tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28469918586585960802024-03-12T18:15:00.442-07:00Poemas esparsosPoemas esparsoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01661864193653644834noreply@blogger.comBlogger109125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846991858658596080.post-69475999885876232832012-08-08T06:21:00.003-07:002012-08-08T06:24:37.079-07:00<span class="hasCaption">#<br /> <br /> </span><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Hoje, eu não quero ver o sol</span></b></h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> vou prá noite, tudo vai rolar</span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> O meu coração é só um desejo de prazer</span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Não quer flor, não quer saber de espinho</span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Mas se você quiser tudo pode acontecer no caminho</span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Mas se você quiser sou pedra, flor, espinho</span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Automóveis piscam os seus faróis</span> </h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Sexo nas esquinas, violentas paixões</span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Não me diga não, não me diga o que fazer</span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Não me fale, não me fale de você (Fale de você, fale de você)</span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Mas se você quiser, eu bebo o seu vinho</span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Mas se você quiser sou pedra, flor e espinho</span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Eu quero te ter</span> </h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Não me venha falar de medo</span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Não me diga não</span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Olhos negros, olhos negros</span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Eu quero ver você</span> </h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Ser o seu maior brinquedo</span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Te satisfazer</span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Olhos negros, olhos negros</span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Olhos que procuram em silêncio</span> </h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Ver nas coisas, cores irreais</span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> O seu instinto, é o meu desejo mais puro</span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Esse seu ar obscuro</span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Meu objeto de prazer</span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Mas se você quiser, eu bebo o seu vinho</span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Mas se você quiser sou pedra, flor, espinho</span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Eu quero te ter</span> </h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Não me venha falar de medo</span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Não de me diga não</span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Olhos negros, olhos negros</span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Eu quero ver você</span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Ser o seu maior brinquedo</span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Te satisfazer</span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Olhos negros, olhos negros</span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Pedra, Flor, Espinho - Barão Vermelho ]</span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span class="hasCaption">Eu gosto do impossível, tenho medo do provável,
dou risada do ridículo e choro porque tenho vontade, mas nem sempre
tenho motivo.<br /> Tenho um sorriso confiante que as vezes não demonstra o tanto de insegurança por trás dele.<br /> Sou inconstante e talvez imprevisível.<br />
Não gosto de rotina. Eu amo de verdade aqueles pra quem eu digo isso, e
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Nem sempre coloco em prática aquilo que eu julgo certo.<br />
São poucas as pessoas pra quem eu me explico...<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 18px;">"Quem já viu moça tanto sentimento assim </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 18px;">Onde é que você vai chegar </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 18px;">São esses amores loucos e soltos que nos tomam a alma</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 18px;">Mais dizem que esses sentimentos machucam, nos fere e amargam</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 18px;">Mais não é suficiente a dor para quem carrega tanto amor</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 18px;">É preciso entender tanta coisa nesse jogo de amar</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 18px;">Ai então decidimos que nessas horas ninguém mais pode optar</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 18px;">É se lançar e esperar nunca naufragar "</span></div>
</div>Poemas esparsoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01661864193653644834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846991858658596080.post-34762306865426624402012-01-31T19:29:00.000-08:002012-02-01T19:51:23.756-08:00Amor - Vinicius de Moraes<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"> <i><b> <span style="color: white;"> Amor</span></b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>Vamos brincar, amor? vamos jogar peteca </b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>Vamos atrapalhar os outros, amor, vamos sair correndo </b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>Vamos subir no elevador, vamos sofrer calmamente e sem precipitação? </b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>Vamos sofrer, amor? males da alma, perigos </b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>Dores de má fama íntimas como as chagas de Cristo </b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>Vamos, amor? vamos tomar porre de absinto </b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>Vamos tomar porre de coisa bem esquisita, vamos </b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>Fingir que hoje é domingo, vamos ver </b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>O afogado na praia, vamos correr atrás do batalhão? </b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>Vamos, amor, tomar thé na Cavé com madame de Sevignée </b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>Vamos roubar laranja, falar nome, vamos inventar </b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>Vamos criar beijo novo, carinho novo, vamos visitar N. S. do Parto? </b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>Vamos, amor? vamos nos persuadir imensamente dos acontecimentos </b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>Vamos fazer neném dormir, botar ele no urinol </b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>Vamos, amor? </b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>Porque excessivamente grave é a Vida.</b></i></span>Poemas esparsoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01661864193653644834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846991858658596080.post-68289995993129805132012-01-18T07:58:00.000-08:002012-01-18T07:58:30.036-08:00Carlos Drummond de Andrade - Memória<br />
<span style="color: cyan; font-size: x-large;">Memória</span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan; font-size: x-large;">Amar o perdido</span><br />
<span style="color: cyan; font-size: x-large;">deixa confundido</span><br />
<span style="color: cyan; font-size: x-large;">este coração.</span><br />
<span style="color: cyan; font-size: x-large;">Nada pode o olvido</span><br />
<span style="color: cyan; font-size: x-large;">contra o sem sentido</span><br />
<span style="color: cyan; font-size: x-large;">apelo do Não.</span><br />
<span style="color: cyan; font-size: x-large;">As coisas tangíveis</span><br />
<span style="color: cyan; font-size: x-large;">tornam-se insensíveis</span><br />
<span style="color: cyan; font-size: x-large;">à palma da mão.</span><br />
<span style="color: cyan; font-size: x-large;">Mas as coisas findas,</span><br />
<span style="color: cyan; font-size: x-large;">muito mais que lindas,</span><br />
<span style="color: cyan; font-size: x-large;">essas ficarão. </span><br />Poemas esparsoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01661864193653644834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846991858658596080.post-56618633655532724332012-01-18T07:56:00.000-08:002012-01-18T07:56:25.148-08:00Silêncio - Carla<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: white;"><i>Silêncio </i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i>- E assim se abrem os horizontes </i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i>No momento em que tudo é nada </i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i>O silêncio te invade.</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;">Eu sei, que na verdade eu não consigo entender o nosso amor</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;">Que o teu silêncio fala alto no meu peito</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">E que nós dois, estamos juntos na distân</span><span style="font-size: x-large;">cia</span></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;">Discrepância do destino! ♪</span>Poemas esparsoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01661864193653644834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846991858658596080.post-71246339424956841532012-01-18T07:50:00.000-08:002012-01-18T07:50:04.321-08:00^Clarice Lispector^<span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">"Não se pode andar nú,nem de corpo,nem de espírito."</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"> Clarice Lispector</span>Poemas esparsoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01661864193653644834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846991858658596080.post-60877960978181637612012-01-18T07:47:00.000-08:002012-01-18T07:47:25.095-08:00Regulamento - Flora Figueiredo<br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>Eu não juro nada</b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>por coisa alguma,</b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>pois que todo caminho </b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>é de incerteza.</b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>A ordem se desarruma,</b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>a história se desajeita,</b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>o arranjo troca e vira a mesa.</b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>Tampouco prometo.</b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>Nesse jogo de regras e tratos,</b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>rolam os dados,</b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>mudam os fatos,</b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>num ciclone célere, inclemente.</b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>Só o que posso fazer é me</b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>entregar completamente</b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>a toda causa que eu me dedicar,</b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>a cada tempo que eu puder viver,</b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>a cada amor que me fizer amar</b></i></span><br />
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<br /></div>Poemas esparsoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01661864193653644834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846991858658596080.post-31415759578733448852012-01-13T19:27:00.001-08:002012-01-13T19:30:10.141-08:00Carlos Drummond de Andrade, in 'As Impurezas do Branco'<br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i>Essas Coisas</i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i>«Você não está mais na idade </i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i>de sofrer por essas coisas.» </i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i>Há então a idade de sofrer </i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i>e a de não sofrer mais </i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i>por essas, essas coisas? </i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i>As coisas só deviam acontecer </i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i>para fazer sofrer </i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i>na idade própria de sofrer? </i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i>Ou não se devia sofrer </i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i>pelas coisas que causam sofrimento </i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i>pois vieram fora de hora, e a hora é calma? </i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i>E se não estou mais na idade de sofrer </i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i>é porque estou morto, e morto </i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i>é a idade de não sentir as coisas, essas coisas? </i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i>Carlos Drummond de Andrade, in 'As Impurezas do Branco'</i></span>Poemas esparsoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01661864193653644834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846991858658596080.post-38381866821287224382012-01-12T20:09:00.000-08:002012-01-12T20:09:15.367-08:00<br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>E quanto a mim, te quero, sim</b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>Vem dizer que você não sabe</b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>E quanto a mim, não é o fim</b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>Nem há razão pra que um dia acabe ^^</b></i></span><br />
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<br /></div>Poemas esparsoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01661864193653644834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846991858658596080.post-78244969723945347712012-01-12T20:04:00.000-08:002012-01-12T20:04:13.648-08:00Além Do Que Se Vê - Los Hermanos<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2EQ2I3udgXsYALHfztZ5rgVfR1JrHzw709IB6ihW3RsoIYznWF_bRhBmnCH8iXeeAXKw_KCeNr_AvYbB6VbpfW-MA2gX6Tch6JEAzmZY-fG68T_mwvZ_pIrzccJBxnwj9JBtg2DIpW9en/s1600/estrada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2EQ2I3udgXsYALHfztZ5rgVfR1JrHzw709IB6ihW3RsoIYznWF_bRhBmnCH8iXeeAXKw_KCeNr_AvYbB6VbpfW-MA2gX6Tch6JEAzmZY-fG68T_mwvZ_pIrzccJBxnwj9JBtg2DIpW9en/s400/estrada.jpg" width="400" /></a><span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i>"É preciso força pra sonhar e perceber</i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i>Que a estrada vai além do que se vê" \o/</i></span><br />
<span style="color: cyan; font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></span><br />Poemas esparsoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01661864193653644834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846991858658596080.post-27503486083074288302012-01-12T20:00:00.000-08:002012-01-12T20:01:06.178-08:00---------- [ LUA CHEIA] - Chico Buarque<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6WUZEyeMPN_gQAlsy4VV7KYvMm9ifffyGmm5kE9yu_AMXr71_n3goeo2QzvtcmO1okMqTKqIR5AJ9QnHnWQEcKDxFtNrFvpPZDyKVG8cAGWSBNeO2pbnoT7X8pUfbLyWNgU0r3cgBcagZ/s1600/aZZas.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6WUZEyeMPN_gQAlsy4VV7KYvMm9ifffyGmm5kE9yu_AMXr71_n3goeo2QzvtcmO1okMqTKqIR5AJ9QnHnWQEcKDxFtNrFvpPZDyKVG8cAGWSBNeO2pbnoT7X8pUfbLyWNgU0r3cgBcagZ/s400/aZZas.jpeg" width="355" /></a><span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>"Mas você me navegou mares tão diversos</b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>E eu fiquei sem versos, e eu fiquei em vão "</b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>Poemas esparsoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01661864193653644834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846991858658596080.post-75128484069446896462012-01-12T19:57:00.000-08:002012-01-12T19:57:57.866-08:00_________Ivan Lins<br />
<span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>"É às vezes tudo é lindo</b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>Às vezes tudo engana</b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>Maaaaaaaaaass!</b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>Basta um beijo teu e eu</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>Ai, ai, ai, ai, ai, ai... "</b></i></span>Poemas esparsoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01661864193653644834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846991858658596080.post-32607651322543842032012-01-12T19:41:00.000-08:002012-01-12T19:41:48.037-08:00Retrato Em Branco e Preto - Chico Buarque<br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: x-large;"><i>"O que é que eu posso contra o encanto</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: x-large;"><i>Desse amor que eu nego tanto</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: x-large;"><i>Evito tanto</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: x-large;"><i>E que no entanto</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: x-large;"><i>Volta sempre a enfeitiçar</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: x-large;"><i>Com seus mesmos tristes velhos fatos</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: x-large;"><i>Que num álbum de retrato</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: x-large;"><i>Eu teimo em colecionar "</i></span><br />Poemas esparsoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01661864193653644834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846991858658596080.post-16940934043607626162012-01-11T09:08:00.000-08:002012-01-11T09:10:56.213-08:00in Água Viva - Clarice Lispector<span style="color: white;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><i>Minha verdade espantada é que eu sempre estive só de ti e não sabia. Agora sei: sou só. Eu e minha liberdade que não sei usar. Grande responsabilidade da solidão. Quem não é perdido não conhece a liberdade e não a ama. Quanto a mim, assumo a minha solidão. Que ás vezes se extasia como diante de fogos de artifício. Sou só e tenho que viver uma certa glória íntima que na solidão pode se tornar dor. E a dor, silêncio. Guardo o seu nome em segredo. Preciso de segredos para viver.</i></span><br />
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<i><span style="color: white; font-size: large;">in Água Viva</span></i><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: large;"><i>Clarice Lispector</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;">[ <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">O que me faz feliz </span></span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">São coisas pequenas ]</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;">Não fique triste assim</span><br />
<span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;">Não vale a pena</span><br />
<span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;">Erros e acertos</span><br />
<span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;">São filhos do mesmo pai</span><br />
<span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;">E a mãe que fez a dúvida</span><br />
<span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;">Deu vida a certeza</span><br />
<span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;">O tempo há de mostrar</span><br />
<span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;">O mundo se transformar</span><br />
<span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;">Guarde esse amor</span><br />
<span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;">Ele é todo seu</span><br />
<span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;">Lindo como a flor</span><br />
<span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;">Livre como um deus [ ... ]</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><i>"O amor só é lindo, quando encontramos alguém que nos transforme no melhor que podemos ser."</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><i> Mário Quintana.</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></span><br />Poemas esparsoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01661864193653644834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846991858658596080.post-81066074917796938192012-01-09T06:43:00.000-08:002012-01-09T06:45:53.567-08:00Mil galáxias - Nando Reis<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3qOnuMAjOBqKJeirxWCiVcSSzY3RcNJ8-SzZi_Fbvhf2sgUB3SFOS1QaD-7dovfzdf3OMutBzuUMSpZzZM8bfIr4S9PzFZNyWrlHJfgYlpYbXRWW9NwcO2tzIU-2ghSPnqS2xb4KwwHmd/s1600/333.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3qOnuMAjOBqKJeirxWCiVcSSzY3RcNJ8-SzZi_Fbvhf2sgUB3SFOS1QaD-7dovfzdf3OMutBzuUMSpZzZM8bfIr4S9PzFZNyWrlHJfgYlpYbXRWW9NwcO2tzIU-2ghSPnqS2xb4KwwHmd/s320/333.jpeg" width="320" /></a><span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: x-large;">E eu falei,</span><br />
<span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: x-large;">Contra toda a granada disparada</span><br />
<span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: x-large;">Pela minha ansiedade</span><br />
<span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: x-large;">E a fragilidade e a insegurança</span><br />
<span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: x-large;">Sobre toda a vontade desenhada</span><br />
<span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: x-large;">Pela minha intensidade</span><br />
<span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: x-large;">E a ingenuidade de uma criança</span><br />
<span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: x-large;">Que é você que eu quero</span><br />
<span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: x-large;">Com você eu quero me casar.</span><br />
<span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: x-large;">E eu farei,</span><br />
<span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: x-large;">Contra toda a risada e a maldade</span><br />
<span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: x-large;">Que minha imbecilidade</span><br />
<span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: x-large;">Deixou margem pra desconfiança.</span><br />
<span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: x-large;">Contra todo o mau olhado e a inveja</span><br />
<span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: x-large;">De quem não se basta, sobra na irrelevância</span><br />
<span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: x-large;">Pois é você que eu quero</span><br />
<span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: x-large;">Pra você eu quero me entregar</span><br />
<span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: x-large;"></span><br />
<span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: x-large;">E eu falei pra você</span><br />
<span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: x-large;">Mas tudo que eu disse,</span><br />
<span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: x-large;">Talvez,</span><br />
<span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: x-large;">Não tivesse mesmo que acontecer</span><br />
<span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: x-large;">Mas você é a razão</span><br />
<br />Poemas esparsoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01661864193653644834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846991858658596080.post-10946486494968350752012-01-09T06:29:00.000-08:002012-01-09T06:37:13.038-08:00Mil galáxias - Nando Reis<br />
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">Não sei</span><br />
<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">Quantos habitantes vivem no mundo</span><br />
<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">Se são representantes</span><br />
<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">De vidas passadas</span><br />
<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">naquele instante</span><br />
<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">desapareceram</span><br />
<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">não vi mais nada</span><br />
<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">por que</span><br />
<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">imediatamente num só segundo</span><br />
<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">no seu sorriso</span><br />
<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">o infinito que mil galáxias</span><br />
<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">resguardavam</span><br />
<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">todo o tempo</span><br />
<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">some no espaço</span><br />
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>O amor vai te contar um segredo</b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>Não precisa ter medo</b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>Nem sair correndo</b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>O amor nasce pequeno</b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>Cresce, fica estupendo</b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i>Às vezes o amor está ali</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i>Você nem tá sabendo</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>O amor tem formas, formas, aromas,</b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>Vozes, causas, sintomas</b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>O amor...</b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i>É mãe, é filho, é amigo,</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i>Às vezes num canto esquecido existe amor</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i>Antigo, antigo</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i>O amor que cuida, parte e assusta</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i>Que erra e pede desculpas</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i>Às vezes o amor quer ferir</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i>E se cura doendo</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i>O amor tem formas, formas, aromas,</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i>Vozes, causas, sintomas</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i>O amor...</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i>É pausa, silêncio, refrão</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i>E explode nessa canção</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i>O amor vai te contar</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i>Um segredo, fica atento, repara bem</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>Que o meu amor é todo seu</b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>Antigo.</b></i></span><br />Poemas esparsoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01661864193653644834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846991858658596080.post-15429435879279155242012-01-07T11:10:00.000-08:002012-01-07T11:16:39.375-08:00Trecho - Vinicius de Moraes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;">Quem foi, perguntou o Celo</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;">Que me desobedeceu?</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;">Quem foi que entrou no meu reino</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;">E em meu ouro remexeu?</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;">Quem foi que pulou meu muro</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;">E minhas rosas colheu?</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;">Quem foi, perguntou o Celo</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;">E a Flauta falou: Fui eu.</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;">Mas quem foi, a Flauta disse</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;">Que no meu quarto surgiu?</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;">Quem foi que me deu um beijo</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;">E em minha cama dormiu?</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;">Quem foi que me fez perdida</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;">E que me desiludiu?</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;">Quem foi, perguntou a Flauta</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;">E o velho Celo sorriu.</span><br />
<br />Poemas esparsoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01661864193653644834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846991858658596080.post-15410200906385876632012-01-07T06:48:00.000-08:002012-01-07T08:42:34.695-08:00Persistência - Carla<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">Ah! </span><br />
<span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">Se todos soubessem os mistérios da minha alma </span><br />
<span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">O desejo de ser livre </span><br />
<span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">O meu ser errante que quiça liberdade </span><br />
<span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">O que é ser livre?</span><br />
<span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">Mutos encontram a liberdade </span><br />
<span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">Sou pequeno como um suspiro </span><br />
<span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">Tenho desejos avassaladores e tempestuosos </span><br />
<span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">Que fazem dessa liberdade um refúgio </span><br />
<span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">Não sou, não quero ser, não mudo.</span>Poemas esparsoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01661864193653644834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846991858658596080.post-85463705170644245662012-01-06T19:41:00.000-08:002012-01-06T19:43:08.373-08:00Fases - Carla<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixDyzaqkfWt_mARIymbMDIES-0e6NGKW4MbyxfaaGGrwzKOgeKtyrJHO_waw7km2XQzxBLs4BpNwZc-H9jxT6FKuvL8-Vy5SlZ7sVB1cT8ToYldXH74PmOV_1d9q7H-rn1z-6tlYSrZeTC/s1600/2xd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixDyzaqkfWt_mARIymbMDIES-0e6NGKW4MbyxfaaGGrwzKOgeKtyrJHO_waw7km2XQzxBLs4BpNwZc-H9jxT6FKuvL8-Vy5SlZ7sVB1cT8ToYldXH74PmOV_1d9q7H-rn1z-6tlYSrZeTC/s400/2xd.jpg" width="400" /></a><span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: x-large;">'Sou de fases e quando estou em uma fase sou profunda vou ao fundo de tudo, vou além do que imagino poder ir. "</span>Poemas esparsoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01661864193653644834noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846991858658596080.post-86054663624348967152012-01-06T19:30:00.000-08:002012-01-06T19:31:36.367-08:00Chico Buarque - A Mais Bonita<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><u>Não, solidão, hoje não quero me retocar</u></span><br />
<span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><u>Nesse salão de tristeza onde as outras penteiam mágoas</u></span><br />
<span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><u>Deixo que as águas invadam meu rosto</u></span><br />
<span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><u>Gosto de me ver chorar</u></span><br />
<span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><u>Finjo que estão me vendo</u></span><br />
<span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><u>Eu preciso me mostrar</u></span><br />
<span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Bonita</span><br />
<span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Pra que os olhos do meu bem</span><br />
<span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Não olhem mais ninguém</span><br />
<span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Quando eu me revelar</span><br />
<span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Da forma mais bonita</span><br />
<span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Pra saber como levar todos</span><br />
<span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Os desejos que ele tem</span><br />
<span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Ao me ver passar</span><br />
<span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Bonita</span><br />
<span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Hoje eu arrasei</span><br />
<span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Na casa de espelhos</span><br />
<span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Espalho os meus rostos</span><br />
<span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><u>E finjo que finjo que finjo</u></span><br />
<span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><u>Que não sei</u></span>Poemas esparsoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01661864193653644834noreply@blogger.com0