tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52755771524303089812023-11-16T06:22:10.018-08:00Blog do Prof. FreitasProf. Freitashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13863226585757407488noreply@blogger.comBlogger358125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275577152430308981.post-65242107242846055762017-08-05T13:26:00.002-07:002018-06-29T08:26:49.546-07:00PRECONCEITO (FRAGMENTOS)<span style="font-size: large;">Hoje estou arrependida</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">De ter sido tão preconceituosa</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Por causa do preconceito</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Deixei de amar de novo</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Pra ser mulher virtuosa</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Mas amar é uma necessidade</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">E quando se ama de verdade</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Se tem que abrir o coração</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">E aceitar a realidade</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Cupido jogou o laço</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">E no amor não tem idade</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Na vida há deslizes</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Que o destino traz</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">O medo e o preconceito</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Falam mais alto.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> (Núbia Wanderley</span>)<br />
<br />Prof. Freitashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13863226585757407488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275577152430308981.post-59571423647749636482017-06-28T08:53:00.003-07:002017-06-28T08:58:18.051-07:00DE REPENTE<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">De repente</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Olhei em teu olhar</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Um desejo imenso</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">De tocar tua pele</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">De te beijar, te abraçar. . .</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">E perdido num êxtase</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dentro da noite te vi,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Te vi em meus sonhos,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Me pus a sonhar !</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Quisera conquistar</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Um lugar em teus</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Braços, em teu seio. . .</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">E inebriado num abraço</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Envolto a teus braços,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Um eterno desejo</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">De amar, de te amar</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">De sentir os teus beijos.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;"> (Prof. Freitas) </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;"> (Tarauacá - Ac, 19/06/17</span></span><br />
<br />Prof. Freitashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13863226585757407488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275577152430308981.post-73609635827429991482017-04-13T07:08:00.000-07:002017-04-13T07:08:18.042-07:00DO SOFRIMENTO À GLÓRIA<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lá vai o Nazareno carregando a cruz</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Corpo ensanguentado de tantos açoites</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Cadê seus amigos que não O ajudaram</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">O abandonaram durante aquela noite.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Jesus foi pisado, seu corpo moído</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Chicotes com ossos, sua carne cortou</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Seu olhar mui triste, de homem sofrido. . .</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">E foi na cruz pregado, porque me amou.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">O sol envergonhou-se, sua luz turvou</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">As pedras removeram-se, rasgando-se o véu</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Santos que dormiam, saíram dos túmulos</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Apareceram à muitos e subiram ao céu</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Com seu corpo em glória Jesus ressuscitou</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">E abriu caminho para o pecador.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Tk - Ac, 13/04/2017 - Prof. Freitas</span></span><br />
<br />Prof. Freitashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13863226585757407488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275577152430308981.post-872262346135066112017-03-01T07:06:00.000-08:002017-03-01T07:06:14.762-08:00EU E VOCÊ (fragmentos)<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Somos peças</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Desse tempo</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Que não pára</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Que não muda</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Como incêndio</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">De coivara</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">A queimar tudo.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Somos mensageiros</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Do amor</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Companheiros da saudade</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tristes, aventureiros</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Da dor,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Do destino, da fatalidade!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Eu e você</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Somos assim</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Flores sem perfume</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pássaros a voar sem fim</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">No vazio, na escuridão,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nas lembranças</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Perdidos na solidão.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"> (Freitas) </span></span><br />
<br />Prof. Freitashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13863226585757407488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275577152430308981.post-78294579849632249872016-11-26T11:57:00.001-08:002016-11-26T11:57:17.411-08:00A VIDA É UMA BOLA<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">A vida é como jogar</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Uma bola na parede.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Se for jogada uma bola verde,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ela voltará verde.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Se for jogada uma bola azul,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ela voltará azul.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Se for jogada uma bola fraca,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ela voltará fraca.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Se for jogada uma bola com força,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ela voltará com força.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Por isso, nunca jogue uma bola na vida,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">De forma que não esteja pronto</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Para recebê-la.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">A vida não dá nem empresta;</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Não se comove nem se apieda.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tudo que ela faz é retribuir</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">E transferir aquilo que nós lhe oferecemos.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"> (Albert Einstein)</span></span>Prof. Freitashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13863226585757407488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275577152430308981.post-54071676785039271092016-10-14T13:41:00.001-07:002016-10-14T13:41:28.990-07:00SEMENTES DE ILUSÃO<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"> (Freitas) </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Naquele dia ao entardecer</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Veio o vento tangendo</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Blocos de nuvens cinza</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Carregando folhas secas</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Partindo vagens ressecadas</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Espalhando sementes maduras</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sem rumo e sem destino. . .</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Assim foi o nosso amor</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Que parecia plantado em</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Terra fértil e humedecida</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mas tudo transformou-se</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Em sonhos e irrealidades</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Restos de dúvidas, de ilusões. . .</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">E já passaram verões</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Invernos, outonos e primaveras</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">E de você ficou apenas recordações</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Restos de vidas. . . sementes de ilusões ! . . .</span></span><br />
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Prof. Freitashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13863226585757407488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275577152430308981.post-57312781135592706802016-08-16T09:05:00.001-07:002016-08-16T09:05:15.420-07:00AMOR EM LÁGRIMAS<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ouve o amor que soluça na solidão</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ouve, amor, o amor que soluça</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Na mais triste solidão</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">E ouve amor os ventos</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Que voltam dos espaços</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Que ninguém sabe</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sobre as ondas se debruçam</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">E soluçam de paixão</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">E ouve, amor, no fundo da noite</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Como as árvores ao vento</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Num lamento se debruçam</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Para o chão</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Deixa, amor, que o corpo sedento</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Como as árvores e o vento</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">No teu corpo se debruce</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">E soluce de paixão</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;"> (Vinícius) </span></span><br />
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Prof. Freitashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13863226585757407488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275577152430308981.post-13873379080345435142016-07-16T06:46:00.000-07:002016-07-16T06:46:20.681-07:00É TEMPO<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">É tempo de alçar vôo</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Às montanhas dos sonhos</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">E da esperança.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">É urgente buscar novos</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Horizontes e repousar</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">O coração feliz como criança.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">É tempo de dizer te amo,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Antes que as flores murchem</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">E que envelheça o ano.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">É tempo porque a vida passa. . .</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">É o momento de dizer: me beija;</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sufoca-me em teu peito, em teus braços,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">É t e m p o. . .</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"> <span style="font-size: large;"> (Prof. Freitas)</span></span>Prof. Freitashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13863226585757407488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275577152430308981.post-80069548949813454982016-06-30T06:41:00.000-07:002016-06-30T06:41:19.281-07:00VAMOS VIVENDO<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">Uma das grandes características</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">da vida é a inconstância.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">Dias bons misturados com não</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">tão bons.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">Saúde ao lado da doença.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">Alegria ao lado da tristeza.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">Vida ao lado da morte.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">Doce ao lado do azedo.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">Gangorra de sentimentos.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">Mesclas de emoções.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">E assim vamos vivendo</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">Sem saber o que nos aguarda,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">Mas com uma esperança</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">que nunca nos abandona.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"> Clarisse Corrêa </span></span>Prof. Freitashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13863226585757407488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275577152430308981.post-55421758982733888772016-05-08T04:54:00.000-07:002016-05-08T04:57:40.708-07:00ODE À MINHA MÃE<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mãe, </span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Recordo ainda</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Teu rosto cansado</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Naquele fim de tarde</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Depois de um dia</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">A carregar teu fardo.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></span>
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mãe,</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Que saudade dos teus olhos,</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Das tuas carícias</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Do teu afagar meu rosto</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Do teu jeito doce ! . . .</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lembro, que guardavas pra mim</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Petiscos, delícias sem fim ! . . .</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mãe,</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Que me amaste tanto;</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lembro com saudade</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Teu zelo, teu amor. . .</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Os anos passaram</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mas a tua ausência</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Me faz tanta falta,</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Me deixa um vazio,</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">Me traz tanta dor ! . . .</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"> (Francisco Freitas)</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Tk Ac, 08/05/2016</span><br />
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<br />Prof. Freitashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13863226585757407488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275577152430308981.post-62048899749132939952016-04-29T09:43:00.002-07:002016-05-02T13:20:06.041-07:00FASCINAÇÃO ( fragmentos )<span style="font-size: x-large;">Culpe meus lábios . . . </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Por querer pousar no mel da tua boca</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Culpe até minha alma. . .</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Por ousar tirar tua alma pra dançar</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Mas não culpe o meu coração !</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Por se apaixonar sem permissão</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Ele é teimoso, não obedece a razão.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> ( Kity Araújo )</span>Prof. Freitashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13863226585757407488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275577152430308981.post-88355991932590977082016-04-07T07:36:00.001-07:002016-04-07T07:40:14.198-07:00POETAS<span style="font-size: large;">Poetas, caminheiros, por este planeta,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">As vezes errantes</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Tristes soluçando</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Fazendo sonetos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Da vida amantes</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">As vezes chorando</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Mas nunca distantes.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Poetas, tidos como loucos,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">De sonhos perdidos,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Eternos, apaixonados,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Mas tudo isso é pouco. . .</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Sois grandes amigos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Mesmo magoados</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Em meio a sufocos.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Poetas, que ouvem a voz do vento,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">O canto das águas, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">As cores da natureza,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">De ternos momentos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Ou olhos de lágrimas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Prevendo incertezas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Em seus sofrimentos ! . . .</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Francisco Freitas)</span>Prof. Freitashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13863226585757407488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275577152430308981.post-35912240482481252362016-02-15T06:22:00.000-08:002016-02-15T06:38:00.259-08:00MIRAGEM (fragmentos - continuação)<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Faz-me flutuar</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nas nuvens</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Esse teu amor</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Macio, doce, suave,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Como pluma de algodão</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Que o vento carrega</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Como um leve beijo.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Quero permanecer sonhando</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Que estás comigo</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Como um pássaro pelo jardim</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Quando o sol nasce</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">A cada manhã</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ou quando a chuva</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Regar a terra</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ao desabrochar</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Cada nova flor</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Que trouxer a primavera.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Francisco Freitas - Tarauacá Ac.</span></span>Prof. Freitashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13863226585757407488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275577152430308981.post-79869215259894148882016-01-05T13:06:00.000-08:002016-01-05T13:06:05.084-08:00MIRAGEM ( fragmentos )<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Faz-me feliz</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">O verde dos teus olhos</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Que miram o azul</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Do céu como o mar,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Como a buscar</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">No infinito</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">O amor distante,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">O amor perdido ! . . .</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Quero acordar desse sonho</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Que me adormece</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Levando-me a navegar</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pelas lembranças doces</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pedaços de ilusão</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">De inverdades</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">De sonhos </span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ou de miragem.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="color: red;"> (Francisco Freitas)</span></span>Prof. Freitashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13863226585757407488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275577152430308981.post-53373897641733571072015-12-27T13:37:00.001-08:002015-12-27T13:37:15.642-08:00TE SINTO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Como uma sombra me tocas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Na brisa suave</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Nos raios da lua</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Em cada canção</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">No meu coração</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Quando estou na rua.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Como uma sombra sinto tua presença</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">No meu caminhar</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">No meu cansaço</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Dividido</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Perdido</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">No espaço ! . . .</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Como uma sombra, me segues na vida</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Nos sonhos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">No meu pensamento</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Como um forte laço</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Em tudo que faço</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">A todo momento.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> (Francisco Freitas)</span>Prof. Freitashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13863226585757407488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275577152430308981.post-82304387299743823262015-10-21T09:07:00.000-07:002015-10-21T09:11:33.937-07:00TE AMAR<span style="font-size: large;">Te amar,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Não é uma questão de ordem</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">É uma força maior do coração</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Não sei quanto tempo vai durar</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Importante é viver esse amor</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Essa grande paixão</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Mas não posso deixar transparecer</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Esse nosso amor </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">É um segredo nosso</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Que não nos leva a nada</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">É melhor ficarmos amigos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Pois sou sempre uma mulher casada</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Não há discriminação</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">De idade ou de cor</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Mas amar intensamente</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">É uma sina da gente</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Ficar cego e surdo de paixão</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Amar de coração pra coração</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Quisera me sentir em teus braços</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Sentir de perto teus afagos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Sentir o teu cansaço</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">E me sentir mulher outra vez.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> ( Núbia Wanderley - Miscelânea 3 ) </span><br />
<br />Prof. Freitashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13863226585757407488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275577152430308981.post-2593281563136121472015-10-05T08:03:00.002-07:002015-10-05T08:23:25.716-07:00ONTEM (fragmentos)<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><br />
(Manuela Barroso)</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Ontem vi teu coração nos olhos das pedras.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Pesavam no meu peito</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Ouvi sílabas de silêncios em buracos</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">cravados no chão,</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Bocas abertas em noites em tentáculos</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">de estrelas navegando solidão.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Eras a luz escura</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">em telas de alvorada</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">nos braços da luz.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Caminhei com o vento</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">nas ondas do teu corpo,</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Tão vagarosas e longas,</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Tão lentas e tão noturnas.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Deixei as madrugadas que dormiam</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">No meu rosto lençóis de bruma fria</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Renda orvalhada, reflexos de sol posto</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Nesta tarde ainda molhada.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Veio o vento.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Levou o aroma </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;">já</span> <span style="font-size: large;">morto</span>.</span></span></span></span>Prof. Freitashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13863226585757407488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275577152430308981.post-67505558588512339212015-09-23T14:00:00.001-07:002015-09-23T14:00:28.404-07:00PRESENÇA DE DEUS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">No silêncio desta noite</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Ao observar o firmamento</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">E os grãos de areia da praia</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Vi a grandeza de Deus.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Nesta infinitude de corpos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Que povoam o universo,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Vi minha pequenez e minha insignificância . . .</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">A esperar do Senhor o ar</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Pra respirar,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">O "pão" pra me alimentar</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Porque em tudo eu dependo </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">De Ti Senhor !</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Por isso oh Deus! Obrigado</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Pelo sol, pela chuva, pelo vento,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Pela vida e pelo alimento</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Que todo dia me dás ! . . . </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> (Prof. Freitas - Tk Ac. 23/09/2015)</span>Prof. Freitashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13863226585757407488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275577152430308981.post-41661834045335597122015-09-08T07:09:00.000-07:002015-09-08T07:09:25.458-07:00SILÊNCIO (fragmentos)<span style="font-size: large;">Silêncio!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Ninguém se mexe</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Ninguém diz nada</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">É uma grande cidade</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">De branco toda caiada</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">São alvas, azuis abandonadas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Uma cidade adormecida</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">É pra lá que todos vamos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Quando estivermos sem vida</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Lá não tem dores nem ais</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Não tem lágrimas nem fome</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Não tem frio nem calor</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Lá estão os ricos com seu orgulho</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Iguais aos pobres</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Que andavam sujos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Flores . . . velas . . . silencio. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> (Miscelânea III - Prof. NÚBIA WANDERLEY)</span>Prof. Freitashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13863226585757407488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275577152430308981.post-56550893164889584752015-08-22T08:40:00.000-07:002015-08-22T08:40:31.925-07:00O QUE IRÁ IMPORTAR ?<span style="font-size: large;">O que importa se você é feio ou bonito,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Se é rico, pobre ou mendigo?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Se é graduado, mestre ou doutor,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Se viveu solitário ou teve um grande amor?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">O que importa se você viveu num palácio?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Se estudou nas melhores escolas,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Ou se é analfabeto, sem espaço?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Se viveu alegre ou triste, ou se pediu esmolas?</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">O que na verdade vai importar:</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">É se você tem JESUS no coração;</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">É o que vai determinar o lugar</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Do teu repouso eterno, tua habitação,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A tua escolha aqui nesta terra,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Determinará o teu destino eterno !</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Tk -Ac, 12/08/15 </span><br />
<br />Prof. Freitashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13863226585757407488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275577152430308981.post-4548572679708311472015-08-09T15:18:00.000-07:002015-08-09T15:18:54.194-07:00MEU PAI<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Um dia era criança, lembro ainda,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Quando meu pai me segurava sobre as águas,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Suas mãos fortes, como se fora as mãos divinas,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Me ensinava a nadar, com grande calma.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Por esse mundo de revezes me guiava,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Me apontando na vida a melhor estrada,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Lembro ainda, quando as vezes eu tropeçava,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Me levantava, pra eu seguir na caminhada.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Lembro meu pai, quando já em tenra idade,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Seus cabelos esbranquiçados, ele a sorrir,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">E dizia: meu filho aproveite a mocidade,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Porque a velhice algum dia irá surgir,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">E com teus filhos gozarás felicidade,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Meu filho. . . -hás de ser feliz.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Prof. Freitas - Tk - Ac. 09/08/2015</span>Prof. Freitashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13863226585757407488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275577152430308981.post-6705287881050187592015-07-17T06:32:00.002-07:002015-07-17T06:32:40.162-07:00TEU NOME<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Teu nome, Maria Lúcia</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Tem qualquer coisa que afaga</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Como uma lua macia</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Brilhando à flor de uma vaga.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Parece um mar que marulha</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">De manso sobre uma praia</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Tem o palor que irradia</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">A estrela quando desmaia.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">É um doce nome de filha</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">E um belo nome de amada</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Lembra um pedaço de ilha</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Surgindo na madrugada.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Tem um cheirinho de murta</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">E ´´e suave como a pelúcia</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">É acorde que nunca finda</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Teu nome, Maria Lúcia. . .</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">(Vinícius de Morais : Para gostar de ler - Poesia. S. Paulo - 1980)</span>Prof. Freitashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13863226585757407488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275577152430308981.post-61923781849398396042015-06-24T07:13:00.000-07:002015-06-24T07:13:06.972-07:00POVO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Povo sofrido,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Povo apanhado,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Sempre trabalhando,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Esforço perdido,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Esforço pra nada.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">E nada ganhando,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Mas sempre sofrendo,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Gemendo, chorando,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Seu sangue vertendo.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Povo injustiçado,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">E jaz desprezado,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Sendo castigado,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Punido, açoitado,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Seu bolso roubado</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Por ladrões desarmados</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">E até empossados</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">E credenciados,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">O povo entende tudo,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">E não fica mudo</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Pois está revoltado.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> ( Prof. Freitas)</span>Prof. Freitashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13863226585757407488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275577152430308981.post-34150954355677239372015-06-12T08:13:00.001-07:002015-06-12T08:13:13.981-07:00SONETO DO AMOR<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Um dia toquei tuas mãos,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">E num lampejo senti teu amor,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Bateu em meu peito o meu coração</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Senti emoção em meu interior.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Olhei em teus olhos, radiavam luz,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Como uma estrela, azul, cintilante,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Como um navegante que a ela conduz,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Toquei em teus lábios, flama flamejante.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">E num momento nasceu o amor,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Um redemoinho de grande emoção,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Como a rosa à noite, que solta odor,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Como a luz que brilha na escuridão,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Caí em teus braços, senti teu calor,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">Assim nos amamos, eterna paixão!</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;"> (Prof. Freitas)</span></span>Prof. Freitashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13863226585757407488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275577152430308981.post-27587976698654577612015-05-30T08:44:00.001-07:002015-05-30T08:44:57.452-07:00NOTURNO<span style="font-size: large;">Ao final deste dia</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Quando a noite tem chegado</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ouço a chuva no telhado</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Como a despedir-se de </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">mais uma semana que</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Não voltará jamais.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Ouço o ribombar do trovão</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Ao longe nas nuvens, na amplidão</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Como a acenar com a mão,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Dizendo adeus ao sol,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">A dizer adeus aos montes</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Aos pássaros e os horizontes. . .</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Saudades profundas enchem</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">O peito, a mente, o coração. . .</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Desejo infinito de te abraçar,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Passear pelas praças, pelos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Jardins, pelas cachoeiras,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">A colher flores para te dar,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">E sentarmos à sombra das </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Palmeiras, das cerejeiras. . .</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Saudades dos teus cabelos,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Da tua boca pequena,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Do teu rosto perfumado</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Como a rosa de açucena.</span><br />
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