tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76875390242619182662012-02-17T03:41:41.612-08:00DRINK POESIA"Palavras são somente palavras até que as mesmas não expressem verdade ou não esteja em "carne viva" a marca do sentimento.
Quando um poder maior faz brotar emoção das letras, sacio a sede dos olhos... Da alma... De mim. Vou a lugares onde meus pés não podem ir.(L.Leal)Liza Lealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07374442373615103970noreply@blogger.comBlogger291100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7687539024261918266.post-52154621488030044882012-02-15T04:40:00.004-08:002012-02-15T05:23:19.904-08:00PODER DA PELE<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4AveaLlIoEU/Tzuv7LvkV4I/AAAAAAAABLw/eHDS8gTYC_M/s1600/tumblr_ldle5jnZfr1qf9eayo1_500.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709350383921682306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4AveaLlIoEU/Tzuv7LvkV4I/AAAAAAAABLw/eHDS8gTYC_M/s320/tumblr_ldle5jnZfr1qf9eayo1_500.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">Quando a alquimia<br />Acontece lá dentro<br />Passa pelas veias...<br />Rodopia<br />Vira pé de vento<br />Em silêncio<br /><br />Quando a química acontece<br />Não há que se ter pressa<br />Não adianta fugir<br />Não tem santo<br />Nem remédio<br />Que dê jeito...<br />Detalhes imprecisos<br />Fluidos que se unem<br />Se engajam<br />Se fundem...</span></strong></span></span></div><br /><div><span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">Poder também nasce assim,</span></strong></span></span></div><br /><div><span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">Entre simples mortais<br /><br /><br />-<span style="font-size:78%;"> Cuidado!.. Palavras tem poder.<br />- Mas... É pra ter poder.<br /><br />(...)<br /><br />liza leal<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></strong><br /><br /></div></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7687539024261918266-5215462148803004488?l=liza-leal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Liza Lealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07374442373615103970noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7687539024261918266.post-938810076725747922012-01-26T04:45:00.000-08:002012-01-30T04:45:20.470-08:00CARONA<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iz6Sj7fnvBQ/TyFQEIjEbjI/AAAAAAAABLM/g5oYWfuvnpg/s1600/driving.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701926635172032050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iz6Sj7fnvBQ/TyFQEIjEbjI/AAAAAAAABLM/g5oYWfuvnpg/s320/driving.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OBAxcBBAFMY/TyFPFcszBHI/AAAAAAAABLA/cENOwB0nfbw/s1600/carro-na-estrada-8986.jpg"></a></p><br /><span><span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"><strong>Peguei carona<br />No carro dos teus versos<br />Peguei o gancho<br />Adentrei em tua fresta<br />E o vento atrevido... ligeiro<br />Casou-se lindamente<br />Com o som<br />De nossa respiração<br /><br />Na pista molhada<br />Contemplei<br />Instiguei o teu dirigir<br />Afaguei<br />O teu... O meu...<br />Nosso existir<br />SEm pressa<br />Sem rumo<br />Sem medo<br />So mesmo<br />A fome incessante<br />Do sentir..<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Liza Leal<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></strong></span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7687539024261918266-93881007672574792?l=liza-leal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Liza Lealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07374442373615103970noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7687539024261918266.post-976734891521788432011-12-09T04:43:00.001-08:002011-12-09T09:32:49.991-08:00SILENCE...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPdydWCk_ag/TuJFL77hS7I/AAAAAAAABIw/DRLLqMz4cZw/s1600/indo%2Bembora.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684181751063202738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPdydWCk_ag/TuJFL77hS7I/AAAAAAAABIw/DRLLqMz4cZw/s320/indo%2Bembora.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Não precisa dizer nada<br />Mais do que mil palavras<br />Jogadas ao vento<br />Esse corte de silêncio<br />É o "black tie"<br />Que mais lhe convém<br /><br />Dê asas à sua viagem<br />Costumeira<br />Mergulhe em seus<br />Articulados dizeres...<br />Em outra dimensão<br /><br />Vá!...<br />Cubra-se com a capa<br />Da coisa vaga...<br />E cá entre nós,<br />Por ora dispenso<br />Teu toque oscilante...<br />O baile de máscaras<br />Ás vezes me cansa<br /><br />Ganhe o mundo...<br />Risque outro chão!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">by Liza Leal</span></span></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7687539024261918266-97673489152178843?l=liza-leal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Liza Lealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07374442373615103970noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7687539024261918266.post-6578907027343432562011-11-21T10:49:00.000-08:002011-11-22T04:06:14.555-08:00COISA FALANTE EM EBULIÇÃO<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NxhkQf2KuaA/TsqqfYaaO8I/AAAAAAAABH0/Z6HDroBvrFQ/s1600/1276815498037_f_large.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677537736359820226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NxhkQf2KuaA/TsqqfYaaO8I/AAAAAAAABH0/Z6HDroBvrFQ/s320/1276815498037_f_large.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">Sabe o que você precisa?...<br />Andar de mãos dadas com voce<br />O exercício diário e Divino<br />De se compreender<br />Sim, o deserto arde<br />O conflito cansa<br />E as costas pesam...<br />Mas teu anjo é incansável<br />E vela por ti!...<br /><br />Tem algo mais excitante<br />Que sermos nós mesmos,<br />Sem reservas?...<br />Toque literal<br />Que deságua<br />Por fora e por dentro<br />Coisa-falante-calada<br />Em ebulição<br />Vento que arde<br />Nos olhos abertos<br />Sim,<br />Somos puro tezão!<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">BY Liza Leal & Abrãao Vitoriano<br />(abraaosousa.blogspot.com/)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7687539024261918266-657890702734343256?l=liza-leal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Liza Lealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07374442373615103970noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7687539024261918266.post-75070903161314890072011-10-20T04:45:00.000-07:002011-11-05T13:45:32.985-07:00GOLE DE UM DRINK<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AFVVwR73sHk/TrWgMtrOMYI/AAAAAAAABFs/bldwBfxHlo8/s1600/2735343620_34f688ccbb.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671615446022762882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AFVVwR73sHk/TrWgMtrOMYI/AAAAAAAABFs/bldwBfxHlo8/s320/2735343620_34f688ccbb.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><span><span><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>Hoje prometo<br />Quase nada<br />A mim<br />E a voce...<br />Só faço questão<br />Das entrelinhas<br />Em laços de fitas<br />Com o "quase"<br />Que guardo<br />Enquanto as 3 marias<br />Me dizem<br />Que nem fazes<br />Por merecer<br />Se eu lhe disser<br />Uma gota<br />Do gole que trago<br />Comigo<br />Posso por tudo<br />A ganhar...<br />Ou perder<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">by L.Leal<br />Obs: Apenas fragmentos de: </span></strong></span></span></span></div><br /><div><span><span><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">"GOLE DE UM DRINK" ...<br /></div></span></strong></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7687539024261918266-7507090316131489007?l=liza-leal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Liza Lealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07374442373615103970noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7687539024261918266.post-44175874839080863932011-09-23T13:41:00.000-07:002011-09-28T06:34:06.980-07:00TOGHETER<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Tw4XkUL5oc/TnzwZCMD5MI/AAAAAAAABDs/dz8kFhL1wk4/s1600/casal_maos_dadas.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655659544945353922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Tw4XkUL5oc/TnzwZCMD5MI/AAAAAAAABDs/dz8kFhL1wk4/s320/casal_maos_dadas.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><span style="font-size:0;"><br /></span><span><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>Andar de mãos dadas<br /><br />É muito mais que um simples toque...<br /><br />É bem mais que dois corpos..<br /><br />É junção de energias...<br /><br />É escudo à tristeza...<br /><br />É facilitar a estrada<br /><br />É afastar as pedras<br /><br />Do caminho<br /></strong></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">by L.Leal<br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /></strong></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7687539024261918266-4417587483908086393?l=liza-leal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Liza Lealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07374442373615103970noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7687539024261918266.post-22248765540737985652011-09-06T13:02:00.000-07:002011-09-06T13:43:52.396-07:00QUASE SEM QUERER...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Jkas-GeXtU/TmaCzh1AQrI/AAAAAAAABBc/mj-1oXpOifk/s1600/03.PNG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649346604348490418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Jkas-GeXtU/TmaCzh1AQrI/AAAAAAAABBc/mj-1oXpOifk/s320/03.PNG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="color:#336666;"><strong></strong></span></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="color:#336666;"><strong></strong></span></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="color:#336666;"><strong></strong></span></span></div><span><br /><span><span style="color:#9999ff;"><strong>Sei quase nada<br />Desse chão<br />Que os pés pisam<br />Por acaso...<br />Por querer<br />Capto apenas<br />O "feeling solto"<br />Que escapam<br />De coisas<br />E seres<br />Com sua devida graça<br />E im-perfeito<br />Desmantelo...<br /><br /></strong></span><br /><span><span style="color:#ffff99;"><strong>Sei tanto sobre mim<br />Quanto a inspiração sabe<br />O que vai surgir<br />Quando no peito<br />O coração batuca<br />Sem saber direito<br />O que de dentro<br />Virá...<br /><br />Qual será o grito<br />Que implode "menino"<br />Querendo ser poesia<br />Ou qualquer coisa assim?!...<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">By Liza Leal<br /><br />Obs: nascido depois de algumas divagações c/o "super-menino-homem"<br /><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></strong></span><br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7687539024261918266-2224876554073798565?l=liza-leal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Liza Lealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07374442373615103970noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7687539024261918266.post-74626816162270871522011-07-19T13:56:00.000-07:002011-07-20T14:02:10.717-07:00PAUSA NOS VERSOS...<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8RUOnR3ofwM/TiXv87akv1I/AAAAAAAABAk/-bYmhTLg9sU/s1600/423-HIPPIE.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631170739117014866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8RUOnR3ofwM/TiXv87akv1I/AAAAAAAABAk/-bYmhTLg9sU/s320/423-HIPPIE.jpg" /></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:+0;"><span style="font-size:+0;"><span style="font-size:+0;"><span style="font-size:+0;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"><strong></strong></span></span></span></span></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold">É chegada a hora</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Das letras</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Pedirem um tempo...</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Distância...</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Paciência.</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold">A construção</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Dos versos</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Tem desde já</span>,<br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold">I</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold">nusitado<br />Experimento</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Na queima do barro</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Que é parte da</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Sagrada jornada</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Para logo então,</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Novos tijolos-poemas</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Surgirem</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Renovando </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold">As cores...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold">A força </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Da casa</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold">by L.Leal</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Obs:</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Dedicando-me por um tempo, exclusivamente à m/mae(c/mal de alzheimer).</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Abço a todos os meus amigos blogueiros.<br />EU VOLTO!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:+0;"><span style="font-size:+0;"><span style="font-size:+0;"><span style="font-size:+0;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"><span style="font-size:+0;"><span style="font-size:+0;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"><br /><br /><br /></div></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:+0;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7687539024261918266-7462681616227087152?l=liza-leal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Liza Lealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07374442373615103970noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7687539024261918266.post-68253927800291875512011-06-23T07:48:00.000-07:002011-06-26T06:20:09.997-07:00PESCADORES DE ILUSÃO<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TmkJdRVTXaw/TgScuuDmN1I/AAAAAAAAA_k/h_EovREIUes/s1600/1284405191g0r6hY.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 359px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621790561316255570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TmkJdRVTXaw/TgScuuDmN1I/AAAAAAAAA_k/h_EovREIUes/s320/1284405191g0r6hY.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#ccccff;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span>Confesso,</span></span></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ccccff;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span>O peito palpita<br />Quando capto,<br />Pressinto...<br />A beleza que emana<br />Destes<br />Especialmente que dizem<br />Ou pensam não tê-la<br />Estes que por onde passam<br />Deixam cair<br />Diamantes da gibeira </span></span></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ccccff;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span></span></span></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ccccff;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span>Encanta-me por demais<br />Esse tipo de estampa<br />Com essência artística<br />No constrangimento<br />Ausente<br />Tão presente<br />Em gotas de emoção<br />E na alegria que contagia<br />Sem se vender ou comprar<br />Aí sim, me arrebata de vez<br />E eu nem ligo...<br />Aqueles de pulso na fala<br />Pescadores de ilusão<br />Criança-coração<br />Essa graça que exala<br />Poder de toque na alma<br />Independente<br />De muito<br />Ou pouco,<br />Ler...<br /><br /></span><br /></div></span></strong></span><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">by LiZa Leal<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></p></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7687539024261918266-6825392780029187551?l=liza-leal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Liza Lealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07374442373615103970noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7687539024261918266.post-41261747225638909612011-06-02T13:27:00.000-07:002011-06-02T13:50:57.857-07:00LETRA E RAÍZ...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yII0wOlU1Zk/Tef2BOGYeHI/AAAAAAAAA-w/QJWoo2qj4cE/s1600/0-0-0-0-a-0-0-0-a-0-ela8-pele-escrita-musica-maior-pb-esc-mf.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613725961365780594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yII0wOlU1Zk/Tef2BOGYeHI/AAAAAAAAA-w/QJWoo2qj4cE/s320/0-0-0-0-a-0-0-0-a-0-ela8-pele-escrita-musica-maior-pb-esc-mf.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"><strong>Que desabe<br />Por entre os ombros<br />Tijolos da escrita<br />Palácios<br />E seus escombros<br />Casebres medonhos<br />Cabanas abandonadas<br />Do sentir...<br />Deixe implodir<br />E ressoar<br />Por entre as frestas<br />Da carne<br />Até que adentre<br />Finque<br />Exista</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"><strong>Letra...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"><strong>E raíz</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"><strong>Liza Leal</strong></span><br />.<br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;">P.S.:: Re-postando uma inspiração q guardo c/carinho.<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7687539024261918266-4126174722563890961?l=liza-leal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Liza Lealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07374442373615103970noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7687539024261918266.post-31607453453672072192011-05-16T13:36:00.000-07:002011-05-16T14:28:29.265-07:00OLHOS DE UM CÃO<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fcrXCYiY9gg/TdGMq46iH7I/AAAAAAAAA9A/Ef57SISM6oY/s1600/cachorro-na-janela.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607417679513264050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fcrXCYiY9gg/TdGMq46iH7I/AAAAAAAAA9A/Ef57SISM6oY/s320/cachorro-na-janela.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Da janela em movimento,<br />A cada parada<br />A cada estação<br />Meus olhos viajam<br />Miram-se<br />No olhar sem brilho<br />De um... Dois cães...<br />O faro vadio<br />Presente também<br />Na curiosidade<br />Que é de mim<br />Invade até onde posso ir<br />E no embalo das rodas<br />"Duas vezes vou..."<br />Até que a música </span></span></div><br /><div><span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Que o fone derrama,<br />Vibrante<br />Seja a venda<br />Desse vira-lata<br />Incorrigível<br />Atrevido<br />Curioso...<br />Que extermina<br />Lindamente<br />A sede<br />De enxergar<br />E sentir<br />Até que por completo<br />Reste somente<br />A coisa "entregue"<br />Do ser que se deixou<br />Ninar<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">by LiZa</span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7687539024261918266-3160745345367207219?l=liza-leal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Liza Lealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07374442373615103970noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7687539024261918266.post-5518874649402379872011-04-19T06:23:00.000-07:002011-04-19T11:40:37.663-07:00NUM PORTO QUALQUER...<div align="left"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6_8cRK2jjW8/Ta2Oq1pc4PI/AAAAAAAAA74/gncPinnk_uU/s1600/mulher%2Bdentro%2Bda%2Bagua.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597286778497982706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6_8cRK2jjW8/Ta2Oq1pc4PI/AAAAAAAAA74/gncPinnk_uU/s320/mulher%2Bdentro%2Bda%2Bagua.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;">Teu jamé</span></strong></div><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;">Trincou-se</span></strong></div><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;">Partiu-se </span></strong></div><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;">Ao meio</span></strong></div><br /></div><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;">Teu </span></strong></div><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;">Pra sempre</span></strong></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"><strong>Nem te conto!...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;">Resíduos</span></strong></div><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;">Lascas </span></strong></div><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;">Devaneios</span></strong></div><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;">Teu perfil</span></strong></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#66cccc;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Brilho</strong><br /><strong>De prata</strong><br /><strong>A Lua cheia</strong><br /><strong>Quem sabe</strong><br /><strong>Tenha roubado!...</strong><br /><br /></span><br /></span><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;">Num porto q</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;">ualquer</span></strong></div><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;">Por certo</span></strong></div><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;">Tenha lançado</span></strong></div><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;">E agora </span></strong></div><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;">Estejas</span></strong></div><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;">Com teu cigarro </span></strong></div><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;">Aceso</span></strong></div><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;">E teu corpo</span></strong></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#66cccc;"><strong>Ancorado</strong> </span></span></div><br /><div align="left"><br /><strong></strong><br /></div><br /><div align="left"><br /><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>By LiZa</strong> </span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7687539024261918266-551887464940237987?l=liza-leal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Liza Lealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07374442373615103970noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7687539024261918266.post-40835314176391796122011-04-08T11:20:00.000-07:002011-04-17T06:51:30.970-07:00PELOS ANJOS CARIOCAS... =/<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tW8mCfzQPBE/TZ9SdzivZXI/AAAAAAAAA44/5VAGuyuPjXY/s1600/PALHAO%257E1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593279934223050098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tW8mCfzQPBE/TZ9SdzivZXI/AAAAAAAAA44/5VAGuyuPjXY/s320/PALHAO%257E1.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> <strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Existirá um horizonte</span></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Uma luz que dirá </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Como posso seguir</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Como posso sorrir </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Reviver, redescobrir?... </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">E entender o porque </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Que meus sonhos terrenos </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Tão cedo </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Em tumulto e pânico,</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Tiveram fim </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Haverá então um</strong><strong> anjo </strong></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Pronto para estancar </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Essa dor tão voraz </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">E anunciará VIDA NOVA, </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Sem o vermelho vivo </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Que saltou do peito </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Rasgando os sentidos </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">De tantas vidas...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Massacrando </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Órgãos, noites e dias... </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Estilhaçando a chance, </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">A sede, Os planos...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">De um singelo Pacífico </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Aprender... </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;">by LiZa Leal </span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7687539024261918266-4083531417639179612?l=liza-leal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Liza Lealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07374442373615103970noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7687539024261918266.post-56227392566255894022011-03-22T07:36:00.000-07:002011-03-22T12:01:37.405-07:00QUIDIDADE...<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bhQMyQPb_FU/TYjqiBN-WGI/AAAAAAAAA3o/Fuzb7mfgIPA/s1600/20%2Bblog%2B-%2Bessencia.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586973207916599394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bhQMyQPb_FU/TYjqiBN-WGI/AAAAAAAAA3o/Fuzb7mfgIPA/s320/20%2Bblog%2B-%2Bessencia.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>...Porque </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Nasce </strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">tanto</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">E sempre</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Bem perto</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>De espinhos</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>E tem cores</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Formas</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Intraduzíveis...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>E brincam</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Desajeitadamente</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>De flutuar...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Que faz</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Rir</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Cair</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Crescer</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Delirar...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Ah! Im-perfeitas</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Nuances</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Sofisticadamente</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"> Simples</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Nobre</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Singular...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Estranhamente fácil</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">De se apaixonar</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">by Liza Leal<br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7687539024261918266-5622739256625589402?l=liza-leal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Liza Lealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07374442373615103970noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7687539024261918266.post-15257981145826613352011-03-03T05:21:00.000-08:002011-03-03T10:19:59.178-08:00ESSÊNCIA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AIpEawaZYzU/TW-hCcXmN1I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/eeKR8xl-DLM/s1600/531504c4177d21058eacf3d36a1b528a57bed831.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AIpEawaZYzU/TW-hCcXmN1I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/eeKR8xl-DLM/s320/531504c4177d21058eacf3d36a1b528a57bed831.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579855526682310482" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Perdoe,<br />Por essas asas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">absurdamente</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">desarvoradas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">puras em demasia</span><br /></span></b></span><b> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" >o contralto</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" > </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> sussurrante que</span><br />sem pedir licença,<br />de sua sala<br />se apropria<br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" >numa canção<br />que os(bons) ventos<br />levam<br />junto a essência<br />Contida em vidro...<br />"...E vida"<br />e aos teus olhos<br />uma venda<br />Acetinada<br />Se fará muralha<br />a toda pequena agonia<br />Que nesse momento...<br />É somente cinza<br />(ou arrepio)<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">by LiZa Leal</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /></b></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7687539024261918266-1525798114582661335?l=liza-leal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Liza Lealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07374442373615103970noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7687539024261918266.post-7499289575456959952011-02-06T03:53:00.000-08:002011-02-06T04:34:55.031-08:00JIPE AMARELO<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgEs481zgh8/TU6UcIT0mgI/AAAAAAAAA2c/bMnRMTN-vC0/s1600/felicidade-pega-755435-747.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570553000091752962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgEs481zgh8/TU6UcIT0mgI/AAAAAAAAA2c/bMnRMTN-vC0/s320/felicidade-pega-755435-747.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgEs481zgh8/TU6RKlyzsPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/n92lfbs039w/s1600/img_4909.jpg"></a><div><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;">O</span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;"> MEU JIPE<br /></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;">AMARELO...<br />TEM TRAÇÃO<br />NAS 4 RODAS,<br />QUALQUER TOQUE,<br />ACELERO...<br />TROCO MARCHA<br />DEVAGAR...<br />FAÇO RAMPA,<br />NÃO DOU SETA,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;"><strong>NÃO BUZINO,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;"><strong>FREIO EM CIMA...<br />POUCA ROUPA,<br />POUCOS SONHOS,<br />MAS TÃO GRANDES<br />QUE ME FAZEM DELIRAR!<br />NO MEU JIPE AMARELO</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;">SOMENTE PELA AVENTURA</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;">É QUE A PRESSA, TEM LUGAR</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;">QUEM ME ESPERA,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;">IMPACIENTE</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;">É SOMENTE A MARESIA</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;">E O CHEIRO </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;">DE VIDA MARINHA</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;">NO AR...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;">NO MEU JIPE AMARELO,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;">VEM!...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;">(COMIGO PASSEAR)</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffff33;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">BY Lizza Lea</span>l</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7687539024261918266-749928957545695995?l=liza-leal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Liza Lealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07374442373615103970noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7687539024261918266.post-67491152320785444282011-01-13T05:13:00.000-08:002011-01-18T14:21:07.908-08:00RIMAS DE CHUVA<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgEs481zgh8/TTYRmIbysEI/AAAAAAAAA0M/UKU8wtXRIbI/s1600/chuva-na-janela.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563653736459579458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgEs481zgh8/TTYRmIbysEI/AAAAAAAAA0M/UKU8wtXRIbI/s320/chuva-na-janela.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgEs481zgh8/TS7-sBBvSnI/AAAAAAAAA0E/1i6SW9Oa5VU/s1600/3942432606_c98bbb32ea_z.jpg"></a><div><div><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"><strong>DESCULPE<br />O INCORRIGÍVEL GESTO<br />MENINO<br />E UM OLHAR PERDIDO...<br />ESSE PEITO<br />APERTADO<br />RELIGIOSAMENTE<br />POÉTICO<br />B... ND... D...<br />TALVEZ SEJA A CHUVA<br />QUE CAINDO ASSIM,<br />AGORA,<br />TÃO FINA<br />E TERNA<br />QUE NESSE INSTANTE<br />SE APODERA<br />COM SEU BRANDO RUÍDO<br />QUEM SABE<br />POSSA ESTAR<br />ENCHARCANDO<br />LEVEMENTE<br />O JUÍZO...<br />REGANDO SEMENTES<br />DE SONHOS<br />DISPLICENTES<br />TRAZIDOS PELA BRISA...<br />CAÍDOS AO ACASO<br />NO CANTEIRO<br />DE MINHA VIDA<br /><br /></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">By Lizza Leal</span></div></strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7687539024261918266-6749115232078544428?l=liza-leal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Liza Lealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07374442373615103970noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7687539024261918266.post-91768997650660656912010-11-30T05:24:00.000-08:002010-11-30T10:13:32.936-08:00DOSE PERFEITA<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgEs481zgh8/TPU-g7qKIEI/AAAAAAAAAy4/OYInzco51bo/s1600/favo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545407251667886146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgEs481zgh8/TPU-g7qKIEI/AAAAAAAAAy4/OYInzco51bo/s320/favo.jpg" border="0" /></a>
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<br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"><strong>O que será que guardas
<br />Por detrás das lentes
<br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"><strong>Que o envolvem!...
<br />Qual será a dose perfeita
<br />Para a pitada
<br />De gangster
<br />Presente em teu riso!?... </strong></span></div>
<br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"><strong>És um mosaico montado
<br />De crua pureza
<br />Perigo e leveza
<br />Que em minha parede
<br />Se encaixa
<br />De modo perfeito </strong></span>
<br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Que disparate é esse
<br />Que vem de tua boca
<br />Sem nada dizer!...
<br />E passeia no pensamento
<br />Tão soberano
<br />E forte
<br />Feito mel cristalino...
<br />Tens um QUÊ
<br />De ar penetrante
<br />Que quando menos se espera...
<br />Adentra e satisfaz
<br />A essência
<br />Que habita
<br />No interior das narinas
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<br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"><strong>by</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"><strong> <span style="font-size:78%;">LIZA LEAL</span></strong></span></div></div></div>
<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7687539024261918266-9176899765066065691?l=liza-leal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Liza Lealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07374442373615103970noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7687539024261918266.post-6180079500794928152010-10-19T05:16:00.000-07:002010-11-18T03:04:05.536-08:00SE DERRAMA!...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgEs481zgh8/TL2SISai33I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/GjS0BeTJUxk/s1600/voar-1.jpg"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529736588560621426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgEs481zgh8/TL2SISai33I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/GjS0BeTJUxk/s320/voar-1.jpg" border="0" /></strong></span></a><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong><br /></strong></span><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong>E são tantas razões<br />Para o riso<br />Vir a tona<br />Ah!...</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong>São tantas explosões</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong>Coloridas<br />Que meu existir<br />Não se aguenta,<br />Derrama!... </strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong>E essa fonte divina<br />Que por mim atravessa</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong>E irresistelmente</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong>Me chama<br />Pra dançar!... </strong></span></div><div><br /><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong>Perdoe-me </strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong>O ruído do amargo,</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong>É que estou sem tempo</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong>E desesperadamente</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong>Minha agenda me diz</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong>Do compromisso</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong>Vital e inadiável</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong>Que é de fato</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong>SE AMAR!</strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="color:#99ffff;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#99ffff;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#99ffff;"></span></strong></div><div></div><div><strong><span style="color:#99ffff;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#99ffff;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#99ffff;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"><strong>(by liza leal)</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"></span></strong></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"><strong>P.S - Inspirado em meus amigos blogueiros q tanto me ensinam... A cada doce comentario q aqui fica registrado, é uma muda medicinal ao meu singelo canteiro de letras. </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"><strong>Obrigada, meus poetas fofos! Mi ksa - su ksa!</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"><strong>=) bjossssssss</strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="color:#99ffff;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#99ffff;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7687539024261918266-618007950079492815?l=liza-leal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Liza Lealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07374442373615103970noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7687539024261918266.post-4795797069601320032010-10-07T06:25:00.000-07:002010-10-07T11:58:13.182-07:00ARCO ÍRIS<div align="right"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525372822501961170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgEs481zgh8/TK4RTrDTrdI/AAAAAAAAAvo/K2xdQGhkGas/s320/papel-colorido.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="right"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgEs481zgh8/TK4NWpNdKHI/AAAAAAAAAvg/XlQbCymRfiQ/s1600/papel-colorido.jpg"></a><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong>É assim...</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong>Não tem jeito!</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong>Essa teimosia nata</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong>Que trago no peito,</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong>De pagar o preço</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong>Por não ser</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong>Nem menos</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong>Nem mais </strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong>Do que</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong>Realmente sou</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong>E se me der na telha,</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong>Um dia - ostra</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong>No outro - ARCO ÍRIS,</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong>Sem matemática</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong>Que defina...</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="right"><strong></strong></div><div align="right"><strong></strong></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong>E essa mania</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong>De dizer</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong>Com o coração!...</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong>E tirar de cada filme</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong>Um "insight"...</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong>É isso, somente um </strong></span></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">Dos meus alucinados traços</span></strong></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong>De Menina-mulher</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong>Enquanto sentir</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong>(ou não)</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">Os pés n</span><span style="color:#ffccff;">o chão!</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong>(<span style="font-size:78%;">by Liza Leal)</span></strong></span></div><div align="right"><strong><br /></strong></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="right"><strong><br /></strong></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="right"><strong><br /></strong></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="right"><strong><br /></strong></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="right"><strong><br /><br /><br /><br /></strong></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="right"><strong><br /><br /><br /><br /></strong></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="right"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><span style="color:#666666;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7687539024261918266-479579706960132003?l=liza-leal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Liza Lealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07374442373615103970noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7687539024261918266.post-43960769710425250352010-09-21T11:08:00.000-07:002010-09-22T06:34:43.862-07:00ARRANHÕES<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgEs481zgh8/TJoEkAdpAGI/AAAAAAAAAuw/BycVLHqtvHI/s1600/mo%25C3%25A7a%2Be%2Bcampo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519729309942087778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgEs481zgh8/TJoEkAdpAGI/AAAAAAAAAuw/BycVLHqtvHI/s320/mo%25C3%25A7a%2Be%2Bcampo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong>Sim,</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong>Tenho perambulado</strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Tanto...</span></strong></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong>E ganhado</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong>Arranhões na Alma</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong>Porém</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong>Não dispenso</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong>Essa parte que,</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong>Literalmente</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong>Me toca</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong>E cuidadosamente</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong>Lapida</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong>De dentro pra fora</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong>Sem, contudo</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong>Ferir a essência</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong>Que trago comigo</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong>De tantos outros</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong>Carnavais!</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7687539024261918266-4396076971042525035?l=liza-leal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Liza Lealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07374442373615103970noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7687539024261918266.post-2801628733430738262010-08-28T07:39:00.000-07:002010-08-30T15:57:27.040-07:00FALA DO CORPO<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgEs481zgh8/THlN_AFn4dI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/FhI2ApyCrO8/s1600/boca_sensual-9610.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510521363815195090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgEs481zgh8/THlN_AFn4dI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/FhI2ApyCrO8/s320/boca_sensual-9610.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Nem tudo </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Que saboreio</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Toma conhecimento,</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">A lingua</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;"></span></strong></div><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;"></span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Há sabores</span></strong></p><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">E sabores...</span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Alguns</span></strong></div><br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">A boca, satisfeita<br /><br />Acredita, pede biz...<br /><br /></span></strong><div></div><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Outros<br /><br /></span></strong><p><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">O paladar nem sabe</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Porém,</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">o corpo inteiro</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Aplaude</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Ou rumina</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;"> Seu mudo fardo</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Por aí...</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;"></span></strong></p><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;"></span></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7687539024261918266-280162873343073826?l=liza-leal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Liza Lealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07374442373615103970noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7687539024261918266.post-14550849500002553462010-08-18T06:34:00.000-07:002010-08-18T06:52:37.792-07:00DOÇURA<div align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506744136495422130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgEs481zgh8/TGvinbzGWrI/AAAAAAAAArw/v8CiLTD94Vk/s320/casal.jpg" border="0" /><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>E é tanto embaraço...</strong></span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Essas coisas doces<br /><br />Não nos tocam</strong></span></div><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Não nos caçam </strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Por querer </strong></span></p><p><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Laço</span></strong><br /></span><strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Intenso, estreito, estranho...</span></strong></p><p><span style="color:#ff0000;"> </p></span><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Acontece</strong></span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Move</strong></span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Colore<br /><br />Revigora<br /><br />Extrapola<br /><br />De um jeito...<br /><br />Todo o viver </strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7687539024261918266-1455084950000255346?l=liza-leal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Liza Lealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07374442373615103970noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7687539024261918266.post-12668989975729770712010-07-30T11:21:00.000-07:002010-08-01T06:01:04.019-07:00RABISCOS<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgEs481zgh8/TFNGyWGr0LI/AAAAAAAAAq4/WmeHrDbmrHE/s1600/estrelas-e-lua-sopro.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499817400690528434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgEs481zgh8/TFNGyWGr0LI/AAAAAAAAAq4/WmeHrDbmrHE/s320/estrelas-e-lua-sopro.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">Perdido, </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">Como estrela Dalva</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">Em céu de manhã<br />Rabisco </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">Montanhas de pensamentos</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">Viajo triste no tempo<br />O mundo não me lê, </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">Sou todo engano </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">(abrãao vitoriano)</span></strong></div></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">Vitória-régia a deslizar</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">Assim me faço,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">Navego sem rumo</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">Sem pressa</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">Declaradamente bela,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">Me segue...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">Então vibro,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">Sobrevivo...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">Sob a luz do luar</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">(Liza Leal)</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;">P.S.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;">Quebrando o gelo, unimos nossos olhares afins(eu e o menino-homem), numa sagrada manhã de 6.a feira. </span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;">Adorei...e ponto!</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><br /><br /><br /></span></div><strong></strong><br /><p><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;"></span></strong></p><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;"></span></strong></div><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;"></span></strong></p><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;"></span></strong></div><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;"></span></strong></p><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;"></span></strong></div><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;"></span></strong></p><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong></strong></div><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7687539024261918266-1266898997572977071?l=liza-leal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Liza Lealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07374442373615103970noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7687539024261918266.post-31746579251983360212010-07-17T15:45:00.000-07:002011-04-30T05:58:25.729-07:00DESERTO SOLIDÃO<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgEs481zgh8/TEMHtn83sHI/AAAAAAAAAp4/1uMSycHuhwE/s1600/solidao.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495244450721935474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgEs481zgh8/TEMHtn83sHI/AAAAAAAAAp4/1uMSycHuhwE/s320/solidao.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><span><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">A lingua que enlaça<br />Quando bem quer<br />Sendo a mesma<br />Que afiada,<br />Maltrata...<br />Pode ser aquela<br />Que se lança<br />Num deserto sombrio<br />Chamado<br />SOLIDÃO<br /><br /></span></strong></span></div><br /><div><span><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong><br />by Liza<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7687539024261918266-3174657925198336021?l=liza-leal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Liza Lealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07374442373615103970noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7687539024261918266.post-66242519837844054982010-06-15T07:09:00.000-07:002011-04-30T05:45:54.487-07:00DOIDO VARRIDO<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lrzNfJQGxrU/TbwC7RT66gI/AAAAAAAAA8o/3vKEE6tUHdc/s1600/personalizar-formulario-comentarios-blogger.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601355253824547330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lrzNfJQGxrU/TbwC7RT66gI/AAAAAAAAA8o/3vKEE6tUHdc/s320/personalizar-formulario-comentarios-blogger.jpg" /></a><strong> </strong><span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>Varrido<br />Faxinado<br />Ensandecido<br />De quatro<br />Alucinado<br />Doido<br />De ilusão...<br />Nas veias<br />O fluxo que rege<br />Engrandece<br />Embeleza<br />E arranca<br />O marasmo<br />A pedrada<br />Sem nenhum<br />Perdão<br /><br /><br /><br />by LiZa<br /><br /></strong></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7687539024261918266-6624251983784405498?l=liza-leal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Liza Lealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07374442373615103970noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7687539024261918266.post-16685152655146120302010-05-11T07:47:00.000-07:002010-05-11T15:37:48.933-07:00TSUNAMI<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgEs481zgh8/S-nZTQ9Fx0I/AAAAAAAAAfo/BmRM4UY_hX0/s1600/mar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470142147410118466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgEs481zgh8/S-nZTQ9Fx0I/AAAAAAAAAfo/BmRM4UY_hX0/s320/mar.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><br /></span><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Tuas ondas mansas</span></strong></div><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Vieram cobrindo apenas</strong><br /><br /><strong>Meus pés...</strong><br /><br /><strong>E eu que nem sabia</strong><br /><br /><strong>Da TSUNAMI</strong><br /><br /><strong>Viva em tuas profundezas...</strong><br /><br /><strong>Feito som em poesia</strong><br /><br /><strong>Só vi fascinio e maresia</strong><br /><br /><strong>Dançando em alto MAR...</strong><br /><br /><strong>Hoje em dia</strong><br /><br /><strong>Sobrevivo com teu sal</strong><br /><br /><strong>No paladar</strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong></strong><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><strong></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7687539024261918266-1668515265514612030?l=liza-leal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Liza Lealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07374442373615103970noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7687539024261918266.post-39208725982765395892010-04-26T11:50:00.000-07:002010-04-26T12:20:09.599-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgEs481zgh8/S9XmkqgJcnI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/LJKwZdGr2mg/s1600/garrafa%2Bcom%2Bmensagem.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464527240442770034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgEs481zgh8/S9XmkqgJcnI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/LJKwZdGr2mg/s320/garrafa%2Bcom%2Bmensagem.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><strong>"Quando surge o silencio da escrita, não é que esteja sem tempo ou com preguiça, apenas </strong></span><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><strong>naufrago as mais amargas... como quem faz um pedido(L.L.)</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7687539024261918266-3920872598276539589?l=liza-leal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Liza Lealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07374442373615103970noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7687539024261918266.post-36666443437139026762010-03-23T11:20:00.000-07:002010-05-06T06:55:05.333-07:00VELEIRO<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgEs481zgh8/S6kJMywEGwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/5hv623C7rIQ/s1600-h/bra%25C3%25A7os%2Babertos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451898939295144706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgEs481zgh8/S6kJMywEGwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/5hv623C7rIQ/s320/bra%25C3%25A7os%2Babertos.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#9999ff;"><strong>É<span style="font-size:85%;"> disso que digo</span></strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"><strong>Sem nada dizer</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"><strong>Desse nó conciso</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"><strong>Ás vezes vago,Perdido...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"><strong>Na paz que insiste</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"><strong>Em compreender</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"><strong>Olhar pro nada</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"><strong>Sem necessariamente </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"><strong>Ser tristeza declarada</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"><strong>Nem alegria</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"><strong>Aos 4 ventos...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"><strong>É mergulho</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"><strong>Com braços feitos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#9999ff;"><strong>De <span style="color:#9999ff;">coragem</span></strong></span><span style="color:#9999ff;"> </span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#9999ff;"><strong>Silêncio e poesia</strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"><strong>E ondas jorrando soltas</strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"><strong>No pó da estrada</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"><strong>Isso também revigora</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"><strong>Instiga</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"><strong>Ensina caprichosamente</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"><strong>Como provar do gosto do sal</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"><strong>Remando sempre </strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"><strong>E com vontade<br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">No veleiro de tua própria vida</span><br /></div></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7687539024261918266-3666644343713902676?l=liza-leal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Liza Lealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07374442373615103970noreply@blogger.com12