Aquarela azul<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Pousada sobre a flor,<br />
frágil e bela em demasia!<br />
Tão diáfana que não se sabia,<br />
o que era borboleta, flor...<br />
ou se era só poesia!<br />
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Tremem as pétalas lilases<br />
ao vento breve.<br />
Fremem as asas anis<br />
à brisa leve.<br />
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E há um céu sem nuvens<br />
no olhar do poeta,<br />
entre o azul das asas<br />
e o azul da pétala.<br />
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Lenise Marques</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Para quê nomes?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Era azul e voava!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Manoel de Barros</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932944168036755360.post-21649528703365199392015-02-10T14:19:00.001-08:002015-02-10T14:19:13.866-08:00<div dir="ltr">
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<span style="font-size: large;">As nuvens são sombrias<br />
Mas, nos lados do sul,<br />
Um bocado do céu<br />
É tristemente azul.<br />
Assim, no pensamento,<br />
Sem haver solução,<br />
Há um bocado que lembra<br />
Que existe o coração.<br />
E esse bocado é que é<br />
A verdade que está<br />
A ser beleza eterna<br />
Para além do que há.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Fernando Pessoa</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ó céu azul - o mesmo da minha infância -<br />
Eterna verdade vazia e perfeita!<br />
Ó macio Tejo ancestral e mudo,<br />
Pequena verdade onde o céu se reflete!<br />
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Nada me dais, nada me tirais, nada sois que eu me sinta.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Fernando Pessoa</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sinto falta daquele sol<br />
Das corridas,<br />
Do olhar,<br />
Do azul.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sinto falta da alegria<br />
Da fantasia,<br />
Do que eu sentia,<br />
Do azul.</span></div>
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Camila Senna</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932944168036755360.post-21356468005660541862015-01-27T14:45:00.000-08:002015-01-27T14:45:13.553-08:00Desejo<div dir="ltr">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Quero asas de borboleta azul<br />
para que eu encontre<br />
o caminho do vento<br />
o caminho da noite<br />
a janela do tempo<br />
o caminho de mim.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ninguém recebe conscientemente<br />O carisma do azul.<br />Ninguém esgota o azul e seus enigmas.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />Pelas tardes azuis do Verão, irei pelas<br />sendas,<br /><br />Guarnecidas pelo trigal,<br />pisando a erva miúda:<br /><br />Sonhador, sentirei a<br />frescura em meus pés.<br /><br />Deixarei o vento banhar<br />minha cabeça nua.<br /><br /><br /><br />Não falarei mais, não<br />pensarei mais:<br /><br />Mas um amor infinito me<br />invadirá a alma.<br /><br />E irei longe, bem longe,<br />como um boêmio,<br /><br />Pela natureza, - feliz<br />como com uma mulher.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />Rimbaud</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932944168036755360.post-7462760579192596422013-02-20T03:02:00.000-08:002013-02-20T03:02:22.221-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Olho o céu com paciência. O azul não me cansa. Uma ave voando não significa que está partindo. Uma ave voando pode estar regressando..."<br />Fabricio Carpinejar</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932944168036755360.post-86690916471017902712013-02-19T03:56:00.001-08:002013-02-19T03:56:18.913-08:00Ainda Azul...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Chuva esparsa.<br />Na copa, folhas ao vento.<br />Vejo o céu...</span><br />
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<br />Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932944168036755360.post-23852470189995103002013-02-17T08:07:00.000-08:002013-02-17T08:19:00.102-08:00O meu desejo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Vejo-te só a ti no azul dos céus,<br />Olhando a nuvem de oiro que flutua.<br />Ó minha perfeição que criou Deus<br />E que num dia lindo me fez sua!<br /><br />Nos vultos que diviso pela rua,<br />Que cruzam os seus passos com os meus...<br />Minha boca tem fome só da tua!<br />Meus olhos têm sede só dos teus!<br /><br />Sombra da tua sombra, doce e calma,<br />Sou a grande quimera da tua alma<br />E, sem viver, ando a viver contigo...<br /><br />Deixa-me andar assim no teu caminho<br />Por toda a vida, Amor, devagarinho,<br />Até a morte me levar consigo...</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />Florbela Espanca</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932944168036755360.post-9719017437219178302013-02-17T08:06:00.000-08:002013-02-17T08:06:17.392-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">O dia azul se abriu em festa... E as nuvens brancas são as espumas perfumadas da barbearia de São Pedro.<br /> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">M.M.Soriano</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932944168036755360.post-25153350104286880472013-02-17T08:05:00.001-08:002013-02-17T08:05:30.473-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">para onde<br />nos atrai<br />o azul?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />Guimarães Rosa</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932944168036755360.post-31839018870374246722013-02-17T08:04:00.003-08:002013-02-17T08:04:49.820-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">O céu não é menos azul porque o homem cego não pode vê-lo. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Para vermos o azul, olhamos para o céu. A Terra é azul para quem a olha do céu. Azul será uma cor em si, ou uma questão de distância? Ou uma questão de grande nostalgia? O inalcançável é sempre azul.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />Clarice Lispector</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932944168036755360.post-73366982568506351042013-02-13T05:50:00.000-08:002013-02-13T05:50:03.040-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Usou o lápis de olho para delinear azul poema...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Porque são tantas coisas azuis<br />E há tão grandes promessas de luz<br />Tanto amor para amar de que a gente nem sabe...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Vinicius de Moraes</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932944168036755360.post-79037497545728921282013-02-12T13:19:00.001-08:002013-02-12T13:19:47.278-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />Clarice Lispector</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932944168036755360.post-84190698598170819802013-02-10T11:42:00.000-08:002013-02-10T11:42:08.673-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">E tudo é natural, basta não teres medos excessivos - Trata-se apenas de preservar o azul das tuas asas.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />Caio F. Abreu</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932944168036755360.post-10646350608189541682013-02-10T11:37:00.001-08:002013-02-10T11:37:48.938-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Era um capricho e nada mais,<br />Doce como um dia de abril,<br />Mas o seu olhar azul de anil<br />Roubou de vez a minha paz.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />George Orwell</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932944168036755360.post-20819790337895227522013-02-10T11:35:00.000-08:002013-02-10T11:35:22.853-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />Yeda Prates Bernis</span>Nádia Marahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08999035228230679880noreply@blogger.com0