tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44174983008065802682024-03-14T01:12:10.520-07:00Amigas podem tudo!Duas amigas brincando de escrever e registrar em fotos as sutilezas da vida....Fátima e Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11362657653783746840noreply@blogger.comBlogger223125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417498300806580268.post-71624890230509928652022-12-23T15:56:00.002-08:002022-12-23T23:42:29.305-08:00Alma.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvmOsNdFjgcxJfa8XCY5vycqt4Ab0jcCZ_MrqvhkLfazsQJ13t6bPMbc-EewIckPrJUejkTrRJs04ylqgPiUroZ_kZ0Mea2lthUYtJ7JvcGZtl9E7VXsrK1d574q9feSCqYGSFVOTuXM9gb_HYyZM2drmcpkvpRV-6Nv1xqGkP51J5ILBrm0QXXdnY/s1600/WhatsApp%20Image%202022-12-21%20at%2015.11.14.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1053" data-original-width="1600" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvmOsNdFjgcxJfa8XCY5vycqt4Ab0jcCZ_MrqvhkLfazsQJ13t6bPMbc-EewIckPrJUejkTrRJs04ylqgPiUroZ_kZ0Mea2lthUYtJ7JvcGZtl9E7VXsrK1d574q9feSCqYGSFVOTuXM9gb_HYyZM2drmcpkvpRV-6Nv1xqGkP51J5ILBrm0QXXdnY/s320/WhatsApp%20Image%202022-12-21%20at%2015.11.14.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Mil cores tem a minha alma,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">arco-íris depois da chuva, bandeiras</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">desassossegadas, tremulas no ar.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Inquieta não cabe na página em branco,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">se mistura com rabiscos, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">não se deixa domar.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>Fátima e Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11362657653783746840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417498300806580268.post-45621339797442021562022-12-21T14:21:00.002-08:002022-12-21T14:21:33.841-08:00Flores<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyJWWrd92IzTPYIo416NAx95O1UB7h8eDjPOmg4lchFJeQgFHMqx6YS4V3CzrwsNbJxn1t3qsfuG-L3WdMfxb0nNOtJRLCQdGHNvXxqEcBzuiG6oql7kXe4K8L3rdI3NZrt0s06A63ji62xFlhgVclWfPtZAkOmhnoF7RK5d3TTTA42DPX9sIU9KOK/s1024/mirtilos.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="1024" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyJWWrd92IzTPYIo416NAx95O1UB7h8eDjPOmg4lchFJeQgFHMqx6YS4V3CzrwsNbJxn1t3qsfuG-L3WdMfxb0nNOtJRLCQdGHNvXxqEcBzuiG6oql7kXe4K8L3rdI3NZrt0s06A63ji62xFlhgVclWfPtZAkOmhnoF7RK5d3TTTA42DPX9sIU9KOK/s320/mirtilos.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Nascem flores nos meus olhos,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> com minhas lágrimas as hidrato</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">aos poucos vão crescendo.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>Fátima e Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11362657653783746840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417498300806580268.post-65289096338163151292022-12-12T11:58:00.000-08:002022-12-12T11:58:00.835-08:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYIvqxoG7t5u8b3NjvpjJndRkLD16RNREjc7nFZs92U8WljwnrmrvtasyQX8_8YtCk_Sj9JFPKhcpzc8Lo70dNWDouLt8InirBjtWphCHrHStV02nhdZ8SAFuq0YDQnp6PtiMvYhb08ju2vtxaCANM6wkZ1jgGamBhxkNDiniiSLPJgAzLdC1CJmkZ/s1470/WhatsApp%20Image%202022-12-10%20at%2009.10.26.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1047" data-original-width="1470" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYIvqxoG7t5u8b3NjvpjJndRkLD16RNREjc7nFZs92U8WljwnrmrvtasyQX8_8YtCk_Sj9JFPKhcpzc8Lo70dNWDouLt8InirBjtWphCHrHStV02nhdZ8SAFuq0YDQnp6PtiMvYhb08ju2vtxaCANM6wkZ1jgGamBhxkNDiniiSLPJgAzLdC1CJmkZ/s320/WhatsApp%20Image%202022-12-10%20at%2009.10.26.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Fátima e Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11362657653783746840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417498300806580268.post-35505830825304191552022-11-19T07:29:00.004-08:002022-11-25T04:56:08.126-08:00Nita<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPQvqhV4D3-kqmzXbag530PPvDXC2anh3oOQbvxwjTHpb4_qRRBP3Su8lLAWUWBGmIXGSglR8Ta56lOHy6G01hNhGcPRYSeVPbQ_T69eePFdFNA72hBDbQFtcrJaFWJrJ9LZOzYfSEnwlw84B7tON4jFunfr-eD59WDapcVRyzG35FqXZeHiRSIH4x/s1600/WhatsApp%20Image%202022-11-18%20at%2012.05.22%20(1).jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1443" data-original-width="1600" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPQvqhV4D3-kqmzXbag530PPvDXC2anh3oOQbvxwjTHpb4_qRRBP3Su8lLAWUWBGmIXGSglR8Ta56lOHy6G01hNhGcPRYSeVPbQ_T69eePFdFNA72hBDbQFtcrJaFWJrJ9LZOzYfSEnwlw84B7tON4jFunfr-eD59WDapcVRyzG35FqXZeHiRSIH4x/s320/WhatsApp%20Image%202022-11-18%20at%2012.05.22%20(1).jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Nita é o nome da sua mãe,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">mas poderia ser o nome da minha, da tua</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">ou de outras milhares de mães.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Já para a doçura no olhar da filha, quero acreditar</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> que seria o mesmo, no olhar</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">de outros tantos filhos.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Contrasta a timidez do sorriso, com a força</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">do braço e entre os dois</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">permeia o amor de mãe.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Eterno!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div>Versão 2<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Mãe trago tatuado na memória,</div><div>teu sorriso, tua força, tuas palavras,</div><div>em meu corpo a ausência do seu abraço.</div><div><br /></div><div>Mas o mundo não é perfeito, não</div><div>é mesmo?</div><div>Por que você seria?</div><div>Tê-la assim, imperfeita mãe, me fez</div><div>descobrir agora, que você foi</div><div>perfeita para mim.<br /> <p></p></div>Fátima e Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11362657653783746840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417498300806580268.post-38910473433121534662022-11-13T16:51:00.001-08:002022-11-15T11:28:48.705-08:00Simplesmente flores...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8EF48OboNtTSoE5w32rhmP91V0fnVzgIY6NEPWIQDk3vzyABrQjGy8b41w96-sDxuteGanWZnkEHJrWRLw4JIiNi6c6y9AMVXPVuCij5zAU09dGTm8mlxAgsiL0XfO3P-xCaibyCFKpwFZUcrQ22uRWSHtiZxbWyMEfcnkZBMDRhOxzxB9Uzef2aJ/s1032/WhatsApp%20Image%202022-11-13%20at%2013.07.14.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1032" data-original-width="581" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8EF48OboNtTSoE5w32rhmP91V0fnVzgIY6NEPWIQDk3vzyABrQjGy8b41w96-sDxuteGanWZnkEHJrWRLw4JIiNi6c6y9AMVXPVuCij5zAU09dGTm8mlxAgsiL0XfO3P-xCaibyCFKpwFZUcrQ22uRWSHtiZxbWyMEfcnkZBMDRhOxzxB9Uzef2aJ/s320/WhatsApp%20Image%202022-11-13%20at%2013.07.14.jpeg" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ah! se tudo fossem só flores,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">se ela nos levasse a viajar através</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">do seu perfume.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Eu pegaria o primeiro ramo e faria de todas</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">as minhas primaveras.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Uma infindável viagem...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Renasceria em cada estação do ano,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">sendo uma hora branca, outra amarela,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">uma desbotada lilás.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Mas em todas elas, eu seria eu,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">apenas eu.</div><br /> <p></p>Fátima e Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11362657653783746840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417498300806580268.post-3037126531394773332022-11-11T08:33:00.003-08:002022-11-11T09:38:18.868-08:00Equilibrista<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLkvR3VsKW-LjlNfXb8UVGkVPgb1LlUn98J_d1yUDu6mmcHyhNv-jI0wCgZfFZtjKynYabSfthxsaN-zmEDMR1w8AWL_tPL9BJu0aaDCLLtVapq5kd9ZHKcGYWphDF1t20gfdlF0_Wn5tlko3yuu6oQSXBvNH0NY0rYqTUgzNzwYZ2jdmsv3PPuDpe/s1600/WhatsApp%20Image%202022-11-11%20at%2013.31.01.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLkvR3VsKW-LjlNfXb8UVGkVPgb1LlUn98J_d1yUDu6mmcHyhNv-jI0wCgZfFZtjKynYabSfthxsaN-zmEDMR1w8AWL_tPL9BJu0aaDCLLtVapq5kd9ZHKcGYWphDF1t20gfdlF0_Wn5tlko3yuu6oQSXBvNH0NY0rYqTUgzNzwYZ2jdmsv3PPuDpe/s320/WhatsApp%20Image%202022-11-11%20at%2013.31.01.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Equilibro-me a todo instante, viver na corda</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">bamba virou rotina, não existem prioridades</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">tudo carece de urgência.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div> Urgência para amar, para resgatar sorrisos que<div> não foram dados, abraços que não foram ganhos,</div><div> dívidas que não foram pagas.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> Mas em contrapartida ao medo que me toma,</div><div> aqui em cima, vejo lá embaixo duas mãos</div><div> estendidas, amiga da equilibrista!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><p></p></div><div> </div></div>Fátima e Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11362657653783746840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417498300806580268.post-56024560239294813652022-11-11T08:30:00.002-08:002022-11-11T09:17:13.546-08:00Olhar<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgICJpl97yypEJNJdbqnK8bzOsmuZzq6aI3QBeVFEYs435V6PtS-v8C-D7QAfUgWiq6xLD5zMs9AwhZY6EMxk0HDu5EX3h-OZ9R0PK__jlg7upnGdDKY0bnIA1cc646MQbfCFShhB0vYih_FBUOC6diHkPsH1OiHGJftKqD_CVUAzYvkrvMx7qCJeSo/s1089/WhatsApp%20Image%202022-11-11%20at%2013.25.39.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1089" data-original-width="737" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgICJpl97yypEJNJdbqnK8bzOsmuZzq6aI3QBeVFEYs435V6PtS-v8C-D7QAfUgWiq6xLD5zMs9AwhZY6EMxk0HDu5EX3h-OZ9R0PK__jlg7upnGdDKY0bnIA1cc646MQbfCFShhB0vYih_FBUOC6diHkPsH1OiHGJftKqD_CVUAzYvkrvMx7qCJeSo/s320/WhatsApp%20Image%202022-11-11%20at%2013.25.39.jpeg" width="217" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">O que vejo lá fora, não me assusta, minhas raízes fincadas em meu próprio chão</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">deixa-me confortável, para olhar para todos os lados. Vejo tudo devagar, sem pressa,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">quantas descobertas, quantas cores diferentes da minha.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">É um movimento incessante de seres alienígenas, tão coloridos como </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">a minha própria espécie, uns alegres parecem florescer a cada instante,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">outros carecem de energia, parecem debilitados a cada passo.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Não me canso de observar este mundo a procura de um lugar,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">que emane a mesma paz que existe no meu, o que encontro</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">são apenas, meros segundos da paz que eu conheço.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sinto pesar, porque são poucos que voltaram o olhar ou</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">esboçaram um sorriso, quando passaram por mim,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">sequer sentiram o doce perfume que exalo.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>Fátima e Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11362657653783746840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417498300806580268.post-54762532818840940142022-11-03T15:31:00.002-07:002022-11-05T18:46:27.149-07:00Menina<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhegWQEGbyGzh33oTRhqCTHdpe_yjNbGPWqYOtszmqMyzS9Das9SIJMgMHwW0CjH5iGrQm63t8GvzCB1VD3DKu1a2XIGZRe8ElPFcsIqu2OYGBb82fydaj9EM6PmecBvedqOlkr2zj6GkXH5Brq6yhBJkYEL-GSeLThzIW0Xc2JXDhEOjW-xyPqhx6L/s1600/WhatsApp%20Image%202022-11-03%20at%2019.27.02.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1254" data-original-width="1600" height="251" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhegWQEGbyGzh33oTRhqCTHdpe_yjNbGPWqYOtszmqMyzS9Das9SIJMgMHwW0CjH5iGrQm63t8GvzCB1VD3DKu1a2XIGZRe8ElPFcsIqu2OYGBb82fydaj9EM6PmecBvedqOlkr2zj6GkXH5Brq6yhBJkYEL-GSeLThzIW0Xc2JXDhEOjW-xyPqhx6L/s320/WhatsApp%20Image%202022-11-03%20at%2019.27.02.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> Menina magrela, o vento zomba de ti,<div> brinca com os teus cabelos, uma hora</div><div>pensa grande em outra pensa pequeno.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ah! menina</div><div><br /></div><div>Tão frágil, tão bela, rodopia sem parar,</div><div>até que por ordem da mãe, deixa de sonhar.</div><div>Ah! menina quem me dera, poder te contar</div><div>agora que hoje você floresceu, e não é</div><div>só uma menina magrela.</div><div><br /></div><div>Uma mulher nasceu!<br /><p></p><div><br /></div></div>Fátima e Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11362657653783746840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417498300806580268.post-22472041256612894882022-11-03T09:20:00.002-07:002022-11-03T10:15:23.845-07:00Espero<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirZixGEgvnNAM-uvdxyGPfP2qMwZI0PIRpyjM5MfAEGaLHqGsAH54IQ0c5iQ5S-qpZADmT7wMYHLBm4EZ8Z1vEF_1RfnidrP8Y5kkZPDsGzJvn2w6fNFD4CtZpK2gTD6nlY4GkHgcFmCk1-TNgQI-TNLptdeDID1pBDRVrFyNXCNbiouDMyU2_ZOjz/s1600/WhatsApp%20Image%202022-11-03%20at%2009.38.20.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirZixGEgvnNAM-uvdxyGPfP2qMwZI0PIRpyjM5MfAEGaLHqGsAH54IQ0c5iQ5S-qpZADmT7wMYHLBm4EZ8Z1vEF_1RfnidrP8Y5kkZPDsGzJvn2w6fNFD4CtZpK2gTD6nlY4GkHgcFmCk1-TNgQI-TNLptdeDID1pBDRVrFyNXCNbiouDMyU2_ZOjz/s320/WhatsApp%20Image%202022-11-03%20at%2009.38.20.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Desabrochar a flor, nascer uma ideia,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">a visita combinada, o nascer do sorriso,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">sem pressa, sem expectativa.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tudo acontece em seu devido tempo,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">aprendi com meus pais e também com</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">a esperança.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Espero sempre e tudo acontece</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">como a magia dos elfos e de certos</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">duendes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Fátima e Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11362657653783746840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417498300806580268.post-82960724894167956592022-11-03T09:19:00.002-07:002022-11-03T10:01:20.717-07:00Leveza<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmPMMrxBHUuQfplHXzUYPYIEDl7CrQcMRH0SGJ-cXgD5uOcvRXdCJpXiCtbjevmiT8u7TVKNgVn9EK-FC_T1k6_WlYtCZB1ES_Yoqk-MEv0GnDZsKgS6MMQrgrFvN7oOp6uL8LWrkd3LmDswuhJCEhCxuJzVMKnu6mZ0ZAcguKkREbZ8tEWErcP2oq/s1280/WhatsApp%20Image%202022-11-03%20at%2009.38.51.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="1068" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmPMMrxBHUuQfplHXzUYPYIEDl7CrQcMRH0SGJ-cXgD5uOcvRXdCJpXiCtbjevmiT8u7TVKNgVn9EK-FC_T1k6_WlYtCZB1ES_Yoqk-MEv0GnDZsKgS6MMQrgrFvN7oOp6uL8LWrkd3LmDswuhJCEhCxuJzVMKnu6mZ0ZAcguKkREbZ8tEWErcP2oq/s320/WhatsApp%20Image%202022-11-03%20at%2009.38.51.jpeg" width="267" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Me tira do eixo a leveza que enxergo</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">lá fora, quero estar lá, mas a janela</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">a transpor me mantém aqui dentro.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tampouco quero abrir, não estou só</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">e nunca estive, de manhã brinca o sol,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">a tarde me toma a preguiça.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">É só uma janela a me trazer</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">o prazer da contemplação</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">e a certeza da vida.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>Fátima e Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11362657653783746840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417498300806580268.post-75525256982568341862022-10-24T06:44:00.002-07:002022-11-03T09:39:41.329-07:00Coloridas<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwt5a5rrLSas5MnUIxHnehvx5YbpjaT2rbjagmFWS68gXapg7RYgbxhrBg6kdMpsMvyTFa-44r_oWu2igc_4e3ak4CJWWU_OTPCmeC7GvISw4AfWQ9cKvUlh823W9cOCfaEE2aeRWEP1xp3bb_5BsvgR_GuQvnp3qVbmSURLgJpEZrOvNuUxuFZIJ2/s3072/DSCF3118.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2304" data-original-width="3072" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwt5a5rrLSas5MnUIxHnehvx5YbpjaT2rbjagmFWS68gXapg7RYgbxhrBg6kdMpsMvyTFa-44r_oWu2igc_4e3ak4CJWWU_OTPCmeC7GvISw4AfWQ9cKvUlh823W9cOCfaEE2aeRWEP1xp3bb_5BsvgR_GuQvnp3qVbmSURLgJpEZrOvNuUxuFZIJ2/s320/DSCF3118.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /> Coloridas, grandes ou pequenas,</span></b><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">passamos por elas todos os dias, e</span></b><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">mesmo estando sempre nos mesmos lugares</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">nos trazem um novo encantamento e a curiosidade</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">em saber o que existe do outro lado delas.</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Janelas!</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Fátima e Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11362657653783746840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417498300806580268.post-84117321004525112732022-10-24T06:40:00.007-07:002022-10-24T19:39:54.394-07:00Construção!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiFk5NaCkI4Bay9VALzYuQJBe_zwncQLmHwMIlgiGiPv16pd_pqIe0Se9cpAshhYFJy5zlwLeEanpzQ9I-UiDEE7PmOWf8xU63Z7Qwy7S7d5u2Kmwknx1dKBB-kDP_f2eue2sx0hS8XK2dUDwU_902r9vnS989TgNfjvvypkwSdrBwMqWUQg-JAMdt/s960/luciafoto.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="960" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiFk5NaCkI4Bay9VALzYuQJBe_zwncQLmHwMIlgiGiPv16pd_pqIe0Se9cpAshhYFJy5zlwLeEanpzQ9I-UiDEE7PmOWf8xU63Z7Qwy7S7d5u2Kmwknx1dKBB-kDP_f2eue2sx0hS8XK2dUDwU_902r9vnS989TgNfjvvypkwSdrBwMqWUQg-JAMdt/s320/luciafoto.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ouço, mas permaneço calada, amo mesmo desencantada,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">as palavras tomam conta de mim,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">brincam de esconde, esconde, de tecer tramas,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">dramas e disgramas.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">E quando chegam destemperadas, insinuantes</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">no âmago de minha alma, me fazem</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">escrever, escrever, escrever...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Assim me construo, na desconstrução</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">de tudo que ouço, aos poucos</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">a página em branco ganha vida,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">e eu grito o silêncio, a solidão</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">e a vontade de ser lida.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div> <p></p>Fátima e Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11362657653783746840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417498300806580268.post-51790275351617192842022-10-06T16:42:00.003-07:002022-10-18T17:52:32.464-07:00Renascer<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjevq3gnqcJOhH7UVSREuBC1HfJfknKZIHBvKF4X3nlfAKFfD7tIwF_NQu4gh2ElpwoNuVtwOZaRGAwhCR8QmWRS4SFOgbjS1QwdyFNhzR558u7bR6_ONsdGQiipvqs3XVL6_MYD8qFPAUAAHsqK7HdNT8cpXOyqRfb8emDpCh6vHWu3SvHAol_EF4j/s3754/folhas%20secas.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3754" data-original-width="2530" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjevq3gnqcJOhH7UVSREuBC1HfJfknKZIHBvKF4X3nlfAKFfD7tIwF_NQu4gh2ElpwoNuVtwOZaRGAwhCR8QmWRS4SFOgbjS1QwdyFNhzR558u7bR6_ONsdGQiipvqs3XVL6_MYD8qFPAUAAHsqK7HdNT8cpXOyqRfb8emDpCh6vHWu3SvHAol_EF4j/w304-h450/folhas%20secas.jpg" width="304" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Natureza esplêndida, mesmo </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">quando pensamos </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">estar morta, nos mostra</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">a beleza do renascimento </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">e reforça a fé que em tudo há vida,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> só nos falta ver.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>Fátima e Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11362657653783746840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417498300806580268.post-2899302725247020012022-10-06T16:21:00.003-07:002022-10-18T17:53:13.690-07:00Meu pequeno!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU4r_eiViqRlf4T32dNArTx6It3wwbIhTOPaO-uCu3i5Vm96GNQPAJWm8x6PgUR9aZImBVmJxckdx1yZxOS4RrdLJAK1ORUO4CLS1N7o81bE7-nt7Y_bOztC_0adS84gC2gHoDU8kDVsaPxhcUFmj9xOz_7vvzuz-jHBgRCQfiygxryfDtgeWdfIE5/s4032/20190920_121714.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="393" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU4r_eiViqRlf4T32dNArTx6It3wwbIhTOPaO-uCu3i5Vm96GNQPAJWm8x6PgUR9aZImBVmJxckdx1yZxOS4RrdLJAK1ORUO4CLS1N7o81bE7-nt7Y_bOztC_0adS84gC2gHoDU8kDVsaPxhcUFmj9xOz_7vvzuz-jHBgRCQfiygxryfDtgeWdfIE5/w295-h393/20190920_121714.jpg" width="295" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Não consigo me imaginar nas manhãs</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">e não ouvir os gritinhos insistentes</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de um ser pedindo para entrar</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">na minha cozinha.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ele é o maestro de mais nove companheiros,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">cada qual qual com sua própria mania,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">cinzas, amarelos, canelas,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">todos meus queridinhos</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Tem o ranzinza, o brigão, a doce</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">a não me toque, mas todos</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">tem lugar em meu coração.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de mãezinha.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div> <p></p>Fátima e Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11362657653783746840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417498300806580268.post-7825191914057075952022-10-06T16:09:00.001-07:002022-10-18T17:53:47.186-07:00Sorte<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> quantos cafezinhos</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">já tomado?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">em tua casa e na minha, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">nos intervalos da faculdade.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Cafezinhos na visita a Pinacoteca, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">depois do passeio na feira, antes</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de chegarmos ao teatro.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Foram muitos cafezinhos e com eles</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">boas gargalhadas, momentos de tensão</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">só quando quente nossos</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">cafezinhos.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mesmo assim, ente um assopro e outro</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">novos assuntos surgiam, e a prosa brotava</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">como água jorrando na mina.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>Fátima e Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11362657653783746840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417498300806580268.post-81316178070289468072022-10-04T16:22:00.003-07:002022-10-18T17:54:37.163-07:00Minha missão.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Um-ez093A6_DiBss-29Ge99QdNQ56fn18LQsU-pGArypSQQGv6jlMAlMfQSmxD_aD9ca6bXDCptTXOzVmmS2CTjKfQh1NQat67hELPX2dcSJzpXwFIzD8XNzINP8p03Jr0ZTEVpeLy1mrAZVsbYdpcnmy6rR7m8VlOOMKxvZ2OQFy5cEEU93ZGpm/s4032/cruz.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="372" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Um-ez093A6_DiBss-29Ge99QdNQ56fn18LQsU-pGArypSQQGv6jlMAlMfQSmxD_aD9ca6bXDCptTXOzVmmS2CTjKfQh1NQat67hELPX2dcSJzpXwFIzD8XNzINP8p03Jr0ZTEVpeLy1mrAZVsbYdpcnmy6rR7m8VlOOMKxvZ2OQFy5cEEU93ZGpm/w279-h372/cruz.jpg" width="279" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">O<span style="font-size: medium;">u minha atribuição, incumbência, meus cuidados,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">assim vejo minha vida, mesmo nos</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">momentos mais difíceis.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Nunca como o peso que uma cruz nos remete,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">viver é nos tornarmos fortes como o ferro</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">e delicados como uma flor.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">O tempo deixa marcas no ferro exposto,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">a vida deixa marcas em nosso corpo,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">porém ambos sobrevivem.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>Fátima e Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11362657653783746840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417498300806580268.post-55494304425231076302022-10-04T15:47:00.001-07:002022-10-18T17:55:53.110-07:00Tagarelas!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkpXeYqGq6_P00jbcydyG7y-9GQqBZH14NRVg6YsRN_x83h4PbySxp_bLZOhH0hIwx5x_r5jfrRPupbX50SaJxxcnK0g8KhZ1Jh2hMPTIxtl_1UAjSiKPg1M8OIUeHnVHrPQ7q4hPN7TFdLsjmsXz4fYn95J67CvQBB-rLtsaEdKSKR38imQwf4kq6/s3050/Banana.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3050" data-original-width="2352" height="415" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkpXeYqGq6_P00jbcydyG7y-9GQqBZH14NRVg6YsRN_x83h4PbySxp_bLZOhH0hIwx5x_r5jfrRPupbX50SaJxxcnK0g8KhZ1Jh2hMPTIxtl_1UAjSiKPg1M8OIUeHnVHrPQ7q4hPN7TFdLsjmsXz4fYn95J67CvQBB-rLtsaEdKSKR38imQwf4kq6/w320-h415/Banana.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Conversar cura!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Nem sempre tagarelar é conversa fiada,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">é tão bom bater papo com amigas,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">nascem ideias, renascem lembranças, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">morrem dúvidas.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Não importa a que distância </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">estejamos, o timbre da voz, o som das risadas,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">a preocupação que uma informação</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">noz traz.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Tudo se dilui, nos conforta quando realmente</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">nos entregamos ao diálogo previamente marcado</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ou o espontâneo de uma ligação.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Conversar enriquece!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Nos tinge de vários matizes, verde de esperança,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">azul da calmaria ou o vermelho</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">da paixão.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Saímos transformadas ou ainda mais</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">inspiradas, ricas mesmo depois de uma</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">conversa.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">E conversa vai, conversa vem, o tempo</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">nos leva ao passado presente, porque</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">é no agora que vivemos</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">tal encantamento.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /> </span><p></p>Fátima e Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11362657653783746840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417498300806580268.post-50460929997898080702022-07-25T06:07:00.000-07:002022-07-25T06:07:50.471-07:00Minha janela tem alma?<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk0PO4rKNe0S9410R95uwa3IVxfu5oOrcExTwOcFWmzvDcrMdHTz99LJK28xzPuGQWAxuF4M6zQDzCt9GQjssZXSdRWe4OVCX10GML_cAh_pbnfjr0DBZbUVLevIBzWsvCBHSNrfEWtpMlHqUnVbMukL0ILvVwD6OWkCM_pyG8D7mdh1KkcpZWw7rx/s1273/WhatsApp%20Image%202022-07-24%20at%2009.25.11.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="892" data-original-width="1273" height="346" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk0PO4rKNe0S9410R95uwa3IVxfu5oOrcExTwOcFWmzvDcrMdHTz99LJK28xzPuGQWAxuF4M6zQDzCt9GQjssZXSdRWe4OVCX10GML_cAh_pbnfjr0DBZbUVLevIBzWsvCBHSNrfEWtpMlHqUnVbMukL0ILvVwD6OWkCM_pyG8D7mdh1KkcpZWw7rx/w494-h346/WhatsApp%20Image%202022-07-24%20at%2009.25.11.jpeg" width="494" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ou minha alma é uma janela?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">delicada, sutil, viva, assim me vejo,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">assim me sinto, alheia as intempéries da vida.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sigo brotando, as vezes tímida, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">as vezes com uma força avassaladora</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">minhas raízes ainda são novas.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Mas já fizeram história no chão árido</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">percorrido antes pelos meus ancestrais,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">não estou só, não estiveram sós.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Somos galhos, somos folhas, somos cores</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">cada um em seu espaço, seja ele diminuto</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">ou favorável para ficarmos em pé.</div><br /> <p></p>Fátima e Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11362657653783746840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417498300806580268.post-89409130276093788292022-04-13T16:41:00.001-07:002022-04-13T16:41:11.084-07:00A de amor.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguBKMo1chS9LvwJynh5MRPMBg8bHA6NuW41k2hN7SnhWE5V43rMziqrRj9Wo_zxwSBn9bbzz5kg1StihhlYmX9gZb1x4vTcaVFmSroLotyebBB9mLg204bT5j8RpWH9Oa5p04ldIlC6EoeDiNjWK8AwqDT4ZOa78-zGoB79_FJYeW7pNNaZraY54wA/s3004/IMG_20200920_193159_421.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3004" data-original-width="3004" height="395" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguBKMo1chS9LvwJynh5MRPMBg8bHA6NuW41k2hN7SnhWE5V43rMziqrRj9Wo_zxwSBn9bbzz5kg1StihhlYmX9gZb1x4vTcaVFmSroLotyebBB9mLg204bT5j8RpWH9Oa5p04ldIlC6EoeDiNjWK8AwqDT4ZOa78-zGoB79_FJYeW7pNNaZraY54wA/w395-h395/IMG_20200920_193159_421.jpg" width="395" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A no começo ou a no final,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A de amor, tem a no rancor,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Amizade começa com a,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Maravilhosa termina com a.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A de magia, da descoberta,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">da caminhada, da travessia, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">tem a na bacia da minha tia.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Avó tão querida, tem a na ferida,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">na dor e na despedida, tem a</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">na cozinha da tia Dita.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Criança birrenta, tem a na polenta</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">não há quem não ame um</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> sorriso e água benta.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>Fátima e Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11362657653783746840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417498300806580268.post-58415338438307772782022-04-13T16:18:00.002-07:002022-04-13T16:18:37.332-07:00Temperança!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDkAoHDrJf_iGiYyZ_AqBBVp3Ook-YyNKWH2gi7Qh6aXBHRGSKaMbEqTGgulDFo5oIbNOpNpzAAM1MMiBRkmtpC-st66yMroaSQrA2wn8xfELQFiLIvn3J8BWtRJNK-FwAfEWRCSkJ5nCUpteoZ5M7wuzX-8fA-JbZTljhpmJh6wOnDX7PqPyuZEN5/s3773/20200727_130451.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2071" data-original-width="3773" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDkAoHDrJf_iGiYyZ_AqBBVp3Ook-YyNKWH2gi7Qh6aXBHRGSKaMbEqTGgulDFo5oIbNOpNpzAAM1MMiBRkmtpC-st66yMroaSQrA2wn8xfELQFiLIvn3J8BWtRJNK-FwAfEWRCSkJ5nCUpteoZ5M7wuzX-8fA-JbZTljhpmJh6wOnDX7PqPyuZEN5/w517-h284/20200727_130451.jpg" width="517" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Fátima e Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11362657653783746840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417498300806580268.post-42317133496721042632022-04-13T16:17:00.003-07:002022-04-13T16:18:56.970-07:00No quintal da minha Vó!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-MxIS9ye1Zjaz6P7OaUCcsaVje0kG0rgYp_hshUjVt9QhdgJN3Hjmt2oJ0ydAEGatr7vVGvh1nxpbYi0ORXUrFEZ0jMSY90upXhnHD12OOMRXjuuZ0EThfcaTtRP6VnwUcdgip1sL2LRcJ6YNITNPZ94Z3DxkO2bVLrJ_zLpSiNsOCFYHPzSdsTEt/s4032/20191026_110758.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="349" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-MxIS9ye1Zjaz6P7OaUCcsaVje0kG0rgYp_hshUjVt9QhdgJN3Hjmt2oJ0ydAEGatr7vVGvh1nxpbYi0ORXUrFEZ0jMSY90upXhnHD12OOMRXjuuZ0EThfcaTtRP6VnwUcdgip1sL2LRcJ6YNITNPZ94Z3DxkO2bVLrJ_zLpSiNsOCFYHPzSdsTEt/w466-h349/20191026_110758.jpg" width="466" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Fátima e Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11362657653783746840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417498300806580268.post-52530678942707853292022-04-13T16:16:00.001-07:002022-04-13T16:16:39.375-07:00Templo<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRn5VWZfepdWdCugVeDz0AzdCyhWznFuUJJkNEFbrs2etZcM8IlDxjsrRmN6TsvmeGnEt0NX2bc8dh6N-Ga-k14T_AQmIf4bySI3fEJa-5rgaKV7rP8qm8h9JCW9CjWzyIzK1AJ9snnsOdB-FbT2fHJ72aHF4vd3TZxWFBpQ3sVRODEQhOO-C9V8Ef/s4032/20190920_150408.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="411" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRn5VWZfepdWdCugVeDz0AzdCyhWznFuUJJkNEFbrs2etZcM8IlDxjsrRmN6TsvmeGnEt0NX2bc8dh6N-Ga-k14T_AQmIf4bySI3fEJa-5rgaKV7rP8qm8h9JCW9CjWzyIzK1AJ9snnsOdB-FbT2fHJ72aHF4vd3TZxWFBpQ3sVRODEQhOO-C9V8Ef/w308-h411/20190920_150408.jpg" width="308" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Fátima e Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11362657653783746840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417498300806580268.post-79752119437000703562022-04-13T16:14:00.003-07:002022-11-05T19:02:24.466-07:00Nascer<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhURCQK9Fg5s_sty22Nc6SPspbGVz696XD01ViMjipIdopHhrys_NMiTpejxeCs7QcvK8jQ1_Di_hgPF-dPz0w-EociEpRM988piUkCctdSj3cm0oA0fD7yAqcDtm70jXDzWooLR5UX1_IhNwPws5ucsQRU_tE4oYQ3jaPnIRiB061MsCpZ8EiYMRyZ/s2612/20210628_124436.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2612" data-original-width="1899" height="401" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhURCQK9Fg5s_sty22Nc6SPspbGVz696XD01ViMjipIdopHhrys_NMiTpejxeCs7QcvK8jQ1_Di_hgPF-dPz0w-EociEpRM988piUkCctdSj3cm0oA0fD7yAqcDtm70jXDzWooLR5UX1_IhNwPws5ucsQRU_tE4oYQ3jaPnIRiB061MsCpZ8EiYMRyZ/w292-h401/20210628_124436.jpg" width="292" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">No instante em que nasci, brotou em mim</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">uma força delicada que me fez jorrar</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">as primeiras lágrimas.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Não sabia que nascer, seria um eterno</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">renascer a cada instante para</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">um mundo indiferente,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">mas que se faz de gigante.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>Fátima e Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11362657653783746840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417498300806580268.post-35750551974293604912022-04-11T16:02:00.024-07:002022-04-11T16:02:00.152-07:00Beleza.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Fátima e Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11362657653783746840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417498300806580268.post-86895577332429610322022-04-11T15:48:00.001-07:002022-04-11T15:49:26.814-07:00Somos tudo o que há!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT-f4UGzlQyeyLXnpFL77Pq47oKeo0qqc3l_2itu8IKKm6O2wxb5PyAbcY2EYVlapPrpV3KsriDuYlHyo_DXv0fZrwISmhNXHuVCGlwt4hG86sb1BmeLgx-LQ4qHz6mjauft85DFTqGw0LLTWkn0RmeLxgFhuNkWDMQqxciqyW6tuaJEJN67tt-338/s2731/20210604_154616.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2731" data-original-width="2153" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT-f4UGzlQyeyLXnpFL77Pq47oKeo0qqc3l_2itu8IKKm6O2wxb5PyAbcY2EYVlapPrpV3KsriDuYlHyo_DXv0fZrwISmhNXHuVCGlwt4hG86sb1BmeLgx-LQ4qHz6mjauft85DFTqGw0LLTWkn0RmeLxgFhuNkWDMQqxciqyW6tuaJEJN67tt-338/s320/20210604_154616.jpg" width="252" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ao me perguntar o que será? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Minha mente voa, passeia, busca, tagarela consigo mesma.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Já vi igual! Será? Me remete a água, bombeiros, carrossel, brinquedos,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">brincadeiras.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Força, manejo, traquejo, pedreiro...mandala? Coisas inacabadas, sem sutilezas,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">estou aqui na marra...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Qual será sua função final, mas se eu não sei, não tem a menor importância,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">tudo existe, tudo tem energia, tudo é um só.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sendo assim, escolho ser a parte amarela, que vê o mundo através das janelinhas</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">azuis.</div><br /> <p></p>Fátima e Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11362657653783746840noreply@blogger.com0