tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73296408035253593002012-01-09T08:30:17.244-08:00Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.comBlogger1311100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-70945296435566281642011-04-15T11:41:00.000-07:002011-04-16T10:20:49.415-07:00<strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rBXb0GYYRac/TanPRhVtm3I/AAAAAAAAA-I/U0r5G5COjyw/s1600/jeff-milstein-rosa-palida.jpg"></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596230175406773970" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--6vA-YOyUkM/TanNscZxVtI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IWqrWSO8K_k/s200/jeff-milstein-rosa-palida.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Na ilusão da vida</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Deixei tombar a alma perdida</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A rosa era um toque de ilusão</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Um laivo escorregado de coração...</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O amor ... </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O sentir do esplendor </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Deixando rastos tombados de dor.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" >Chinha</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></span></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-7094529643556628164?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-4872347476673934722011-01-04T11:37:00.000-08:002011-02-10T05:08:10.971-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/TSMQ2IgvXBI/AAAAAAAAA90/-ezrlePA26c/s1600/224_530-mulher%252520de%252520branco.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/TSMQxO01dqI/AAAAAAAAA9s/I8Ma4etUk1g/s1600/beleza.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558304803084662434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/TSMQxO01dqI/AAAAAAAAA9s/I8Ma4etUk1g/s200/beleza.bmp" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>A lágrima tombou.....</strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Teu coração falou!</strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Senti que és sensível</strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Talvez imprevisível</strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>No todo de ti </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Há uma mistura de singelesa</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>De sentimentos escondidos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Que a vida bloqueou.</strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Tens quereres perdidos</strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Ou um coração que sonhou</strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Mas no fundo tem pureza</strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Pois sem quereres,</strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Até entregas escondida,</strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Uma flor que não dás</strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Mas que talvez...</strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Tenha cor e certa beleza.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Chinha</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-487234747667393472?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-30048513488908494212010-12-18T13:46:00.000-08:002010-12-18T05:14:30.624-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/TQyvoAKm6dI/AAAAAAAAA9g/2qQxeKspaM0/s1600/ano_novo_fogos_copacabana.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">FELIZ NATAL</span></span></b></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552003832246319874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/TQyuEdSmOwI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/zKaS6Tx3GaA/s200/feliz-natal-mensagens_269127102_0086.jpg" /><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"><strong>Quadra Natalícia</strong></span><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99ffff;"><strong>De amor repleto de calor</strong></span> </span><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99ffff;"><strong>Em que as luzes às crianças dão delícia.</strong></span></span><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99ffff;"><strong>Que todos possamos unir os sentires </strong></span></span><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99ffff;"><strong>Num cântico de solidariedade</strong></span> </span><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"><strong>Para que a ternura</strong></span><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"><strong>Dê sempre a mão à amizade</strong></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">BOAS FESTAS</span></b></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>E</strong> </span><br /></span></p><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">ANO NOVO</span></b></div><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Repleto da concretização</strong></span><br /><br /></span></div><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">DO MAIS BELO SONHO</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546107656771901890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/TPe7h3_2mcI/AAAAAAAAA84/fmIwbe2UDEQ/s200/anonovo161.gif" /></b></span></div><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Chinha</span></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-3004851348890849421?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-83897891476869714402010-12-02T14:59:00.000-08:002010-12-02T06:44:23.989-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/TPeucVSBq9I/AAAAAAAAA8g/Gavg2su5SNw/s200/1.bmp" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546093267902376914" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div align="center"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "><b>No teu corpo...</b></span></span></div><div align="center"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>Senti o cheiro de acácias rubras</b></span></span></div><div align="center"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>Espraiei-me nele ao som do teu sentir</b></span></span></div><div align="center"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>Olheio-o pungente para não partir!</b></span></span></div><div align="center"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>No teu corpo ...</b></span></span></div><div align="center"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "><b>Esqueci o que então jurei</b></span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "><b>Entregar meu toque adocicado</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>Em lágrimas perdidas</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b> Que então tombei.</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>E num último sopro</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>Fragmento o coração</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>Entregando uma fracção</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>No calor aconchegante...</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>Do teu corpo</b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Chinha</span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span></span></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-8389789147686971440?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-53842564710721049112010-10-30T18:44:00.000-07:002010-10-29T11:02:27.383-07:00<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533526732007673586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/TMsJPrByDvI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/4OQTkcEedHM/s200/Sonho-de-uma-Noite-de-Outon.jpg" /><br /><div align="center"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /><span><span class="Apple-style-span">Tenho a alma perdida no nada<br />A escuridão abraçada ao coração<br />A tua imagem massacrante e permanente<br />Que se colou ao meu ser ausente!!!<br />Ausente de ti , do nada que recebi.<br />A indiferença abarca a minha presença<br />O olhar já morto banha-me o corpo<br />O sentir a vida é um laivo de obrigação<br />Pois o navegar em água perdida<br />Não consegue limpar<br />O que sujou o meu coração.</span></span></span></b></div><div align="center"><strong><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center">Chinha</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-5384256471072104911?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-51393623484715133852010-08-31T10:36:00.000-07:002010-08-31T11:15:10.420-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/TH1FlBUMf2I/AAAAAAAAA74/qbYGr1YKe-k/s1600/ADORO-AMAR-VOCE.jpg"></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511637913332120178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/TH1FevK8enI/AAAAAAAAA7w/ol6S2quEYh0/s200/ADORO-AMAR-VOCE.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Procuro o ar que respiras</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Preciso dele para acordar</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Talvez seja portador da palavra amar</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Talvez me deixe ler por quem suspiras.</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Deixa-me olhar teu mundo distante</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Toca minha mão numa ilusão</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Num doce afago de amor amante.</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Dou-te o meu sentir</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Que brota do toque esperado</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Pois na ansia do não partir</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Deixo tombar...</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Um longo beijo roubado</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><br />Chinha</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-5139362348471513385?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-73026603331760539312010-07-08T12:10:00.000-07:002010-07-08T14:25:55.194-07:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491648601170582930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/TDZBTogLHZI/AAAAAAAAA7o/aYa1ce42P14/s200/GRITO.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sinto o cheiro de plantas africanas</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sonho o desejo de acácias a florir</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Do querer ficar sem partir</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Do sonhar</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Em bambus brilhando em bela canas</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A saudade de sonho vivido</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Do querer renascer do já partido</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Pois o passar do caminho</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Apagou résteas de carinho.</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A alma suspira voar</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">E deseja em loucura...</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Novamente poder amar</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Chinha</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-7302660333176053931?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-37068610081145938652010-06-17T17:58:00.000-07:002010-06-17T08:17:58.350-07:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483760612529807042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/TBo7OQ8eHsI/AAAAAAAAA7g/j2UvWV2S8p4/s200/88136628_3bf25d6b69.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">A nostalgia afaga-me o sentir<br />A vida escorre lenta<br />No horizonte já não paira o sorrir<br />A vela acesa esmoreceu<br />A chama com ela morreu.<br />O brilho do olhar perdeu a cor<br />Talvez numa lágrima de dor.<br />No calor do Verão</span></span><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Onde o sorriso quer florir</span></strong><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Para apagar o amarelecido sentir</span></strong><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Penso em ti...</span></strong><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">E lentamente estendo-te a mão.</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Chinha<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><br /></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"> </div></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-3706861008114593865?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-69708931808318547842010-05-18T01:50:00.000-07:002010-05-17T18:16:26.154-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/S_HqQqLYwOI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/274aui6x-bE/s1600/img.jpg"><br /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471926867315209378" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; cursor: pointer; height: 200px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/S_Awfos9NKI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/tAiljNySHbU/s200/animation20soledad1.png" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Quando o luar tocou a noite docemente</span>...<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Lembrei-me de ti</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Do dia em que só parti</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Quando o luar tocou a noite docemente...<br />Deitei-me lânguida na amurada<br />Para sonhar que era ainda desejada<br />Quando o luar tocou a noite docemente...<br />Sonhei com a estrela brilhante<br />Quando vivemos um amor amante.<br />Recordo o momento ardente<br />Envolvente<br />Pois tudo aconteceu...<br />Quando o luar tocou a noite docemente.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Chinha</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-6970893180831854784?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-29820713804306584022010-05-02T03:42:00.000-07:002010-05-02T03:59:17.115-07:00<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/S91Z9-HBn7I/AAAAAAAAA7A/QwO4zuwGUoA/s1600/untitled.bmp"></a> </div><div> </div><div><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466624613097461474" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; height: 175px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/S91aH0gU1uI/AAAAAAAAA7I/YPnBxlKWyTI/s200/untitled+0.bmp" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Guardo a rosa que não me deste</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Escondo a lágrima que não escorreste</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Lembro o pedido que não esboçaste</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Recordo o amor que não declaraste.</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Parti envolta no silêncio da solidão</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Na busca da paz e do beijo não dado</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Levo o momento amargurado</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">E na pétala fechada...</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Deixo o não brilho do coração</span></strong><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Chinha</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-2982071380430658402?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-52356849122781093742010-04-06T03:26:00.000-07:002010-04-06T13:07:10.055-07:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456974720759240946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/S7sRmKMkGPI/AAAAAAAAA64/HaVs27u-GJI/s200/pegadas.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A hora da partida</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Faz parte da vida</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A exaustão de ti</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Passou a fazer parte de mim</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Há um cais ...</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Onde sentada</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Aguardo transporte</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Para novo porto</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Para lugar de conforto.</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Guardo o sentir empalidecido</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Que já não faz sentido</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Pois a decepção</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Abarcou o coração</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A presença será apenas ...</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A vivência d</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">a minha ausência </span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Chinha</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-5235684912278109374?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-11112104748862457182010-03-03T01:42:00.000-08:002010-03-02T10:28:44.526-08:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443351284682559730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/S4qrJz8rkPI/AAAAAAAAA6w/oPqhgD8TVXw/s200/340962.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Quando a noite aguarda a madrugada </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>A vida pára...Faz da alma a espera da luz</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Poderia ser a espera desejada </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Ou o brilho que ao sonho conduz.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>O pensamento vive no momento </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Procura o trilho em ritmo lento</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Pára e abarca a vida</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Não sabe se a alma está amortecida</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Ou simplesmente aguarda docemente </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Viver o eterno</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Ou permanecer adormecida e dormente<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:100%;" >Chinha<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-1111210474886245718?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-43514500536086619242010-02-07T01:45:00.000-08:002010-02-06T17:03:04.741-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/S24Q7mwdSDI/AAAAAAAAA6g/gCNKcs8gsew/s1600-h/%C3%89+PRECISO+LUTAR.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435299197098546290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/S24P0oMGVHI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/h4EliLuPEuk/s200/img.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Encosto a mão ao teu sentir</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sinto o amor a escorrer </span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Cansei de pedir o teu pedir</span></strong> , </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Vivo apenas</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O momento do respirar para viver.</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Não peço a lua que me ofereceste</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Não peço a loucura que prometeste</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Quero o amor feito ternura</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">No momento que passa e abarca...</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Um laço de tremenda doçura</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Chinha</span><br /></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-4351450053608661924?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-71594162959297827852010-01-18T08:01:00.000-08:002010-01-18T08:29:12.014-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/S1SLHCR84tI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/t0kR6pAnkdE/s1600-h/01-thumb.jpg"></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428114040945497650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/S1SI9frd1jI/AAAAAAAAA5w/JcFOEvbxEF8/s200/gotik5.jpg" border="0" /><br />Escrevo poemas de amor<br />Deixo escorrer minha dor<br />Escrevo linhas em desalinho<br />Frases sofridas ou de esperança....<br />A vida marca uma lembrança<br />Mas espezinha a alma<br />Dá-lhe a desilusão<br />Lembra-lhe que não existe o coração.....<br />Hoje queria morrer...ou simplesmente esquecer<br />O erro abarca a vida<br />E consegue fazer da alma uma migalha esquecida.<br />O partir está sempre presente<br />A saudade viverá mas ausente<br />Pois o gelo quando cresce<br />Mostra que a vida endurece<br />E procura em torpor....<br />Um outro rasto de amor.</strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center">Chinha</p><span style="font-size:130%;"><div align="center"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-7159416295929782785?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-632285948396106432010-01-04T09:34:00.000-08:002010-01-03T14:51:01.823-08:00<strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422648436137997010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/S0EeBbHVMtI/AAAAAAAAA5o/8Snb_XA1bqo/s200/2219464639_1494dc0d43.jpg" border="0" /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Eu só queria mais um dia</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Para viver teu olhar</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Abarcar essa tua magia</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Num momento de despertar.</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Abri o coração</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">E entreguei-o em tua mão</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Partiste antes de chegar</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Num medo escondido de amar</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O olhar guardaste </span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O sentir espezinhaste em frieza</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Num fechar de olhos </span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Ficou espalhado...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Um rasto de tristeza.</span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><p align="center"><br />Chinha<br /><br /><br /><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-63228594839610643?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-88037128292527195072009-12-27T17:03:00.000-08:002009-12-26T18:10:56.995-08:00<p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </p><br /><br /><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">QUE</span></strong></p><br /><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">2010</span></strong></p><br /><div align="center"> </div><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412293738282332850" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 200px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SxxUerpjsrI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/QySOaIMFdoY/s200/266787_1_400.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"> </div><br /><div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" align="center"> <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>ENCHA DE AMOR , PAZ E SAÚDE<br /><br /></strong></span></div><br /><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </p><br /><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412293915542653650" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 166px; height: 200px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SxxUo__titI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/R6rDy4t_3jA/s200/Fim-de-Ano-e-com-a-Banda-V4.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong></p><br /><div align="center"> </div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" align="center"> <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>OS VOSSOS CORAÇÕES</strong></span></p><br /><br /><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>FELICIDADES</strong></span></p><br /><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>E</strong></span></p><br /><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">BOM ANO</span></strong></p><br /><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong> </p><br /><p align="center">Chinha</p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong> </p><br /><p align="center"><br /><br /></p><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-8803712829252719507?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-30487774921888930012009-12-19T16:05:00.000-08:002009-12-19T09:10:05.752-08:00<div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"><span style="font-size:180%;">FESTAS FELIZES</span></strong><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412278988055879010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SxxHEGxhnWI/AAAAAAAAA4A/8gVfMyPgEPs/s200/untitled+80.bmp" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)" align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Natal de paz, amor e solidariedade<br /><br /></span></strong></div><div style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)" align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">para todos que ao longo do ano</span></strong></div><br /><div style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)" align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">aqui deixam sua linda amizade<br /></span></strong></div><br /><div style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)" align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Que a mão de Cristo vos proteja</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412279630713013714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SxxHpg27RdI/AAAAAAAAA4I/-iMbHESO3J8/s200/Christmas-Bell.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><strong style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"><span style="font-size:130%;">UM FELIZ NATAL</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><br /><br /><p align="center">Chinha</p><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-3048777492188893001?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-13572264652324007942009-12-14T07:14:00.000-08:002009-12-14T07:37:41.449-08:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415113537372956242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SyZZEl2GJlI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/JMO5m-Ti5wM/s200/ifc2006-09-23.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sinto a magia do teu olhar</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Quando fixa meu sonho em ti</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Abre a arca com um presente do sonhar</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Lembra aquele dia em que nele me perdi.</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Num toque sonhado</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Num voo voado</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Num querer viver tantos num só momento</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Num afago louco e ternurento.</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Vem...</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Perde-te no meu acarinhar</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Trás nos olhos o mês de Dezembro</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">E...</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Confunde o teu, com o meu abraçar.</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Chinha</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-1357226465232400794?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-31963750835744988762009-12-03T15:46:00.000-08:002009-12-03T06:55:38.877-08:00<p><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></span></p><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></span><div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411022237581642466" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 150px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SxfQDmbLCuI/AAAAAAAAA3o/WgILBn6jTH4/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Afago o meu sentir na busca de ti<br />Procuro um olhar que foi perdido de mim</span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Sinto tua pele ,</span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">A queimar meu corpo tombado</span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Teu rosto a roçar minha face empalidecida</span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Lembrando tardes </span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Em que quis roubar-te um afago</span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Para colorir a alma esmaecida.</span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Na solidão que me banhava</span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">O toque igualava a beleza</span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Por ser envolto em singeleza</span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">E dava ao voo do sonhar</span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Pinceladas da palavra amar.</span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Chinha</span></span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><div style="text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-3196375083574498876?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-53093588290836383662009-11-19T14:33:00.000-08:002009-11-19T06:59:28.913-08:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402866410417201650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SvrWX-nOofI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/E5xGAOyUe2A/s200/4324273_1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Retalhos perdidos no rasto da vida</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Poeiras negras espalhadas no caminho</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Tristezas e amarguras</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Pingadas da alma já sofrida</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Nódoas de negrume que tingem o linho</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Arrastadas em tantas agruras.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A ténue luz ...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Que ilumina o quarto em penumbra,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Mostra que a saudade morta então...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Não preenche<br />Os espaços vazios do coração.</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Chinha</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-5309358829083638366?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-60059344812548615572009-11-09T11:05:00.000-08:002009-11-09T03:48:29.862-08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><span><span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/Svf_ZSlBquI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/gTgknCEovBM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 172px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/Svf_ZSlBquI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/gTgknCEovBM/s200/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402067088003148514" border="0" /></a><br /></span></span></span></span><br />Sinto a noite a rasgar-me o corpo em desalento<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A escuridão envolta em solidão</div><div style="text-align: center;">Abarco o sonho que não vivi</div><div style="text-align: center;">Esqueço o minuto que perdi por ti<br />Num talvez opaco momento.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">As pedras da rua testemunham um sorrir</div><div style="text-align: center;">Na esperança da liberdade</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pois aproxima-se a realidade</div><div style="text-align: center;">De olhar ao fundo e em profunda paz...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Então finalmente partir.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Chinha</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-6005934481254861557?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-62275115471129733602009-10-30T01:23:00.000-07:002009-10-29T18:11:48.017-07:00<div> </div><br /><div> </div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398193027417320882" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 149px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/Suo79SQzLbI/AAAAAAAAA3I/kxCSfwzZFLo/s200/225855_my_lovely_wife.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Partiste antes de chegar</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Não sorriste nem trazias luz</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Foste embora num dia por inventar</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Num trilho escuro a que nada conduz.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Ao fundo olho-te em opacidade</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Nunca conheceste o brilho</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Nunca deste, pois nada tens</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Perdeste a rota esqueceste o trilho</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Nem sequer vislumbro...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Um ténue rasto de saudade</span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Chinha</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-6227511547112973360?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-72761007530128701152009-10-20T12:02:00.000-07:002009-10-20T04:11:49.935-07:00<div><br /><br /><div> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/St2Z6PFVBII/AAAAAAAAA3A/-Bqst11zDtQ/s1600-h/deitada2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/St2Z6PFVBII/AAAAAAAAA3A/-Bqst11zDtQ/s200/deitada2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394637154420065410" border="0" /></a><div> </div></div><br /><div> </div><br /><div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Julguei afagar a felicidade</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Quando teu olhar abracei em solidão</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Não eram senão laivos de saudade</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">De rosa tombada e não beijada</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">De pingos resguardados no coração. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Uma lágrima cai<br />Um sentimento se esvai<br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Nesse olhar distante</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Esqueceu o rumo por um instante</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Procura a vida sem emoção</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Pois sabe que afinal...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Foi tudo uma ilusão.</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Chinha</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-7276100753012870115?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-32092818484777121872009-10-08T06:57:00.000-07:002009-10-08T07:34:15.536-07:00<div> </div><br /><br /><div> </div><br /><div> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390231673416987298" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 158px; height: 200px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/Ss3zJfcUMqI/AAAAAAAAA2o/DGHmyp6mZjc/s200/pegadas.jpg" border="0" /><div> </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Pegadas dolorosas em caminho perdido</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Pés desnudos na vida esquecida</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O passado escorre em negritude<br />Momentos que perderam a plenitude.<br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Resta o olhar cansado de choro sofrido,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Onde a lágrima tombada</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sulca a face...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Já demasiado cansada</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Chinha</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-3209281848477712187?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-51460525178438274582009-09-28T03:16:00.000-07:002009-09-28T03:32:07.812-07:00<div> </div><br /><br /><div> </div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386463064852562754" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 150px; height: 200px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SsCPnmhMg0I/AAAAAAAAA2g/q8FyZrl4dKM/s200/mmfalls.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div> </div><br /><div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Quando o dia acabar</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Ofereço-te o luar</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Porque ele é luz que jorra amor</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Ilumina a alma em seu esplendor</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Quando o dia acabar</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Parto abraçada à bruma</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Levo-te comigo</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Envolto em bordados de espuma</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">E vamos então juntos sonhar...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Quando o dia acabar.</span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Chinha</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-5146052517843827458?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-25619024138504375222009-09-14T12:23:00.000-07:002009-09-27T19:17:58.361-07:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386336661981032946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SsAcp_IK8fI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/Rz464-7ygFE/s200/sentirei_saudade.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />O sonho ofereceu-me um beijo<br />Vinha envolto em flor de desejo<br />Pingou em meus lábios em lágrima doce<br />Onde escorria terno um laivo de amor,<br />Que implorava à vida um toque que fosse<br />Num gesto de longo torpor<br />Para me sentir num momento perdida,<br />Na procura de terno alento<br />No encontro de mim<br />E numa entrega sem paralelo<br />Viver o momento<br />E fazer de ti ...<br />O meu eterno e envolvente elo.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Chinha</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-2561902413850437522?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-45738196190096731392009-09-02T03:54:00.000-07:002009-09-02T07:44:51.356-07:00<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/Sm7dU7GAB_I/AAAAAAAAA1g/r2lyS-jOw7s/s1600-h/1201171801_f.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/Sm7c209XqaI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/VlhKbO1leK4/s1600-h/VELA.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363467040731933090" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 127px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/Sm7c209XqaI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/VlhKbO1leK4/s200/VELA.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sinto a solidão da noite, abraçar a madrugada</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Num acordar lento prologa-se dia fora</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A vontade de uma partida desejada</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Ontem... Hoje... E agora.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Um sonho que esmoreceu</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Uma luz que nunca viveu</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Uma chama que nunca crepitou</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Pois mesmo sem vento, declinou.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">No longo silêncio caminho sem rumo certo</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Pés desnudos em pegadas desaparecidas</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Procuro o desabrochar da bela flor</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Mesmo que as pétalas sejam esmaecidas</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Pois afinal a vida pela vida</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Precisa ser envolta em volúpias de amor.</span></strong><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Chinha</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-4573819619009673139?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-9104900915409995582009-08-17T01:27:00.000-07:002009-08-16T15:17:12.263-07:00<div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370688487834766050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SoiEuXyryuI/AAAAAAAAA14/9vvrAmCZ84Y/s200/night011.bmp" border="0" /></p><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="font-size:130%;">Escreve-me versos de amor<br />Manda-mos na rosa por ti beijada<br />Deixa que o vento me toque em seu fulgor<br />Faz-me esquecer aquela lágrima chorada.<br />No segredo da noite escura<br />Recita-me a dor do amor<br />A beleza do amar ,<br />E numa simples candura<br />O trilho das estrelas citinlantes<br />No brilho lindo de um navegar<br />No sonho que o coração quer sonhar.<br />Leva esse meu sonho flutuante<br />Fecha-o em ti docemente<br />E na noite do brilho amante<br />Afaga-me o rosto...<br />E embala-me em ti ternamente.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Chinha</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-910490091540999558?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-28143938135542530382009-08-03T03:53:00.000-07:002009-08-04T14:14:37.919-07:00<p> </p><p><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365697828553834882" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 181px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SnbJvxMJQYI/AAAAAAAAA1o/N1koWLCuK40/s200/1218940803.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Seduz-me...</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O teu braço num abraço</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O teu toque num escorrer lento</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Os teus lábios junto aos meus num desejo</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Seduz-me...</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Transporta-me ao teu momento</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Constrói nossa música num solfejo</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">De notas melodiosas</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Com odores de pálidas rosas.</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Seduz-me...</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Faz de ti meu caminho para a lua</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">De perfumes raros e misteriosos</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Prende-me ao teu olhar e faz-me tua</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Em sonhos belos e harmoniosos.</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Seduz-me...</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Chinha</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-2814393813554253038?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-29708635029321920442009-07-23T03:46:00.000-07:002009-07-22T18:18:47.318-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/Sme5hopmltI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/T8cGzhHvNFg/s1600-h/sonho.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/Sme5hopmltI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/T8cGzhHvNFg/s200/sonho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361457868906600146" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fecho os olhos e oiço a balada </span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">O passado escorre o momento<br />Passa em filme em toque lento<br />O amor perdeu-se no viver<br />A luz pede o renascer.<br />Penso em ti...<br />Dás o que talvez pedi<br />Mas a alma está morta e encarcerada<br />Quer viver<br />Mas não sabe onde encontrar<br />A longa caminhada.</span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Chinha</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-2970863502932192044?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-49362300447994833052009-07-14T16:12:00.000-07:002009-07-14T07:35:44.180-07:00<div><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SlyWXiuTnCI/AAAAAAAAA1A/dLxtntbHznY/s1600-h/untitled+6.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358322987866233890" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 156px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SlyWXiuTnCI/AAAAAAAAA1A/dLxtntbHznY/s200/untitled+6.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Olha-me nos olhos do teu sonhar<br />Confunde o teu com o meu olhar<br />Toca-me em ternura<br />E leva-me a momentos de loucura.<br />Procuro o sonho da vida perdida<br />O rasgar do brilho<br />Escrito na paleta colorida<br />Em que me abarques para o teu trilho<br />E na união do coração<br />Sinta em mim...<br />O doce afago da tua mão. </span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Chinha</span><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-4936230044799483305?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-18359743066657990372009-07-06T11:15:00.000-07:002009-07-06T03:20:12.510-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SlHOh9K4rZI/AAAAAAAAA04/eZC4ezMmqQ0/s1600-h/000140.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355288514671455634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SlHOh9K4rZI/AAAAAAAAA04/eZC4ezMmqQ0/s200/000140.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="font-size:130%;">O breu</span></span> <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" >da noite é envolvente</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="font-size:130%;">A melodia em fundo banha a mente<br />No corpo escorre uma gota de amor<br />Que procura o rumo enublado<br />Quer ter um momento de esplendor<br />Ou mergulhar num sonho sonhado.<br />A luz ténue da madrugada<br />Implora brilho<br />Procura triste um só trilho.<br />Cerro os olhos<br />Na busca da tua imagem<br />Num cálido e fugaz sorriso<br />Sei finalmente que habitas<br />Muito aquém de uma miragem<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Chinha<br /></span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span><br /><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-1835974306665799037?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-52119382358712163262009-06-28T10:13:00.000-07:002009-06-28T10:33:21.335-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SkeoTiWqWAI/AAAAAAAAA0w/wa9Hdkjnj9M/s1600-h/Bitmap-21.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SkeoTiWqWAI/AAAAAAAAA0w/wa9Hdkjnj9M/s200/Bitmap-21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352431735745959938" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">A chuva em forte caír<br />Banha a tarde adormecida<br />Espreita a vidraça,<br />Lança-me um desafiante sorrir!<br />Levanto-me lânguidamente<br />Estendo-lhe a mão lentamente<br />Ela num avanço rápido sem hesitar<br />Beija-me os braços nús<br />No jardim sem discrimar, toda cada flor<br />Parece espalhar laivos de amar<br />Ou me transmitir<br />Que o toque envolto num sentir<br />Guarda sonhando<br />A mais bela palavra de amor.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Chinha</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><br /><br /><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-5211938235871216326?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-21392984830170311312009-06-16T19:26:00.000-07:002009-06-17T11:27:52.494-07:00<div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/Sjk0tK0BPGI/AAAAAAAAA0o/zFs9RU03tuI/s1600-h/332152.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/Sjk0tK0BPGI/AAAAAAAAA0o/zFs9RU03tuI/s200/332152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348363983080471650" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div> <div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Como sempre....</span></strong><br /></div> <div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A madrugada é companheira</span></strong>,<br /></div> <div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A espera do dia desinteressante,</span></strong></div> <div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sem ter rumo como um caminhante</span></strong><br /></div> <div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Amortecida sem te ter à minha beira</span></strong> .<br /></div> <div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Mas o corpo hoje não pede a morte</span></strong><br /></div> <div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Está entregue à sua sorte</span></strong><br /></div> <div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Pede para não morrer</span></strong><br /></div> <div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Para te possuir e por ti viver</span></strong> .<br /></div> <div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Anseia prazer na noite bela</span></strong><br /></div> <div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Esconder-se em ti</span></strong><br /></div> <div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Numa ténue luz de vela.</span></strong><br /></div> <div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Quer sentir o teu desejo</span></strong><br /></div> <div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Quer pedir o teu calor</span></strong><br /></div> <div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Tem vontade de perguntar...</span></strong><br /></div> <div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Será que isto é amor?<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Chinha</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></strong></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-2139298483017031131?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-19407420943770270772009-06-11T16:08:00.000-07:002009-06-11T08:12:03.299-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SjEeJKTB_zI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/MLRqCd4WdGM/s1600-h/1128534692.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SjEeJKTB_zI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/MLRqCd4WdGM/s200/1128534692.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346087375397322546" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Quando a noite oferece a solidão</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Recebo o silêncio desejado</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Que é docemente quebrado</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Pelo som de fundo de uma melodia</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Em que a alma a tua pedia,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Num momento do teu momento,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Em que olhos brilhantes</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Nos teus procuraram alimento,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Para em notas então sonantes</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Envolverem o âmago em sedução</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">E num ténue sorriso</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Conquistar um segundo de emoção.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center">Chinha</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-1940742094377027077?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-42741553893633707242009-05-31T03:05:00.000-07:002009-05-30T17:31:09.399-07:00<div><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SiHMviKel_I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/qaHhtG5Bopg/s1600-h/vento01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341775750034790386" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 196px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SiHMviKel_I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/qaHhtG5Bopg/s200/vento01.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sabe a ti </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O doce amargo da rosa desfolhada</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Da pétala envelhecida e já tombada</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Mostrando o sorriso que não sorri</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A partida em dia invernoso</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Num toldar lento e chuvoso</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Onde a saudade tomba inerte</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Adormecida e esvaída</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Pois parou de ver-te</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Porque fechou a porta</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Encerrando o brilho da saída</span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Chinha</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-4274155389363370724?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-23751879188356516622009-05-22T14:49:00.000-07:002009-05-22T07:07:27.652-07:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236769865139306114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SKy-cl4ZPoI/AAAAAAAAAcY/9PLmvn-RnDU/s200/Mulher%2520a%2520dormir_1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Não quero acordar desta letargia</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Para não me lembrar que te conheci</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Para poder apagar aquele dia</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Em que em teu olhar,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Slimplesmente me perdi.</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Não sei se a partida é dolorosa</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Se o adeus mudo é reconfortante</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Se fiquei perdida em estrada pedregos</span></strong><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="font-size:130%;">a</span></span><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Ou se apaguei de vez este amor errante.</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Olho ao fundo a imensidão da noite</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Não há brilho ou luz que se afoite</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sinto a lágrima a queimar o olhar</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Fecho os olhos e parto melancólica</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Para o mundo onde me é permitido...</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Tristemente sonhar.</span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Chinha</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-2375187918835651662?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-11902713268213420702009-05-13T01:59:00.000-07:002009-05-12T17:48:26.934-07:00<div><br /><br /><dl id="comments-block"><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334924755204616114" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 134px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/Sgl1zJlor7I/AAAAAAAAA0I/m8BWBCjvZ60/s200/1978460.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><dd><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Ternura semeada em momento de encanto<br />Quando o voo pega a alma e a leva voando<br />Porque no instante do viver<br />Em que se apagou o laivo de sofrer<br />Existe sempre o elo eterno<br />Pintado na paleta da cor<br />Em que brilha a tinta em seu esplendor<br />Porque o que o coração oferece<br />É sempre</span></div></dd><dd><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">O que a alma tanto merece<br /></span></div></dd><dd><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div></dd><dd><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Chinha</span><br /></span></div><br /><br /><p><br /></p></dd></dl></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-1190271326821342070?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-41536996935185844172009-05-04T03:50:00.000-07:002009-05-03T19:04:54.657-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/Sf5Lcf2BTDI/AAAAAAAAAz4/nSr50Gs7vt4/s1600-h/mulher-33.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/Sf5Lcf2BTDI/AAAAAAAAAz4/nSr50Gs7vt4/s200/mulher-33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331781961809742898" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Pingos da alma no tempo perdido<br />Sonhos que morrem por não viver<br />Laivos de amor espetando o âmago ferido<br />Sentimento de tristeza de um perder.<br />Na profunda escuridão,<br />Titubeante seguro tua mão<br />E num doce fechar de um olhar<br />Sinto que afinal...<br />Choro com lágrimas do coração.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Chinha</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-4153699693518584417?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-37123701763970933002009-04-23T03:25:00.000-07:002009-04-23T07:04:51.948-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SfBwEvNtjgI/AAAAAAAAAzw/yXqltdf1AFw/s1600-h/x1pgliP38XxBL0OJ1bZ3ZVuDOlRcPs7pkJIO4iZQHPdyFLZW4Fu1daorf_4WhE-c1rWxSHuqBKjgiTwwZl70g12Tvaven80ykePOnWh5vaLmScsl0yuZU8NH8v44ilKyzXyWyHbarfZ4nap74vXbK1lk.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SfBwEvNtjgI/AAAAAAAAAzw/yXqltdf1AFw/s200/x1pgliP38XxBL0OJ1bZ3ZVuDOlRcPs7pkJIO4iZQHPdyFLZW4Fu1daorf_4WhE-c1rWxSHuqBKjgiTwwZl70g12Tvaven80ykePOnWh5vaLmScsl0yuZU8NH8v44ilKyzXyWyHbarfZ4nap74vXbK1lk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327881585875062274" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Procuro a calidez do teu olhar</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Num escorrer triste e distante</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Na imaginação,<br /> Há uma estrela a brilhar</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Onde pingam laivos de sonhar</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Em rumo turtuoso e errante.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Peço ao céu o teu momento</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Para o juntar ao meu viver</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Arranco o espinho que rasgou o doer</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">E abarco de ti p</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">ara guardar em mim</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Um talvez passageiro,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Mas doce sorriso que acalento<br /></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><br /><div align="center">Chinha</div><br /><div align="center"> </div><br /><div align="center"> </div><br /><div align="center"> </div><br /><div align="center"> </div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-3712370176397093300?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-28958290820177298432009-04-14T10:51:00.000-07:002009-04-14T02:32:36.584-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SeRWnbWz9RI/AAAAAAAAAyI/3K022y-8D7Q/s1600-h/mulheradormir.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SeRWnbWz9RI/AAAAAAAAAyI/3K022y-8D7Q/s200/mulheradormir.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324475894817092882" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Quando acordo sem ver o sol brilhar<br />Sei que o silêncio meu corpo vai tocar<br />Que o olhar se perde no não dia<br />Que a noite perdura na escuridão,<br />Que a alma desconhece se a vida sorria<br />E o sentir vai morrendo sem sofreguidão.<br />Adormecer em profunda letargia<br />Num sono amortecido sem voo lento<br />Pois o caminho é longo e poeirento<br />E os pés pisam essa poeira<br />Ignorando o que o âmago pedia.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Chinha<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-2895829082017729843?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-52707006153525707502009-04-07T10:40:00.000-07:002009-04-07T02:44:38.187-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SdnqWEgLptI/AAAAAAAAAyA/r-CsFv8AsmE/s1600-h/pascoa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SdnqWEgLptI/AAAAAAAAAyA/r-CsFv8AsmE/s200/pascoa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321542099601696466" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Neste tempo de Ressurreição<br />Fechemos os olhos na espera da paz<br />Que todos possamos num gesto fraterno<br />Espalhar amor, oferecer nosso calor<br />E em união possamos<br />Oferecer nossa mão.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">A TODOS UMA FELIZ PÁSCOA</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Chinha</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br /></span></span><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-5270700615352570750?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-91567583395747019382009-04-01T11:08:00.000-07:002009-04-01T03:38:06.540-07:00<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317834864928637474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/Scy-onJCQiI/AAAAAAAAAx4/W50pR6MVskw/s200/belo.bmp" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Espero na enormidade do tempo</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Que ele me afague a tombada alma</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Como se tua mão em toque de magia</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Me escorresse um só momento de calma,<br />Numa noite em que meu âmago te pedia.<br />Vejo...<br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O passar de um sonho mergulhado no escuro</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Qual amor sem passado mas sim...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Uma volúpia do futuro.</span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Chinha</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-9156758339574701938?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-62724168462520976332009-03-24T17:45:00.000-07:002009-03-24T11:26:52.745-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SckllHAlPGI/AAAAAAAAAxw/9CCHZznoRXw/s1600-h/water.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SckllHAlPGI/AAAAAAAAAxw/9CCHZznoRXw/s200/water.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316822154554457186" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Olho a escuridão sob a luz da lua<br />Fecho os olhos para adormecer a alma<br />Lá fora o silêncio beija a deserta rua<br />Apenas uma sombra traça a noite plena em calma<br />Oiço o som da minha respiração<br />Ou será apenas uma batida do coração?<br />Nada interessa<br />Os pés descalços repousam no chão gelado<br />No céu tomba um estrela cadente<br />Sem pressa<br />Como que a apelar que lhe estenda a mão<br />Lhe entregue o coração<br />E lhe confesse que um dia...<br />Também tive um sonho sonhado.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Chinha<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><br /><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-6272416846252097633?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-721190964999995412009-03-16T13:33:00.000-07:002009-03-16T07:27:17.931-07:00<div> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/Sb5hpjt5YuI/AAAAAAAAAxo/2x-umysrBkM/s1600-h/Solidao1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 161px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/Sb5hpjt5YuI/AAAAAAAAAxo/2x-umysrBkM/s200/Solidao1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313791976934040290" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Fechei os olhos na procura de ti<br />A lágrima chamava tua aparição </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Mas o sonho em pleno esplendor</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Vive perdido nesta solidão,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Pois a tela que pintou não tem cor.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Na paleta escorrem tintas coloridas</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Do pincel sai o esboço duma imagem</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Mas as tintas deixam de estar tingidas</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Pois afinal a vida...</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Não passa de uma miragem</span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Chinha</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-72119096499999541?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-77634878565108531892009-03-10T02:40:00.000-07:002009-03-09T19:54:11.638-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SZL235yarmI/AAAAAAAAAww/tIxQ1fix3xI/s1600-h/minha_saudade_es_tu.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 193px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SZL235yarmI/AAAAAAAAAww/tIxQ1fix3xI/s200/minha_saudade_es_tu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301571151634017890" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></div> <div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong> Apareceste só, envolto numa procura</strong></span></div> <div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong> Numa tarde de chuva pingada<br />Que me encharcava a alma em tristeza<br />E toldava o olhar numa lágrima tombada.<br /></strong></span></div> <div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong> Espalhaste laivos de terna beleza</strong></span></div> <div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Num trocar de palavras sentidas</strong></span></div> <div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Ou de lágrimas talvez esquecidas</strong></span></div> <div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Trazendo brilho à noite escura.</strong></span></div> <div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong> </strong><strong> Estendeste lentamente a mão</strong></span></div> <div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Soltando palavras de simpatia</strong></span></div> <div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Como se abrisses um pouco o coração</strong></span></div> <div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Ou tentasses adivinhar...</strong></span></div> <div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>O que a minha alma pedia.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" >Chinha</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></strong></span></div> <div align="center"><strong></strong><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-7763487856510853189?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-54192600058472173712009-03-02T14:19:00.000-08:002009-03-02T06:07:32.391-08:00<div></div><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306757288395119714" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 165px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SaVjoywBnGI/AAAAAAAAAxA/yiwLppWoLmY/s200/01-thumb.jpg" border="0" /></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Deito-me na companhia da solidão</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">No cerrar dos olhos paira o olhar</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Emudece a alma no estender da mão</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O silêncio murmura palavras de amar.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">No escorrer da noite escura</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sonho a medo o teu tocar</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Arrisco um ténue pensamento</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">E deixo o sonho voar<br />Timidamente entrego-me ao momento<br />E no tombar da lágrima perdida<br />Sinto o prazer dum verso de amor<br />Que se aninha em busca de calor<br />Na alma que flutua...<br />Numa distante estrela perdida.<br /></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Chinha</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-5419260005847217371?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-77788933878087857672009-02-20T10:21:00.000-08:002009-03-02T04:54:39.105-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SZLJV5X3BLI/AAAAAAAAAwg/YESDEtoxoqc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301521089383826610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SZLJV5X3BLI/AAAAAAAAAwg/YESDEtoxoqc/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><strong>Quando a vida junta as emoções<br />Há um encontro de corações.<br />Quando o sentir se encosta ao viver<br />Acontece o amanhecer.<br />Quando juntos unimos o caminhar<br />Encontra-se o partilhar.<br />Quando se tocam corpos em desejo<br />Encontra-se enfim...<br />O comungar de um eterno beijo.</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Chinha</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-7778893387808785767?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-39355454134016288102009-02-08T02:52:00.000-08:002009-02-07T18:19:48.582-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SY4_oANldQI/AAAAAAAAAwY/BmN4BSuVyfU/s1600-h/toca-me.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 157px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SY4_oANldQI/AAAAAAAAAwY/BmN4BSuVyfU/s200/toca-me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300243767945950466" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Envolve-me a solidão da noite escura</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Chora-me a alma na existência da vida</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Espraio um terno sentir na tua procura</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Cerro os olhos numa vontade esquecida.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Tua imagem mistura-se com uma miragem</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Num deserto árido de oásis refrescante</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Estendo a mão à tua passagem</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Na esperança de ao tocar-te</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Refrescar o corpo</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Numa louca paixão amante.</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Chinha</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-3935545413401628810?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-67672810060515870172009-01-30T03:11:00.000-08:002009-01-30T06:46:04.208-08:00<div><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SX8veWXgWFI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/I-rPTIlmA34/s1600-h/y1pMnjQl0JS_L_xu_d-S-f0TJViOVyPUhn_yZ1gNfihCHOIXaH9_zxVXDNN9FwhcoZZ.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296003885257742418" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 192px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SX8veWXgWFI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/I-rPTIlmA34/s200/y1pMnjQl0JS_L_xu_d-S-f0TJViOVyPUhn_yZ1gNfihCHOIXaH9_zxVXDNN9FwhcoZZ.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Quando o dia abre a porta ao astro rei,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Na luz matinal<br />Vislumbro teu sorriso insinuante</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Desenho-te em mim nesse instante</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Penso se te vejo ou se te sonhei</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Numa tarde de sol posto</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Em que talvez procurei </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Gravar em mim </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O triste olhar que brilha em teu rosto.<br /><br /></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><br /><div align="center">Chinha</div><br /><div align="center"> </div><br /><div align="center"> </div><br /><div align="center"> </div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-6767281006051587017?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-63899368352283701512009-01-22T03:47:00.000-08:002009-01-21T18:58:39.344-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><br /><br /><br /></strong></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SXffFgt-aoI/AAAAAAAAAuk/LYe-jNCSR54/s1600-h/observando.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SXffFgt-aoI/AAAAAAAAAuk/LYe-jNCSR54/s200/observando.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293945172772416130" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><br /><br />Cabeça encostada à vidraça gelada </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>A neve tomba envolta em sua alvura</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong> Um ténue sorriso em minha alma pingada</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong> Deixa escapar a medo uma gota de ternura.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Caminha para ti em inexplicável atracção </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Talvez procure guarida</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong> Queira saber se afinal existe vida </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>E se tu estendes a mão<br />E a alojas num gesto de doçura<br />Encostada ao teu coração.<br /></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Chinha</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-6389936835228370151?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-58783660760746875622009-01-14T13:33:00.000-08:002009-01-14T06:04:28.968-08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><div style="text-align: center;" align="center"><br /><br /></div></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SWVbbvw231I/AAAAAAAAAuU/Li--jY21VE4/s1600-h/casal-com-rosa-na-mao.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288733869652500306" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 134px; cursor: pointer; height: 200px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SWVbbvw231I/AAAAAAAAAuU/Li--jY21VE4/s200/casal-com-rosa-na-mao.jpg" border="0" /> </a><p align="center"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Estendi a mão para ti<br />Nela poisaste a rosa colhida<br />Em troca singela rogaste guarida<br />Ofertando timido um laivo de ternura,<br />Num fugaz pestanejar de alguma candura.<br />Um simples sorriso encheu teu coração<br />Num olhar entregaste emoção<br />Numa palavra traduziste sentir<br />Num gesto lindo<br />Pediste para não partir.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Chinha<br /></span></span></span></p><p align="center"><br /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-5878366076074687562?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-34311190455907952372009-01-05T02:37:00.000-08:002009-01-04T18:41:06.216-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/STagOxf_3nI/AAAAAAAAAsM/PR18K7HmlII/s1600-h/untitled.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275580189177273970" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 152px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/STagOxf_3nI/AAAAAAAAAsM/PR18K7HmlII/s200/untitled.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Deixo voar a imaginação</span></span></span><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">As asas do sonho jura</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">m-me liberdade<br />Num apagar desta ansiedade<br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">De poder soltar a solidão.<br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Toco tua pele em ternura</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Num sorriso envergonhado</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Ofereço-te um laivo de ternura</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Construo um poema rimado.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sinto a união de corpos escaldantes</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Em viveres loucos...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Em noites amantes.<br /><br /></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Chinha</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"> </div><br /><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-3431119045590795237?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-15937051932054884892008-12-27T17:34:00.000-08:002008-12-27T09:39:40.241-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br /><br />UM BOM</span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"> 2oo9</span></span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SUZygflT_4I/AAAAAAAAAtU/602ZN6hc0hQ/s1600-h/reveillon2005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SUZygflT_4I/AAAAAAAAAtU/602ZN6hc0hQ/s200/reveillon2005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280033515697864578" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;">COM SAÚDE E AMOR</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);">A TODOS VÓS ERGO A MINHA TAÇA</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);">AO</span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"> ROMPER DO NOVO</span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"> ANO<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SUZ6slQiClI/AAAAAAAAAtk/6RVOFA7baMY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SUZ6slQiClI/AAAAAAAAAtk/6RVOFA7baMY/s200/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280042519472769618" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Chinha<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-1593705193205488489?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-84473410881176529802008-12-18T02:10:00.000-08:002008-12-17T18:19:55.232-08:00<strong></strong><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">BOM NATAL</span><br /><br /></span></span></div><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SUmwyHCn99I/AAAAAAAAAts/yPzrzDbiCK4/s1600-h/07-mensagens_de_natal_F.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SUmwyHCn99I/AAAAAAAAAts/yPzrzDbiCK4/s320/07-mensagens_de_natal_F.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280946412998621138" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O branco da neve </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Contrasta com o infinito azulado</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Os sinos anunciam uma chegada para breve</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Os trenós rasgam os céus </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Em cântico de melodia por harpas tocado.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">É hora da amizade e fraternidade</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Para que todos juntos </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Celebrem este momento especial</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">E vivam em alegria mais este Natal</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">BOAS FESTAS</span><br /></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Chinha</span></span><br /></div><br /><div><strong></strong><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-8447341088117652980?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-51082766392484727682008-12-09T11:40:00.000-08:002008-12-09T03:29:08.108-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/STsjDHcs-HI/AAAAAAAAAs8/ptoUbCKbRss/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/STsjDHcs-HI/AAAAAAAAAs8/ptoUbCKbRss/s200/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276849924840683634" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A música levou-me a pensar em ti</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Não te leio o pensamento</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sei que vives tocando as letras escritas</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Que pegas nelas e as atiras ao vento </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Na brincadeira do momento.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Voas num voo de sonho sonhado</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Ou então apertas na alma</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Um sentir secreto</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> No coração encerrado.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A sorrir guardo-te bem fundo</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Pois sempre num doce brincar</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Entraste no viver...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Deste meu fechado mundo.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Chinha</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> Mais uma vez obrigada pelo mote TC<br /></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-5108276639248472768?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-51862992367006362022008-12-01T05:03:00.000-08:002008-12-01T08:22:07.526-08:00<div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273706029333951906" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 200px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SS_3sUBJNaI/AAAAAAAAAsE/qmhZZkR_6XE/s200/flor.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A ti que julguei seres diferente</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Entrego a minha decepção</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Não és afinal um ser de eleição</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Apenas um sombra em minha mente.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sigo na minha luz</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Não te ofertei o coração</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Pois ele e o brilho que me conduz</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Vivem fechados na minha mão</span></strong></div><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></strong></div><div align="center">Chinha<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-5186299236700636202?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-74521382971851968252008-11-26T02:25:00.000-08:002008-11-25T18:00:10.958-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SSytabSuRNI/AAAAAAAAAr8/dH-VC4gC_u8/s1600-h/sombra+de+beijo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SSytabSuRNI/AAAAAAAAAr8/dH-VC4gC_u8/s200/sombra+de+beijo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272779933258499282" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Beijei a chuva quando te sonhei</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Esqueci a vida quando te abracei</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Beijei a pétala caída...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Quase louca</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Pensei em dar-lhe vida!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Uma vida já esbatida</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Mas ao tocar-lhe, senti...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Que beijava a tua boca.</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Chinha<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-7452138297185196825?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-60188056244796219952008-11-19T16:31:00.000-08:002008-11-19T08:40:29.347-08:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SSBYfqyI5OI/AAAAAAAAAr0/sfBLvGfe63g/s1600-h/noitesmagicas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269308865107256546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SSBYfqyI5OI/AAAAAAAAAr0/sfBLvGfe63g/s200/noitesmagicas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Não sei se és a sombra no infinito perdida</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Se te quero neste desejo de te afagar</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Ou se sonho em ti a loucura do amar</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Na procura de um só momento de vida.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Um encontrar da cumplicidade</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Um partilhar, um toque de felicidade</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Um sorrir no momento de tristeza</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Uma palavra escrita com singeleza.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Não interessa, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Não há uma promessa.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Estás aí em permanência</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Mão estendida num sorriso</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Num abarcar de minuto perdido</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Que levas a ti num instante ...<br />Talvez de envolvência.</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Chinha</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-6018805624479621995?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-23649585713920281282008-11-13T11:00:00.000-08:002008-11-13T04:23:28.654-08:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266222823388750770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SRVhwZgkI7I/AAAAAAAAArs/z1AUi_J4ARY/s200/2uf6ngybg9.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Hoje queria-te abraçar</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sentir o teu corpo colado ao meu</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Tua caricia encostada ao meu amar</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Num abarcar dum sonho teu.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Partir contigo para a terra da loucura</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Onde misturo a minha com a tua ternura</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Em caminhos de perdida emoção</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sentir no meu corpo</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O doce percorrer da tua mão.</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Chinha</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-2364958571392028128?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-71107883501578138332008-11-06T11:50:00.000-08:002008-11-06T02:55:48.213-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SRLLSHT1OAI/AAAAAAAAArk/l21zy4-ly38/s1600-h/emmimvoce.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 121px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SRLLSHT1OAI/AAAAAAAAArk/l21zy4-ly38/s200/emmimvoce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265494426409842690" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sinto o teu toque em suavidade</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Ao romper do dia </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">E ao morrer a claridade.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Vejo-te belo,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Num sorrir abarcante</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Num segredo de amor amante.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Em tua voz envolvente</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Esqueço o momento perdido</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sentes o que meu coração sente</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">E sabes...<br />Que caminhas sempre comigo.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Chinha<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-7110788350157813833?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-80134653192205045532008-11-02T11:00:00.000-08:002008-11-02T03:02:33.629-08:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SQ2GqBihHgI/AAAAAAAAArc/sUh5raawvu4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264011595991817730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SQ2GqBihHgI/AAAAAAAAArc/sUh5raawvu4/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><br /><br />Hoje sinto a solidão a pingar<br />O sol da manhã,<br />Gela-me a alma em tristeza<br />Esqueci já a palavra chorar<br />E aqueles dias de alguma beleza.<br />O chão coberto de folhas de outono<br />Mostram a nostalgia da dor<br />Voam lentas ao abandono<br />Pois tal como eu duvidam<br />Se existe a palavra amor.<br /><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="font-size:100%;">Chinha<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-8013465319220504553?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-53584568669303814372008-10-29T01:36:00.000-07:002008-10-28T18:03:31.673-07:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SQZxcIBMlOI/AAAAAAAAArM/ZesTTXGnH6s/s1600-h/abraçados91.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262017942631781602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SQZxcIBMlOI/AAAAAAAAArM/ZesTTXGnH6s/s200/abra%25C3%25A7ados91.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="font-size:130%;">A noite já procura a madrugada<br />É a hora da confissão<br />De te olhar e tocar teu coração<br />No teu belo sorriso a ti me entregar<br />No teu abraçar meu corpo enlaçar<br />Gritar ao mundo que parti<br />Pois afinal estive sempre...<br />Nesta procura de ti<br /><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="font-size:100%;">Chinha<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><br /></span></span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-5358456866930381437?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-14900202276263884892008-10-24T17:52:00.000-07:002008-10-24T08:20:27.861-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SO1n3133MJI/AAAAAAAAAqU/tcpeS6Y6naU/s1600-h/amor.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254970549263085714" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SO1n3133MJI/AAAAAAAAAqU/tcpeS6Y6naU/s200/amor.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Uma demência de envolvência</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Uma loucura de ternura</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Um caminhar , um sussurrar</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Uma voz, um olhar,um sonhar</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Um querer de não querer</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Um olhar-te para te tocar</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Um sentir escondido</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Uma entrega de amor sentido</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Uma procura de algo que perdi</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Para agora te olhar e entregar</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Este sentir ...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Guardado para ti.</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>Chinha</strong><br /><br /><br /><strong></strong><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-1490020227626388489?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-40471888425749507052008-10-15T18:14:00.000-07:002008-10-28T18:17:21.281-07:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SPxeblYjVAI/AAAAAAAAAq0/pXF7jWmvI7c/s1600-h/y1pbgDWJ0ZD_U0asM18p6YocL_TH7X8uLujYV-DSd40wI0syyHt3UAZ8EsBeoV4Pmmq.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259182292846466050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SPxeblYjVAI/AAAAAAAAAq0/pXF7jWmvI7c/s200/y1pbgDWJ0ZD_U0asM18p6YocL_TH7X8uLujYV-DSd40wI0syyHt3UAZ8EsBeoV4Pmmq.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Todos temos algo escondido</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Que encerramos fechado no coração</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Num caminho que parecia perdido</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sem luz ,repleto de palidez</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">No gelo da vida na sua nudez</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">E onde a lágrima tomba na mão.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Olho-te...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sobre teus lábios coloco meu dedo</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Entrego-te a ternura que em mim renasce</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Deixo o sorriso tomar conta de minha face</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Pois afinal és e serás sempre...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O meu mais doce segredo.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Chinha</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-4047188842574950705?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-19619802510233705372008-10-12T02:10:00.000-07:002008-10-11T18:01:17.739-07:00<div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O Sonho</span></strong></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SPFLD9TvMbI/AAAAAAAAAqk/_-MRTzH0Y2c/s1600-h/casal%2520na%2520janela%2520ao%2520luar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SPFLD9TvMbI/AAAAAAAAAqk/_-MRTzH0Y2c/s200/casal%2520na%2520janela%2520ao%2520luar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256064771487117746" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Adormecida nesta letargia</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Longe da vida , da multidão</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Mergulhada na escuridão.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Neste sonho... </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sobre manto de luz corria.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Tua bela silhueta estendia-me uma flor</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Teu sorriso inebriante falava de amor</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Tua voz suava em doce convite</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Corri para ti , braços estendidos</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Perdi-me no teu enorme abraçar</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Senti que estávamos em ternura perdidos.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Abri os olhos...Acordei do sonho abarcante.<br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Na claridade do dia refrescante,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Tocou em mim nosso segredo de saudade</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sorrindo, levantei-me</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Pois serás então um sonho</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Ou és realidade?</span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>Chinha</strong></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-1961980251023370537?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-78804247759120820922008-10-06T01:00:00.000-07:002008-10-05T16:45:37.154-07:00<div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SOgD8X435TI/AAAAAAAAAp8/xQjH_8ZU2K8/s1600-h/y1pFlDM5tkLCTIUp9tQtyrRrsb4-eiqT55qwl943w0c-vKoEFX9V2U7tUqfsw7CWkMcfMAyN_yrVSc.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253453301067277618" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SOgD8X435TI/AAAAAAAAAp8/xQjH_8ZU2K8/s200/y1pFlDM5tkLCTIUp9tQtyrRrsb4-eiqT55qwl943w0c-vKoEFX9V2U7tUqfsw7CWkMcfMAyN_yrVSc.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Quando o luar banhar nossos corpos nus<br />Partimos na calada da noite escura<br />Confundo o teu com o meu sabor<br />Saberemos para onde a brisa nos conduz,<br />E sentiremos nossos laivos de ternura.<br />Pelo céu fora plantaremos amor<br />Colheremos flores de emoção<br />Que irão simbolizar....<br />A nossa união<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Chinha<br /><br /><br /></span></span><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-7880424775912082092?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-13088689218390373152008-09-29T02:00:00.000-07:002008-09-28T17:57:41.064-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SN7ZL-ma4SI/AAAAAAAAAp0/DVIXcA7LHk8/s1600-h/lobo2%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SN7ZL-ma4SI/AAAAAAAAAp0/DVIXcA7LHk8/s200/lobo2%255B1%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250873015366508834" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Há dias que não quero acordar</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Abrir os olhos e despertar...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Hoje, com a noite a romper</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O coração estremeceu e brilhou</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Afinal ele sabe renascer</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Pois encostou-se ao teu para viver</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">E a luz nele se espelhou.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Enviaste a tua calma, a tua luz</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Senti a tua mão na minha</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Abri a alma, fiz renascer a recordação</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Que a ti sempre me conduz.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Com as estrelas conjuguei o verbo amar</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">E num sereno e calmo sorriso</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Vi afinal...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Que valeu a pena acordar.</span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Chinha</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-1308868921839037315?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-70537310200803716622008-09-25T11:33:00.000-07:002008-09-25T03:37:00.872-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SNe00rlE1wI/AAAAAAAAAps/PPdgvAsz2IA/s1600-h/untitled.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SNe00rlE1wI/AAAAAAAAAps/PPdgvAsz2IA/s200/untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248862707868030722" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Os tentáculos da recordação são implacáveis<br />Levam o âmago, destroem a vivência<br />Esquecem momentos saudáveis<br />Para levar a alma a uma turbulência<br />De querer o que já é passado<br />Que foi selado e até lacrado.<br />Para esquecer um só momento de felicidade<br />Que ficou escondido<br />Nas garras dessa palavra...<br />Chamada saudade.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Chinha<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-7053731020080371662?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-29051682990520681082008-09-19T03:11:00.000-07:002008-09-19T06:32:35.143-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">PARA TI</span></span><br /><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SNN7jOFFvkI/AAAAAAAAApc/9RByZW_eSPY/s1600-h/33491.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SNN7jOFFvkI/AAAAAAAAApc/9RByZW_eSPY/s200/33491.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247673835821841986" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Se apareces aí para me olhar<br />Sinto o coração num soluçar<br />Se apareces aí para me ler<br />Sinto que escrevo sem amanhecer.<br />Tomba uma lágrima perdida<br />Misturada com uma gota de chuva<br />Numa data talvez esquecida<br />Num dia em que desapareceste.<br />É para ti...<br />Esta rosa que nunca me deste.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">chinha<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-2905168299052068108?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-20832730266780932022008-09-15T02:31:00.000-07:002008-09-15T03:06:36.981-07:00<strong></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SMvQtSHiKHI/AAAAAAAAApM/Fhz6WOLp-So/s1600-h/gothic.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245515667379202162" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SMvQtSHiKHI/AAAAAAAAApM/Fhz6WOLp-So/s200/gothic.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sento-me assim esquecida...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Porque a alma vaguente já perdeu guarida<br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Anseia sentir o teu querer ,mas apenas paira voando!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">É certo que não tem asas esvoaçantes</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Também esqueceu a arte de voar ou sonhar,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Ou viver de amores amantes</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Ou de conjugar o verbo amar.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O cansaço exige-me a vida</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Insiste em estender-me a mão<br />Abarca-me a solidão<br />Sacode-me a alma sofrida .<br />Mas mesmo assim tem pena,<br />E lembra-me o teu beijo...<br />Dado em longínqua tarde perdida<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Chinha</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-2083273026678093202?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-12771760133098425672008-09-09T01:00:00.000-07:002008-09-09T01:53:28.128-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SMMiYIYAj8I/AAAAAAAAApE/GIcL-QeTWrE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243072189149777858" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SMMiYIYAj8I/AAAAAAAAApE/GIcL-QeTWrE/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">" O sonho é o limite superior..."<br />A transparente ponte que conduz ao amor<br />O viver do não viver neste querer<br />O dar a vida até morrer.<br />Ler o que está escrito em letras de amar<br />No céu, na terra no mar<br />Na alma do infinito poder<br />Do beijo no meu sonhar<br />Ou da tua luz no meu viver.<br />Ofereço o rumo marcado em nós<br />Sem apagar momentos de beleza<br />Mas sim levá-los escritos em eterna leveza<br />Para os lermos quando finalmente...<br />Estivermos juntos e a sós.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Chinha<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Obrigada pelo mote, TC</span></span></span><br /><br /></span><br /><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-1277176013309842567?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-42156028290009285042008-09-05T00:01:00.000-07:002008-09-04T15:22:04.001-07:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SL_qSD9EbLI/AAAAAAAAAo8/mlOj-u44BcA/s1600-h/beijo3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242166087302540466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SL_qSD9EbLI/AAAAAAAAAo8/mlOj-u44BcA/s200/beijo3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Este dia especial clama pela união</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Do teu ser ao meu em comunhão</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Implora o viver, o esquecer morrer</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O entregar das almas para um no outro </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Conseguir, finalmente viver.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Um beijo diferente a esquecer o ausente</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A ternura em teus lábios de amor</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O juntar num só, o nosso calor</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O deixar tombado o beijo inacabado</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">De viver em ti......<br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Este amor, de amor sonhado</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Chinha<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-4215602829000928504?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-46294864146333110482008-08-30T03:24:00.000-07:002008-08-29T19:23:34.464-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SLis3uVXctI/AAAAAAAAAos/XuNhgbUfbjE/s1600-h/no_silencio_do_meu_olhar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SLis3uVXctI/AAAAAAAAAos/XuNhgbUfbjE/s200/no_silencio_do_meu_olhar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240128239776002770" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Tenho saudades de ti<br />Queiras ou não penso-te perdidamente<br />Não posso dizer que já morri<br />Pois ainda te sinto encostado a mim<br />Num afagar terno e docemente.<br />Recordações a ocupar a mente<br />A preencherem a vida errante<br />Que carece<br />De ti, do teu olhar<br />Que tem o condão de me fazer sonhar.<br />Vem...<br />Estende-me a mão, encosta-me a ti<br />Para eu sentir que me dás vida<br />E poderei credulamente...<br />Descansar em teu peito perdida<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Chinha</span><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-4629486414633311048?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-40035106002640060512008-08-27T01:40:00.000-07:002008-08-26T17:37:40.551-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SLSgy2GNWUI/AAAAAAAAAnM/0Qf_AP-Jx3Q/s1600-h/Solidao1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SLSgy2GNWUI/AAAAAAAAAnM/0Qf_AP-Jx3Q/s200/Solidao1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238989061914188098" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Sentada na profundidade do pensamento<br />Em fundo aquela música há muito esquecida...<br />Olho-te sempre de maneira diferente<br />Revejo toda a vida naquele momento<br />Quando sem luz caminhava perdida<br />Na procura de mim, de ti, do sorriso inexistente.<br />Hoje a alma amadureceu<br />Deu a mão à solidão<br />Não olha atrás , pois tomou uma decisão<br />Esqueceu que a noite aconteceu<br />E que há um sentimento<br />Que vive escondido no segredo profundo<br />Para não ser mostrado ao mundo<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Chinha<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-4003510600264006051?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-16871980863211311862008-08-25T01:05:00.000-07:002008-08-24T17:04:09.506-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SLH1g5FIv5I/AAAAAAAAAnE/PakBEzIZRTQ/s1600-h/Nao%2520te%2520quero%2520perder.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SLH1g5FIv5I/AAAAAAAAAnE/PakBEzIZRTQ/s200/Nao%2520te%2520quero%2520perder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238237787035582354" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Fica em silêncio em doce torpor<br />Fecha os olhos lânguidamente<br />Sente o chamamento deste amor<br />Guarda-o em ti eternamente.<br />Não olhes atrás<br />Não vertas a lágrima perdida<br />Pensa em mim, em ti<br />Na união da tua com a minha vida.<br />Sonha o infinito amigo<br />Entrego-te doce este amor<br />Transmite-me esse teu calor<br />Cinge-me a ti ...<br />E leva-me contigo<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Chinha</span></span></span></span><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-1687198086321131186?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-81135665874935810302008-08-21T02:45:00.000-07:002008-08-20T18:57:32.413-07:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236779011029663874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SKzGw8-lAII/AAAAAAAAAco/W2cwwtF0Baw/s200/6813_200028344-001.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Hoje os pingos da </strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>minha alma</strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>São a alma das minhas lágrimas</strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Tombam inertes em busca de calma</strong></span>,<br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Queimando a face deixando estradas</strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Até se sentirem imobilizadas.</strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Olho ao espelho à minha procura</strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Pintura estragada, olhos inchados</strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Já não restam laivos de ternura</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Apenas olhares desabitados.</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O dedo toca a imagem</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Tenta dar-lhe vida</span></strong>,<br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Fazer nascer a alma perdida</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Mas afinal...</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Eu apenas sou uma miragem<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center">Chinha</div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-8113566587493581030?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-50329471793200757212008-08-16T18:30:00.000-07:002008-08-16T10:38:17.241-07:00<div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SKcOFhiJIfI/AAAAAAAAAcA/d6o-z1Va9Wc/s1600-h/mail.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235168579905200626" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SKcOFhiJIfI/AAAAAAAAAcA/d6o-z1Va9Wc/s200/mail.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Queria dizer ....</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Que te tenho e não te quero esquecer</strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Que afinal uma vida te procurei</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Na esperança de nunca te perder</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Como desde menina sempre imaginei</span></strong>.<br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Queria dizer...</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Que por ti me apaixonei</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Que vi teu triste e tímido olhar</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Que em tarde distante teus lábios toquei</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Julgando finalmente ir com o amor sonhar.</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Queria dizer...</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Que mergulhada na solidão</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Dei a mão ao silêncio constante</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">E sem receio olhei meu coração</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">E lá te encontrei num querer abarcante</span></strong>.<br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Queria dizer...</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Que parto sem olhar ou recordar</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Que abri a vida à luz que um dia perdi</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Que caminho firme e sem pensar</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Que em tantos momentos por ti sofri</span></strong>.<br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Mas não posso ,</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> pois sòzinha não consigo </span></strong>...<br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Partir sem te levar comigo.</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Chinha<br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-5032947179320075721?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-79827794936613407132008-08-11T02:00:00.000-07:002008-08-10T17:57:18.115-07:00<div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SJ-MiSE5dKI/AAAAAAAAAbw/CuGOmSnM-w0/s1600-h/ioete21.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233055812623627426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SJ-MiSE5dKI/AAAAAAAAAbw/CuGOmSnM-w0/s200/ioete21.png" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Parti... Mas levei-te comigo</span></strong> .<br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Encostada à amurada absorvi o mar !</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A sua imensidão </span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Chamou-me as lágrimas embargadas,</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Lavou-me o coração ferido,</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Ergueu barreiras ao meu chorar</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Apagou o caminho errante</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Onde andava perdido.</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Na noite de breu surje o luar brilhante</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Reflete-se nas ondas como balada amante</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">E acaricia-me o corpo já adormecido.</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sinto a tua luz em doce abraço</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">E percebi então...</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Que ao levar-te comigo</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Prometia mais uma vez ao meu ser</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Receber a tua luz para não mais a perder,</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">E em doce troca oferecer-te um lugar em mim</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Enquanto conseguir viver.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center">Chinha</div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-7982779493661340713?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-89620770274316906652008-07-31T02:00:00.000-07:002008-07-30T18:11:31.827-07:00<p></p><p></p><p><br /></p><br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SIvbIUm127I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/kxhA45t2sT0/s1600-h/Nos%20teus%20bracos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227512728510651314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SIvbIUm127I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/kxhA45t2sT0/s200/Nos%2520teus%2520bracos.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Será que é tarde...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Para te ter novamente</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Para te olhar e ouvir-te atentamente</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Para sentir teus lábios em suave toque</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Para deitar minha cabeça em teu peito,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Como naquela noite distante</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Que vivemos paixão amante</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">E sussurrar-te baixinho ao ouvido</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Em ternura e a meu jeito</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Que te quero meu ,</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Que afinal o meu viver continua perdido</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Pois tornou-se para sempre teu.</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sou prisioneira de ti.</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Não sei se luto, ou simplesmente</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Gritarei ao mundo...</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Que por ti um dia me perdi.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Chinha</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-8962077027431690665?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-17257819359822644252008-07-25T01:30:00.000-07:002008-07-24T17:28:04.417-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SIkdgdo1WAI/AAAAAAAAAbA/yhAHXVdSR5M/s1600-h/water.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226741286089086978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SIkdgdo1WAI/AAAAAAAAAbA/yhAHXVdSR5M/s200/water.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Quando a escuridão banha a cidade adormecida</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Encosto a face à vidraça gelada</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Perco o olhar numa sombra esmaecida</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Que caminha lentamente</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Aparentando transportar uma alma apagada.</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Projeto nela o meu sentir vagueante</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Este olhar a ficar dormente</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Que sem querer deixa tombar uma lágrima errante</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Pois sem consciência aparente</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Recorda teu rosto distante</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Que em dia de chuva foi meu</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Mas que partiu sem justificação</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Talvez porque nele...</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Não habitasse um coração.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center">Chinha</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-1725781935982264425?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-53464398428630806132008-07-21T11:30:00.000-07:002008-07-21T03:32:51.227-07:00<p align="center"></p><div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SIRj5vrpGzI/AAAAAAAAAaw/wbfLa4V0hB4/s1600-h/adstrato.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225411311359826738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SIRj5vrpGzI/AAAAAAAAAaw/wbfLa4V0hB4/s200/adstrato.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Adormeci envolta em cortina de ausência</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Parti para o mundo da abstração</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Onde habita a palavra decepção</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Mas que transporta enorme envolvência.</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Ali, acordar não é preciso</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sente-se o embalo da vida</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Esquece-se o pedregoso caminho da solidão</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Pois o</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> rumo é tão marcado pela gota perdida,</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Que tudo à volta é só imensidão.</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Não !</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Não quero acordar deste turpor</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Não quero sentir a vida a fluir</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Não quero sonhar-te nem contigo partir</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Nem sequer imaginar o que quer dizer...</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A palavra amor.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Chinha</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-5346439842863080613?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-53249934886715718942008-07-15T02:31:00.000-07:002008-07-14T18:35:54.352-07:00<div style="text-align: center;" align="center"><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SHv4lu7T7JI/AAAAAAAAAao/-naXvF3xNeU/s1600-h/sonho+desfeito.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223041520001870994" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SHv4lu7T7JI/AAAAAAAAAao/-naXvF3xNeU/s200/sonho%2Bdesfeito.jpg" border="0" /> </a><p align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Nos olhos brilham quentes lágrimas perdidas<br />Lá fora tamborilam chuvas esquecidas<br />Na alma gritos surdos de incompreensão<br />No coração gotas pingadas de comoção.<br />O dia amanheceu em tristeza<br />O âmago clama num grito de saudade<br />Procura um simples pingo de amizade<br />E há momentos a pedir gotas de beleza.<br />Se viesses em ternura e <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">envolvência</span><br />Amortecias os momentos de ausência.<br />Ofereço-te o que em dia de chuva pediste<br />A minha permanente guarida<br />Mas desculpa, pois hoje tenho que dar...<br />Um pequeno espaço à vida.<br /></span></span></p><p align="center"><br /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Chinha</span></p><p align="center"><br /></p><p align="center"><br /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ></span> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ></span> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ></span> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" > </span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-5324993488671571894?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-56097276404972286982008-07-09T17:00:00.000-07:002008-07-09T09:03:57.369-07:00<div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SHLEjDm6vJI/AAAAAAAAAaY/bQh7J_QEyks/s1600-h/f_coracao2tfm_c977243.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220451024618830994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SHLEjDm6vJI/AAAAAAAAAaY/bQh7J_QEyks/s200/f_coracao2tfm_c977243.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Hoje sacudi a madrugada</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Apaguei a noite e parti...</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Fui à procura daqueles dias em que sorri</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Em que deixei a alma perdida na ilusão</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">De uma ternura desejada, mas não encontrada.</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Olhei ao fundo tristemente</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Nem um olhar, nem um sorriso,</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Nem sequer uma amizade...</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Fechei os olhos ,cuspi a saudade</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">E vi então o que procurava e estava perdido.</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Maltratado é certo, mas vivo!</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Baixei-me , estendi trémula minha mão</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Abarquei-o calmamente</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Recoloquei-o envolvida em emoção</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Pois afinal acabara de encontar</span></strong> ...</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O meu perdido coração.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center">Chinha</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-5609727640497228698?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-49371038442778557852008-07-05T08:30:00.000-07:002008-07-05T02:34:26.999-07:00<div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SGzwzjSflOI/AAAAAAAAAaI/pTpZmFfSNpk/s1600-h/night202-768681.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218810836652365026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SGzwzjSflOI/AAAAAAAAAaI/pTpZmFfSNpk/s200/night202-768681.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Quando precisei de ti...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Não estiveste presente</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Quando o coração chorou...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Dos olhos uma lágrima pingou.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Olhei à volta...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Mas só me encontrei a mim!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Agora que estou doente</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Não te vejo</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Não sinto o teu beijo</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">E</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">spezinhei o coração em solidão</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Já nem sei se estou perdida</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Ou se o que vejo é sòmente...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A sombra da minha vida.</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br />Chinha<br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-4937103844277855785?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-49702924899935923432008-06-30T17:10:00.000-07:002008-06-30T07:35:42.726-07:00<div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SGLiedyWMtI/AAAAAAAAAZg/uX_Cw_A7nYU/s1600-h/02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215980331468206802" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SGLiedyWMtI/AAAAAAAAAZg/uX_Cw_A7nYU/s200/02.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A indiferença é inimiga da paixão</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Seca as lágrimas no caminho da vivência</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Mostra a realidade</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">E o tenebroso lado da falsidade!</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O cansaço arrefece a alma </span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Suga a vida em turbulência</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Derrete a solidão</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">E veste-se de profunda calma</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Pois tem que evitar a demência.<br />Olha à volta, chora a vida...<br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">E pinga uma lágrima do coração.<br />No momento em que quer esquecer...<br />Aquela recordação.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"> </div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><div align="center">Chinha</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-4970292489993592343?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-9431758875343511632008-06-23T09:17:00.000-07:002008-06-23T10:34:02.472-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SF_P9e53ORI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/g0gGPwd1cG8/s1600-h/41.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215115548693051666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SF_P9e53ORI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/g0gGPwd1cG8/s200/41.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Parto na inexistência do tempo</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Onde a vida deixa de ter alento</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Onde se apaga a palavra saudade</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Para se observar aquilo a que se chama ...</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Realidade</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A vivência de relacção saudável</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Onde habita apenas uma palavra amável</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Onde o passar da vida dá a mão ao esquecimento</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Pois afinal viver ou não viver</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Não depende de um fabuloso</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Momento</span></strong><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Chinha</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-943175887534351163?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-76809807341109393902008-06-17T10:44:00.000-07:002008-06-17T03:26:59.646-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SEwc4LeByJI/AAAAAAAAAYw/_uBKH3-8Bkw/s1600-h/SPQ-304.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209570620437809298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SEwc4LeByJI/AAAAAAAAAYw/_uBKH3-8Bkw/s200/SPQ-304.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Quando partir levo-te comigo</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Encerrado no poente da minha alma</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Já sem implorar ou fazer um pedido</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Pois já não existe a vida</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Habito mergulhada em profunda calma.</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Ali abarco-te em segurança</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Beijo-te em tempo sem fim</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Faço-te meu já sem ter esperança</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Pois nesse não tempo de não realidade</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Em que já está morta esta saudade</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Posso exigir que vivas sempre...</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A fazer parte de mim</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Chinha</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-7680980734110939390?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-55295184203745065042008-06-05T15:30:00.000-07:002008-06-05T07:41:00.509-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SEf5v9lGmfI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ezWkB74p7vU/s1600-h/casal+amor.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208406096456620530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SEf5v9lGmfI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ezWkB74p7vU/s200/casal%2Bamor.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Quando penso em ti perdidamente</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Observo teu cálido olhar em viver vagueante</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O negro a vestir teu corpo suavemente</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O tentar agarrar o teu sentir que escondes ser amante.</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Ouvir-te é salutar</strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sentir-te é desejar a vida</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Tocar-te é igual a poder sonhar</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Ter-te é entregar o sonho há muito procurado</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">De te ter em mim</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Como sendo o respirar sempre sonhado.</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Queria viver sem te pensar</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Esquecer o que não domino</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Esconder este coração peregrino</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Que loucamente teima...</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Em para sempre te amar.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center">Chinha</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-5529518420374506504?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-12853536974333691112008-06-01T11:15:00.000-07:002008-06-01T03:25:31.746-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SEJ3AXaj9RI/AAAAAAAAAYA/39r4fpsX03M/s1600-h/saudades.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206854967362843922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SEJ3AXaj9RI/AAAAAAAAAYA/39r4fpsX03M/s200/saudades.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sentada na imensidão da madrugada</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Olho as mãos repletas de sonhos sonhados</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Lenta e docemente fecho os dedos gelados...</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Tentam agarrar um amor</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Lutam por um só instante de fulgor</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Tentam guardar o belo momento</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Mas tudo é voláctil e errante</span></strong> .<br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Tudo se espraia no esvaír do tempo</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Tudo teima matar uma paixão amante.</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A razão não vence a incompreensão</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A ternura permanece envolta em doçura,</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O sentir pergunta à vida envolvente</span></strong> ,<br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Se o amor algum dia...</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Pode estar doente.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Chinha</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-1285353697433369111?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-3397393250990860982008-05-27T17:00:00.000-07:002008-05-27T08:38:56.319-07:00<div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SDwmVkWcxqI/AAAAAAAAAXg/npCbrAJWg3w/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205077421310396066" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SDwmVkWcxqI/AAAAAAAAAXg/npCbrAJWg3w/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A chuva a fustigar novamente<br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Olhares cruzados</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Lábios tocados</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sempre aquele desejo permanente</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A confundir o teu com o meu ser</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Para ao pé de ti sentir poder viver.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Caminhámos juntos rua fora</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Mãos entrelaçadas a toda a hora</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O reviver de emoções</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Daquele dia em que trocámos corações.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Dorida a hora da partida</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sempre a saudade em nós a viver</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O beijo do adeus</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Aquele sentimento eterno</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">De nunca na vida...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Te esquecer<br /><br /><br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Chinha<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-339739325099086098?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-43094014765554009362008-05-23T02:10:00.000-07:002008-05-22T18:12:23.908-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SDYYUCoUTdI/AAAAAAAAAXA/tehbYYaTv0k/s1600-h/secrets.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203373152055610834" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SDYYUCoUTdI/AAAAAAAAAXA/tehbYYaTv0k/s200/secrets.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O ar gélido da noite </span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Traça-me a alma em solidão</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Não há luz que em mim se afoite</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">E me arrebate desta imensidão.</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A chuva fustiga-me o ser</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Leva-me a lembranças escondidas</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">De dias de esperança e de viver,</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Que guardei em mim</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Num baú de degredo</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Para que nunca as possa esquecer,</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Pois serás sempre...</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O meu adorado e eterno</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Segredo.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Chinha<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-4309401476555400936?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-86855298413605776332008-05-18T20:00:00.000-07:002008-05-18T11:49:25.131-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SDB45CVcmVI/AAAAAAAAAV4/TqMyKRGVk0E/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201790490887625042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SDB45CVcmVI/AAAAAAAAAV4/TqMyKRGVk0E/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Viver a palavra esquecer</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Não recordar que em ti pude viver</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Apagar o pulsar do coração</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Num chuvoso dia</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">De tanta emoção!</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Luto para partir</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Para não escutar o teu sorrir</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Para poder no esquecimento</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Guardar em mim aquele eterno</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Momento....</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Chinha<br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-8685529841360577633?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-82191637946129248422008-05-16T02:26:00.000-07:002008-05-16T02:37:35.698-07:00<strong></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SC1VqiVcmSI/AAAAAAAAAVg/yc4z9ssXJaA/s1600-h/Espero%20por%20ti.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200907333942417698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SC1VqiVcmSI/AAAAAAAAAVg/yc4z9ssXJaA/s200/Espero%2520por%2520ti.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Abandonei o cais da vida</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Vivo no cais do pensamento</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Onde se apaga a alma sofrida</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">E se vive o esquecimento.</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Parto para ondas de eternidade</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Onde não pode habitar a saudade</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Onde o ser flutua fechado em si</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Pois amorteceu ...</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O que na vida alguma vez senti.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Chinha</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-8219163794612924842?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-42929280392493965342008-05-14T14:30:00.000-07:002008-05-14T06:38:09.114-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SB0DqrD2afI/AAAAAAAAASg/2IRITqckdU8/s1600-h/Balan_o_para_2007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196313576703683058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SB0DqrD2afI/AAAAAAAAASg/2IRITqckdU8/s200/Balan_o_para_2007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sentada no cais da vida</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Apenas uma ténue luz me abarca</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Envolve em ternura minha alma dorida,</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Na escura noite que me afaga</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Espero por ti...</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sei que virás ter comigo</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sentes sempre a minha mão à espera da tua</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Levas a minha paz ao caminhar pela rua.</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Vive em ti o meu sentir</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Vive em mim o teu querer</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Espero-te sempre sem temer</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Para contigo partir.</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Chinha</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-4292928039249396534?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-10716224621971015372008-05-09T02:10:00.000-07:002008-05-08T18:12:23.571-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SCOkXdJJGkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/XjuVmb2Qt7Q/s1600-h/bosque2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198179117782604354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SCOkXdJJGkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/XjuVmb2Qt7Q/s200/bosque2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Lá fora a escuridão banha a cidade</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Espraia-se lentamente até atingir o meu ser</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Rouba-me a noite, deixa a saudade</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">De um dia poder enfim viver.</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Cabeça encostada à vidraça</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Vislumbro sombras vagueantes</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">São seres da noite titubeantes</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Que vivem envoltos na fumaça!</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Passam devagar pela vida</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Mãos estendidas na procura eterna</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Caminham lentos sem devaneios</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sem amores ou simples enleios</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Pois no seu caminhar</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Deixaram tombar...</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A alma há muito partida.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Chinha</strong></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-1071622462197101537?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-13766898768599231582008-05-05T16:45:00.000-07:002008-05-05T16:45:01.661-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SB8vy7D2akI/AAAAAAAAATI/ctIAi7MZ9gk/s1600-h/Abraco.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196925046902647362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SB8vy7D2akI/AAAAAAAAATI/ctIAi7MZ9gk/s200/Abraco.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Estou sentada à porta do tempo...</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Vejo-te entrar nesse olhar de ternura</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Ofereço-te a paz envolvida em candura</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Para em ti depositar este momento.</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Peço-te a luz para viver</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Para respirar na vida esquecida</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Para contigo parar de sofrer</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">E enfim poder dizer...</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Que em teus braços vivo perdida.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center">Chinha</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-1376689876859923158?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-1720844870727832002008-05-04T17:38:00.000-07:002008-05-03T17:59:04.714-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SB0I3LD2agI/AAAAAAAAASo/SXU6g9XmGdI/s1600-h/b6d4scd.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196319289010186754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SB0I3LD2agI/AAAAAAAAASo/SXU6g9XmGdI/s200/b6d4scd.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Vivemos juntos esta loucura</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Confundimos juntos nosso sentir</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Misturei a minha com a tua ternura</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Para poder contigo sorrir.</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Nas noites longas de solidão</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Passas sobre meus cabelos tua mão</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sinto-te perto oiço teu respirar</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">E fico à espera do teu amar.</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Em balada do anoitecer</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Envolves-me em sonhos de querer</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Em balada da madrugada</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Limpas-me terno uma lágrima pingada.</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Chinha</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-172084487072783200?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-89931851039795654842008-05-02T04:51:00.000-07:002008-05-02T04:07:29.467-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SBmyZbD2aZI/AAAAAAAAARw/roi-VuFLG00/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195379794978957714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SBmyZbD2aZI/AAAAAAAAARw/roi-VuFLG00/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Queria apagar a sensibilidade</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Para soltar de vez o coração</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Esquecer a ternura, apanhar a claridade</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">De tardes belas de Verão!</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Caminhar na praia deserta</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">De mãos dadas com a brisa da loucura</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Mostrar ao mundo que a alma está desperta</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">E espera a noite e sua luz nocturna.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O caminhar sem sentir</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O olhar o horizonte sem pensar</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O entregar a minha luz e partir</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O esquecer...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Que se deve amar.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Chinha</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-8993185103979565484?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329640803525359300.post-70292499985027727152008-04-30T04:17:00.000-07:002008-04-30T07:01:13.091-07:00<div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SBBskbD2aBI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Cp1YYpEiQ2M/s1600-h/0000tewq.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192769743353178130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jF0fvfxRd4/SBBskbD2aBI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Cp1YYpEiQ2M/s200/0000tewq.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A partida faz parte da vida</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O querer deve ser ocultado</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O amor não procura guarida</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">O coração deve ser encerrado.</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Parto para ondas de eternidade</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Onde não chegas nem em sonhos perdidos</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Solto a alma espèzinho a saudade</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">E sei enfim que é salutar...</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Viver de sonhos adormecidos.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /></div><p align="center">Chinha</p><br /><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7329640803525359300-7029249998502772715?l=poemasoltos-chinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12314180996856558269noreply@blogger.com5